Where Devils Cheer to Tread (Open to all X-Peeps)

[guardian_devil]

There was always a feeling of warmth and camaraderie that exuded from the Xavier Institute. It wasn't that it felt like home, because home was with her dad, who was probably the most awesome dad in the history of dadhood, but the Institute - and the mansion that housed it - always felt like a warm, safe place for Margaret Jacqueline Murdock. Possibly because that's where she'd spent her summers, learning to hone her mutant powers, and making friends who could understand what it was that she was going through.

Though she didn't visit the school much during the school year - Mags attended a boarding school up in Connecticut - she sometimes tried to stop by for a day or so during their week-long spring break. often spending the others with her father, usually operating as Daredevil's trusty sidekick, Acrobat.

Once the gates let her in, she parked her barely-used yellow Vespa and skipped up the steps to the Institute, a friendly smile gracing her pretty features. She wasn't sure if any of the X-Men were around, or if there was trouble brewing somewhere, but given that her dad was busy with some case or another, Mags had decided to pay them a visit. After all, when he got involved in a case that had nothing to do with being Daredevil, there was every chance that he wasn't liable to suit up for an adventure, and Mags still wasn't allowed to go out in costume on her own.

And so here she was, ringing the doorbell.

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[guardian_devil]

"You know, given proper permission, I don't see why the Danger Room couldn't help us out with some surfing practice," Mags suggested. "I mean, it can simulate anything, right? It doesn't need to be all villainous, stabbity-doom danger all the time."

[fourshelled]

"Shyeah. Shreddin' is one of life's greatest rides," he answered Brianna as he hopped up on his chair and made like he's surfing it.

He tilted it back a bit like he was surfing up an invisible wave. "DR's warmer than the big chill, for sure. And with my surfology programmed in, it'd be killer."

[kinetic_assault]

"I think we should do it, then. Get everyone who's interested and give it the old college try." Brianna said.

"And sharks can't eat us here, so that's a plus on the safety side of things."

[guardian_devil]

"Why is it called that anyway?" Mags asked. "The old college try?" Her dad used it a lot whenever he was giving her a pep talk. It made no sense to her.

"I'm pretty sure there's a ton of students who'd be down for something like that, though," she added. "Although, considering that the Danger Room can hurt sometimes...I'm not so sure about the sharks."

[fourshelled]

" 'Cause old people in college sure are tryin'," Porthos surmised as he set his chair down on all fours with a thud. He hopped off the chair.

[kinetic_assault]

Brianna laughed at Porthos' interpretation of her words, then looked to Mags.

"Basically it's just to say that you're going to give something a shot, even if you don't really know how. Not sure how university came into it but it makes it sound good." she said, finishing up her sandwich.

[guardian_devil]

Mags nodded. "I guess that makes sense," she said, focusing on the plates in front of her. All three of them lifted up and floated to the sink, gently being set down inside of it.

A red-haired telekinetic at Xavier's? That was run of the mill.

Mags leaned back in her seat and stretched, raising her arms above her head.

"Sorry," she added. "Sometimes I just don't feel like getting up."

[fourshelled]

"Whooooaaa." Porthos had to catch himself from poking at the floating plates as they passed by.

"Awesome laziness factor."

[kinetic_assault]

Brianna saw the telekinesis and held up a hand to high-five Maggie.

"That's awesome. My mum has telekinesis, too!" she said, before realizing how dorky that sounded.

"But yes, I'm familiar with it." she said with all the English dignity she could muster.

[guardian_devil]

Mags grinned. "Right? I try not to use it too much - I know my dad wouldn't approve of my being too lazy - but sometimes, you just want to sit and, you know," she winked at Porthos. "Chillax." She turned back to Brianna and started putting two and two together. "Wait, is your mom Psylocke by any chance?"

[kinetic_assault]

Brianna smiled. "Yes, Elizabeth Braddock-LeBeau is my mum. Remy LeBeau is my dad. They're Psylocke and Gambit to a lot of people." she said.

And they had a lot of enemies. Tons. Brianna had heard about a few of them...like an evil ninja cult. Then there were the Guilds.

[fourshelled]

Porthos settled back on his chair. He scratched his cheek with a finger. He bet Magster had a famous parent of some sort. Not that he could remember who. Or if it was mentioned to him.

"Must be awesome," he commented. "I used to say I was the love-child of Kermit and Miss Piggy. Got tired of the felt questions though."

[guardian_devil]

"Daredevil," she said. "Is my dad." The X-Men knew that, of course. In a mansion full of telepaths, it would've been hard to keep that a secret.

Harder still when a couple of years down the line, a redhead with shockingly similar powers debuted as Daredevil's trusty sidekick.

Granted, with the amount of redheads in our world that possess either telekinetic or pyrokinetic abilities, maybe it wouldn't have been as difficult, she mused.

[kinetic_assault]

"Daredevil? I've heard a little bit of him." Brianna said, nodding. She'd heard more than a little bit, based on her mother's stories of the Hand but this wasn't the place or time for that kind of talk.