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A Story Begins (Intro Post, Open to Mansion Folk)

When his mother told him that she was sending him somewhere to train to be a hero, Richard had thought that she was pulling his leg. Of course, he realized that she was dead serious when he was put on a plane and took a cab to a large mansion where some former associates of hers lived. Okay, she might have called them something else, but Richard was choosing to visualize them as old friends as opposed to something negative. Either way, they were going to be his friends, which was all that really mattered to him.

Once he got all of his stuff up to the door, Richard opened the door and poked his head through. "Hello! Anyone there," he called out as he started to drag his stuff through the door. Hopefully, someone would show up to tell him where he could place his things for the time being.

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Bobbi was actually behaving for once! When she heard the boy call out she peeked her head out the kitchen.

"Oh, hm..." Bags, must be here for the up coming semester? Right. "Hi, I'm guessing you're looking for Headmistress Rachel right? I'm not sure what room you're going to be assigned yet." She sipped at her soda frowning a moment it wasn't cold enough, focusing she iced up the glass. "I'm Bobbi." She held out one ice cold hand.

In truth, he had been expecting a faculty member to meet him, but fortune may have been smiling upon him. After all, he had been wanting to hear about the place from someone who was actually being taught there, and starting up a conversation would probably make the wait for this Headmistress Rachel go by quicker.

"Richard," he said as he accepted her hand to shake. He immediately noted that her hands were cold, but Richard assumed that was due to the drink in her hand. "So have you been here long, Bobbi?"

"The end of the fall semester will mark a year actually." She smiled a little. "And hope the construction doesn't put you off. This place is actually a lot more fun than the other school I was in."

She kept her wings hidden behind her trying her best to not show off too much. "I can lead you to her office, figure sooner that happens sooner you'll be able to unpack." She was still grinning trying to be polite.

"Don't worry. I'm sure that I am going to love it here." Of course, he was wondering why part of the school was being constructed, but he assumed that was something that would be explained to him when he met with the head of the school.

Perhaps she has things to do. "That would be great," he responded as he grabbed his things and waited for her to take the lead.

Just some of the buildings, getting ready for an influx of new students. "So, you know what this school is." She took one of the bags for him. "Here, we can store them in this closet for now. Beats carrying them across the main building and back." She moved to the hall closet she knew wasn't used opening it.

"Whatcha do? That is if you want to tell. I freeze stuff, and... well still waiting for real feathers to grow in so I can fly." She shifted the wings against her back. "I'd show you, but last time I unfurled them inside I kind of... well freaked out some government official."

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"Yeah, my mother knows quite a few of the school's alumni." He was going to leave out how she knew them exactly. There was no need to start things out on a sour note due to something that happened so long ago, or at least that was what he was telling himself at that moment.

"Oh, I don't mind telling you what I can do, but sometimes showing...," he started to say before transforming his remaining luggage into mist and moving it into the closet that Bobbi had indicated, "is easier."

"Of course, my abilities seem kind of boring next to yours."

"At least that's a start. I knew about two of them, but only from TV before coming here. I'll admit, it's kinda not what I expected, but cooler at the same time. If that makes sense at all. All I know is would rather be here than back in California. You don't have to hide who you are here."

She watched. "No, that has got to be cooler than mine." She grinned. "Probably more helpful than mine too. I'm still kind of testing my limits, so sorry in advanced if the pipes freeze before winter. Though sure they have something to help with that, I'm not the first walking freezer they've had here. And no, I'm not really related to Professor Drake, if I was he'd probably be lecturing me more about my low math scores."

So there were other places that he could have gone to learn about his powers? He assumed that his mother knew about them, but still saw that this was the best choice out of all of them. "I'm glad to hear that this place is cool, but there is mutant dodge ball, right? I feel like this place would have mutant dodge ball."

"Oh, I can only make things into mist and then control where it goes over a short distance. Definitely not as useful as freezing things or as cool as having wings." Although, he was glad to have a heads up about possible frozen pipes, but speaking of blood relatives did make a question pop into his head.

"So did you get your powers from your parents?" He knew that he got his from his mother, so he assumed that the same was true for most mutants. "I only ask because freezing things and wings seems kind of odd."

"Well not a formal team, but we do play it. I'm more of a soccer girl myself."

"But see that might help keep innocent by standers safe. I bet I'll figure shields out, but I risk giving others hypothermia."

She nodded a little. "I think so. The Doc and I are still trying to figure it out." She flicked the wings a little. "So, your parents have abilities too? Were they students here?"

She lead the way down the halls towards the headmistress's office.

"Soccer is fun." Of course, his particular powers weren't that effective in that setting unless he misted the ball down the field.

He had to admit that she had a point about chilling people to the bone, but it wasn't like his powers were so finely tuned. "Well, I risk dropping people while mid-transport."

"My mom is the one with power, and she is a lot more skilled with it than I am." Naturally, this meant that he could learn to do all of what she did, but that wouldn't be for some time. "And no, she never went to school here. She just had a few encounters with several people who did."

"Not sure if playing outside with our powers would be allowed, though I think I might want you on my team." She was thinking about the whole mist bit and how he'd use it on a field.

"We'll good thing you're here then. Pretty sure they'll train us for that."

She went silent a moment getting the point. "I don't think that will matter much really." She did give him a grin. Bobbi knocked lightly on the office door. "She should be in, I didn't see her in common areas."

"If it is allowed, then I would love to be on your team." The whole idea of sports with mutant powers was making him wonder just how advantageous his powers would be for each one.

Training was exactly what he needed in order to reach his mother's level of control. Of course, he also needed to be taught other things seeing as how he would need to know more than just how to use his powers in order to be a proper hero.

"Perhaps she is stuck in a meeting or something." He really didn't know what duties a headmistress had to deal with on a daily basis, but meetings seemed likely.

Rachel hung up the phone and had papers shift back to her pending box. Some days, it did not seem she did more than that trying to get all the construction done on time for fall semester.

"Come in," she beckoned. She hoped that she had heard that knock instead of imagining it to get off the phone.

"Hey, thought you'd want to square things away with the new students as soon as they came in." Bobbi pushed the door open.

Well, this was it. Time to officially start a new chapter in his life. Hopefully, he wouldn't say anything to make himself look like a fool.

"Hello Headmistress. My name is Richard Brooks."

Rachel momentarily quirked an eyebrow before pushing herself to her feet.

"Hello, Richard. I'm Headmaster Rachel Grey-Ramsey. Please, have a seat." She gestured toward the plush yet comfortable chairs in front of her large desk. There were portraits of the two former headmasters behind her as Ray turned to Bobbi.

"Thank you for bringing him here, Bobbi. I'll keep you in mind for his tour later."

"No problem." She giggled. "Don't worry Richard, she doesn't bite. Jury's still out on Professor Logan though."

"And you know where to find me later then. See ya around." She knew when to duck out.

"Goodbye, Bobbi," he said as he took a seat. For the first moment since he left home, Richard felt a little nervous, and his new friend's exiting comment didn't really help to rid him of this feeling.

Glancing around the room for a moment, his eyes stopped on the portraits behind her. "So I take it this is when I get told what is expected of me, right?"

Rachel chuckled. "It could be if you wanted. I could go over the student code of conduct, rules and expectations, but I find that rather dry stuff."

She settled back down in her chair. "Well, Mr. Brooks, why are you at this school in particular and what are your powers?"

He couldn't help but smile at her comment as it relieved him to no end to hear that they were going to skip over stuff that he probably already knew.

"Well, I am at this particular school because this is the one that my mother said was the best fit for me, and I tend to trust her judgement." Another smile appeared on his face.

Of course, his mother was the answer to the second question as well. "As for my powers, I inherited my mother's ability to transform myself and other things into this mist that I can move in whatever direction that I want."

Rachel had a moment where she looked thoughtful. She was trying to remember this appointment and whose child he was supposed to be.

"Ah! Amelia Voght, correct? Do you have her teleportation capabilities?"

"Yes, but I can't travel as far as she can." He knew it would come with time if he was lucky, but either way he was happy to have an ability that he could use to help people.

"So did you know my mother," asked Richard. Even though he hadn't said it allowed, he was referring to the time when his mother was a member of the group known as the Acolytes.

"Hmm. May have to have Kurt work with you to assess those," she noted. She drummed her nails on the top of the desk for a second before pulling her mind back to the task at hand.

"I am familiar with your mother's history with Professor Xavier and as one of Magneto's Acolytes. We don't put the actions of the parents on the students here. You earn your own path."

While he knew she was telling him that there wouldn't be any ill-will toward him due to who his mother used to be, Richard was slightly saddened as the fact that his mom used to be a bad guy sunk back in.

Not wanting to stay on such a dreary topic, he figured that a question would take his mind off of things. "So exactly what types of classes will I be taking here? Are they all about learning to use our powers?"

Rachel didn't need to be a telepath to read the expression on his face. "We have had children of worse people be students here and flourish. Someone's history whatever it may have been, is in the past. We judge actions of the now here at Xavier's."

Which coming from a time traveler almost made her dizzy.

"You will be studying a regular high school curriculum alongside more mutant specific subjects." She ticked off things on her fingers. "You will have math, English, history, physical education and so on as well as power control, mental resistance, and teamwork classes among other things."

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