The New Guy... (Open to all X'ers)

[dolemeck]

A yellow cab pulled up to the Xavier Institute, it's breaks making a bit of a squeal as it did so. Once parked, the cab driver got out and opened the passenger's side door, then moved to open the trunk of the cab, all while grumbling about the inquisitive man he had just driven here. After the passenger got out of the cab, and the steamer trunk was laid on the driveway, the cabbie took off, appearing to have been paid in full. Thank goodness for card readers in cabs these days.

Dolemeck Night stood before the mansion. It was much larger than he had anticipated, and rather grand looking. It looked like his private school, only three times the size! This was certainly going to be a change. With a light backpack by his side, he started to walk towards the main doors. His leg braces making his movements look somewhat "stiff" as he tried to make his way there.

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[dolemeck]

Dolemeck could not help but be a bit confused. This turtle looked... different than Porthos. Would it be racist to ask if he was related to him? He had no clue how to react as he stood outside of Professor Ramsey's office with his steamer trunk (as someone had dragged it over), and his backpack on top of it.

"E-excuse me..." he asked nervously.

[fourshelled]

Athos stopped when he was addressed. He raised one scaly brow, which made the dot in the middle of his forehead distort. His hand dropped away from scratching his itch.

"Yes, berk?"

[dolemeck]

"Berk" You mean... me?" he blinked pointing to himself. "Oh, yes... did Professor Ramsey summon you to help me settle in? I mean, find my room and all, I suppose..."

Two turtles in one day, and they both had different accents? What were the chances of this happening.

"I would ask Porthos again for his help, but he looked busy and I did not want him summoned if he was doing something else."

[fourshelled]

The blueish skinned turtle looked the new guy over. "A body has to do it, huh? I'll get ya to your case. Not an empty bubble that."

He eyed the steamer trunk and then the guy's arms. He looked to be doubting Dolemeck could move it.

[dolemeck]

He placed his hands on his own head and started to focus. He was trying to lift the trunk up, but could only make it shake. He pushed it a few feet, then nearly fell over himself. He could not use his telekinetic powers to move such heavy items, not yet, anyway. Instead, Dolemeck stop himself and lifted up the backpack with ease.

"Aye, I cannot lift the trunk, myself. Nor do I know the way to the dorms." he said between breaths of air.

[fourshelled]

He shook his head. "Mindnick, o'course."

Unlike Porthos, Athos did not have superstrength in his power set. He walked over to the trunk and grabbed a handle. "Tempting to bob up," he grumbled as he started to drag the trunk behind him.

[dolemeck]

"Here, let me try and help." He was still panting, using his powers to lift the other end of the trunk to help Porthos as they walked together. He had to stop a few times to catch his breath, but never complained or asked to slow down. "I cannot lift due to a medical issue, not because I am lazy, mind you."

[fourshelled]

"Wasn't born with a sneer, berk. No need to raise the flag on yourself either." Athos kept a steady, measured pace. He stopped for the breaks when he felt a tug on the trunk slowing down.

"Less wigwag and we might make your case soon." They were approaching the boys' temporary dorms. They'd be moving to the new dooms by the end of the summer.

[dolemeck]

He wished he could understand what these turtles were telling him. He was thankful once they were at the boys temporary dorms. His shirt was soaked with sweat by the time they reached his room. He had never lifted one half of his trunk with his mind so long. Instead of looking like he was going to die, he instead looked proud of himself for what he could do.

"Thank you for your help." Once more, he spoke between gasps of air. He nearly stumbled into his room, taking his shirt off and throwing it into a nearby hamper. His back, chest, and neck were marred by surgical scars. Almost like someone had sewn him back together, again. He used his powers to drop his backpack on the bed, and then fish out a clean shirt to put on.

He did all of that while still trying to focus on the other end of the trunk that Athos was carrying, to make things easier on him.

[fourshelled]

"No skin here," Athos replied as he dropped his end of the trunk once it was fully in the room. He dispassionately looked over the scars. That probably came from not having a hard shell. Typical of primes.

"Anything else, berk?"

[dolemeck]

"Well... perhaps an introduction is in order?" He offered a gentle smile before extending his hand to Athos. "My name is Dolemeck Night. Thank you for helping me get me things in me room. I am grateful."

[fourshelled]

He eyed the offered hand before shaking it firmly. The turtle's skin was slightly leathery and definitely warmer to the touch than a regular person's.

"Athos. Not done for a stinger. Don't mention it."

[dolemeck]

"A pleasure to meet you, Athos. Again, I thank you for your help and wish not to keep you." he gave a nod to his head, before moving over to his new bed and letting his legs buckle under him. He flopped back on the mattress, and began to use his powers to begin the tedious process of removing his leg braces from his legs.