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A Walk to the Lake

After Dr. Reyes took a look at him, Dolemeck was urged to use his pain medication less, and to try and walk more to strengthen his legs. He did not argue with this diagnosis. His legs suffered from nerve damage to his back, but if they lost strength, he would not be able to use his leg braces. The thought of ending up in a wheelchair again was depressing, so he agreed to try and exercise more to maintain what strength he had left.

He slid his arms into a pair of crutches that Dr. Reyes provided, and began his walk from the mansion, to the lake, and back. Only he was not alone... Dr. Reyes suggested he go with another student. And the first one to volunteer... was Bobbi.

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"That is if Rose doesn't get there first. My roommate's a good person though." She grins brightly.

"When you're blood related to heroes I think complicated family is mandatory. I'm kind of related to two members of the original class at Xavier's. Professor Drake being one." She's silent about comments about mothers, only because she doesn't know if the robot caring for her counted.

She does feel bad since she hasn't even started to break out in a sweat yet. She cools the air a little around them. "That help?"

"A little bit, thank you." He smiled, feeling cool air surround him as he continued to walk. "Sorry about that. The leg braces add weight... so it's as though I am walking with an extra two stone. Err... twenty eight pounds in your weight system. Quite the work out, probably why I am so skinny."

He laughed a little, before stopping for a moment to catch his breath. He was almost at the lake. He could feel such pride for just getting this far, and he was going to make it over there!

"You're welcome, just tell me if it gets too cold. Focusing on the ability like this actually helps me control it so I don't hurt people so I don't mind doing it."

She giggled. "I just burn off all the calories. Seriously I think at times I could probably eat a few horses and still be hungry. not that I would!"

"I would hope not!" He continued to laugh a little. "You'd have a terrible cause of "Hoof in mouth" if you did!"

He started to walk again, this time walking at the same pace as Bobbi.

"I wonder what we will be having, tonight. I did not realize how "rich" American food is in taste! It takes a bit to get used to. And I must admit, I do miss having a nice Shepard's pie every so often."

She laughs. "Neighhhhh I'd just be faster than a sports car." She meant with the horse power.

"I think Hanna was preparing meatloaf when I left. Or we're having burgers." She thinks a moment. "That's with mashed potatoes meat and veggies right? like onions and corn?"

"Aye, it's ground lamb, seasoned with mashed potatoes, corn, sometimes onions, peas, carrots, and cheese on the top! It is like a stew with mash, only not soupy, and the mash is on top!" He spoke passionately about the meal. "You can even make it with beef if you wish, instead of lamb. At least that is what I learned when I took home economics."

There was a sudden blush that came across his face.

"I had to take Home Economics in the All Girl's school, because I could not take part in gym or any physical activities. The school was next to mine and a bit of a walk. It wasn't so bad. I really liked taking that class and learning to cook and sew by hand. Using a machine with the leg braces on is just bloody murder!"

"That really sounds good!" She grinned. "I bet if you ask Hannah she wouldn't mind if you helped in the kitchen. I sometimes do, but... I'm not much help."

"You think you could teach me? Would be fun to be able to make costumes for halloween this fall and not have to custom store bought ones for my wings."

"Sure, I could teach you how to sew. It's not as hard as it looks!" His smile was cheerful, almost beaming. "In fact, I could make you a costume if you wanted one. It would give me something to do, besides my homework."

When the mention of Halloween came up, he looked a little confused.

"You mean "All Soul's Day"?" he asked. "That is what it is called at home. I never got to dress up or take part in it. Too dangerous, as I could be kidnapped and held for ransom."

"Sweet!" She smiles. "I was thinking of going as a grim reaper. I'd have to color my wings black for it though." She bounced a little as she walked.

"It's fun! You'll have to come trick or treating with us. Really it's one of the only days where those of us who look different aren't feared."

"I guess it could be fun." He laughed as Bobbi bounced about with such joy. "Sure, I would love to go trick or treating with the lot of you. Though why would you want to be death? I could make you a costume to look like the Snow Queen..."

They were nearly to the lake, now. he was close to wanting to drop. Hopefully once they got there, he could sit down for a few and relax. Gather his strength before making his way back to the mansion.

"Because usually I was stuck in pretty costumes like princesses and angels. Kind of want something a little scary this year." She saw one of the places she liked to sit and pointed it out. "There's enough shade there that it's a great place to draw. Unless you want to sit somewhere else."

"But the Snow Queen is scary... she was the villianess in a storybook." He shrugged, making his way towards the tree that provided a nice amount of shade. He pulled his arms out of his crutches, and began to sit down, letting them rest beside him. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting a gentle breeze brush by him.

"I do not know who I would dress up as." he admitted.

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"She doesn't look scary in my fairytale books." Though most of them are Disney-fied. Sitting next to him she pulled out a soda focusing a moment on it before handing over the chilled drink.

"Anything you want really. It's a day to be someone else. If only pretend. I know, a childish thing, but it's really fun, even adults get into it."

"I just have no clue what I would be." He sighed. "I never really gave it much thought, Bobbi. But we have plenty of time from now until October, aye?"

He accepted the cold drink, taking a few sips of it. he did not want to admit he was a little thirsty, but it was nice to know Bobbi cared enough to notice.

"Aye, the Snow Queen was not just beautiful but scary. I could sketch out how I could make the dress look for you. We could make your wings look like they have sharp icicles coming from them, use some make-up to make you look almost like a zombie..."

"We'll figure something out."

She opened her own soda as she pulled out her sketchbook laning against the tree. Her pencil flew over the page, roughing out a sketch of him.

"I've been practicing with that... forming ice on them so I can fly."

"But when you put ice on your wings, does it not make them heavier and harder to attempt flight?" He asked, taking another sip of his soda. "At least that is how it works with airplanes... I think."

Shrugging his shoulders, he slumped back against the tree, trying to relax a bit more. Closing his eyes, he used his own powers to unstrap his leg braces and untie his shoes so he could get more comfortable. The leg braces floated to rest by his crutches, along with his sneakers and socks.

"I'm working on making it light enough. Right now I can glide... Probably carry one person about five hundred yards if I have to... But, Only in a fall not from the ground."

"I always wondered what it would be like to fly. Not in a plane flying, but real flying." He kept his hands behind his head, his eyes gazing up at the sky. "Maybe one day, I can train my powers up so I can do so."

He sighed, taking in the scent of the grass and the flowers around them. He could even smell the water of the lake, which was about twenty feet away.

"You have a roommate? I do not have one me self, yet. The more I think on it, the more I think I would be uncomfortable with one."

"I've only really flown once with.... Guess you could say my adopted uncle?" She grinned a little. "It was fun though. I couldn't fly on my own but he had no problem taking me up so I could glide."

She put the sketchbook down so he could see it, nodding at his question.

"Yes. Rose Logan. Her father's a professor, history and some other classes. sometime's he's kind of scary. But she's cool. She doesn't mind the penguins all over my half of our room. I don't even remember how I started collecting them, just that I have a large collection now."

He smiled more as he looked over at the sketch she drew of him. No one had ever drawn him, before, and Dolemeck felt honored.

"Thank you, Bobbi." He gave a nod of his head. "Aye, I know Professor Logan. He is interesting and knows so much! I did not know Rose was his daughter, though. But I can see the family resemblance."

His cheeks once more flushed as he looked back over at Bobbi.

"I have some stuffed cats. I made a few of them, and the others were gifts. I like them because they are cute." He admitted. "But that is not why I would be concerned about a room mate. I just worry I would freak them out."

"You're welcome. You can look at the other sketches. I think I've caught most of the students without them noticing actually." She grinned at that.

"She has brothers too. But I haven't really talked to them much."

She's silent a moment. "Because you move things with your mind? We have a telepath as headmistress of the school, our history teacher has claws... and one of our doctors has blue fur. Pretty sure if they get scared of you they shouldn't be in this school."

"No, it's umm..." he did not feel ready to tell Bobbi just yet. Or anyone for that matter. "I have a lot of medical devices in me room. Extra leg braces, crutches, it takes a lot of space and some people are not comfortable with seeing me have to put on such contraptions, or lay in bed in pain on days my back hurts."

That was a good save, he thought. Plus it was true. Many of his previous room mates in England often asked to have different rooms assigned because of his problems.

"Who is this a sketch of?" He asked as he came up on one of Rose and an unknown woman in what looked the the back of a limo.

"I see."

She bit her lip. "Rose and Alisa. It was when I left the school last time. Before it went bad."

"Before it went bad?" He raised an eyebrow. "Perhaps it is not my place to ask..."

He flips through the book, raising an eyebrow at a picture of four turtles and a young man.

"That is Athos... and Porthos... but who are the others?"

"We were attacked. I got really scared, and I could have hurt people." She chewed her lip a little.

"They're all the same person... He's complicated, but all of them are fun in their way."

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