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Another New Kid (Open to all X'ers)

There was Richard, Topher, Brianna, Kayla, Rose, Bobbi, and himself. Well, that he met so far. The school was starting to fill up with new students, meaning it was only a matter of time before school started up. Not just that, but soon official room mates would be assigned, classes would be sorted out. It was going to be hectic.

For now, Dolemeck was hanging out with Richard on the front lawn of the mansion. The two were reading a book together... when a pick-up truck drove up on the grounds. That must be the new kid he overheard the teachers talking about. He looked over to Richard with a raised eyebrow, before watching as their new classmate got out of his truck.

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At first, Richard hadn't noticed that someone had pulled up, which made sense if one knew how he could get lost in a good book. Of course, he did have that feeling that someone was looking at him, so the young man looked up in time to see Dolemeck giving him a look right before glancing over at a truck with someone getting out.

"Suppose we should go over and offer to help out," he asked.

Brody hopped out of his battered, ancient Hiluxe, lit cigarette dangling from his mouth and enormous old rucksack slung over his shoulder. The notes from the Judge on his case back down in Georgia were still in the pockets of his worn flannel overshirt. He'd doublechecked the address before pulling into the Mansion, almost positive Arlee had played some great prank on him.

But no, this was the right place. And all the money the huge facility seemed to imply...it made Brody itch. From the drive up, he was pretty sure you could fit the entirety of his old neighborhood in this places' yard. Was he sure he was in the right place? Were they sure they'd sent him the right letter?

Brody was too lost in trying to figure out how big of a joke the world was playing on him to notice that he was being noticed...

"I suppose so... wow. He's really tall! I feel like a bloody shrimp!" Dolemeck started to wheel himself up to Brody, a cheerful smile on his face.

"Greetings! Are you the newest student to our humble school?" Dolemeck let one hand go of one of the wheels to his chair and gave Brody a wave. It was obvious he was not from the US, just by the way he spoke. "My name is Dolemeck."

"Yeah, no kidding," said Richard in response to Dolemeck's comment about the kid's size while following him over.

"And I'm Richard," he said shortly after his friend. He too extended his hand for the new student to shake. "Do you need any help with your bags? I am an expert mover of just about anything."

The welcoming committee seemed pretty cordial. Brody offered them a small smile, shaking each one of their hands, "Uh, Brody. Brody Lees." He set the rucksack down in front of his legs, where the oversized bag sitting on the ground almost reached Dolemeck's shoulders (it probably weighed a little more than him as well).

"Pleasure ta meet ya'll. Honestly, I think I'm in the wrong place." Brody got out the instructions and address he'd been following, "I'm supposed to be at some work exchange program, state-thing, called Xavier's..."

"This is the Xavier Institute." Dolemeck chuckled. "You are in the right place... wow, that is a lot of stuff!"

His bright green eyes went wide, seeing a bag that was nearly as tall as he was in his wheel chair. Closing his eyes, he focused, trying to lift it up, off the ground. He managed to lift the bag a few inches, before it slammed back down, and he was left all sweaty and gasping for air.

"Bloody... there is no way I can lift that with me mind. Wot is in there, a dead body!?" He was trying his best to be funny to ease up tensions.

"Perhaps, you should let a professional handle that. Wouldn't want to see you back in the infirmary, now would we?" Focusing his mind on Brody's belongings, Richard quickly turned them into a cloud of vapor that floated just about the ground.

Keeping the majority of his focus on the cloud, he was going to attempt to keep involved in the conversation. "So where are you from Brody?"

Brody blinked at every one of his personal possessions floating a little, but he flat at balked at the lot of them turning into mist. He tried to keep his composure, but 90 Percent of his worldly possessions just up and vanished.

"Whoah, the hell-!? I'm from where things don't just float or get vaporized! Where'd my stuff go? What just happened!?"

"Well, Richard used his powers to turn your possessions into harmless vapor, and easy for him to manipulate and transport." Dolemeck spoke in a rather calm manner. "It is how he helps me out of my chair from time to time... and I come back in one piece!"

He continued to try and be the calm one.

"I can lift things with me mind. But Richard is right, if I try and move your things in a physical form like that, I will only get me-self hurt, again... and end up in the infirmary, again."

"Like Dolemeck said, there is no need to worry," said Richard as he transformed them back into the same state they were before he had turned them into mist. "See, everything is right as you had it before."

Taking a second to debate whether or not to turn it back into mist, Richard decided to give the guy a moment to process. "Now you are more than welcome to carry it yourself, or I can just make it float along with us. Either way, we should probably figure out which room you are staying in."

Brody flipped open the top of his rucksack and did a quick check: Flannel? Check. Lila Cheney Records? Check. Carton of Smokes? Check. Everything seemed to be in order...

Brody got to his feet, still eyes the two warily, "...sorry. Bout freakin out. I didn't think ya'll would be, well...like me. And I got mah own bag." Brody hefted up the large rucksack onto his back like it weighed nothing, "Liftin heavy shit is kinda my, uh, thing I guess..."

"He can stay in my room!" Dolemeck raised his hand, rather chipper. "I think I am one of the few students left without a roommate. Just mind me sewing machine, do not make fun of it, and we will be cool."

When Brody spoke about Richard and himself, Dolemeck raised an eyebrow.

"Umm... you do know this is a school for mutants, aye? We all have special "gifts" as they like to call them." He offered a bit of a nervous smile, wheeling himself to try and catch up to Richard and Brody.

"Like I said, no need to worry about it. Even though we all have powers like Dolemeck said, it is realistic that we aren't used to seeing every one of them performed in front of our eyes at first glance," said Richard.

He knew that he wasn't ready to see a girl ice slide through the hallway, but he had gotten over it pretty quickly.

"As far as him rooming with you, I think we had better see what the faculty say on the subject." For all he knew, there were still empty rooms to be filled before they started doubling up.

They were talking about dorms, living, powers, mutants...Brody slowed his pace and took a few drags of his cigarette, "Hey, uh, guys, look. This has kinda knocked me for a loop a little, and all I know is that I had to come here for a kinda deferment for, uh..." why he was here wasn't really a topic Brody was altogether ready to broach, "What I mean is, and I don't mean ta sound crass, but I have very little idea what I'm doing here. I was told I could get help in controlling my, uh...talent-thing...but past that, I ain't even quite sure what's goin on here..."

"Well... this is a school for the "gifted"." Dolemeck continued to try to explain, coughing a bit when he got hit by the cigarette smoke.

"We live here, and we have regular classes... like a typical school. The only difference is we have classes about our powers. We learn how we can control them, and how to use them to benefit society. But in truth, what we choose to do after we graduate is up to us."

"Yep. From here on out, your life can go whichever way that you want it to go. All you have to do is decide what path you want to take." He was sort of quoting his mother when she sent him here, but it was true.

"For me, I am planning on making a go at being a superhero and joining up whichever team will have me." Or he would make his own team and go his own way with things. Richard was definitely adaptable in that aspect.

There was a beat.

"Superheroes."

There was another beat.

"As in, the people on the news, blowing up robots, fighting dinosaurs, wearing the outfits...superheroes? Like those people?"

Brody wasn't sure if he was an idiot or they were crazy (both could be true, he guessed), but he had to make sure he understood them correctly.

"Well, that is an option for some people." He paled a little. "I umm... will not get such an opportunity. In fact, I do not know what I will do when I graduate. I do not really have a home to go home to."

He then tried to return to being chipper.

"Well now! Enough of that! The school offers many options, including help with college or even becoming a teacher here, one day!"

"Yeah, it just the idea that I have had for a long time now, but Dolemeck is right. There are many ways that the school can help you," said Richard.

"All that they ask is that you put up with the rigorous schedule and a few rambunctious teenagers." At least, that was how one professor put it when he had gone on a rant about it.

"So are you just super strong or is there more to it than that," asked Richard with a curious expression on his face. If there was one thing that he was fascinated by, it was other people's powers.

Brody did his level best not to laugh at the other options, but 'college' and 'teacher' were about as likely for him as 'superhero'. Still, the kid seemed nice, so he stifled it.

When Richard spoke up, he shrugged "Can lift heavy things, haven't been sick since I was like thirteen, got, uh, shot kinda and that didn't hurt..." Brody glossed over that last one, "Then there's the, uh, other thing..."

Dolemeck mumbled as he had to break away from the group to take the wheelchair ramp up the side of the main building, so he could get to the front door. It was somewhat exhausting for him to do, but he endured, and proceeded to use his telekinetic powers to open the front doors for Richard and Brody.

"You need to relax. We are all a little strange here." He looked back at them. "We have students with wings, students who can absorb dark emotions, Rose... who is sort of in a category of her own... we'll just go with "she's awesome, but do not piss her off"."

“Yeah, everyone has their quirks, but all and all this is a place where just about anyone can fit in with no problem,” stated Richard. “But seriously don’t piss of Rose. She can be scarier than some of the teachers here.” That was one girl that he would never want to be on opposite side of, but luckily he didn’t figure that he would have to.

“Now, where do you think the staff member over housing would be at right now? Cafeteria or sleeping in their office?”

Brody had forgotten to leave his cigarette outside, in his listening of how scary this "Rose" was supposed to be, and stubbed it out in his hand. He followed behind Richard, and couldn't help but ask: "So, Scary Rose: she, what, breathes radioactive acid? Has sharks for hands?"

"Umm... she's a bit on the feral side when it comes to bad people, and super protective of me-self and Bobbi." Dolemeck grinned. "Usually, you can find her working on her motorbike or spending time with Bobbi."

When asked where they could find a staff member of housing, Dolemeck drew a blank.

"Perhaps we should bring him to Headmistress Ramsey's office, first? No doubt she will give him the whole welcome speech. And then have us bring him to his new room... which I hope is mine. I hate not having a roommate!"

Actually, shark for hand would have been an interesting mutation to see. Richard wasn't sure if it was plausible, but it definitely would have been funny. "Yeah, and I think that would be the light description of her."

As far as Headmistress Ramsey went, Richard should have definitely remembered that one, but things were slipping his mind at the moment.

"Alright, then we are off to see the headmistress, who Dolemeck can politely and sanely ask if you can be his roommate?"

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