nextgenerationmarvel | Asylum (Open to X-Men)

Rose nodded slightly as she walked through the foyer. "Okay," she said. "One of the teach-types oughta be comin' out ta meet us."

He smiled. "Excellent. We will have much to discuss."

Just then, Franklin came out from the doorway. Rachel was busy attending to some very important administrative issues and was not available at the moment, though she'd certainly want to meet Fred soon enough. He'd offered to go meet the new prospective student in her stead.

"Hello, my name is Franklin Richards. One of the teachers here. Pleasure to meet you." He offered his hand to shake.

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Fred seemed to study Franklin's hand a moment. Fred brought his left hand to his right, pulling off what was revealed not to be skin, but a realistic-looking glove. The true hand was revealed to be slightly covered with black hairs, and claws on the tips of his fingers. Fred presented his hand.

"Hopefully it will remain so. I have a proposition for your organization."

Rose's eyes widened barely perceptibly at the hand-glove thing.

"Huh," she said. "Well I'll be."

She looked over to Franklin. "So yeah," she said. "This guy thinks somebody's after him, so he decided to show up on our doorstep."

If Franklin was disturbed or shocked by the display, he hid it perfectly. It wasn't precisely what he was expecting, but much stranger things had happened. He shook the hand firmly.

"You seem calm for someone who's supposedly on the run from someone." Franklin observed neutrally, not passing judgement one way or the other. "How about we start with who you are? Then we can go to who's after you, and then I'll listen to any propositions."

"That is logical. Very well. My name is Frederich, and I seek asylum from the one you call the Dark Beast," he explained.

Okay, now that actually got some surprise out of Rose.

"...Now that's what I call landin' yerself in trouble."

Franklin was tempted to ask if he should call him 'Fred'. But the time for that would come later. The Dark Beast, they'd heard a little about him, though admittedly Franklin himself didn't know a lot. Alternate universe counterpart of Hank McCoy. Unscrupulous genetic researcher.

"Are you one of his test subjects?" Franklin asked, not without empathy. "Your features are ... somewhat reminiscent of his." It would be better for them to know precisely why that was immediately rather than find out later. He had little doubt they could handle the Dark Beast, and handily, but it would be good to know if they could expect him coming.

"Yes," Fred answered. "I am a genetic clone of his that he has used to test potential genetic enhancements before using them on himself," he stated, seemingly nonchalantly.

"Sicko's experimentin' on kids now?" Rose growled. "Whatta scumbag..."

His nonchalant tone bothered Franklin a bit. It seemed to him that he ought to be far more bothered about the whole thing. But that could simply be a survival mechanism for the trauma he'd endured. He looked over at Rose for a moment.

"Rose, I'd like to talk to Fredereich alone for a little bit, if you don't mind." No use not being direct.

He waited for Rose to leave before saying anything further.

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Fred noted the request, silently wondering if perhaps this Richards indivdual had something to say he wished to keep secret.

Rose shrugged. "All right," she said. "Gotta put my bike away anyway."

She slipped back out the front door.

Franklin looked around. There was nobody there at the moment, but it seemed an inappropriate place to have a serious, confidential conversation.

There was a flash of light, and less than a second later, they were standing in his office.

"Have a seat, please." Franklin said, sitting down himself. "You said you had a proposition for us. You should understand that we're not an 'organization' so much as we are a school. A refuge for those who need it."

"Hmm, a form of teleportation? Fascinating." He notes the chair. "A moment if you will." He unzips an area of his pants legs, exposing their inverted bent along with the wolf-like paws at his feet. "Much better." he says, stepping over the chair, sitting down.

"So long as you can provide me the asylum I seek, then I do not care what you call yourselves," Fred assured. "The Dark beast possessed extensive files on various mutants and organizations relating to such. I can share what information I have learned in exchange for a safe place to conduct my research."

Franklin was pretty sure that the Dark Beast would love to get his hands on his genome. That of course, was not in the cards, one way or another. He waited patiently for Fred to get more comfortable.

"Your magnamity is appreciated, but it is a very important distinction for us." Franklin listened to what Fred had to say further. "... your research?" Franklin raised his eyebrows. "What exactly is your line of research, Frederich?"

Fred shrugged, not going to argue the point.

"Genetics, in particular my genetics," Fred explained. "You see the Dark Beast's experiments have left me with a very unstable genetic code. As a result I am prone to involuntary, often inconvenient mutations. I am working to stabilize my condition." Fred noted the eyebrow raises. If you wish I am certain you have a few psychics on hand. You may feel free to have my mind read, though fair warning, my mental state is not entirely stable."

"Access to any of our laboratories is conditional on approval of the headmaster, as well as the researcher in charge of that particular laboratory." Franklin replied. "As for telepathic scan, we may very well take you up on that. The warning's appreciated, though I'm confident in the ability of our telepaths."

And they could always summon Emma if things got truly thorny.

"As for asylum, I can offer you that, at least for the time being. I think it goes without saying that if you personally do anything to endanger our faculty and student body, that offer will be retracted. Otherwise, however, you can have sanctuary here."

Fred listened to what Franklin said before nodding once. "Very well. That all sounds reasonable."

Fred gave a toothy smile at the latter statement.

"Then you have my thanks."

"We'll find you one of the spare rooms in the boy's dorm." Franklin looked at Fred for a moment. "It would be amiss of me to not state that, if you're interested, we have excellent educational credentials, even for advanced students. We also have considerable resources in terms of practical assistance with your mutant powers.

You aren't a student at the current time, so not all of our restrictions apply to you, but you should also know that this is a drug-free property. I suspect you're under 21, so that includes drinking. The usual rules about noise restrictions and such that come with any shared living arrangement also apply."

Franklin went over to the computer and quickly typed in a few commands, getting the printer to whir off a few copies of a document.

"This is a provisional acceptance into our school. And yes, even at a mutant school, we have important paperwork." Franklin hoped that Fred paid close attention to the provisions about security. It was important that the school offers sanctuary to those who needed it, but the overall security of the school was vital. "We can revisit your status when the school year begins."

Fred glanced at the paper, seeming to skim over some information and paying more attention to others.

"I have always educated myself. I am not certain I would be comfortable having someone else tell me things I could learn myself. While your offer is noted, I am not interested in becoming a student. My work is what matters, so I will do what you require of me in the meantime."

"Maybe sometime in the future, we'll have to have a lively argument about educational methodology." Franklin replied. "But it's something that we don't have to worry about in the meantime. Welcome to Xavier's. It's like no other place on Earth."

"I suppose we shall," Fred said, not particularly phased by the idea. He gives a small smirk at Franklin's last statement. "We shall see. Thank you."

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