For as long as Topher could remember, the Xavier Institute had always been home. Despite a brief life away from superheroics in California, Topher had always lived at the Institute - even when his parents were off leading X-Factor or one of the other teams they'd been a part of.
It would be difficult to start thinking of this place as anything else, but he understood exactly where Rachel was coming from.
Besides. Change is good. Wasn't that, like, a thing four years ago?
Granted, the fact that he was moving away from the mansion proper, where he'd lived for so long, into the dorms themselves, well, that was new. And probably good. I'll get to be like one of the other kids. Maybe some of them will stop seeing me as being one of the privileged legacy kids. Not that anyone had ever looked down on him for it - at least not to his face - and not that Topher had ever lorded the fact that he was sort of a legacy over the other students, but it was something he'd been very cogent of.
Of most of the students there, he'd had it the easiest, coming from a family that was almost entirely all mutant.
Besides. New faces, new friends. This is good. And at least the roommate is someone who won't cause Animus to come bursting out of me halfway through the night.
They were teenagers. Emotions were going to run rampant - everything from feelings both positive and negative. Still, Topher couldn't deny that there were some students who tended towards the negative spectrum more frequently than not. And that could have ended badly.
He pulled off his green flannel shirt and tied it haphazardly around his waist as he surveyed his new digs.
They were nice. Dorm-y, but in that rich, prep-school way that made everything seem just a touch more luxurious. It's like steel beneath silk, though. Everything was, after all, built to take a beating, considering the nature of the students there. The rooms could withstand bursts of fire, gusts of wind, bolts of electricity, and so much more.
Though a visit from Fin Fang Foom might not go over so well.
He surveyed the boxes on his side of the room - clothes, books, training uniforms, action figures, two guitar cases - and got to unpacking. Moving things over had been easy - super-strength had it's advantages, after all - but the unpacking part. Well, that part was always...Tch. So boring.
Okay. Important stuff like clothes first. Fun things like posters and guitars and Mom's tiara later.
It took him a shorter time than anticipated - maybe an hour and a half, tops - and he grinned as he set down the glass mannequin head with Lorna's first tiara down on his desk, next to his laptop. The thing was old - scratched and battle-worn, dented in places - but it had history. When he was little, Topher used to throw it on, along with his mom's cape or his dad's well-worn leather jacket from their X-Factor days, and he'd run around the house, pretending that he was a superhero on a mission to save the world from evil.
His hand gently brushed over the tiara. Sometimes, dreams do come true.
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It would be difficult to start thinking of this place as anything else, but he understood exactly where Rachel was coming from.
Besides. Change is good. Wasn't that, like, a thing four years ago?
Granted, the fact that he was moving away from the mansion proper, where he'd lived for so long, into the dorms themselves, well, that was new. And probably good. I'll get to be like one of the other kids. Maybe some of them will stop seeing me as being one of the privileged legacy kids. Not that anyone had ever looked down on him for it - at least not to his face - and not that Topher had ever lorded the fact that he was sort of a legacy over the other students, but it was something he'd been very cogent of.
Of most of the students there, he'd had it the easiest, coming from a family that was almost entirely all mutant.
Besides. New faces, new friends. This is good. And at least the roommate is someone who won't cause Animus to come bursting out of me halfway through the night.
They were teenagers. Emotions were going to run rampant - everything from feelings both positive and negative. Still, Topher couldn't deny that there were some students who tended towards the negative spectrum more frequently than not. And that could have ended badly.
He pulled off his green flannel shirt and tied it haphazardly around his waist as he surveyed his new digs.
They were nice. Dorm-y, but in that rich, prep-school way that made everything seem just a touch more luxurious. It's like steel beneath silk, though. Everything was, after all, built to take a beating, considering the nature of the students there. The rooms could withstand bursts of fire, gusts of wind, bolts of electricity, and so much more.
Though a visit from Fin Fang Foom might not go over so well.
He surveyed the boxes on his side of the room - clothes, books, training uniforms, action figures, two guitar cases - and got to unpacking. Moving things over had been easy - super-strength had it's advantages, after all - but the unpacking part. Well, that part was always...Tch. So boring.
Okay. Important stuff like clothes first. Fun things like posters and guitars and Mom's tiara later.
It took him a shorter time than anticipated - maybe an hour and a half, tops - and he grinned as he set down the glass mannequin head with Lorna's first tiara down on his desk, next to his laptop. The thing was old - scratched and battle-worn, dented in places - but it had history. When he was little, Topher used to throw it on, along with his mom's cape or his dad's well-worn leather jacket from their X-Factor days, and he'd run around the house, pretending that he was a superhero on a mission to save the world from evil.
His hand gently brushed over the tiara. Sometimes, dreams do come true.