Finding Who You Really Are (After Godstorm, open to Mansion folk)

[dolemeck]

The grounds were still rather wet and soggy from the storm. Thankfully, there was not a whole lot of damage to the Mansion, or the dorms. Dolemeck spent the majority of the storm locked in his room, playing some vinyls and sneaking a quick smoke when he could. Now that the storm passed, he could make his way out of the dorms and into the music room without fear of getting sucked into a mud puddle or something.

For the first time in a long time, the young Brit walked out of his bedroom. No wheelchair, no leg braces. He was walking with the use of his powers. He was dressed in a pair of doc martins, black leather pants, a matching leather trench, and a union jack shirt under his coat. His black hair had grown out some, going past his chin a bit, and his skin remain rather pale. He just seemed like a different person, now.

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[dark_scion]

Fred was far from being an academic environmentalist, but just something..odd about the scent of the wind during the storm had convinced him that staying inside was preferable. Which didn't mean he was entirely satisfied. He still didn't have permission to use the X-Men's laboratory for his experiments into mutational stability, so that meant a lot of tense wandering inside the residence. While the storm had since passed, Fred had actually managed to focus his attention by mesmerizing the layout of the building. When it ended though, he was finally able to expand his exploration to the other buildings on campus and the rooms they contained. He had entered the music room, lost in his thoughts when he noticed the scent of someone inside.

"Pardon," he said, noticing Dolemeck finally, though he didn't sound embarrassed or nonplussed. "I will leave you to your activity."