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We shall be starting out this late Thursday afternoon adventure with an all too familiar sight, that obviously being a hairless elderly man sitting comfortably within his heavily modified wheelchair. Said crippled teacher is renown mutant rights activist and educator of young minds Charles Francis Xaveir who's also called Proffesor-X by both students and the super hero community alike.
This incredibly intelligent individual is currently awaiting just outside his ancestral while also vary often reconstructed mansion estate now turned instituting of higher learning in complete silent contemplation. What has been occupying this Omega level mutants mind you might have been asking yourself why only some worries and possible fears relating to his newest "he should have already arrived hours ago" student.
While this institute is no stranger to receiving some new young mutant minds who need some aid in their development this specific teenager was both realy late to arive and had a few interesting qualities that will need to be addressed soon.
However the telepath's time of silence is soon made short by his African goddess of a aid who exited the mansion's front door with their canadian friend in tow the man's boots old and caked with mud.
"Professor are you sure everything is alright your acting very distant as of recent." The silvery white haired mutant said in a beautiful and elegant voice which is followed up by a grunt from the Wolverine.
"Look Chuck we wanna know if this kid is gonna be the next Magneto or something." The Canadian said shocking his old friend.
"I can assure you both this child has no similarities to Eric as he is now, nor do i think he will ever become such, why do you ask." The man asked recovering from his shock rather quickly.
"Don't play dumb Chuck it really doesn't suit you, idealistic maybe but not dumb." Logan said taking out a ciger from his pocket as he said this.
"What Logan means to say is that few things can make you act this...removed." She said to the telepath as she tried not to look at Logan with a stern gaze.
"While I do appreciate your concerns they are however misplaced, our purpose here is as a guiding voice if one of our students should chose to follow another's despite our advise that is regrettably a choice on their part."
"That doesn't feel me with much confidence." The man siad lighting up his cigar with an old engraved lighter, the puff of his smoke reaching Storms nose who reacted as normally one would.
"Please must you really pollute our air and lungs with tthat trash." The women said with an unamused expression "Heavens help us if our students pick up any one of you bad habbits." The man only shruged in response.
"Logan I agree with Ororo would you want to give our new studant such an impression of the staff" he said smirking glad his friend at least refrained from drinking and cursing when around the children.
"Well what do you know looks like we got company" The Canadian said grinning after spotting a large albeit old vehicle that was driven past the front gates and slowly entering into their driveway, this slightly oversized van in question was more specifically a slightly modified light blue 1966 Volkswagen Samba bus which despite being a vary old vehicle at this time looked remarkably unhurt by time's edge save a large dent in its bumper. What really caught the three mutants attention however was a small plum of dark green smoke flowimg outside threw an opening at the top.
Quite a few students used this possibly broken down vehicle as an excuse to get out of their seats and look out the windows hopeing to catch a glimpse of their mysterious and new classmate. A particular scorpian like studant even said "Wow looks like Forge won't be the only hippy here" he said with another mutant laughing at that.
Meanwhile as his spike having friend laughed a blond teen girl wearing a strange jacket that looked like something an airplane bomber would have spoke out load "Hey Jubb's do you think the new kid's got his license already"
She said to a black haired girl who's wearing an equally odd looking yellow rain coat like jacket who speaks quietly "Tabby you thinking we can get a ride to the mall sounds good I'll text Kitty" she said before her phone is taken by their red glasses wearing teacher.
"Firstly no phone calls or texts in class, secondly no one is going to the mall without any teacher or staff member present and thirdly sit back down we have more problems to go over." He said as his class groaned in response.
Returning our gaze outside we see both Xaveir and Ororo grow worried for their new and quite posibly drug useing student while the Wolverine only laughed out at the unexpected irony of it all, in response.
The three staff members only had to wait for another couple seconds before the probably immune to the raveges of time Volkswagen opened it's middle most doors releasing some smoke and revealing a rather strangly dressed teenager, or at least strangely dressed by normal standards, since they were in the super hero community they had each seen a lot weirder and even insane clothing before so in comparison this was time.
Said young teen in question was rather obviously a male, his ever so slightly masculine if heavily freckled face and over all body structure confirming this, while on the subject of his body he stood around average height for his age, that said he was clearly overweight not obsess in any way but still clearly fat.
Our likely less then healthy teenager had a full head of long light brown hair that looked as if it never once received a professional combing once in its existance, as both strands and bunches can easily be seen sticking out in no particular style or pattern almost like he had just woke up from a rough night of getting little if any sleep, which considering the bags under his eyes is not impossible for someone to imagine. Since we are speaking of eyes it should be said that those twin orbs were in fact sea green in color.
Returning to the subject of strange clothing this young man was wearing a red and black flannel shirt, which was almost fully button up excluding for the first two buttons those of course being missing most likely having been torn off, placed above the shirts collar was an Egyptian ankh most provably a replica made of plastic or some othere cheap material. Lastly he wore some old worn out blue jeans that have had the largest holes patched up using ripped up socks and what appears to be a bandana, together paired with a pair of sandals that gave off an odd image indeed.
Xavier:"Mister Febland welcome to the school." The professor said to their new arival
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