The trek down the stairs had been uneventful. Sure, had he been his old self, in another time, he would likely have taken the elevator. However, he wasn't his old self, it wasn't another time, and he had taken the stairs to procrastinate. He had never been the fatherly type, he had left the nurturing up to Storm. He was never the disciplinarian either, that had been Cyclops' place. Yet he was expected to be both now. He had promised that to the Professor.
As he entered the dining area, he was surprised to find that the newer wave of mutants were mostly young teenagers. Most of them under the age of seventeen, save a select few. The professor had told him, of course, that the students were young. It was the shock of seeing them that made it reality. They were all chatting idly amongst themselves, apparently unaware that another adult had just entered the room and sat down amongst them.
"I still say you were wrong to tell people about that Oliver. It's no wonder Lea was mad at you..." A young girl to the right of Remy was speaking to the boy across from her. She had long black hair and lavender eyes. Such a rare sight that Remy had to do a double take. She didn't seem as young as the others though, at least eighteen.
"How was I supposed to know Kylie? She never exactly told me I couldn't tell anybody..."
Remy's gaze trailed over to the boy now, his looks so similar to the girl's that he guessed they had to be brother and sister. The only difference between the two ( beside the normal gender differences.. ), was his eyes. His eyes were a green color, which made Remy think the girl's eyes were part of her mutation. Much like his demon colored ones...Only hers were so much more beautiful.
He began to listen more to the conversations around the table, ignoring the food that was in front of him. From what he heard he could tell that these children had been through a lot in this world that feared those who were different. He had heard horror stories about sentinels burning down homes, families murdered. None of it surprised him.
" 'scuse me mister, can you help me?" Remy had felt the tug on his coat, and had looked down to find a little girl, no older than six, staring up at him. She was a cute girl, once he had gotten past the shock that she had midnight colored wings protruding from her back. She had long hair whose color matched that of her wings, her eyes a silverish color. She was quite a bit younger than Remy remembered Xavier taking in, undoubtedly taken in because her mutation was a physical one.
"Sure petite. What can Remy do fo' you?" He smiled down at her, glad that he had taken to wearing his sunglasses to the table in order to hide his demon-like eyes from such a small child.
"Can you butter this?" Her small hand held out a piece of bread, which he took and buttered quickly. As he handed the bread back to her, he noticed a small marking on her neck that resembled a brand.
"What's this petite?"
The little girl shrugged, and upon getting her bread ran off to go eat, leaving Remy to dwell on the strange markings.
As he entered the dining area, he was surprised to find that the newer wave of mutants were mostly young teenagers. Most of them under the age of seventeen, save a select few. The professor had told him, of course, that the students were young. It was the shock of seeing them that made it reality. They were all chatting idly amongst themselves, apparently unaware that another adult had just entered the room and sat down amongst them.
"I still say you were wrong to tell people about that Oliver. It's no wonder Lea was mad at you..." A young girl to the right of Remy was speaking to the boy across from her. She had long black hair and lavender eyes. Such a rare sight that Remy had to do a double take. She didn't seem as young as the others though, at least eighteen.
"How was I supposed to know Kylie? She never exactly told me I couldn't tell anybody..."
Remy's gaze trailed over to the boy now, his looks so similar to the girl's that he guessed they had to be brother and sister. The only difference between the two ( beside the normal gender differences.. ), was his eyes. His eyes were a green color, which made Remy think the girl's eyes were part of her mutation. Much like his demon colored ones...Only hers were so much more beautiful.
He began to listen more to the conversations around the table, ignoring the food that was in front of him. From what he heard he could tell that these children had been through a lot in this world that feared those who were different. He had heard horror stories about sentinels burning down homes, families murdered. None of it surprised him.
" 'scuse me mister, can you help me?" Remy had felt the tug on his coat, and had looked down to find a little girl, no older than six, staring up at him. She was a cute girl, once he had gotten past the shock that she had midnight colored wings protruding from her back. She had long hair whose color matched that of her wings, her eyes a silverish color. She was quite a bit younger than Remy remembered Xavier taking in, undoubtedly taken in because her mutation was a physical one.
"Sure petite. What can Remy do fo' you?" He smiled down at her, glad that he had taken to wearing his sunglasses to the table in order to hide his demon-like eyes from such a small child.
"Can you butter this?" Her small hand held out a piece of bread, which he took and buttered quickly. As he handed the bread back to her, he noticed a small marking on her neck that resembled a brand.
"What's this petite?"
The little girl shrugged, and upon getting her bread ran off to go eat, leaving Remy to dwell on the strange markings.