"Yes, how can I be of help to you Mister?" asked the quiet demeanor that was Professor Charles Francis Xavier. Leader and mentor to the legendary X Men, he sat across from a strange man, clad in black attire, looking something out of a gothic novel, or at the very least, a leather bondage shop.
"The name is Puck," responded the man dressed in black. His trench coat flowed over the chair. All of his body was covered, except for his face of course. His jade eyes met the penetrating stare of the professor, never wavering from his scrutinizing gaze. "I have come before you with a proposition Professor Xavier. I feel that I can be of some assistance to your school."
"Really," responded Xavier, moving in closer on the desk arms folded up. "How do you suppose you could do this Mister Puck?"
"It's just Puck. No mister si vous plait," Damn, Puck thought to himself. Old habits die hard... "I am aware of what your school is for Professor, and I think that my services could be of most use to you and your students."
"As anyone knows, I am always looking for new hands to help in anyway shape or form. So tell me, what are your mutant abilities?" Puck could tell immediately that Xavier didn't trust this six foot tall man in black, however, in his many years of dealing with people of all types, he decided to let the young man, who couldn't be any older than his early twenties.
"I am not a mutant Professor, I am sorry to have misled you," he apologized, although sincerity seemed to be lacking from his voice. Puck had expected as much, to be thought of as a mutant, in a school for the 'gifted' nevertheless, he felt a twinge of annoyance at the assumption. Not that he had any problem with mutants, he had seen far stranger things in his lifetime than mere humans with mutated genes; his annoyance laid in the fact that Xavier still assumed. "My abilities lay within the realm of the occult."
"Interesting indeed Puck, but how will that help my students or my school?"
"From what I understand about you and your precious X-Men, Professor Xavier, is that you have encountered beings from all walks of life. Including evil mutants, evil humans, and even the occasional run in with the occult. By which my understanding, you have only been able to scarcely get out of."
"I'm listening…" Xavier said with even more interest, however, he leaned back in his chair, as to make sure that Puck didn't know that he was too interested, hands placed together with his finger tips touching.
"Allow me to help here by teaching your staff as well as students some basic fundamentals of Magick 101. Mind you, all I will be able to do is show them the basic attacks, and what will be most effective, because unfortunately, a general rule in dealing with the occult is only the occult can stop the occult. However, I feel that with some guidance, your precious X-Men can at least have a fighting chance, when fighting someone like me," Puck allowed for a dramatic pause before he gave an enigmatic smile, as if to say, 'without such a good conscience that is.'
"You make a valid argument Puck," Xavier said with a sigh as he placed his hands on his desk before him. "My team has indeed faced beings from all walks of life, and has barely escaped with their lives in some encounters." Puck smiled inwardly because he knew that Xavier was beginning to cave in. "However, I am no fool, and know that you have some ulterior motive to being here, and I assure you, if you do anything to harm my staff or students, you will regret it."
This took the Magickian off guard, not too many people had seen the…mean? Side of Charles Francis Xavier, and Puck, damn-it-all, actually felt threatened by this old bald man in a wheel chair. Looks like Puck would have to play it safe for a while before his real duties could begin. In the meantime, he would do his best to acquire as much information about the X-Men, Xavier, and the School for the Gifted Youngsters.
"In the meantime Puck, welcome to my school. And please be advised, we will be watching you…" Xavier said with a stoned cold look that almost made Puck shiver, indeed, Xavier was one he would have to watch out for. All the magicks in the world would not be able to help someone if he was in a coma. Indeed, Puck had his work cut out for him.