Exiting the jet, she looked around the underground base. It looked like a cross between a hospital and a spying room. Both frightened and amazed, she followed the others to some sort of elevator.
Riding in a room that moves was definitely not her forte. The second it took off, Spirit grabbed onto the closest thing-- Kurt. Blushing madly, he helped her straighten up and earn how to 'ride' the elevator. "Sorry. I probably should haff varned you. I did ze same zing vhen I first got here. Don't vorry, you'll like it here."
"Ja… later, could you come vith me to get my zing? Zey're at an old varehouse vhere I used to stay," she asked softly.
Kurt nodded and the elevator stopped abruptly, sending Spirit flying into him. "Sorry…" she said from under his protective embrace.
He released her and replied, "It vas my fault. I am sorry. Ze Professor really needs to get ze elevator oiled or some zing…"
Once again following the crowd, Spirit soon found herself in front of two large darkened oak doors that belonged to Professor Xavier's office. "Go on in. Professor Xavier wants to talk to you. We've got training and cooking to do," Scott said, walking away.
She just stood there, scared of what would happen. Perhaps this 'professor' was only nice to those he knew? Maybe he was super busy and didn't like to be disturbed? What would happen if she did disrupt his work?
A finger tapped her shoulder. "Ahhh!" she cried out, turning to face a now-deaf Kurt.
"Ow… vhy are you so scared? Testing… vone, two, three…" he asked, poking at his ear.
Spirit said, "Sorry… I just got to zinkink… maybe… does he get disturbed durink his vork by people like me? Vhat happens vhen he is…?"
"I'll go in zere vith you. I know exactly how you feel-- I zought zose same zoughts ze first time I vent in zere and really could haff used someone to come n zere vith me."
"Ja." she said, before knocking on the door softly.
"Come in!" The voice was relatively friendly but Spirit had her doubts and Kurt knew this well. So he grabbed her hand and, while blushing, walked into the room, half-dragging her with him.
An older bald man sat at a large oak desk, papers neatly organized. "So is this the mutant I seansed earlier?" he asked.
Kurt nodded, replying, "Ja, professor. Zis is Spirit. If I am correct, she is a light manipulator."
"Well, Spirit, welcome to the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters. This is a place for mutants of all sorts to learn how to gain control over their abilities. If you want to stay here, you are welcome to," he said, holding out his hand for her to shake. "I am Professor Charles Xavier."
Shaking the hand, she smiled. "Kurt vas right. You are kind like a demon."
Xavier shot a glance at Kurt, who simply nodded his head. "Well, thank you for your kind words. Do you want to stay here?"
"Ja. Very much so."
"Okay then. My resources show that you have no relatives so we will sort of adopt you as our own. Kurt, since you and she seem to get along so well, she will stay in the room to the right of yours. Gather her things quickly," the professor said, dismissing them both.
