It was a month later when Viggo met with the mayor of the city the school had been built in. One month later and Eddward had only opened up a tiny bit. No one actually knew much about him, but what he'd finally opened up about was a bit on his unique abilities. He was worried; terrified that no one would appreciate his being, but he was quite wrong. In fact, not a single soul saw him as any different.

Eddward's powers were what was known as a Class 5 Psychic. It marked him as one of the strongest psychic's, and any of the lower class students sought him to learn from him. He was overwhelmed by the welcoming responses, he cried. Never had he felt so much acceptance, and never had he felt so happy to be somewhere he belonged.

Mayor Dunne had a niece who had the ability to phase through solid material. She was just shy a year of being welcomed into the Bainstale School, and the Mayor came often to see how things were coming along. Viggo came to meet her, pleasant smiles through and through. The world had been accepting their "kind" gradually, but the Mayor had always been the school's biggest supporter.

"Mayor Dunne," Viggo exclaimed, though he was not surprised to see her. "I see you've been well? How's your campaign for re-election going?" Small talk. Viggo was the best at it, but it always left a foul taste in Rufus' mouth. Perhaps that's why he only ever watched from the shadows and never actually joined in even though he was always asked to join in. Viggo always knew he was close by and never outed him.

"Elections are going well. My opponent is tricky though," she said, sighing softly. "I think I might actually have a challenge." She laughed then and came to his side, joining him. Viggo would take her on a tour of the campus, a few students milled about. The elder ones knew who she was, but the younger children had no idea. She waved to them anyway. "You've quite a large group of students now, don't you? Not many little ones though?"

"Not enough teachers for younger kids," he said, "so we only accept those that are in the system. It's harder for them to find someone who is willing to adopt them. We're hoping that one the older kids are able to start teaching themselves, we'll be able to start bringing in the younger kids." He caught sight of a few of the older ones he was talking about; Eddy and Ed were sparring albeit not safely. He could see Edd standing nearby, quietly reading a book. At least Kevin wasn't around - he really didn't feel like breaking up another fight.

"Oh speaking of students from Foster Care," the Mayor said, watching Ed chuck Eddy straight up into the sky and Eddy doing some fancy tricks with his ice powers, "I heard that you've acquired a new young man? A boy from Foster Care itself? What's he like?"

Viggo nodded. "We did indeed get a young man from the system just a month or so ago. He's really smart, and very gifted." The violet haired headmaster was careful with his words. "He's one of my top candidates for teaching the younger and new students."

"Oh! What qualifies him to teach? I know you have yourself, young Mister Stephen and a few others, but isn't this new student the same age as you?" Mayor Dunne had many reasons to be concerned. "Is he quite powerful?"

"Well, yes," Viggo said. "He's a Class 5 Psychic level."

"Forgive me, I don't think I understand what that means," said the Mayor. "I didn't know there were levels or specific classes for the powers. You've categorized them? All of them? There are so many unique types!"

"True, but most of them can be grouped by the basics. For example," Viggo stopped and pointed to the Ed's. "Ed, the strong one there, can easily be classified as Body Class. That means he is able to manipulate some part of his physical being for his unique talent. Your niece, Mayor, would also be a Body Class." He pointed to Eddy then, as the short individual came falling down only to create a slide of ice and come down it as smooth as he could. He was cocky and wore a shit-eating grin. Viggo sighed, smiling at him.

"Eddy, my ice wielder there, is known as the Elemental Class. He, along with Rufus and another one of ours named Kevin all manipulate a form of element or more. Rufus manipulates gravity, while Kevin can control fire." The Mayor looked impressed. "All types can be simplified one way or another. The Level they fall under usually depends on what they can do. Now, climbing from Level 1 to Level 2 is a possibility. Some of the students started out only knowing how to do very basic simple things, and have grown to be able to do more. Thus, their level grows.

"Others, like Ed, don't really climb a ladder as he can only be so strong. Get it?"

"This is so fascinating! Which do you fall under, Mr. Bainstale?"

"Body Class," said Viggo. "I fall under Body Class. My unique ability is fairly average. I am a Class 5 Body level."

"What are your unique gifts?"

"Now, now, Mayor. I tend to reserve that for the second date," he said with a wink. She giggled a bit at him and waved her hand, embarrassed. The duo would walk more, Viggo continuing his tour. They explored the grounds and caught a bit more sparring. Viggo showed her the mansion where the dorms were, and the spare building where actual classes took place. He even showed her the large sparring and training rooms, which were all equipped with high tech gear and training dummies. Finally, he took her to his office for tea and some lunch.

"There is one very important thing I had wished to discuss with you, Mr. Bainstale," Mayor Dunne said, thanking Viggo for the tea. "The other day I was going through my mail when I noted a letter than had come through. Naturally, I was highly nervous to even touch it, so after having security check it and make sure it was okay-" Viggo nodded. She was a politician after all. "-I read it. It was a letter from a group of people, much like your school, who were requesting to meet with me. They knew of my niece and wanted to know if they wished to have her join them so they could teach her. I wrote them back and they met with me. They had no idea that your school existed-"

"Wait, Mayor Dunne," Viggo said, sitting up with a frown, "you didn't just tell these strangers about my school, did you?"

"Of course I did. Why wouldn't I? They were very curious and wanted to know more. They wanted to meet with you too. Something about combining their organization and your school together."

"No, Mayor Dunne," Viggo was getting frustrated, "what you did was very dangerous, don't you know? You've given away the location of a private institute with many people who could easily be hurt! Don't you realize how dangerous that is?"

"I'm very sorry," she huffed, "but the fact is that another group of people just like you is here to meet with you and combine their group with your school!" She huffed at him. "And I'm trying to do what is best for my city and for my niece! I'm sorry for breaking your trust, Mr. Bainstale, but the fact is they're coming to meet you very soon!"

"TODAY?" Viggo snapped, slamming his hands on the desk. "You didn't ask me, you didn't even give me a warning, Madam Mayor! Now I need to warn my students to prepare themselves just in case because you selfishly though two separate groups can just simply meet and form as one!"

She stood and opened her mouth to fight him when her phone rang. She answered it with an air of grace. "Hello Mayor Dunne-Oh yes! How wonderful to hear from you. Yes, I'm here at the school. Of course, I can meet with you. I'll be there soon-"

Someone is here, hissed a voice in Viggo's ear.

"Shut up, I know," Viggo growled. "Go and see what it is and if we can trust it."

Naturally.

"Rufus?"

"Hm?"

"Prepare the students, just in case."

"Of course."

"Mr. Bainstale," said Mayor Dunne, turning to him. She didn't realize there had been two different conversations happening behind her. "They're here. Are you ready to come and meet them?"

Viggo frowned and rubbed his head. "I guess I don't have much of a choice, do I?"

"Ahh, Mr. Bainstale, I presume? My name is Harold Barkley. This is my granddaughter, Eliza." He was an old man, looked innocent enough. He held out his hand to shake Viggo's. "We are the Seeing Eye, it's a pleasure to finally meet you."