Monet and Scott| Introductions

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A hint of dry desert air still drifted around the hallway, a remnant from the portal that had just snapped shut behind the young teenager who was now standing in the middle of the lobby surrounded by her bags. Scott put down the last of the bags on the pile and turned to the new arrival, "You certainly know how to make an arrival," he noted wryly holding out his hand, "Hi, I'm Scott Summers."Monet wobbled a bit on her feet. Traveling through Grandfather's portals always made her a bit sick, if she was honest. She quickly composed herself and turned to the man speaking to her.
"I'm Monet St. Croix, making an entrance is something I'm known for. I must say that it's...lovely to meet you Mr Summers." She stated, extending a perfectly manicured hand toward the other man.
"I was asked to meet you and get you settled in, though I have to be honest, I was expecting a car from the airport or something. A portal all the way from Australia was the last thing I'd have thought about Miss St Croix. They do say it is the only way to travel though," Scott noted wryly. Personally he'd always prefer flying, portals were probably safer and faster but he loved the feeling of freedom when he took a plane up.
"My grandfather is an...interesting man, Mr. Summers. He couldn't help but have a bit of a laugh at me before sending me to this place. I assure you, I would have much preferred flying. Still, the faster I get here, the quicker I can start learning. And the quicker I start learning, the quicker I'll get to tell my father and hopefully return home within the year." She answered.
"You're planning on leaving us so soon?" Scott asked curiously. "Sadly, you'll have to wait for classes and training before you start, and we normally like to give people a chance to get settled in before we start with anything."
"Just as quickly as possible, Mr. Summers. I suppose that if I must practice patience, then I must. My father feels that it will be good for me to interact with other mutants, especially those my own age, and for me to gain some insight on the rather...tenuous, situation that mutants are facing on this side of the world." Monet explained, her annoyed tone of voice indicating exactly what she thought of that idea.
"But you would rather be at home and feel that you're wasting your time here?" Scott finished for her, "a lot of people come here feeling that way but," he shrugged, "this place has a way of getting under your skin. Where else can you play basket ball with people who can jump 20 feet straight up on the air. We go through basketballs like nobodies business."
Perhaps, Mr. Summers. Though I must say I find a bit of humor in the thought of anyone playing basketball against the invulnerable, flying girl." She answered, a wry smile on her face. "As much as I hate to ask, would you mind showing me around a bit? I'd hate to stumble around blindly. It's far too undignified." She added.
You still need to dribble and pass the ball," Scott pointed out with a grin, that makes you pretty vulnerable to a steal if you're flying." the X-man nodded towards the stairs, "I'm sorry, that completely slipped my mind, I'm supposed to give you the tour. If we leave your bags here I'll get someone to take it up to your room. So is there anything in particular you'd like to see?"
"I can be creative in the use of my powers if I wish to be, Mr. Summers. And yes, that would be acceptable." Monet answered, quickly setting down all of her bags. She had brought everything that she deemed absolutely necessary, including three suitcases that were just shoes alone. Still, she'd have to do a bit of online shopping when she was settled. While her invulnerability protected her from the chill in the air around New York, it did not provide her with fashionable outfits geared toward the cool weather and the even cooler colors of the states. "My father says that I will be training here in the use of my abilities. Perhaps you could show me what facilities you and Mr. Xavier will be providing for me in that regard. I believe that any information that you believe to be pertinent should be divulged. Forgive me Mr. Summers, but I can't help but feel that something about you is a bit off. " She answered. It wasn't her telepathy, no, whoever this man was his mind was locked up tighter than her father's at home safe. Still, she couldn't help but see a bit of darkness following the man around.
"A bit off? How do you mean?" The X-man queried as he opened a door for Monet and escorted her down the hallway towards the elevator to the basement. "Why is it everyone always wants to see the powers stuff first. You know, we have a Olympic level pool and a heated one too you know." he told the teenager with a smile, "We even have a semi-sentient coffee machine." The door to the elevator slid open to reveal a larger cavernous room, "oh, and we have a part holographic part robotic powers training cave too. Welcome to the Danger Room."
"I suppose that's the most exciting aspect of your little operation here, Mr. Summers. I'm sure the pool is lovely, perhaps I will take a look at that in a moment. As for your emotional state, Mr Summers, you just seem...down. My manners seem to have left me entirely, seeing as I mentioned it at all. A perceptive mind is part of my perfection, I suppose." Monet answered with a shrug as she stepped forward to take a closer look at the room. "May I ask where you acquired such technology, Mr. Summers? It seems quite advanced for a non military operation." She added casually as she ran a hand through her ebony locks.

"It's certainly the most...spectacular part of the tour," Scott agreed. "We're not without resources Miss St Croix, mostly our old sudents, we've gotten very lucky to have some exceptionally intelligent alumini who were able to develop and refine the design for us. After that, it's jut a matter of upkeep which is a lot easier." the X-man admitted. "And It's been a trying few weeks is all, you know about M-Day? We all lost people we cared about theand I'm jsut trying to adjust. Most people here are."
n Thu, Feb 12, 2015 at 5:35 PM, Kale Remmers wrote:
"I...see." Monet answered. Of course shed heard of what the media called "M-Day." Shed found herself riveted to the telly, wondering just what had become of the world. Still, it was beginning to become a bit to emotional for her, and she crossed her arms over her chest in defiance. "Mr. Summers, I'm wondering about training with my abilities. What does that
involve exactly? Moreover, who will be teaching me? You?" She asked. Clearly the man in front of her had authority. She could practically smell it. She could see him as a teacher.
"Not yet, personally anyway" Scott allowed with a shake of his head, "We have a training group, Generation-X, that you'll be a part of and do powers training with. The mentors there will work with you to control your powers. I mainly help out with students who want to study tactics or who want to learn to use their powers in a more advanced fashion. Most people prefer just to know they're not going to set the room on fire or blow a hole in the ceiling."
"More advanced fashion, you say? And these mentors, who are they? What credentials do they have?" Monet asked as she examined her nails , picking away at some of the chipping polish with a frown.
Scott nodded, "If you want to go beyond just controlling your powers," he clarified. "The teachers in Generation-X come from all over the board, you'll get survival training form a man who has survived some of the nastiest wars in history, first aid from our highly trained medical team. And it all goes through some younger alumini of he school who provide mentoring and guidence to the students who are were they normally were. We've tried to provide as supportive a base as possible here."
"I see. I believe that, since I am unable to make much of another choice, I will give it a chance, Mr. Summers. I aim to be the best, and this will be no different. Now, I'd very much like to see more of the school. Please, lead on." She answered.