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Post by amber on Sept 24, 2009 0:06:17 GMT
It was late, after midnight for sure but Amber was still a bit wired about getting the job and a safe place to stay. So, she made her way into the kitchens for a small snack. Dressed in her black and pink plaid sleep pants and black cami with a pink devil, the young woman slipped into the spacious room. She was barefoot and floor was cool on her feet as she made her way to the fridge. Honestly, she wasn't looking for something small to eat so she got the stuff to make a turkey sandwich.
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Post by victorvondamme on Sept 24, 2009 19:33:47 GMT
Dr. Von Damme, the owner of Europe's première weapons development and production company, now working as a teacher for mutants due to his own statue as a mutant, and his daughters, was also awake. He however, was not wearing the attire of a typical awake at night person. He was adorned in his usual outfit, he announced it as a life support unit, but anyone who was foolish enough to make an attempt on his life knew it was really a battle suit in almost every way. He was almost sure some of the students had nick named him Darth Vader, if they had he'd catch them saying it sooner or later.
Doom had been awake reading, he was often up later at night, it was rather surprising that someone else would be. Placing down his book and nightcap, Victor arose from his seat and went to explore, curious as to who had turned on the light that had caught his attention. When he did enter, he found a young woman. "Hello." he announced, not loud enough to scare her, but just enough to let her know she wasn't the only person around. "Quite unusual for someone other then myself to walk the halls at this time."
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Post by amber on Sept 24, 2009 19:56:57 GMT
Amber had just put the ingredients away when she heard the 'hello'. The young woman stiffened and bit and looked over her shoulder. She was very proud of herself because she didn't scream or openly freak out. However her heart rated picked up a bit at the sight before her. "Hello. I was just hungry. Can I get you a sandwich?" Amber had to remember that everything was the way it was for a reason. Maybe he just liked to scare people or maybe it was necessary. If the armor type thing was necessary then she didn't want to make him feel bad.
She grabbed a bottled water and closed the door to the fridge and then pulled herself up onto the counter. "I'm Amber Ryan the new nurse/healer." There, introduce herself, he'll introduce himself, and she won't feel so weirded out about wanting to call him Vader or Tin man or something.
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Post by victorvondamme on Sept 24, 2009 20:29:44 GMT
"No thank you, I am quite alright." he replied, not in anyway responding to her response or lack there of to his appearance. He had spent over a decade being looked at, it didn't concern him anymore. Like any person entering an environment where they're type was strange, alien even. Eventually you stopped noticing, unless someone really made the effort for you to notice.
"I am Victor Von Damme, teacher." he informed, offering an armoured hand to the woman, he was aware of the pains in being a new person, wouldn't hurt to make her life a little easier.
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Post by amber on Sept 24, 2009 21:18:27 GMT
Amber nodded. "Alright then. I was thinking of putting on some coffee, but it being so late I knew I wouldn't and shouldn't drink the entire pot myself." It was taking her a few moments but she was getting used to his appearance. She was most curious as to why he wore the armor style outfit. However, once more she refrained from asking. The girl had to give herself props since she was denying herself the luxury of an answer.
"It's a pleasure Victor. I do call you Victor or would you prefer a more formal title?" She reached out and shook his armored hand. It was one of the oddest feelings to her but she didn't pull back.
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Post by victorvondamme on Sept 27, 2009 19:33:42 GMT
"Only the students need refer to me as Dr. Von Damme, Victor is fine." he replied, giving a quick but firm shake. "Would you care to join me in the other room as we are both awake?" T'was a rare thing that he had company at such a time, and while he was perfectly comfortable in his own company, t'would not hurt to get to know the people he lived with.
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Post by amber on Sept 27, 2009 19:39:37 GMT
"Well then Victor, call me Amber." She actually gave him a smile when she said that. He seemed nice enough and very polite, so she wasn't quite as leery as she had been at first. "I'd love to." Amber did put on the coffee though after she hopped off the counter. She wrapped her sandwich up and smiled up at Victor once more. "Lead on."
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Post by victorvondamme on Sept 27, 2009 19:50:37 GMT
"Might I enquire how you ended at this modest little abode?" he asked, leading the way as she put it, towards what was really a little study of sorts. The Latverian genius made his way towards the leather chair he had been sitting at, a small table beside it where a glass of bourbon and his book were sitting, an open fire right in front of them.
Sitting back into his seat, his gestured for her to join him at the seat across the way.
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Post by amber on Sept 27, 2009 19:53:44 GMT
Amber thought about it. "Emma found me, I needed a job, and she gave me one." Quite truthfully that was the full extent of it. No need to mention the promise of protection for her parents should they arrive. She down, cross legged, in a large chair and set the paper plate in her lap. Her coffee was in her other hand as she looked across at him. "What about you? What brings you here?" Amber sipped her coffee as blue eyes watched him quietly.
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Post by victorvondamme on Sept 27, 2009 19:57:47 GMT
"I have done enough for Latveria, and with my daughter being a mutant, I wanted to provide her with the most ideal place to continue her education and learn about herself as a mutant. I could have taught her myself, but this might be better for her in a social aspect. But of course, no father would send his daughter half way around the world, this way I can keep an eye on her and who she socialises with, and also pass on my considerable knowledge to what it would appear shall be the first public generation of mutants." his story was a bit longer, but he had more to tell, so why not tell it?
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Post by amber on Sept 27, 2009 20:04:02 GMT
Amber tilted her head a bit, she had a few questions but fair was fair. "Who's your daughter? Oh and don't be too controlling, remember this is coming from a daughter. If you know too much about what goes on in her life, or at least if you let her know you do, she might rebel." Oh that would have annoyed her to no end if her daddy was in her life 24/7. Not that she didn't love her daddy but it was nice to think he didn't know everything about her. "Although I'll give you kudos for caring enough to want to do something about it." She didn't ask if he was a single parent, since a wife or mother was never mentioned.
"Emma offered to let my parents come and live here should they need to. I left home in order to let them have a normal life, they didn't want me to." She shrugged a bit. "Unfortunately, I can't not help someone if they are injured and we were constantly on the move. They are wonderful people and they don't need to live like that." Her voice softened as she sipped her coffee.
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Post by victorvondamme on Sept 27, 2009 20:13:08 GMT
"Valeria knows better then to rebel against her own father. I assure you, such an action would do little favour for her. Nothing slips passed Von Damme." he informed, sitting back into the seat properly, feet firmly planted on the ground, one hand reached for the glass, letting it rest there until he wanted to actually drink from it. "Yes, many mutants are not in as comfortable position as us, and their own lives and the lives of people around them are being negatively affected. Very often by the people around them who don't understand."
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Post by amber on Sept 27, 2009 20:23:19 GMT
A small smile touched her lips at his words. "Just be careful so she doesn't end up resenting you. Not saying she would, this is just from what I myself would feel. It has to be hard having your parent constantly in your line of vision. It's a comfort knowing they are there, but not every time you turn a corner." She broke off a piece of her sandwich and ate it. After she swallowed she looked over at him. "You know I was one of the lucky ones. My parents didn't care that I was a mutant. They didn't disown me, throw me away, or even try to pretend I was normal. If it weren't for public reaction I swear my father would have been telling everyone that his daughter had a gift. Now they might not necessarily care for all the mechanics of the gift, but still a gift."
Amber sipped her coffee and studied him. "What about you?" She didn't want to ask if he was a mutant, a tragic accident victim, and the list goes on. However she was curious since he called his daughter a mutant but not necessarily himself. Yet she knew he wasn't 'normal' either.
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Post by Mimic on Sept 28, 2009 3:59:07 GMT
Calvin was restless. Ever since adding some of his newer abilities he had noticed that he required less and less sleep then he normally did. Thanks to Wolverine his healing factor usually took care of any fatique he would feel at the end of an intense work out or tough day in class rapidly and now that he had Northstar's speed moving around at "regular speed" wasn't even close to a challenge. These two combined abilities while both very useful as had the side effect of the young mutant typically needing only a few short hours of sleep before he felt refreshed and ready for the day. The downside would be that he spent most of his nights awake recently while most of the school slept. It was helpful since he had plenty of time to do his assignments but when that was finished he usually ended up being bored and just surfing the internet or watching dvds.
This particular night Calvin had just finished a writing assignment and realized he could the beginning stirrings of hunger in his belly as a small growl creeped its way out from his torso. He shrugged and donned a white wife beater undershirt and a pair of gym shorts and decided to head downstairs to get some food. He would be awake anyways and eventually his hunger would be more then a slight nuisance that most people could sleep through anyways.
Since moving at super speed usually made too much more the walked casually down to the kitchen. Once he got there he saw the lights where on and someone had brewed a pot of coffee. His enhanced senses, again thanks to Wolverine picked up the multitude of scents from the coffee pot, food nearby and even the faintest traces of people. Calvin was still new to these senses and couldn't distinquish anything specific beyond the smell of coffee as of yet. The fact that James's senses where more powerful still shocked Calvin that the boy could even function.
Mimic was about to raid the fridge for some food when his ears picked up the voices of people talking nearby. Curiosity got the better of him since almost the entire academy was asleep at the moment and he moved to investigate just in case something strange was going down. As he moved closer he recognized Dr. Von Damme's voice, unmistakable given its certain edge and since it issued from the man's armor. The other person was a woman but Mimic was fairly certain he hadn't heard it before. He respectfully stood outside of the room the two of them where speaking in and lightly knocked on the doorway so as not to just burst in and interupt.
"Hello?" he called out as he leaned his head in to make his prescence known to the both of them. He saw his all too recognizeable teacher and a woman he had never met before. Hopefully Mimic was interupting anything important since he had certianly seen the wrath of Von Damme before when Slipstream had earned his ire.
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Post by victorvondamme on Sept 30, 2009 23:54:23 GMT
"Valeria is not an average teenage girl." He informed, moving the glass to his face, a thin plate in the mouth area flipped open, just thin enough to let him slide the drink in. "Her intellect and abilities put her far beyond the requirements of a normal young woman. Not to mention the natural target she would make to any would be's kidnappers wishing to take from me a piece of my fortune." Which was very considerable.
He had been about to reply to her question on the issue of him being a mutant, even if that wasn't what she said, it was what she wanted to know, of that he was near positive, but then it would seem, they were joined by Mimic. "You may join us young lad."
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