There isn’t much she can do but be blunt and to the point now. It was hardly her style to sugarcoat things for the sake of feelings and emotions. They’re an oddity even for mutants, a curious specimen that’s bound to draw more attention. And she wanted the first crack. But they’re more than that, they’re five young women growing up in a world that despised people like them. It’s too soon for her to be offering help, to be offering them her knowledge. They don’t know her and beyond their file, she doesn’t know them.
“Forgive me for being to forward, but I normally decide if someone is in need of…added help. help the school can’t quite help with in terms of classes and such.” She clarifies, “This is simply a social visit— Think of it simply as me trying to know the other mutants on campus until otherwise state.”
She watches with rapt attention as they interact nonverbal, she can only assume telepathically. It’s remarkable
“Well consider that a bless and a curse,” she finds herself mumbling under her breath. How many times would the holy grail that was Xavier’s proper students and teen fighting team pave the way for what was considered ‘proper’ mutant education and life and what simply wasn’t up to snuff? had it been years earlier, had it all just gone as she had hoped, no dreamed, the X-men wouldn’t have been the only righteous path… She shakes her head coming back to the conversation.
“And who is it you wish to become?”
She smiled, “There’s only so much in your files, and I like to think that people are more complicated then a few flimsy pieces of paper can truly sum up.”
“We have been acclimating to the school just fine, Miss Frost, and there have been no incidents,” the sisters reply without missing a beat.
Truth be told, they don’t know if they’re acclimating well at all. It’s not as though they have any comparable experiences to judge this against. This whole school seems to be a collection of half-broken people trying to hold things together, even the people that enrolled voluntarily. They just seem a bit more respectable from a safe distance. Two sisters on the far left exchange glances, and Celeste nods slightly before they both turn their attention back to the woman on the other side of the desk. They haven’t caused any incidents since they arrived, despite their proximity to some of the unrelated issues this campus acts as a magnet for.
In other words, this is still a fishing expedition. She thinks they’re up to something, or that they might get up to something in the future, and she’s casting a line to see if they trip themselves up trying too hard to refute her.
“If we already knew just what we wanted to be, wouldn’t we already be most of the way there?” Esme asks. “Or perhaps I’ve misunderstood the intent of higher education.”
Sophie leans slightly in her seat. “Our lives have been brief enough that you might sum it up in a file. I’m sure they made their best effort with the facts at their disposal, though we made no great effort to help them in that. They were rather...cross.”
“Too many people with uniforms develop their own hive mind after a while,” says Irma.