I am unsure who-- or what-- I am. But I'd like to find out.

Ah, so Warren’s father was against mutants. As was the company he ran. Not everyone was as lucky as he had been. His mother was kind and never shunned him for his mutation. He smiled softly. “Well, one day I believe people like your father will understand. That’s what the professor is working towards anyway and it’s the goal I hope to help him achieve. Humans and mutants living together peacefully.”

He still had a lot to learn before he could be of any real use but so far it had been fun learning. “Just give this place a chance. I promise you’ll learn a lot more here than you will out there. And here you can practice with other mutants. Who knows! You might find other people with wings as well.” He hadn’t actually seen any but there was always a chance. He knew several that could at least fly.

“I don’t know about that. People get set in their ways and it’s hard to change their mind, even if their own children are the thing they hate.” Warren replied. It wasn’t a bad mindset to have, you just couldn’t get your hopes up. “There’s always hope for the next generation, though, if the older one doesn’t want to change.” Warren, at least, believed humans could be good if they were raised the right way.

“And I guess so, it would just be nice to have the choice,” He sighed but figured there was no need to dwell on it. He clearly didn’t have a choice. “Do you know a lot of mutants that have tails? Is that how you bond with people?” Warren couldn’t help but poke fun at Kurt’s comment. Wings weren’t exactly something that would win him over. If anything it would strike a competition. 

Angel looked at the… Boy? Girl? Person, curiously and took a peek around the room. “Ah, no. You’re about on time. Sit down. I don’t know what skill you are at baking, but I don’t want to start you off too intense the first time you do it–if this is your first time, of course.”

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“Is there anyone else coming?” Angel bluntly asked and looked around the kitchen. Not a soul was to be found except for the baker. Warren had a feeling this was going to be a little awkward and he cleared his throat. “Yeah... First time... baking.”

Kurt was perplexed for a moment. He usually never really thought of his other abilities much. Mostly because they were mostly subconscious and he did them like a second nature. “Um well I can climb and walk on walls, due to my coloring I blend into shadows very good, uhhhh I’m pretty acrobatic. Does that count? Oh! And my tail!” He bamfed to the ceiling to hang off the light by his tail. “It’s very strong and has great dexterity. It’s quite useful when my hands are full.”

He dropped and landed lightly on his feet before climbing up on his bed to sit cross legged. “Worthington? That name sounds familiar but I’m not really sure where I’ve heard it. I’m glad money did not keep you from coming here though. This school is the best place on earth for mutants like us. I can’t imagine what would have happened to me if I never made the choice to be here.”

“That’s pretty cool,” Warren replied watching him move about the room with ease. He knew all about having extra appendages and he almost felt some solace around this mutant. Unlike a lot of the other mutants, they couldn’t easily hide their abilities. “My wings are also fairly strong, I can’t really hang from a ceiling fan with them, but... well... maybe if it was big enough.” Warren lost his train of thought and stared at the lamp before looking back at Kurt.

“Worthington Industries. Multi-billionaire company owned by my father... Who hates mutants and funds research against, but fate sure did him in, right?” Angel gestured to all of himself in a bit of humor to hide the hurt feelings. He had a strange relationship with his father. On one hand, his father thought he was perfect and on the other, he wanted to do experiments on him to turn him normal. 

Kurt heard him from the closet and called out in answer. “It’s teleportation along with some other things.” He struggled with his pant leg and thumped against the wall of the closet trying to gain some leverage. He finally got them on and found a loose yellow t-shirt to wear along with his jeans. He opened the door and stepped out. 

“There that’s a little better.” He held out his hand hesitantly. “I’m, Kurt. Kurt Wagner.” It was incredibly strange that of all the people in the school and all the rooms somehow it was decided that the mutants who reassembled a demon and an angel should room together. It was either fate or someone had the weirdest sense of humor. Either way Warren didn’t seem so bad now that Kurt knew he wasn’t here to smite him down.

“Oh, that’s cool, another movement... type mutant,” Warren had no idea how to classify himself or Kurt. “What are the other things? My powers aren’t really that... Well, I’m basically just a giant bird with enhanced abilities.” There were some mutants that could move mountains and then there were mutants who could just fly around or glow. Luckily, Warren could at least do a few more things besides flying. 

When Kurt introduced himself, Warren shook his hand, “Hello, Kurt, I’m Warren Worthington the third and yes... /that/ Worthington. Not even all the money in the world could stop me being sent here.”