dagny

The first thing Beck noticed about the woman she’d bumped into was that she was tall – the second thing was the muscles, and the third all the scars that littered her body. For a good few seconds her eyes didn’t lift to the face that those features belonged to, and it probably looked a little bit like she was staring at the woman’s breasts (she wasn’t – maybe only for a second or two). “Uh, Dagny looks… fine.” Beck nodded, eventually looking up at the woman, who she assumed was Dagny. The accent that came out of her served as something of a surprise, and the more Beck looked at her and listened to her talk, the more interested she became in her. “Thanks for the advice. I’ll keep it in mind.” A smile grew across her face then, and she realized she was still stood slightly too close to the blonde and took a step backwards. “Yeah, well, I just got here last night. Literally. About two in the morning or something I arrived.” Beck nodded, rustling around in her pockets then for a packet of cigarettes and a lighter. “I’m Beck. And you’re Dagny, right? You a teacher here or… a mature student?” 

Dagny waited for the other woman’s gaze to lift. Having lived outside of Hollental for gone a year now, she’d grown accustomed to people staring at her during the first few seconds of them meeting. She watched the woman’s eyes travel, though took a moment to glance back over her shoulder towards the field, where she noticed Zoe eyeballing the two of them. Dagny gave her a wave before turning back to the woman she spoke to, a hand coming to rub idly over her stomach. “Yes, Dagny thinks that Dagny looks fine too.” A large grin slipped across her face, and her brows briefly lifted. With the blonde, it was impossible to tell whether she was being suggestive or not. Perhaps the truth of it was that Dagny was always being suggestive. She nodded at the other woman’s next words, large grin growing slightly smaller the more she listened, blue eyes remaining trained to a new face. “Beck.” Dagny repeated the name, then nodded a second time in response to her own. “Hm -- sort of teacher. Dagny... I was brought here to teach these to fight.” And by these she meant the students, of course. “But Dagny was not officially made teacher.” She squinted, trying to figure out whether her new acquaintance was either a teacher or a mature student. Lifting a long finger, she pointed it. “Mature student?”

So, a human walks into a school for mutants. Sounds like the start of a bad joke. Beck had arrived at Morgana Academy in the middle of the night, after deciding that stopping and staying in any of the dingy motels along the highway wasn’t really worth it, especially when she was so close to her destination. The decision to go to Morgana had been a spur-of-the-moment one that stemmed from a post card she’d received from Alix, and if Beck was honest, her reasons were mostly selfish. For a while she’d felt like she was stagnating. Working the same bar every night, meeting the same kinds of people, going home to the same apartment and doing little with herself until it was time to go to work again. Nothing was fun anymore, and after getting the postcard from her friend, she’d decided a change of scenery was exactly what she needed. 

Technically, Dagny fell under faculty, not student, meaning that when it came to the academy’s annual sports day, she wasn’t allowed to take part in any of the races. Having to stand on the sidelines and watch was, for her, more than a little frustrating. Although a lot tamer, it was events like these that really reminded her of home, with all of the cheering and adrenaline. Hollental’s competitions (so to speak) unquestionably held a different air about them to Morgana’s, there was still reservation in people’s excitement here; they didn’t let go as much as Hollental’s people did, but everyone was still having fun, and the energy was near enough the same. It left Dagny itching. She hadn’t sat down since arriving a couple of hours ago, and her pacing back and forth had increased, as had the frown marring her brows deepened further. At least she would get to take part in the later races, wherein she could compete against the staff.