Plush pout tugs upwards at a corner, amusement flickering just so in warm hues. ❝ I know. ❞ she placates, laughter just underlain. Teasing, a test of sorts, gauging reactions, demeanor. Juliette, of course, isn’t one to take any such gift for granted, given she lacks one, entirely. Surrounded by so called superheroes, yes, and in contrast she’s painfully, underwhelmingly, human. ❝ My employer, Tony Stark. He’s been in contact with a friend of yours lately. Charles Xavier ? ❞ comes calm explanation, Juliette leaning forward just so, elbows resting upon glass desk top. ❝ I’m sure you saw the news of the New York invasion ? It brought the Avenger’s initiative to light. ❞ a pause, gaze trained carefully upon the other, seeking to ensure he was following. ❝ Those with abilities … mutations and otherwise, are public spectacles, now. Everything we have on you, someone far less well intentioned does, too. The public’s nervous. They fear what they don’t understand. And mutations like yours, variations of the chromosomal x factor … well, we don’t understand it, either. ❞ she hesitates, now, chewing thoughtfully upon lower lip. ❝ They’ve proposed a collaboration. Charles’s research gives us a brilliant foundation, and with access to Tony’s resources, here … all we need are subjects for observation. ❞ a frown, a pause. ❝ I don’t have a way of saying I want to work with you that doesn’t make you sound like a lab rat, and for that, I’m sorry. But Charles thought you might be more open to the idea than Mr. Summers. ❞
We’ll if there was any link at all, the Professor had be the source or the main contact. Who else, better than the Professor to talk about mutations and their kind as a whole. Sean slowly sat up straight as she started bring up the New York invasion. “ Saw it ------- pretty crazy. Alien’s coming down to earth, “ his fingers fiddling, as if to make notion of that’s what they did but it was complete chaos. Sean wasn’t sure what they’d do but the Professor had told them to remain calm. The Avengers were here for a reason and they pretty much were entrusted with the earth’s safety, after successfully bringing them down. Moving on to the big factor, mutants like himself, it was a little wary that anyone could acquire information on him or anyone for that matter. “ That makes us sound like . . objects more than human beings, “ a hand rose to scratch as his cheek, thinking about her words for a minute or two. He hesitated at first, thinking he might just end up being a lab rat, until the Professor was mentioned once more. So that’s why the Professor told him to go in with an open mind and think of the possibilities that could be build off this research of sorts. “ Well, “ hanging off his words, as he scrunched his eyebrow. His brain just tinkering around before he finally gave light of the idea. “ You don’t have it wrong there, with Alex ------- I mean I trust the Professor so I’ll cooperate. Maybe we can just use the term ‘i scratch your back, you scratch mine’ as the reason. “ So long as it didn’t required a syringe and a scalpel, Sean’s likely to go along with it. “ I just hope you guys bought ear muff’s. “
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