#xanus

Ernesto: “It was the week Silas and I moved into the Heights.  I think it was Amphin who insisted we all go out to drinks and we wound up at the Rearing Rapidash.  Xanus, the poor guy, was nervous as a Dearling in there, so I stayed with him since I was only interested in the drinks.”

Xanus: “He’s warm and snuggly.  Terrance has tried to get Tauros to fill in, but his chest hair is too rough for me.  Nesty is like a hot rock that I can cuddle with and his hair is silky smooth!”

Glassie: “It wouldn’t be a fair contest you see...I deal in more of the elemental ice realm, Dennis is of the chemical reformation, and Serapis deals with enchantments and artifacts.  There’s no real way to measure.”

Xanus: “AHEM!  DRUID HERE!  LIFE-FREAKING-MAGIC COMING OUT OF MY HORNS?”

Sylar: “Xanus, can you come to my room to freshen it up?”

     Stamos lead Professor Drasil into the open living room where their Asgardian sat waiting.  While the Professor hadn’t been fully interested in the Mega Blaziken, but once Stamos had mentioned that Braznt believed he was an Asgardian, Soul and Drasil had come to visit.  The Absol gijinka had broken off to use the Height’s various facilities while the Professor went to work.

    Gesturing Braznt to stand up, Professor Drasil does a few tests, before looking to Stamos, “My professional opinion?  He needs separation from those Blazikenite gauntlets. Personal opinion; he needs a Mewtwo upside the head.”

    Braznt glared in anger, “How DARE you insist that I am not Asgardian!  I aided in the defeat of"

    Before he could go on, Stamos cut him off, "Save it Braznt and let the professor do his work...”

    The professor extended his hand, “Either give them here, or I get my Genesect.  Your choice!”

    Begrudgingly, Braznt undid the gauntlets and handed them over, “I may have rebelled against him, but at least Surtr let me wear them always.”

    The professor rolled his eyes, “Suuureee he did.” Taking them, Drasil places them into a lead-lined box.

    Glassie and Serapis had been watching from the dining room table where they had been going over enchantments.  Looking up Glassie spoke up, “Um…Professor Drasil, if you don't believe Braznt isn't Asgardian, how do you explain the magic circle that was left when he arrived?" She gets up and pulls an area rug off a magic circle with nordic runs burnt into the floor. Looking up at the ceiling, she gripes, "Would it kill you Hiemdall to make these things cleanable with a Swiffer?”

    “His aura.” the professor replied. “Especially since the Bifrost typically drills through a ceiling.” he pointed up, where there was no hole.

    Glassie crossed her arms, “I’ve been working with Serapis on this.  As far as we can tell, people don’t just burn Magic Circles into the GROUND!”

    “He’s a Fire-type with an ego. Personally, I was surprised he doesn’t have a small planet orbiting his swelled head.” The professor retorted back

   Braznt gave another dirty look to Drasil, “I am still right here you know.”

    Serapis holds Glassie's shoulders, wincing lightly at the pain, "We'll be in my room discussing-" He looks between them, trying to find words that rode the fence, "-divergent theories."

    As Serapis steered the Sorceress out, Braznt too got up and marched out, clearly upset that not only had his gauntlets been taken, but his pride as an Asgardian had been wounded.

    Moving the rug back over the scorch marks, Stamos looks up at him, “Did ya wanna to talk to Xanus while you’re here?” The professor nodded.  Walking over to an intercom, Stamos called in, "Kendra, can you send Xan up? The professor is here to have a look at him."

    After a few minutes, the Xerneas Druid entered the room, his arms crossed in nervousness, "So you're the Professor that Fectos and Stamos said wanted to...investigate me?" He tilted his head, "Is this like a doctor physical? I'd rather not be turning my head to cough..."

    “Nah, I doon’t have that kind of PHD.” Drasil smiled. “’I’m just here to compare you to the Kalosian Xerneas, see if I can teach u how to control your power.”

    From the roof, Emma's voice could faintly be heard shouting, "STAMOS! Why is the Grim Reaper using our hot tub?"

    The sheriff sighed and started for the stairs, "I should take care of this...not everyone knew you were coming by." He heads up the steps, calling, "Whatever you do, don't zap that water!"

     “I ain’t the reaper!” Soul shouted back. “I hate that stereotype!”

    Xanus looked at the Professor with a bit of relief, "Well...that's reassuring I guess. Where do you want me to start?

    “How about when you discovered your power?” Iggy suggested.

      "Well..." Xanus said taking a seat, "I was raised in Chrom Town, and helped with the local farms. It was when the neighbors noticed I was bringing life back to dried gardens and healing pokemon just with touch. I used my powers to help the town and other locals."

     Iggy wrote in a notebook. “Sounds like the usual signs of Xerneas’ presence.” he commented.

     Biting his lip he went on, "Well, it was going well, but when the Pokken Tournaments started, tourists began coming to Chrom Town, and my gift got out. People were coming from all regions for both the fights as well as my abilities." He pauses, "I...I don't like being the center of attention."

      “Understandable.” Iggy nodded. His research had shown that despite its power, Xerneas was still a skittish deer.

      "Well, when the crowds got too much, I hid in the meadows with the Mareeps. Normally I'd be alone, but somehow, Fectos found me and talked to me like a person, not a miracle." He smiled softly, "He offered me safety in the heights to avoid the hustle and bustle."

      “I see.” Iggy nodded. “How about you and the actual Xerneeas have a chat? I’m sure he could do a better job of teaching you to control your power than I could!”

      Xanus blinks for a few seconds, "Meet him?" he was surprised at this, "Um...I guess so. I can't see what could go wrong."

      Iggy nodded. “He stops by my lab in Rustboro occasionally.”

      Xanus nodded, "Okay...but would I have to go back to Rustboro with you to wait?"