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WHO: Charles Xavier (

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WHERE: Xavier Institute
WHEN: Mid-day, Powers Training.
WARNINGS: None!
SUMMARY: Daria is enrolled in Charles' Powers Training class at the Institute, and Charles offers to help her discover her powers.
FORMAT: Anything goes; prose to start.

It was a part of Charles' curriculum and practise to attempt to decipher the Porter-granted skills of his students when they were brought into his class, and this new student would be no exception. While in some cases it could be entirely obvious, others were much more subdued -- after all, when a student was unaware of their own new abilities, their minds were not entirely able to divulge those secrets as it was not conscious of them either. Charles had spent quite a bit of his time perfecting the capability, though it was by no means immaculate and certainly not definitive. He would usually request for his new students to come to class about ten minutes early, to give him an open window of opportunity without having to find activities for his entire class.

It was in that ten minutes that Charles was waiting patiently at his desk for the arrival of his anticipated student. He was preparing an additional syllabus and a few of the week's assignments in advance, but lifted his head each time he heard a sound in anticipation of being as polite as possible -- even if listening for minds would have been more effective.

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[Daria arrives on time. She's not exactly thrilled that she has to go back to school already, but there's really no other option if she's going to be stuck here for a while. It's better than a job, at any rate, and she supposed that an education here could be slightly more preferable to Lawndale. Most places are preferable to Lawndale, especially since she hadn't heard the word "Kevin" or "Brittany" since she got here.

Part of her feels she should at least be pleasant to this guy that's supposed to be helping her with powers she was fairly sure she didn't have, but another part of her just wanted to hope that ignoring him would just make it work faster.

She knocks on the door, trying to at least not make herself look like an idiot.]

[ Charles is quick to get up and answer the door. He smiles politely when he sees her, bows his head once in greeting. ] You must be Daria. Welcome to Powers Training.

[ He's wearing an expression that betrays his appreciation that she's arrived on time. It's not entirely often that his students arrive on time when they're new -- sometimes they don't arrive at all, in which case he finds himself having to wrestle with another handful of school-hating students. It doesn't bother him entirely. Not as much as it had at first, really; now it was only something to keep him busy. Arguments with teenagers.

It did not help that he was only slightly older than them himself, but he hoped that he at least presented himself with a bit more maturity. ] Thank you for arriving on time. I suppose you're already aware that when you're brought here, you're given a sort of power?

I'm here to help you find out what that is. Ah, and learn to control it.

[Daria half murmurs something in response to the welcome, but it trails off before it can sound anything like an actual sentence. Standing by the door, her eyes shift backwards and forwards fairly regularly.]

I think you should know that I have no idea what my power even is. If I have one, that is.

[ Charles is still beaming, at least slightly. He shrugs at that and nods in a knowing manner. Her demeanor clearly doesn't deter him at all, and instead it's as though he's enthusiastic on her part. ]

That's no surprise, really! I've run into the case often. Ah, there are quite a few students who arrive without knowledge of it -- just your presence here lets me know that, yes, you certainly must have one.

[ Charles stops messing about with his papers on his desk then and straightens up, slides a hand into his pocket. He gestures once at his temple, then he's smiling. It's almost smug, in a "young dude who probably needs to be put in his place" sort of way. ] It goes without saying that I've a power of my own. I can read minds.

--Do you mind?

[Daria is a little put off by that smirk of his, but he still seems friendly enough and helpful. She can forgive smugness. But at the last question sets her off her mental track.]

Is it necessary to read my mind? I think I have a doctor's note that excludes me from it.

[ That definitely catches Charles off-guard at first. Then he's narrowing his eyes, raising an eyebrow. She's kidding, right? He steels himself and wonders how he ought to respond; wonders if he should let on that he's been caught off-guard. ]

Well, I -- suppose not entirely, but I'm not going to be of much help without it, am I?

How should I know? I've never done this before.

[She's sounding a little bit annoyed here, trying to defend herself a little.]

[ Yeah, okay, that's pretty true. Charles hangs his head for a second, knowing he should have realised this. Then he's up again, and he crosses his arms over his own chest. He's still regarding her with raised brows. ]

You're entirely right. There's a chance I can try to pick up on your abilities, just by -- rummaging about in your mind for a bit. Painless, really.

I don't care if it's painless. I'd just rather not have a stranger invading my mind, especially if I can't control it.

Understandable. [ Charles shifts his weight then and drops his hand from his temple, crossing his arms again. ] I can forgo it, for now; though it is certainly in your best interest -- ah, for the future.

[ Charles raises his brows as though he's completely certain of this, before he turns around and retrieves the small stack of papers he's prepared. ] Instead, we can turn to this. Your syllabus.

[Daria feels a little awkward now for dismissing him so quickly, but she decides to stick to her principles and take a look at the papers.]

What sort of things am I supposed to be studying here?

[ Charles looks satisfied that she's not as dismissive with the little stack he's made, and a look of triumph quickly flashes over his face. He can never tell for sure what sort of student he's dealing with from the very beginning, and he'd been becoming increasingly worried about her as they continued on. But now, he seemed pleased. ]

My course is for powers training, specifically. Even if you're unaware of the powers that you possess, it is possible through the course to attempt to discover it -- with classmates' and my own help, of course. We, ah, we work as a team to improve upon and enhance our skills. Ones that we came into the City with originally, as well as ones given to us upon entry.

Hm.

[She's still flicking through the papers a bit before she looks back up at him.]

And the other classmates are people who were moved here too, I suppose.

[ Charles nods, his expression never changing. ] Yes.

Ah, yes. A combination of both, really. There are students who came here with skills and -- powers, as it were, -- from their own homes. As well as the ones that were given to them by the Porter.

It is a mix, really. Though I've not noticed much of a difference, between those who acquired the skills genetically and those who acquired them by other means.

So, essentially, this is a super powered gym class.

[Can you feel the lack of enthusiasm oozing out of the word 'gym'?]

[ Charles really can't help but laugh, though he tries to catch himself before she can assume that it's directed at her. He stops himself, clears his throat. ]

Yes. Ah, yes, it's something like that. But it's much more interesting than what you're used to, I can assure you of that.

[Daria isn't really used to people laughing at all, so she just stares at another wall until he begins to talk again.]

As long as it doesn't involve pom-poms, I'll survive.

[ Clearing his throat, Charles straightens himself up again and gestures toward the seats in the class. Not often used seats, but seats nonetheless. ]

It most certainly does not, so I am glad for your continued existence. Now, do you have any questions? Class is going to begin soon, and I should hope to ensure you'll be on track.

[Daria takes another look at the stack of papers, just to check she doesn't have anything more to complain about.]

I don't think so. I'd like to find out my powers before something dangerous happens, anyway.

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