Introduction to the School
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xfactors1407 Graymalkin Lane, Salem Center, Westchester County, NY. Also known as Xavier’s School For Gifted Youngsters.
It was the site of hope for dozens of students built upon the bones of a lonely childhood. Two times the school had been opened. The first attempt had been destroyed by the war and by the patriotism (or recruitment) of students and teachers who felt they were doing what was right. The second attempt would prove to be more successful, run by a headmaster who had regained his own hope.
The school, the home, was no longer a place of loneliness. Instead, there were children almost always on the move, fluttering down from the top floor, walking through walls, or just appearing with a loud Bamf. There were darker things at the school, of course. Nightmares that could boil the walls of a room if left unchecked and homesickness, sometimes for homes that had rejected them. But there were also adults who mentored these children. Pain and heartache may have still been in the house, but so too were companionship and support.
It was an air that the teachers deliberately tried to invoke since many of them hadn’t had it in their own childhoods. They’d had to hide or were hidden or were even persecuted just for being who they were. It was the teachers who had all decided that they would try to make the lives of the children easier than their own.
But that didn’t come without a cost. There were layers beneath the school, layers where some of the students were trained to protect themselves and others and to fight. The world might have seen mutants in a different light after Mystique’s rescue ten years ago, but they’d also seen what Magneto could do. Mutants might have finally been in the light, but they still weren’t always safe and that was where the X-Men came in. Hoping for a better future, but also preparing for a worse one.
And that was really what Xavier’s was: a refuge and a place to forge the next generation of mutants, ones who wouldn’t have to live in the darkness their forefathers had. And it was up to their teachers to make sure they were ready for that future.
It was the site of hope for dozens of students built upon the bones of a lonely childhood. Two times the school had been opened. The first attempt had been destroyed by the war and by the patriotism (or recruitment) of students and teachers who felt they were doing what was right. The second attempt would prove to be more successful, run by a headmaster who had regained his own hope.
The school, the home, was no longer a place of loneliness. Instead, there were children almost always on the move, fluttering down from the top floor, walking through walls, or just appearing with a loud Bamf. There were darker things at the school, of course. Nightmares that could boil the walls of a room if left unchecked and homesickness, sometimes for homes that had rejected them. But there were also adults who mentored these children. Pain and heartache may have still been in the house, but so too were companionship and support.
It was an air that the teachers deliberately tried to invoke since many of them hadn’t had it in their own childhoods. They’d had to hide or were hidden or were even persecuted just for being who they were. It was the teachers who had all decided that they would try to make the lives of the children easier than their own.
But that didn’t come without a cost. There were layers beneath the school, layers where some of the students were trained to protect themselves and others and to fight. The world might have seen mutants in a different light after Mystique’s rescue ten years ago, but they’d also seen what Magneto could do. Mutants might have finally been in the light, but they still weren’t always safe and that was where the X-Men came in. Hoping for a better future, but also preparing for a worse one.
And that was really what Xavier’s was: a refuge and a place to forge the next generation of mutants, ones who wouldn’t have to live in the darkness their forefathers had. And it was up to their teachers to make sure they were ready for that future.
Peter
Date: 2017-01-25 09:51 pm (UTC)He pinched the bridge of his nose as he rested on his crutch. He also knew that he needed to talk to Erik, but he didn't know how to force the words out of his throat. He stubbled his way towards the garden, the greenery always made him think more clearly.
this got away from me, i apologize.
Date: 2017-01-26 12:30 am (UTC)At least he could distract himself with schoolwork and reading.
There was a bench that Kurt had somewhat claimed, considering he took it any chance he had free time to come out to the garden and that was currently where he sat, knees drawn to his chest with his book tucked between his hands. Most days, he was left to his own devices, so as he glanced from the corner of his eye at the sound of approaching footsteps, bewilderment overtook his features at the sight of Peter, shuffling along with his broken leg.
For now, he kept quiet, timidness effectively silencing him, regardless of his urge to greet the other mutant.
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Date: 2017-01-26 03:32 am (UTC)He does want to talk to Peter before he leaves. Peter had reached out to him in Cairo when he'd had no reason to do so, and Erik doesn't know what would have happened if Peter and Raven hadn't done so. So much more that couldn't be fixed, he's sure.
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Date: 2017-01-29 03:55 am (UTC)She wasn't sure whether she'd like him leaving or not, but she was pretty sure that Peter wouldn't be on board at all. So if he had something to say, he'd probably work up the nerve quickly.
She caught up to him as he was hobbling along the path. "How are you holding up?" she asked, nodding at the leg.