Introductions [Aegis, Pixie, Closed]

[Jared Corbo]

Jared had just enrolled in Xavier’s Institute for the Gifted Youngsters. His heart pounded out of excitement the whole time, Kitty Pryde gave him the good old grand tour of the mansion. What a little hottie. He loved gazing at someone so radiant and beautiful; who welcomed him with open arms, and treated Jared like family the first time she saw him. It was amazing, and really filled Jared’s tough heart up with happiness. He knew coming down all the way from Canada and joining a mutant school was the right thing to do. Jared felt like his luck streak was turning around. He felt like his life was about to change for the better. No more being a lone, and he hopefully would think less of his younger brother, who he left behind.

The curly brown-haired orphan was told to visit the medical lab for a number of evaluations before officially settling into the school. After he was done with his tour with Kitty and immediately headed off to the medical lab. As he made his way through the halls, students and teachers passed by him conversing with each other in their own little groups. At this point Radius felt like an outcast, not knowing anyone. But he was sure to grow out of that quickly once he was settled in. His brown eyes continued to look around, examining the school. Everything was so… in order, clean, and magnificent looking. He has never been in a place this extravagant before in his life. He felt honored to be able to live in a place like this. An orphan ending up in a place like this… The feeling would feel so much better if his brother, Adrian Corbo, was with him now; by his side.

He reached an elevated that led down to the Lower Levels. It was where the Med Lab was. The mansion was enormous, but Jared’s intelligence helped him to learn his way around much quicker. Jared emerged himself into the elevator. His fingers searched the buttons on the wall, finding the ‘Lower Levels’ one, he pressed it. The elevator door shut, and it fell gently to the button of the school. The elevator door opened, and he stepped out, ending up in the Lower Levels. His big brown eyes widened as he gazed around the place. He liked this area of the school the best, no doubt. It was amazingly cool, all the shiny reflective silvery surfaces, which the walls were made out of.

“Cool!” He couldn’t resist to speak out loud; the voice just sort of leaped out of his mouth because of all the excitement.

A wide toothy smile appeared across his face as he continued to make his way to the Med Lab. It was a lot more inaudible on the bottom floor, than on the upper floors. Finally arriving there, he stood in front of the closed door. He tried to open it, but it was locked. He raised an eyebrow as he found a doorbell type device. Everything was so high-tech than he was used to seeing back at the orphanage. He clicked it and a buzzer sound went off. Hearing the ear-splitting sound caused him to step back a bit. He stood there dazed, waiting for a response.

[Megan Gwynn]

Cutting through the otherwise peaceful air of the lower levels, Megan Gwynn's sneakers squeaked each time they made contact with the clean, almost sterile floor. She may or may not have been late due to actions out of her control, aka some type of water related incident in the kitchen, which she dutifully would deny having any involvement, or she may or may not have been late due to the fact that the lower levels of the mansion were so large and complex she had gotten lost. Then again, it could have just been a mixture of the two.

With both her pre-torn jeans and yellow Aeropostale hoodie speckled with water spots, she took a glance behind as she had come to yet another seemingly dead end. Her sneakers had been leaving water marks. Shit. Hopefully they'd evaporate before anyone else came down this way. Her worst fear would be seeing one of the older members down here. She didn't want to embarrass herself in front of maybe Scott, or even perhaps Angel.

Then again, it could be worse than running into a crush while sopping wet, she could have run into that guy with the claws. He, Pixie thought, was quite unpleasant, just getting a look at him made her uncomfortable.

Running down another hallway before someone could fallow her tracks to her, she passed a few people that gave her an odd look as she ran past.. She was, eventually stopped by an authority figure, telling her to slow down before she crashed into something valuable. Giving a polite nod she smiled, only to start running again as soon as she rounded the corner. Where in god's green earth could that Medical lab be?

Running past a boy with particularly curly hair, she took a glance at the door he was standing at. Could that have been it? Stopping her feet, only to continue her momentum with the slick bottoms of her sneakers, she waited until she came to a complete stop while keeping her balance before jogging back to the boy. "Hey! Is this the Medical Lab?" she asked before looking at the number of the room. It matched what she had gotten in her E-mail, that is if she was remembering it right. Had she really been so late that it was someone else's appointment? Looking down at her empty wrist, she had completely forgot that she had taken her watch off for the impromptu student gathering in the kitchen involving a few gallons of water from the sink's sprayer. "Uhm, well, we can pretend I'm not late?" she said now with a smile, looking back up at the boy. Stranger or not, he definitely didn't look much older than she was, no need to try and behave herself, right?

Pixie always just seemed to click, especially if the person was her own age and not bulked up 27 year old, which there seemed to be plenty running around the mansion. She could swear they were all models at some point. The guy she was now standing comfortably next to wasn't even close to being a 6'4 jock. He was like the kids she knew in high school. That was a good start "So! You here to see uhm.. " Pulling out a somewhat soggy piece of paper from carefully her pocket, she tried to read what the name was next to the other information she had printed off. "Mr.. Ms.. Uhm.." Squinting a bit to try and read the running ink, she eventually shrugged her shoulders and looked back up at him. "The Doc?"

[Jared Corbo]

Jared just stood there with his big brown eyes staring at the shiny metal door in front of him. Kitty Pryde had told him that a doctor Cecilia Reyes would be the one to give you the evaluations. What the hell could be taking her so long to answer the dam door. Jared wasn’t a very patient teenager. But he wasn’t going to go bashing through the doors; he could, but wouldn’t. He still had to make a good impression or else the enormous extravagant mutant school wouldn’t want him. He felt he was lucky they even accepted him with open arms being a no good dirty rotten orphan.

Radius pressed the doorbell type of device a few more times, setting off the loud buzzing noise.

Then out of the blue in the silent halls of the Lower Levels someone came running past me. He felt some wind hit him as she passed. She then jogged back to him. Jared turned to see what kind of maniac would be running like that. He turned to get a look of who it was, and saw a tiny pink-haired girl. He stared at her for a few seconds, examining her. He noticed a pair of fairy-like wings. Jared started to feel at home seeing all kinds of mutants similar to him. Seeing the just reassured himself; that he was going to like his stay here at Xavier’s.

"Hey! Is this the Medical Lab? Uhm, well, we can pretend I'm not late?"

He then put on a warm smile. Jared found this girl very attractive for some reason. She seemed to be a very lively energetic person. The curly brown-haired boy had never seen a being on Earth like this before. The tough sixteen year old admired her for it. For some reason Jared’s sensitive side of his heart opens up to girls a lot quicker than it does for males.

“Yeah, well I think it is… I’m new here.” He had on a wide toothy smile. Even though the girl who was much shorter than Jared, she looked to be around his age. He was in need of some friends; hopefully she could be one of them. At the moment he was very open to making friendships, but once settled in, he would return to his normal tough habits. He never even had any real friends. The only one he could trust was his younger brother. So he doesn’t know what it is like to have them.

"So! You here to see uhm… Mr..Ms.. Uhm.. The Doc?”

He let out a few soft chuckles. “Yeah, you too, huh?” This fairy girl had a lively sense of humor. Jared found it really attractive. So far at the mansion Jared hasn’t even picked a fight with anyone yet. Probably because the only people he met were friendly girls. But you just wait, once Jared begins meeting some arrogant males, it’s gonna’ be fun! “If you ask me this whole evaluation crap is stupid. I mean, come on, can't we do it tomorrow? I’m so tired, I just want to get settled in and relax!” Jared let out a sigh, and knocked on the metal door, and pressed the doorbell a few more times, causing the buzzing to go off again. “What the hell is taking her so long?”

He looked back at the energetic pink-haired girl, “So.. I’m Jared.” A wide toothy smile came across his face and he stretched his arm out for a handshake.

[Dr. Cecilia Reyes]

[[NOTE: A cure had been found in Wolverine & Feral's blood. Cecilia is here citing a universal anti-body to forever end the threat of this virus. ]]

It had been six grueling months and then some and Cecilia Reyes still did not have a cure for the virus. It seemed to have simply vanished off the face of the planet, as no recent sightings of infected individuals had turned up in the medical logs. Truth be told, Cecilia was not sold on this outcome and continued work feverishly ever since down in the medicinal laboratory of the Xavier Institute. She felt it was her duty, her cause, and her purpose in this world – she could finally do something important for people. Fusing her knowledge of physiology and the work of Henry McCoy’s genetics; Cecilia was a prime candidate for possibly being able to find the cure, but was still meeting a brick wall day in and day out ever since. They said it was beat, they said it was gone – extinguished… but Cecilia never believed the government. After all, her brother – he was the government and he’d as quickly have her rounded up like the rest of her kind.

And so as many before her, Cecilia had made the Medical Lab her new home. She only left this area to go to sleep, to feed, to bathe, and if the X-Men needed her to. Cecilia didn’t teach, but she was also more than well aware of the recent influx of students onto the campus as well. It seemed as if the mutant community at the mansion had finally begun to heal from what had occurred in District X and now they were once more opening their doors to children and teenagers that desperately needed the guiding hand of Emma Frost and her X-Men. The days of Charles Xavier and Jean Grey were far from over, and the tight ship that Frost and Summers ran was quite remarkable, and despite her personal feelings for Emma, Cecilia had taken the charge heavily.

Dr. Cecilia Reyes had jokingly begun referring to herself as the welcome wagon. All new teaching personnel and students had to report to her for a mandatory physical and power evaluation before continuing about their enrollment within the mansion and its other activities. Although each mutant more than likely had an idea what they were capable of, Cecilia, through the work of Henry McCoy; was more than skilled in diving into their mutation and finding out small quirks, limitations and extremities that it would have taken them a life time to ever devise or figure out. The magic of science is how Cecilia referred to it; but it was far from being magic. Nothing in life was mystical or pre-determined for Cecilia, destiny was what you make of it and her cynical outlook on life was one of the few reasons she particularly disliked her recent role with the disappearance of her assistant Maria Callasantos leaving her the only person to fulfill it.

Students did not need to deal with Cecilia’s outlook on life, or her sharp tongue. In fact, she had hoped half of the time that Emma Frost would find someone else to handle the bitch work of the medical lab and leave Cecilia to her very important task of manipulating the strands of the Chrimea Virus she held in her position. Aegis had a terrible feeling, an omen of sorts that some day this virus would rear its ugly head once more when the mutant community was least expecting it. As a result, Cecilia was already planning far in advance for that day to come and was manipulating the strain of the virus into many other isotopes of the chemical compound and figuring out ways it, the virus, could evolve to harm mutant kind some more. Through her studies, Cecilia had been able to manipulate it how to affect humans, animals, and bacteria – but there was still no way for her to find an ultimate anti-body against the virus as the government had claimed it had.

”Day one hundred and twenty-six, Reyes, Cecilia. So this afternoon all I have been able to come across thus far is the same continual outcome when isotopes are manipulated to function A. This result causes the virus to mutate from affecting only those with the X-Gene into only affecting those sans the X-Gene; homo-sapiens. Homo-superior does not receive the virus when the isotope is manipulated. Furthermore ---“ Before Cecilia could continue with her evaluation into the hand-held black recorder that she held in her left hand, a loud buzz ripped through the Medical Lab. It was obviously that time again – Emma had probably sent her more students and Dr. Reyes probably ignored her emails of warning from the Headmistress further. This was getting aggravating.

”Shit.” She muttered, turning off the recorder and putting it down before exiting the chemical lab and tightly sealing the door that housed the many strains of the Chrimea Virus.

The buzzing then continued as Cecilia moved across the medical lab which was attached to Maria’s office, her own office, and the patient waiting room. Wearing a notable medical lab coat which was left open over a black knee-length skirt and black blouse, Cecilia swiftly moved across the room before setting her glasses down on the counting and pulling the pony-tail out of her hair to allow her black tresses to fall softly against her clothing. Little did Jared and Megan know, but every time the buzzer is run a small intercom transmission begins and the monitor above the door showed those behind it in grey-scale. Since the recent assault on District X, Cecilia asked for the improvisions for her own safety due to the nature of the research which was house in the medical lab. Listening to the two for a quick second, a sly smirk cracked across her face and she opened the titanium-bound door.

As the door opened, a winged girl whom Cecilia was not aware of stood adjacent to a teenage boy, the one who seemed to protest the entire minute it took her to get to the front of the lab from the moment he rang the buzzer.

”I apologize; I was just ensuring mutant-kind’s safety from chemical warfare. Next time I’ll remember to drop the test tube every time some teenage wannabe-X-Man uses their telekinesis to mess with my buzzer.” She said, tongue-in-cheek with a whimsical smile as the door opened full to reveal the normally kind-natured but clearly perturbed doctor behind it. Any other month, any other year, and Cecilia would be a doll but as of lately she was simply being run dry by lacking the help she required and simply obsessing over the virus.

”I am Dr. Cecilia Reyes, and if you two will come on in I’ll get this over as quick as I can – for the better of all of us. Here, put these on.” Cecilia stated, grabbing two metal bracelets off the hook next to the entrance and holding her hand out with one for both of them.

[Megan Gwynn]

So, the boy was new too. That was just grand. Both in the same boat and both about to go through something she could only classify as a necessary evil, perhaps it would be one of those bonding experiences? Then again, Megan found herself somewhat excited to meet with the doctor. The E-mail had said, what? Power assessment? That sounded a bit fun to her. It was like she was a part of a video game, or perhaps one of those complicated Pokemon things. What could she bring to the table other than a cheerful personality?

Megan hadn't exactly tried to fly too often with her wings, how they kept her body up at all was beyond her, insects had exoskeletons, not heavy bones and muscles for walking and fighting gravity. Not, that Megan was exceptionally big either, not yet at least. She'd always hope in the back of her mind she'd grow a good four or five more inches, something go get her past the 4'11 she was currently stuck at.

“If you ask me this whole evaluation crap is stupid. I mean, come on, can't we do it tomorrow? I’m so tired, I just want to get settled in and relax!”

Blinking up at him slowly, she shrugged a bit. "I don't know, I think it sounds like a bit of fun. I mean, well... I dunno I'm kind of new at this too, but I'm still excited!" Holding her hands in front of her she looked back at the door, not feeling the need to also knock or press the button. He seemed to be doing enough of that as it was.

“What the hell is taking her so long?”

As her attention got pulled back to him, she wasn't trying to be rude or anything by not striking up much of a conversation, she just assumed that the doctor would come by soon and invite them in. How long had the boy been standing there? Maybe the doctor wasn't in, or was running late just like herself. She doubted the faculty members of the school were immune to the things that kept people running late.

She was about to voice her opinions on giving the doc a bit of a break and shake his hand while giving her name in return when the door suddenly opened. Looking up in front of her at who she assumed was the doctor, the smile instantly came flooding back to her face. It was easily understandable that she wouldn't just drop everything she was doing to see some new students. Kids in her generation needed to be more patient about things, it would definitely make them more likable. Megan herself had been practicing that technique for years. The only way she found anyone disliked her is if they truly did not click, the way she and the teacher with claws, if he even was a teacher seemed to be.

”I apologize; I was just ensuring mutant-kind’s safety from chemical warfare. Next time I’ll remember to drop the test tube every time some teenage wannabe-X-Man uses their telekinesis to mess with my buzzer.... ...I am Dr. Cecilia Reyes, and if you two will come on in I’ll get this over as quick as I can – for the better of all of us. Here, put these on.”” [/color]

"Thats okay Doctor Reyes." Pixie said before Jared would have much of a chance to voice otherwise. Watching the metal bracelets she wondered what the heck they were for. Everything in this school, this mutant life seemed to be more technological than she could keep up with. Holding her wrist up, she didn't care if she didn't know what it was, the Doctor was giving it to her, surely it could be trusted, but she couldn't be trusted with it. She was somewhat scared that if she touched it the wrong way, it'd break and she'd be to blame for some expensive gadget loss. "What are those for?" She asked, keeping the annoying five year old tone out of her voice. She was just honestly curious about what she was about to wear and why they were necessary.

[Jared Corbo]

"I don't know, I think it sounds like a bit of fun. I mean, well... I dunno I'm kind of new at this too, but I'm still excited!"

Jared took his hand off the buzzer, which was located on the right side of the medical lab front door. His big brown eyes shot back at the tiny pink-haired girl with a smirk. He replied, “Okay, whatever you say, half-pint.” Jared let off a flirtatious wink to her, with a wide toothy smile. Bodily motions were the only thing that worked with Jared’s lacking flirtatious ability, by social means. Any time he would try to speak to a pretty girl, he would end up embarrassing himself. He already had performed a stunt like that in front of Kitty Pryde, he wasn’t going to go through that again. No way, no how.

”I apologize; I was just ensuring mutant-kind’s safety from chemical warfare. Next time I’ll remember to drop the test tube every time some teenage wannabe-X-Man uses their telekinesis to mess with my buzzer.... ...I am Dr. Cecilia Reyes, and if you two will come on in I’ll get this over as quick as I can – for the better of all of us. Here, put these on.”

The tough teenage orphan stepped into the Med Lab; his eyes gazed around the room.

Jared was expecting to see a shriveled up old hag behind a pair of dorky glasses, as the doctor of the Institute, but instead while the female doctor was not half bad looking. When she made that wise-ass comment, Jared’s smile faded and just rolled his eyes. Jared found wise-cracks like that coming from adults not the least bit amusing. He’s rather socialize with people around his age. Radius raised an eyebrow as he saw the high-tech metal bracelets. Now what the hell was this for? Jared stared at the gadget and hesitated before he picked it up. For a moment he became paranoid about this whole concept. Jared doesn’t trust anyone because of his dark experiences in the past. He wasn’t going to strap it on his wrist until he knew what it was for, that was certain.

"What are those for?"

Jared nodded in agreement, and restrained himself like a dog in a muzzle about saying anything negative. Numerous amount of pessimistic thoughts ran through his mind. Jared held the bracelet firmly in the grasp of his hand, as he spoke to Cecilia. “So, what are we gonna’ do, Doc?” He could sense the doctor was in a rush too by what she said and her actions, which was a good thing. Jared wanted this evaluation over with as soon as possible. He just desired some food and rest! Plus, the heads of the school promised to supply Jared with a new wardrobe and other needed supplies. Since he came with nothing He was pretty ecstatic about that. Now he doesn’t have to harm people and steal for the necessities in life. It’s given to him.

[Dr. Cecilia Reyes]

Smiling at the upbeat and chirpy voice of Megan Gwynn, the newest girl to cross Cecilia’s path she had already made an assumption of what a darling young girl this must be. Noticing the obvious physical mutation, Cecilia was both awed and surprised. Megan had such beautiful wings, yet they were more insectoid than they were avian, yet at the same time – they were neither. In fact, her wings seemed almost fantasy-oriented, like that of a pixie or demigoddess. In fact, even Tinkerbelle came to mind, and how much Cecilia had hoped the girl’s code name was entirely unrelated – if it wasn’t, she doubted she could have even kept a straight face when she would find out.

"The bracelet,” she said, in response to Pixie’s question, “It’s a conduit to test for psionic energy or energy residues surrounding your person. There are four classifications I made for mutants. Pure energy-related ones, psionic-related ones, physical related ones, and what I call beta-physical mutants, or well.. people who have strict physical mutations with no enhancing qualities. A person who has wings, but cannot fly, or horns that cannot be used for any measure of effect. Although if you saw my own mutation you would believe it to be energy-related; it’s truly psionic in nature. It is fueled from my own will power, and mental power. I have an enhanced psionic receptor in my brain to relegate my mutation, whereas if it were energy-formatted I would not. So if you two would kindly place them on, I can easily register what classification of mutant you are and then we can break your powers down.”

As she concluded her monologue related to the bracelets, Cecilia’s hit two buttons on her computer which was attached to the wall and it brought up two new profiles, one with a female designation and the other with a male. She then waved her hand over towards two scales, “Please, when you get a moment, take off your shoes and step on the scale. It will automatically electronically register your weight, height, abnormal body processes, blood pressure, body-mass index, and other typical physical situations.” She informed them, and then realizing she didn’t even know their names. “Oh, and if you would, first name and last name please – and to not be so professional, throw me your code name while you’re at it. Don’t be coy, we all have one. I even call myself Aegis when I don the leather outfit and play Captain America with Nightcrawler.” She chuckled, once more, with a joke suited to herself and probably not for them.

“As for what we’re going to do, Sir,” she said, facing Jared; “I am here with the sole purpose of helping you teenagers understand what exactly a type of gift you have been imbued with. You may think you can simply fly – I can explain why, tell you your limitations, and what else you may be capable of. You think you’re supernaturally strong; I tell you how strong, and why, or how. You think you’re a telepath? What if you’re an empath? You think you’re a telekinetic – what if you’re a psychokinetic? Psychometrc? Perhaps not. And so forth. You can honestly thank Hank McCoy, he’s the guru on this sort of study, I’m just the unfortunate protégé.” She commented, returning to the computer as she awaited them to step on the scale and inform her of their names and codenames.

“Besides, once we get this squared of, I can figure out where to recommend Ms. Frost place you amongst her band of costumed kids under the age of sixteen. That’s right, boys and girls, even you can stop a bank robbery.” Cecilia muttered, rolling her eyes at the idea of the informational school for mutants really being a breeding ground for people just like the X-Men.

[Megan Gwynn]

Half-pint? Half-Pint?! Megan was in fact, a full pint. No, even more than that, Megan could be classified as an entire gallon. Yes, she was a gallon, Jared.. was an ounce... No not even an ounce perhaps.. what ever came before an ounce? Maybe just a drop... no, that didn't sound right, she should probably just stick to ounce. "...Yes.. whatever I say! ..Ounce" saying it with a bit of confusion and furrowed brows, she didn't honestly care what he called her, as long as it wasn't Strawberry short cake, or anything like that.

As she got the bracelet on, more around the middle of her forearm that her wrist she held it out in front of her at chest height, afraid to touch it again as if that would disrupt it's information gathering. Megan wondered if the doctor had made them herself, she did seem to be incredibly smart, someone easy to respect and look up to and pretty on the eyes to boot! She did certainly seem to have it all going for her.

As Dr. Reyes continued to describe her four classifications along wiht her own ability, Megan would fully admit to being a bit lost. Staring at the older woman with interest, she wanted to know what she was talking about, what type of power she had, it was all just out of her grasp. Being new to this mutant world sure did seem to have its disadvantages, but then again, would any of the other students really absorb what they were being given?

Looking back at the bracelet before letting her arm fall down to the side, she decided she wanted to go first. Who wouldn't want to know this stuff? Honestly, Jared was just being a spoil sport by not enjoying the learning process.

Taking a moment to just blink at the doctor as she stated that she could very well be a part of some costumed superhero group. Megan couldn't even stop a sneeze let alone anyone else that would have an ability. Heck, she couldn't even fly properly, not without crashing into something most likely valuable.

Pushing down the heels of her pink and white shoes, she easily slipped the size fives off and left them in a neat pile off to the side. Scrunching her nose a bit at the scale before stepping up onto it, none of the measurements Dr. Reyes had listed off sounded even remotely fun. Height and weight were always a bit of a sore subject with her, and probably any other female, but throwing in body-mass index was just icing on that rotten cake.

"Megan Gwynn, one G in the Megan and a G-W-Y-N-N for the Gwynn, uuuhm.. We get to pick the code names right? I haven't really had that conversation with the head of house, so-to-speak. I do hope Pixie isn't taken," she said with a bit of a frown while waiting for the scale to spit out her life story.

Glancing down at the pastel yellow socks as her toes peeked out from underneath her jeans, she bit her lip nervously. It was out of character for Megan to feel awkward just asking a question, but with Jared there she didn't really want to look stupid. "Dr. Reyes... uhm, do you uh.. have any office hours?" Hoping at that particular moment she didn't ask why, maybe it would have been a better idea to wait until after the evaluations to ask. Sometimes Megan just couldn't understand why she didn't think things through.

[Jared Corbo]

Jared chuckled as he saw Pixie getting all frustrated and worked up about him calling her a half-pint. It wasn’t even that big of a deal. "...Yes.. whatever I say! ..Ounce," Pixie had told him. Jared raised an eyebrow over this, registering the word, ounce, into his mind. Jared just stood there completely dazed. Why the hell would a girl say ounce? How random. Then the meaning of what she said had clicked with his head. “Ounce? I wouldn’t be talking half-pint. Want me to go get the measuring tape?” Jared bickered on at her, with a smirk. He was about to start a childish ad immature fight, but as the doctor had opened her door to the two of them, he shut his mouth.

Jared held the bracelet in his hands with a firm grasp. He listened to Cecilia explain what it was used for. Holy shit. It can do all of that with just one simple bracelet? Jared wasn’t used to high-tech technology since he had grown up in a poor orphanage. When he saw Pixie put on her bracelet, Jared immediately slipped on his as well. As the female doctor continued to explain a multitude of scientific classifications, basically she had given a science lesson, Jared was completely lost. His big brown eyes had widened and his mouth was slightly open. He tried to absorb all the knowledge she was conversing with us, but it was extremely difficult. Jared just couldn’t understand.

Jared’s attention then was placed on the scale she was now explaining. Even more high-tech! God dammit. It was all so amazing. Jared was beginning to feel a bit intrigued about this whole evaluation. It seemed a lot less boring than he had thought it would be. It was definitely not a waste of time to know all of these things about yourself. Jared has always wondered what exactly his powers were, and what they were capable of. He hoped he would be told, he has potential to turn off his ability off. That is mainly why he was intrigued about this evaluation.

Jared, right behind Pixie, walked over to the two scales. He slipped off his sneakers which had the distinctive ‘adidas’ logo on it. He then stepped onto the scale, looking up at the ceiling. He was still quite confused about this whole thing. How can one scale automatically electronically register your weight, height, abnormal body processes, blood pressure, body-mass index, and other typical physical situations. It was just so out of the ordinary. Of course mutants are out o the ordinary, so it is possible. He looked over at Pixie, who stood on the scale beside him. He put on a warm smile, as he began examining her physique from a side view. After checking the tiny pink-haired girl out, he faced forward and held his head erect.

“Oh, and if you would, first name and last name please – and to not be so professional, throw me your code name while you’re at it. Don’t be coy, we all have one. I even call myself Aegis when I don the leather outfit and play Captain America with Nightcrawler.”

The name Radius immediately appeared in Jared’s head. At the Hull House orphanage when he was used as a Department H recruitment center, the agency had given him the codename, Radius. Jared couldn’t think of any other clever name, so he would have to go with his old one. “I’ll take Radius,” he said without hesitating or giving it a second thought. “… And my name is Jared Corbo. C-O-R-B-O,” he annunciated it clearly, making sure the doctor would record his information correctly. He looked over at Pixie with a smirk. She had chosen Pixie. Jared just had to let out a few soft chuckles. It was a pretty comical codename. Pixie. It just lacked strength and seriousness. “Pixie?” He muttered to himself, with a wide toothy smile. It was a codename Jared could tease her about throughout his stay at the Institute. Seeing as they were both new students, Jared figured he would be spotting her around a lot.

The cocky orphan stood on the scale. Curious, his eyes continued to shoot across the room, looking for unique equipment to ask about. He waited for the doctor to order him off the scale. At this point in time, Jared was not tired at all now, being so engrossed in this evaluation.

[Dr. Cecilia Reyes]

“Well, Radius,” Cecilia said, turning to Jared as she finished typing something into the computer concerned him. “I envy you, to a degree. I’m sorry to say at this moment I don’t know of a way possible to inform you on how to will your force field to ever deactivate; but it is extremely formidable and durable nonetheless. I take it, since you’re here in ease, you have instinctually learned how to cater your force field to general everyday activities - and that is good.” Cecilia commented, as she turned back to the computer and continued to type into Jared Corbo’s file. She was running simultaneous projection charts at the same time as she was talking to him, being an excellent multi-tasker and all. Was it the person or the simple fact she was female, was the question.

“You have a great ability, Jared. It is purely energy-projected in nature, and has nothing to do with mental restraint or backlash. Pretty much the sky is the limit with you, the more you come into contact with your force field., the more you’ll learn. You can easily project it to levels of mimicking super-durability or even super-strength by using the sheer force power of the shield to lift and other such feats. With concentration you’re more than likely able to survive a fall from great heights, as well as use your powers in deadly fashion. Although Scott Summers would prefer I not inform you students how to use your powers in offensive fashion, I disagree with that thought. My own life was once saved by the onset of my powers, and in this day and age - we can’t be more than safe.” Cecilia stated, turning to face both students with a much more serious look on her face this time.

“I warn you both, however, that any offensive or disruptive use of your powers here at Xavier’s Institute will be grounds for expulsion or possible reprimandations greater than either of you could ever assume to begin to fathom. It is with utmost certainly you understand abide by our rule that an X-Man never kills. That rule extends to you children, as well. You’re under our roof, and therefore you must learn to govern yourself as the great Charles Xavier has taught each of us before you. You’re powers are AMAZING gifts and attributes, never feel ashamed by them, and at the same token - always feel modest and humility in your use of them. You have a gift, don’t abuse it.” She said, taking a sip of water from a cup she had sitting on the counter before continuing. “Now that the lecture is through, I’ll continue with the evaluation; then we’ll draw some blood.”

“Jared, by using your force field as a sort of energy projection, you can encase objects and even humanoids in it. They are just an extension of your sheer will, keeping other people in your force field for too long will cause them to suffocate. They cannot breathe through it as you can, I apologize to inform you. You need to understand the average human being cannot go longer than thirty seconds with a loss of oxygen to the brain and any further than one minute will result in slight to even greater brain damage to most common human beings as well. You need to be aware of this; whether you choose to encase them or not; even in safety - your powers are harmful to those who are not you. Please, remember this.” Cecilia said, straining the grave nature of his abilities. “However, your shield is targettable over regions instead of simple masses, and can also phase through other objects of beings without harm coming to them. In other words, you can project your field through half of someone’s body and not, in essence, cut them. Therefore making it so you can encase one nostril and not the other - but this technique will take practice. Practice, practice your powers, always.”

Putting the glass down, Cecilia returned to the keyboard of the computer and entered Megan Gwynn’s own information and intended codename for access by Cyclops and Emma Frost. “And my office hours are anytime you want them to be, Megan. Now let’s get on with your evaluation; it’s a bit simple I’m afraid.” she commented before continuing. “You have a strict physical mutation, with some adaptations. Your bones have an extremely lighter mass, and I suspect you have a heightened metabolism and potentially the same extends to a regenerative rate - but a blood test will be necessary to tell. Your wings read here are said to project a dust of sorts, this has no psionic or energy relation to it, thus making your hallucinogen purely physical in essence - a narcotic. Yes, that’s right, a drug. If you chose to harvest your own dust for consumption, that’s a great possibility but not something I’d suggest at all. Your wings grant you flight, but they are much like any muscle - I suggest honing your flight pathing and technique because your wings are not naturally as strong as those of avian dynamic.” Cecilia informed her, entering all of this information and then some into the computer before her.

“While there is nothing deadly to others in lieu of your abilities, I will take a simple sample of your dust ducts in your wings to test all of the properties of your hallucinogenic dust and send you the results by e-mail.” Cecilia commented, preparing the proper medicinal tools to do so as well as two syringes and needles for the required blood test for admission to the mansion.

“Now, like any boarding school, I’ll need a blood test from each of you to know your blood type, any communicable diseases, and anything else possibly relating to your mutation in your strict genetic code. If there’s anything else you’d like to ask, feel free to do so now.” She mentioned, prepping the needles without questioning if either would be afraid of the method.

[Megan Gwynn]

Sticking her small hands into the pockets of her yellow hoodie, Pixie continued to glance down at the socks still peeking out from under the bottoms of her jeans. She felt a bit awkward now, though she had no idea as to why. Maybe she was just nervous to hear what her own diagnosis was, that or she felt bad for listening in to Jared's. Would he want this information private? Were there really any secrets kept at the mansion?

She did, look up to listen to the doctor's small lecture out of respect, but at the same time, Pixie never really had to worry about that type of thing. She had no great plans to cause mayhem or disturb the peace and ever since the nice woman that had tried to help her out of the street when she had gotten in a bike accident got accidently dusted, she never wanted to do it again.. to anyone.

As the lecture finished Pixie again trying to be a bit polite by studying the instruments in the room, the high tech monitors and even the low-tech pieces of paper. From this to that she couldn't help but pick up the entire conversation. It must have been her own ability to multitask and her experience with conversations, maybe Pixie did talk a bit too much for her own good.

Perking her head back up at the mention of Dr. Reyes' office hours, the excitement that rushed in seemed to cancel out the nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach. There was the sudden drop again as the words 'I'm afraid' registered, but Pixie didn't think having a purely physical mutation was bad at all. It would be easier that way, right? She had said 'simple', right? She was perfectly content with that as long as she didn't start growing antennae or something else a bit disturbing.

She wondered if her bones, having a lighter mass meant they were more fragile, Pixie had only broken her arm once in the fourth grade and it was an experience she never really wanted to go through again. As she continued to pay attention to the Doctor's words though, she found herself getting more solutions than answers. The high metabolism would account for her being able to stay practically a stick yet always hungry , but she hadn't encountered a time to test the regeneration rate, then again, hopefully she never would have to figure that one out.

The information about the dust wasn't much of a surprise either, with the image of that poor woman burned into her head for the rest of her life. The flight though, she wanted to laugh at herself. Yes, practice with the wings would probably help, but at the same time, she felt practically hopeless with them. It was so hard to control speed or direction, how could she really learn if she always looked like a fly on glass?

The mention of stronger, avian wings made her blush though, as the thought of the older man that happened to have the most amazing white wings popped into her head. She was a teenager, what was really to be expected of her?

In an attempt to hide the small flush of her cheeks, she took her hands from her pockets and grabbed the bottom of her sweatshirt, pulling it up over her head to reveal the simple white tank that, luckily for her, had been spared in the water fight her jeans still showed scars of damp spots from. Having assumed the doctor would have to get better access to her wings and the inside of her elbow for her samples.

Pixie was lucky in the fact that she wasn't afraid of doctors or procedures like taking blood. She did have the tendency to faint for feel dizzy, but she assumed that she'd be able to sit down and it was a necessary evil that, as the older woman had said was just apart of any boarding school's policy.

Closing her eyes as she let her wings stretch out from their more natural position down along her back, she stretched her neck as well. Taking a deep breath as her eyes popped open, she smiled. "Alright, do your worst Dr. Reyes." Yes, Pixie had a lot of questions, but she also couldn't think of any particular one to ask. Deciding it would be best to organize her thoughts before coming back and assaulting the poor doctor with questions, she simply folded the hoodie over her arm and waited to be directed to either stand still or sit down.