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One cannot break the rules of time and space without suffering the consequences... much less four...
What have they brought with them? What has been lost?
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Jaster half rolled and half fell out of his bed with a loud groan and thump as he hit the floor. He let out an audible sigh and got to his feet, rubbing the back of his neck.
He still wasn't used to sleeping in a bed. He had fallen out multiple times since arriving at the Institute nearly two weeks ago. With no real rush he pulled on jeans, a plain white t-shirt and his grandfathers Jacket he had kept with him all these years.
It meant more to him than anything in the entire world. I had been with him through everything, he was surprised it was still wearable. After putting on his shoes he looked at his open chest of draws and got an idea.
He began to rub his hands together slowly and concentrated. After a few moment's he began to feel the Kinetic energy building up inside him, there wasn't much but it was enough for what he wanted to do.
He focused it to the palm of his hand then condensed it. Pointing his palm towards the draws he tried to release the energy in a weak push which would just be enough to shut the draw.
The chest began to rattle and Jaster thought he was going to get it on the first try. The draw slammed shut with a loud clap and he let out a smile but before he could get any further in his accomplishment the draw's exploded as his concentration lapsed and he released the rest of his built up energy. It was as if someone had taken a sledge hammer and taken one large swing at the small chest of draws.
He scratched the back of his head looking at the mess he had created and sighed. He quickly pushed it under his bed and decided he would clean it up later. He was starving.
He had found some bread like food in the kitchen. He didn't know what it was but it was warm and tasted sweet, kind of like cinnamon but with a dash of honey and Jam. It was one of the nicest things he had eaten in his entire life.
Moving out onto the Patio he took in a deep breath of cool air. That was one of the things he liked most about the Institute, the air around the grounds was so fresh and sweet, even in the middle of winter there was a warmth about the estate.
Not like the air in Manhattan, the air there was thick and heavy.
But here, he almost couldn't put it into words. It was beautiful.
He looked out over the glistening white grounds as a light snow fell around him. He took another bite of his strange food and began to walk without looking where he was going and bumped into a table occupied with a single man.
"Oh crap," he said steadying the table and chairs, "I'm so sorry," he continued feeling like a fool, "I wasn't watching where I was going.... awe come on," he said looking down at his broken plate on the ground which he had dropped during the collision. He got down on his haunches and began cleaning up his fallen food and the rather large and sharp pieces of ceramic plate with caution to avoid being cut.
Xavier would probably not approve of Colm's "morning reading habits". His black combat boots were propped up on the white cloth covered table, foot slightly tapping to an invisible beat. further down his leg, a thick novel rested in his lap, pages being turned quickly as he devoured the words on the page. A thin, dark wire spanned from his ears, hidden behind his long black hair, back down to his stomach which a small MP3 player, held in a black and gray cover sleeve. Muffled white noise blared from the earbuds on either side of his face, giving the impression that the volume of the music must have been unbearable. Colm's dark green eyes darted across the page, absorbing each word effortlessly before flipping the next page.
He mused that if Scott saw him like this, he would get a light chastising. He smiled at this. The "Stick in the Mud" was always telling Colm that he was to be an example for the students, and not to get them into bad habits, such as putting your feet up on the table. It wasn't that big of a deal to Umbrage though. In his office, he sat with his feet on his desk all the time, hands folded in his lap. It was how he had grown accustomed to sitting.
The book was little importance to Colm, as he had read it twice before. He simply wanted something to do this morning. In fact, he had read every book at least once in the entire mansion. Text books, library books, novels, even his most hated instruction manuals. He was running out of things to read! Course, he hadn't been to the bookstore in ages....He hadn't even left the mansion in weeks. Maybe it was time to get something new to add to his shelf?
Taking out his PDA, he brought up his schedule for the day, and, sure enough, he wasn't teaching until tomorrow, as the holidays were still wrapping up. That meant he had plenty of time to buy himself a few late-Christmas gifts.
Just was he put away both the book and PDA, a sudden tremor shook the table that his feet were on, forcing them to the ground. He ripped his earphone out, releasing a symphony of sounds from the small devices. Umbrage looked around to see a muscular young man, about Colm's age, in jeans and a t shirt. From the look of him, it seemed that he had just recently showered, as his skin was pale in some places, as if protective layers of dirt were washed away. His colors were mismatched and his shirt stained, wrinkled, and worn out. The cleanest thing on him was a smooth, brown leather bomber jacket, which was obviously quite old. Instantly, Colm knew this was their oldest new student, and hopeful X-man, Jaster Rowe.
Colm forced a polite smile as the man bent over to clean up a shattered plate. He quickly apologized to Colm, as if he had done some trouble. "What? It's fine. Here, let me help you." He spoke, sliding himself from his chair and onto his knees to pick up the large shards of the ceramic. "I'm Colm Umbrage. Or Mr.Sunshine to the younger students. I teach History and Mythology. We haven't met, have we?" He said and extended his hand. Colm had a bad habit of meeting people several times, as his memory seemed to fail him on names and faces. This resulted in an embarrassing moment of someone having to tell him "I've met you already." However, he was quite sure he hadn't met Jaster yet.
As Colm threw the larger chunks of glass in the trash in the corner of the room, he turned back to Rowe with his usual grin. The walk into town was rather boring alone, and he doubted any of the teachers would have liked to go. Colm had loads of money, and instantly his good nature suggested to maybe take the new comer into city with him, and maybe even get him some new clothes. "I was just about to step out into town. I wanted to pick up a few things from the bookstore, spend the day in town." He explained "Would you feel like coming? I could explain a few things about the institute ".
Though it seemed rather sudden, Colm was simply good nature'd like that. If he met someone, he liked to get to know them. What better way then spend the day with a stranger?
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Jaster stood in silence for a few moments, oblivious to the cold damp snow gathering on his crossed arms and shoulders. He was taken aback by the odd looking man's kindness. Most of the teachers he had seen around the school seemed so formal, but this man was laid back and appeared to be very easy going, Jaster knew he was going to like this guy. He pulled his leather jacket around him tighter as the cool wind drifted across the patio as his body let out a viscous shiver against his will.
"I don't believe we have," Jaster replied taking the man's hand with a warm smile, "Jaster Rowe, code-name's Shockwave".
This guy is a part of the X-men Jaster thought to himself as he placed some of the broken plate into the rather clean looking bin. This was his first time meeting one of the X-men. He had planned on doing so the day he arrived but things just never seemed to work out right for him.
"I was just about to step out into town. I wanted to pick up a few things from the bookstore, spend the day in town." He explained "Would you feel like coming? I could explain a few things about the institute ".
"Yeah, sure thing," Jaster said kind of awkwardly.
"Just let me grab a coat and I'll meet you at the gates".
"Sounds like a plan" Colm replied.
Jaster ran to the dorms at a rather swift pace. He felt kind of rude making him wait so he hurried but not so he run into someone. Which he almost did anyway, a short young looking kid who had come running around a corner.
He got into his room and was reminded of his draw disaster. he dug through the pile and pulled out a long black coat which hung down to his knee's. He pulled it on and darted to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water and putting it in one of his inside pockets.
He reached the front doors and when he opened them the rush of cold and moist air took him by surprise, causing him to shield his face with his arms for a few moments.
He stepped and his breath became large clouds of steam as he left the warmth of the mansion behind him and headed for the solitary figure standing at the icy entrance to the estate.
"So whats it like," Jaster asked as they began to walk, curiosity filling his voice, "being a teacher here that is. Being a part of the X-men".
Though the chilled wind kissed Colm's face, his body was quite warm as he zipped up his duster. The great thing about leather, other then it looked awesome, was that it was warm enough to keep you toasty, and that it also breathed in the Summer.
As Nightbreak shoved his hands in his pockets in a fruitless effort to keep them warm, he thought over the merit of Jaster's question. In all honesty, he was reaching. He didn't exactly know what being an X-man was like. He remembered the excitement and honor he felt, but other then that, what was there? He pondered this for a few moments in silent, the sounds of his clunky combat boots clocking down the sidewalk of New Salem, he found his answer in the teachings of the ancient Spartans.
Breaking the silence, he began. "Well...Think of us as fingers on a hand. We each are useful in our own right. We have all our own jobs and duties, however, we're nothing without the others. " He explained and brought his own hand up for reference. "We may be stronger then the other, more usable, or even just more useful, but the fact is, without each-other, we're handicapped. In truth, I can't tell you that I could take on the wrong in the world, and right the hatred of mutant-kind, all by my lonesome. I can tell you, though, that i feel that I'm working for that process, that slowly but surely, we make progress in the world. We are examples, poster-boys if you will, of what Mutants can be! We fight towards the goal, Charles Xaviers goal, of a world with Mutants and Humans standing hand-in-hand. " At this, Colm looked down and smiled. He painted an awfully touching picture. "So, to sum up, i feel that I'm apart of something bigger. Something with a goal, and a destination. Like a child standing on top of a tank. Something powerful. " He finished with a long breath, of which a ghostly fog escaped his mouth.
"Soon, You will be too, Jaster...You only need to learn control." He explained. Though Colm did not remember Jaster's power, or his situation, it was an educated guess as to the man's current power level. He looked over into Jaster's eyes through his sunglasses and saw the hope filled glaze in them.
"The school here is amazing. We give a safe haven and good education to kids, teens, and young adults, like yourself. I was raised here, and i couldn't be happier. We all have typical roommate squabbles, fights over bathroom time, and silly arguments, but i wouldn't trade it for the world. Stuff like that...It make's it feel like a family here. Just steer clear of Wolverine on a bad day, and you'll fit in nicely." He jested.
Just over the hill, Colm could make out the square tops of buildings and shops of the city. He cleared his voice and began speaking a bit softer, as to not attract attention and a seriousness washed over his voice. "A few things you may need to remember though. Never, EVER, mention what the school really is. We have enough trouble on the outside, Xavier's is a safe place. To add to that, don't tell anyone who knows about your gift," He was careful to use the word "gift" and not "ability" or "power", as was his custom talking to students. "where you live. People are smarter then I'd like to give them credit for. If you ever find yourself in a fight, be it with..." He lowered his voice and leaned his head closer to Jaster, "The Brotherhood, SHIELD, anyone, never use our real names. We have Code-names for a reason. This keeps our identities secret, and witnesses none-the-wiser." He winked and spoke back to his hushed tone. "Most importantly of all, we don't kill. How can we hope for a better tomorrow, if we're out snuffing people who wish us harm? I myself consider killing only for the most dangerous of enemies. But don't quote me on that." He said and put his hand back in his pocket. The cold started to numb his fingertips.
He pondered on more things to brief Jaster on, but nothing came to mind. "If you need anything though, you can always come to me. Do you know where my office is?" He asked as they turned a corner on the cobblestone path.
Jaster walked in silence as Colm spoke of being an X-man and Charles Xavier. Jaster had heard that name many times since arriving at the institute. He had been told stories of how he was kind, thoughtful and treated the mutants at the Academy like his own. Jaster wished he could have met the man. He was but one man and he had made such an impact on so many peoples lives. Formed a elite team of protectors who took no credit for their goods deeds. Built a school where young mutants could come to be safe, to learn how to control their abilities without scrutiny, without the chance of harming someone and even now he was gone the school grew ever larger with each passing week.
He couldn't help admire the man, even feel grateful. He had never had the chance to meet him yet he welcomed into the man's home with open arms. He couldn't help but smile as Colm described what it was like living there with the other students. Calling them family, Jaster hoped he would feel that way one day.
“I'll keep that in mind,” he replied to the comment about professor Logan, he had also heard stories about him, some good, some....not.
Then Colm became serious. At first Jaster wasn't sure what had happened but as he began to talk he listened intently.
“The Brotherhood,” Jaster said in a flat, emotionless voice as Colm finished speaking, “that name is familiar. I've heard of Shield. An old friend of mine told me to steer well clear of them but the Brotherhood I'm not so sure about. I know there terrorists and I've heard rumours around the school but not many people talk about them,” he said pulling his coat tighter as the icy wind seemed to pick up they moved down the street at a casual pace.
“I've been working on controlling my....gifts,” he said in a quiet tone as he rustled his hair, dispersing the built up snow, “I am able to control it to an extent but I've never actually tried it in a battle. I was thinking about trying the danger room but I just haven't gotten around to it. I wanted to know I could control it before using it. Compared to all of you though I just....there's no comparison,” he hung his head for a moment, letting shame wash over him but he quickly brushed it off and composed himself.
“Let them guide not rule you,” he mumbled to himself before raising his head and letting out a long pleasant sigh, he didn't mind winter, the air always seemed fresh and sweet.
“Thank you Colm” Jaster said giving the man a warm smile, which was rare for him. It had been a long time since he had talked like this with another person. Colm gave him a small nod and they continued deeper into the city, moving towards a series of events neither of them were expecting.
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