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JARVIS ([personal profile] workingonitsir) wrote in [community profile] xavier_institute_logs2015-10-27 11:30 pm

New Arrival~ [Backdated to earlier in the evening

WHO: Jarvis and Open
WHAT: Arriving at the school
WHERE: Courtyard and Main Entrance
WHEN: Early evening October 27th

This was it.

Jarvis looked up at the large mansion – even larger than the one in Malibu (but smaller than the Tower in New York City that was undergoing repairs) – that was to be his new home for the rest of his education years. A place for people like him, and Tony had shown him the information he had gathered on the Institute. Tony hadn't been happy about sending Jarvis off to boarding school, but his education needed to be finished before he could apply to college or just further his career and experiences back in California.

A dust cloud formed up as the taxi started off, leaving Jarvis with the order that Tony had given him – finish his education and then come back to Malibu. Easy enough, right? Only now there wasn’t a Malibu to go home to. The news had come while he was on the plane and suddenly he had understood how a computer felt to ‘freeze up’.


Steeling himself with a deep breath, he picked up his suitcase and started through the gates. The entrance courtyard was nice, and had the potential to be a nice study area. It took his mind off of Malibu for a moment as he attempted to familiarize himself with the new surroundings. Already the sun was dipping below the horizon and he hadn't realized just how late he'd be arriving. That wouldn't do - Jarvis hated tardiness.

Stopping at the door, he looked for a doorbell, a knocker, then shrugged. He wouldn’t be rude and just barge in. Jarvis had better manners than that after all. He thought he heard his knock resound in the room beyond the door as his knuckles gave a firm few knocks.

“Hello? I’m a new arrival at this school, a transfer to say the least. I wasn’t informed of who to contact upon arriving though—“
griot: (Default)

[personal profile] griot 2015-11-02 11:10 am (UTC)(link)
Viti takes a second to think on this.

"It's days of boring classes and conversations with people interrupted occasionally by a mission, which you can go on if you want."

Viti nodded. "That about sums it up." Viti completed his a portabella sandwich, and handed it to Jarvis in a plate next to some pickles.
griot: (irritated)

[personal profile] griot 2015-11-03 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
Viti grumbled. "Well I thought I would be able to do a lot more good than I've have been. I mean my power is perfect for alerting people to threats, and gathering info to solve problems, but things just haven't worked out that way."

Viti sighed before taking a bite into his cold cut sandwich.
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[personal profile] griot 2015-11-04 02:16 pm (UTC)(link)
(ooc note: Sorry I'm late. Work, and I got myself in more threads than I can keep up with ><)

Viti chewed on the Jarvis-thought for a minute. He was made no headway controlling his power on his own. It was only when people helped him that he could make any progress, even then he had a long way to go.

"I suppose. But then why did you come here?"
griot: (hmm?)

[personal profile] griot 2015-11-05 02:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Viti's eyes widened at this.

"Jeez that sucks. The worst thing my power does to me is give me a headache."

Viti had to think about what he just said, and he realized that wasn't exactly true.

"Well actually...other than angering people by revealing their deepest darkest secrets. But that part I got figured out."

Viti shook his head. "Anyways if you're like me it might be hard to find someone who helps you with your powers."
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[personal profile] griot 2015-11-05 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Viti dropped all kinds crumbs on his eating space. He didn't seem to notice.

Viti sighed.

"Oh about five minutes. The worst part is my power doesn't express it outright. Instead it makes me blurt out facts that seem harmless, but in hit people's nerves. All my life I was angering people without even knowing why."

Viti shuttered.
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[personal profile] griot 2015-11-06 12:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes. My power must have picked up on your ability to communicate with computers, and then disguised that fact into another. If I hadn't stopped my power after that, then who knows what secrets it would have picked up."
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[personal profile] griot 2015-11-06 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Viti shot up and slammed his fist on the table.

"Yeah that's what I said! But nobody would listen! It's driving me fucking nuts!"

Viti sat down with a sigh. He took another second to think.

"Maybe you'll have better luck talking to the higher ups. And maybe the other students would help you if you tell them you have the power to access porn sites." Viti smiled lightly, but it faded as he realized maybe that joke was in poor taste.
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[personal profile] griot 2015-11-07 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Viti leaned back, and realized something important. "I'm still hungry. I'm going to make another sandwich. Do you want another? How about some tea or coffee or other drink?"
griot: (hmm?)

[personal profile] griot 2015-11-08 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Viti stopped chewing. For a second he seemed to stare a nothing, his eyes occasionally darting as his thoughts turned. He began chewing again, and forced a swallow.

"Rules're not allowed to attack people. I found that out the hard way. Also there's some website you can't go on, and uhhhh...Oh yeah were' not allowed in the danger room without staff members, and oh ya, no swearing at the faculty."
griot: (yeah you know)

[personal profile] griot 2015-11-11 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
Viti leaned back, sighing as he formed a serene smile. "Ah yes how I dream of the danger room. It is the X-men's training facility, full of all kinds of wonders things that try to kill you. Someday I will be able to go there. Perhaps you will to."
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not sure. It is a mess of a word.

[personal profile] griot 2015-11-13 01:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Viti shook his head. "Nah. In fact I find it hard to get into the Danger room, but speaking of curriculum..."

Viti pushed his seat back as he rose up.

"...If you'll excuse me, I have to write some poems for my literature class. If you want to get the dorms the quickest way is back to that front door. It was good talking with you though. I'm sure we will see each other again."