xavier_institute_logs | Opening Day [OPEN]

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Opening Day [OPEN]

WHO: EVERYONE
WHAT: Mingle/Figure out Room Assignments/Meet old friends again
WHERE: The whole campus.
WHEN: September 1st, 2018
WARNING(S): None. If anything goes into warning territory, please create a new log for it.

For all of the newcomers, welcome to Professor Xavier’s Institute of Higher Learning! For all of our returning students and staff, welcome back! Once Professor Xavier’s welcome speech wraps up, it’s time for everyone to get themselves situated in their dorms and, more importantly, get to know your fellow mutants! Even if you’re not sharing rooms, you’ll still be sharing the same campus with each other, so don’t be afraid to get used to all of those new faces! Or even catch up on old ones! You have options; don’t be afraid to use them.

[[ ooc: This is the general mingling post for all of our characters to get settled into their rooms, get to know each other, reminisce with old friends, all that jazz. The log will be split into multiple locations. ]]

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Laura glanced at the dress, "I like this dress, it is very easy to move in." She delicately hung it up on one end of her wardrobe, then went back to the rest of her clothes. There were a lot of darker clothes in the dark haired girl's collection of random clothes, but there were some pastel shade things that really didn't fit in with the rest. Some clothes clearly meant for boys, and clothes meant to look like they were for men, but had shaped hips that were more feminine.

"I am..." the girl paused, she sat down on the bed as she readied herself to say it. She hadn't really used this name before, even if it was her's, "Laura Kinney. I am repeating part of my senior year after dropping out for personal reasons." She didn't look much older than 18. But she's a mutant with one of the strongest healing factors in the world, so that would be a side-effect.

"If you like it, then it does not matter what the opinions of others say. It is clothing," Arturia replied. When spoken out loud, the words sounded contradictory to her own situation regarding clothing, but as she didn't actually posses an opinion on her own - as long as it wasn't obviously ridiculous - she didn't feel hypocritical.

Arturia assumed that pause was because of the revelation of repeating classes or having dropped out. To her, it wasn't something she was going to judge. They all had their personal reasons for things. Her own happened to make it look like she'd gotten a really bad, scrawling red tattoo up the side of her neck toward her cheek.

"Arturia Pendragon is my name. But if you would rather call me Saber, I will not object. I do understand my name can be a mouthful at times."

"Highly social environments put a very analytic attention to clothing." Not that they would put it that way, but it remained the case. What you wore was the first step to deciding what you are, most students would judge you more for your attire, how worn it is, how well it fits, accentuates physical traits, contains bullet holes than they would stance, body language, or scent. Laura was still learning how important this expression was to normal people, it was interesting to play with.

"I will call you what you prefer, it is your name. That is important." Says the girl who went by a project designation for several years.

"Just more masks we are forced to wear..." Figurative or literal.

Arturia furrowed her brow in thought. Which did she prefer? Her family name was her legacy, but she didn't feel connected to it. She had too much anger and looked at the world far different than she did a few months ago.

"...Saber. It is more fitting these days."

Laura cocked her head at that comment, curious turn of phrase. She has been forced into a mask before, but she choose it at some point. They wore her down and she was so small, and so new, that she could not fight the way she could now. She was not strong enough. "They are faces we choose to wear, because choosing to be naked is just another way to express yourself. You get some interesting reactions from nudity."

"More fitting?" Choice of a name was fairly important, she was curious as to why one would choose to take the name of a weapon over the name you are born to.

Saber exhaled with a slight huff. "Public nudity is indecent. Such revelations should be private matters."

But her attention stayed more on the subject of her name. How was it more fitting? "Indeed. Times change and sometimes the past no longer has the claim it once did." A pause. "Or sometimes the past is too engrained to let go."

"What should be, and what is, do not always coincide." Laura is pretty close to indestructible, she can never find clothes that match her durability on a minimum wage salary. But initially she was speaking in the same figurative language she assumed Saber was using.

She considered the brief, if flowery, explanation. "I understand." Of course, Laura didn't follow up with any elaboration. But to have something so weighted down with the past can become too heavy too carry... or eventually wear away and it is too light to keep hold of. And it must float away.

As blase as Saber tended to be about many things, sometimes the stuffy Brit she can be comes out. Like with nudity. Even metaphorically being stripped bare shouldn't be a public matter.

"Besides it helps remind people that I am a knight more so than my family name does. Apparently no one reads around here or I come across far more intimidating unarmored than I thought I did."

"Being a knight is more important than being Arturia Pendragon?" A long time ago Laura made a choice to not be Laura Kinney. That she felt more like the tool X-23 than the girl Laura. She wondered if Saber had the same thoughts, if a better name and title.

"I don't find you intimidating."

"Arturia Pendragon is a knight and has always been one. And will never stop being one," came a shrugged reply. "Saber, at least, is a different kind of knight."

Saber hadn't thought Laura found her intimidating. The way she carried herself spoke of a strength of some sort that a lot of the other students hadn't acquired yet.

"I do not believe that." Laura had stopped for enough time and moved onto another collection of possessions and started putting them on various flat surfaces. A teddy bear that clearly had a BB shot through its forehead being the most unnerving object. But also jewelry, books, and a few other things just short of normal young adult possessions.

"Humans are never simply one thing. It would be easier if that was the case."

"We are not human, and some of us have had that fact quite clearly pointed out to us."

And with that, Saber decided she needed to change the subject before it turned toward a topic that stirred her rage. Thankfully, Laura's stuffed animal made an excellent focal point.

"What did the poor bear do to get himself shot?"

Something shifted very hard in the cool, but otherwise calm demeanor of the dark haired girl. There was a brief flicker of anger in her eyes sharp and deadly like that of a wild animal. "Yes. And we were lied to."

"I did not understand the nature of the game. And I wanted it." Laura closed her eyes for a moment to try to be less like who she was. And more like who she wished to be. "I did not have a normal childhood. That is why I keep trying to learn how humanity functions. Even if I am not scientifically speaking, human."

Technically there was even more philosophical and religious debate on if she was anywhere near human, if she had a soul, or if she was safe to leave near innocent children. But she had to believe they were wrong about her.

"Whereas I do not currently have the best of opinions on humanity, I do understand the necessities of blending and the good in knowing the things humans take for granted. I am sorry to hear you did not get that time of blissful ignorance when everything was bright and full of hope."

Saber allowed herself a few more steps into the room, eyes on the bear. She almost reached out to pick it up, but stopped herself. "Do you keep it as a reminder?"

"I have to make my own bliss, and it is much harder with understanding. But I have not given up." Then Laura let the topic drift away, there were too many answers to give. All of them would not go away easily. And once someone knew, truly knew, they would not treat her the same. It was a curious bit of contradiction, on the one hand she hated why she was created... but without it she would not exist. Her being was thanks to unspeakable evil.

"No, I did not stop wanting it. Being damaged is not enough reason to get rid of something." She was getting out her shoes, other than a pair of dress shoes... all of them had the same vertical slice in the toes. Like someone stabbed a knife through them.

This included a pair of steel toed work boots.

"...I feel as if I am standing in the midst of a shoe massacre," Saber commented.

Perhaps it was some fashion thing she didn't understand or... it had been a shoe massacre. The weird appearance of the collection distracted Saber from the conversation they had been embroiled in.

"I have metal blades that retract out of my feet. My shoes do not feel like they are mine without this."

Laura understood that metal claws like Wolverine was an unnerving concept, but she was not ashamed of them. They were too useful for her to hide away. It was also far more practical to do this before she needs to fight in a new pair of shoes.

It made sense from a comfort and preparation perspective. Though having pierced through steel-toed boots, those blades had to be some other kind of metal. It did make her think of Wolverine, but she wasn't going to ask.

"That is a far more practical reason than any I had speculated."

"Fashion defies practicality. Your speculation is understandable."

Laura considered a moment, she was already into the explanation of her abilities. She might as well not stop halfway. "I have claws in my hands too. My gloves are the same, but I put them away first."

"Is this explain our mutations time?" The way Saber phrased it made it hard to tell if it was an honest question or not.

"I am not surprised you possess those as well. It would be unbalanced and awkward to have only physical weaponry upon your feet. The body naturally strives for internal balance. I assume the X-gene does as well."

"That is a usual starting point for social interaction in this place. Especially if explaining physical aspects is needed."

Laura had to consider a moment how to best explain herself without getting into complicated specifics that were incredibly personal, incredibly unnerving, and dangerous to know. So she omitted any comments she may have had about how 'nature' does not figure into her creation.

"I am a genetic relation of Wolverine. Most of my abilities are similar to his, the variation in my claws isn't readily understood, but the speculation is it has to do with gender."

"I will say knowing will aid me in keeping some of my instinctual reactions in check should you pop a claw without warning while too close to me or an innocent," she replied casually. Because no one needed her armoring up at inopportune times, especially as things current stood with her mutation.

Saber then tilted her head a bit. "Is Wolverine your father?"

"I am attempting to be a... normal girl. But if I were to do that, you should be prepared to fight," Laura was practical, she didn't want to fight, or kill, or bring down trouble. She didn't want to find herself without memory of what she did surrounded by the dead. She would rather someone fought her, and killed her, than do that again. And if she is reacting to a threat... help maintaining order would be of value.

Laura stares at Saber for a few awkward moments. "It is complicated."

"I am always prepared to fight. I am a knight," Saber replied. "And I fail to see how complicated it could be. He either is or is not your father. You were not clear in your relation to him."

And it was always good to know if there were potential family issues going on. Father/daughter ones were never enjoyable.

"I was created off of a damaged genetic sample by duplicating the undamaged x chromosome," Laura's tone was slightly tired, remembering how easy it was when she didn't bring up her family and was an emancipated minor going to school on her own. Felicity, she never dealt with this as Felicity. "It is complicated."

"Hopefully you will not need to fight, but there is little chance that nothing will go wrong." She had returned to a more passive voice, the same quiet but stern tone she had been using this conversation, her 'casual' tone.

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