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xavier_institute_logs2015-10-27 11:30 pm
workingonitsir) wrote in 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
WARNING(S): None
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’.
Awful.
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—“
WHAT: Arriving at the school
WHERE: Courtyard and Main Entrance
WHEN: Early evening October 27th
WARNING(S): None
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’.
Awful.
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—“
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The person pulling the door open would have been difficult to miss under most circumstances; an absurdly tall beanpole of a young woman, blonde and pallid with bright red eyes and what looked like metal wings folded on her back. But instead of feathers or any sensible flight surfaces, there was only an array of seven-colored prisms hanging from the frame like softly glowing ornaments. She was wearing a simple red dress and vest over a white shirt, which her wings were apparently sticking out the back of like they had been attached there.
"Hello! You'll want to see one of the advisors, I think. I can show you where their office is," Flandre said, smiling brightly.
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To say that he's stunned at who opens the door is an understatement. He's not expecting such a girl... woman to answer the door, and the wings attached to her back are quite phenomenal to say the least. They almost look mechanical yet artistic - and something Jarvis could find himself fascinated with.
"That would be quite helpful, thank you. My flight had been delayed, so I apologize for arriving so late in the evening." Jarvis severely disliked being tardy in any occasion - how he and Tony got along was a wonder indeed.
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The young woman scooted back to the side to let the new arrival through the door. The tips of her wings flick out a bit, as if aware they're being watched and wanting to show off to best advantage.
"Did you have any trouble at the airport...?"
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Collecting his belongings off of the porch, he shuffles in and note: he takes care not to bump her or get into personal space. A good gentleman here.
"Oh no, just some delay in Chicago because of the weather. I've experienced worse things before. I probably should've taken the train from Chicago to here and a taxi the rest of the way, but nothing to do for it now."
Jarvis swings his bag over a shoulder and holds out his hand. "Excuse me, I'm Jarvis. Apologies, I usually try to do introductions first."
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Not at the school itself, but in the surrounding city. And elsewhere, she imagined.
The young woman closed the door after he was through, to keep the chill away. Her smile brightens again when he introduces himself, and she reaches her own hand out to shake his, mindful of her claws. Tearing up a new student's hand was hardly the best first impression!
"I'm Flandre, nice to meet you."
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Jarvis didn't know what she was talking about, but perhaps after some time here at this school, he'd find out. Maybe there were news reports and the like for it that he could tap into later whenever he was alone. Didn't want to worry someone else with an overexertion nosebleed.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Flandre," and he takes her name a tad bit slower to make sure he's pronouncing it correctly.
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"Have you visited this area before?" she asked, releasing his hand.
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Dozens more questions ran through his mind.
"I think the furthest I've really been is New York City. This is quite different, though I won't complain. It's quiet." Hopefully the wi-fi didn't suck here. Jarvis was rather dependent on it, though he'd deny all day and night.
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"It can be quite noisy there, yes. And the traffic is a bother in the city itself. But it's quite pretty, too."
She'd had no problems getting to sleep, as nocturnal as her habits tended to be.
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He'll wait until next week at least.
Jarvis shifts his bag to be more comfortable as they walk, thinking about here compared to Malibu and New York City.
"It is. A large, dense, sprawling city. I suppose where I did live in Malibu was fairly quiet, with luck in having a cliff-side view of the ocean." A passing moment, then: "where do you hail from, Miss Flandre?"
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"I grew up away from the city itself, for the most part, but we visited there often."
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Nantes, a city on the Loire River in the Upper Brittany region of Western France--
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Jarvis clears his throat and blinks, looking around at where they were now. "I've heard France is lovely this time of year. It's on the Loire River, isn't it?"
Sorry for the delay!
"It is! Now is a bit too cold to be swimming in it, though," she laughs a little, mostly to herself at some personal joke.
They were at an intersection between hallways now; the library was in one direction, the stairs straight ahead, and some of the faculty offices and classrooms to the left.
No worries. :>
"Your wings - they seem to react to things I've said. They're not sentient, are they? They're just a part of you reacting to me, correct?" He didn't want to use assume, because that's just rude.
/o/
"No, they're not separate from me or sentient, though I can take them off. They move like my hands, really. When I'm talking, or when I hear things; like that."
Now that she was thinking about them, though, Flandre tried to keep them still and less distracting. It...sort of worked.
"My sister has nicer ones. They're soft, and look like a bat's."
Why yes, she does think of bats as pretty.
Re: /o/
"They're rather like stained glass panels, aren't they? I wouldn't know about a bat's wings being soft, though I suppose I could research it if I wanted to. I presume yours are not and are stiff like the aforementioned glass?"
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Flandre brushed a strand of hair behind her ear as she walked, instead of twitching her wings again. And again.
"The crystals help me keep my power in check, though they're not quite glass. Something that can still hold a charge."
And made them substantially less fragile and heavy. Though with her strength, she'd barely noticed such things at the best of times.
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He moved to catch up with her. "If I may ask, what is your ability?" Hopefully that wasn't an entirely rude thing to ask.
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The young woman paused mid-step, flicking her wings despite herself. Was this about her wings...? "I'm sorry-? Oh! Oh, that? I'm sorry, er--right."
Whoops. She went and flustered herself. But now that it seemed to be okay, she ruffled her wings somewhat significantly to settle herself again, not unlike a bird. A rather tall bird.
"I...break things." Both with her hands (and claws and teeth) and with...that power that she wanted to avoid discussing. This was diplomatic enough, wasn't it? "Or keep things from being broken, I've been on security detail more than once. I'm stronger than I look."
Especially for how much Flandre strongly resembled a lanky bean pole.
"I could probably pick you up with my index finger, for instance."
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He doesn't really think of her as a bird per-say, but does note the similarities. Jarvis also keeps that to himself.
Especially when she says what her ability is - breaking things. He doesn't seem like the kind of guy to press for more information when it's not freely given because that would be very rude and he didn't know her that well. "I trust you have an excellent exercise regime then, Miss Flandre. Especially if you could pick me up with a single digit."
He would be very impressed if she could, though there was a hunch that it was just a bit of exaggeration in her words.
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"Would you like me to show you?"
Showing off did seem to be something of a hereditary Scarlet trait, after all. She was even starting to roll up her sleeve. There were occasional ripples of toned muscles visible in her forearm when she twitched her fingers, but little else externally visible.
Just another day at a school for superheroes, clearly.
Sorry about the wait!
"I wouldn't mind," he answers as he watches her roll up the sleeves. The claws were a bit...well, not menacing, but they certainly didn't put him at ease. "I don't bruise easily at least."