xavier_institute_logs | 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—“

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He was finding that he wanted to touch the wings but that would definitely be a violation of personal space. Jarvis had only just met her after all!

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?"

"That sounds lovely. I'm from Nantes; it's a bit of a swim away from here, I'm afraid," Flandre said with a small laugh. Her wings twitched in amusement, as mobile in conversation as her own hands.

"I grew up away from the city itself, for the most part, but we visited there often."

Edited (I can spell, I promise) 2015-11-05 21:10 (UTC)

Nantes? Jarvis pauses in his movements for a second, then continues on even though his eyes seem to stare straight forward. Researching....

Nantes, a city on the Loire River in the Upper Brittany region of Western France--

Best of Nantes, France Touring--

The 7 Top Nantes, France Things to Do--

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?"

Flandre's wings flick again, pleased he at least seemed to know what country it was in. She looks back at him when he stopped, inclining her head a little--but even before she finished that motion he was moving again. Maybe he was just thinking.

"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.

The wings catch his attention yet again. Were they always distracting to people? He's quiet, even when she laughs about the swimming.

"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.

"Ah? Oh, these?" And they twitch again as she turned slightly, rotating this way and that on her heel.

"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.

Almost in the same manner that someone moves when they 'speak' with their hands. Responsive. Interesting. Jarvis simply looks instead of touches though, because he's polite of course.

"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?"

"They are a lot like glass, you're right. At least, mine are. Remi's wings are soft like...a cat's ear. She can actually fly with them, though."

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.

"You do not posses the ability to fly with them then?" which sounded like it was strange to Jarvis, but entirely plausible given their apparent make. He watched her as she walked, noting that it seemed to be different. "You don't have to change what you're doing on my account. I've just never really seen someone with wings before, so they'll only be a distraction for maybe an hour, really."

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.

"I mean, I could always put a jet pack on them," Flandre said, laughing again. "But no, I can't really fly."

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."

Given enough time, Jarvis could probably arrange for a jet pack. He could almost coerce Tony into anything given the right wording after all... However, jet packs were probably not allowed at school, given all the other things that had to be regulated in just powers alone.

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.

Flandre kept on smiling after she settled her wings again.

"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.

While Jarvis wasn't a 'show-off' himself, he did spend a lot of years around one. He liked to think of himself now as a visual learner when it came to things that weren't computers.

"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."

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