"I suppose so." Jackson responded.
"But then it all boils down to a match of wits and wills." he told her.
"...sometimes you're not prepared for such a battle..." he then sighed.
"But I ramble..." he added, shaking his head a little.
"If you don't mind my asking, how old are you?" he asked. "I mean... were you...?" he asked further, sounding a bit confused.
"Er... how old were you when you died?" he then managed to ask.
"The first time. I think." he added, shaking his head again.
"You know what I mean." he finished.
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Sierra chuckled lightly at him tripping over what he actually wanted to say before nodding.
"I do understand what you are trying to ask." She assured him.
"And I was sixteen." She added with a soft smile. You could say I have been sixteen for a long... long while. Rather unfortunate, really."[/b] She paused a moment
"How about yourself? How old are you?"
Jackson was silent as he heard that.
"....sixteen..." he said quietly, before shaking his head.
"Oh, right." he muttered.
"I'm fifteen." he told her.
"But... damn..." he mumbled.
"To die when you're sixteen..." he said further, sadness in his tone.
"....sixteen..." he said quietly, before shaking his head.
"Oh, right." he muttered.
"I'm fifteen." he told her.
"But... damn..." he mumbled.
"To die when you're sixteen..." he said further, sadness in his tone.
"I was born in a very different era." Sierra reminded him.
"People would often die in their twenties." She added.
"Even those in my social standing." She then said with a light shrug, not seeming to care about whatit was that she was meaning with that.
'It was life, and there was, or is, nothing that can be done about it. Medical treatments were nothing compared to what one can receive today."
"....your social standing...?" Jackson asked, before they approached a door.
"Oh." he said.
"I guess we're here already." he commented.
"Well... let's go in..." he muttered, before knocking on the door.
"Do come in." an educated and proper-sounding male voice announced.
Jackson nodded, and then opened the door.
When they did, Sierra noticed there seemed to be an animal sitting behind the principal's desk. However, the fur on this creature was clearly a deep colour of blue. And he was wearing a pair of glasses, and appeared to have been reading a copy of 'Infinite Jest'.
"Welcome." he greeted them.
"Hey, Principal McCoy." Jackson responded.
"Oh." he said.
"I guess we're here already." he commented.
"Well... let's go in..." he muttered, before knocking on the door.
"Do come in." an educated and proper-sounding male voice announced.
Jackson nodded, and then opened the door.
When they did, Sierra noticed there seemed to be an animal sitting behind the principal's desk. However, the fur on this creature was clearly a deep colour of blue. And he was wearing a pair of glasses, and appeared to have been reading a copy of 'Infinite Jest'.
"Welcome." he greeted them.
"Hey, Principal McCoy." Jackson responded.
Sierra just chuckled lightly.
"Shall we continue our conversation later?" She asked Jackson after a moment, not batting an eye at who was sitting in the room, and how he had a very unusual appearance considering society.
"Because I do believe I am going to be busy for the next little bit."
Sierra just chuckled lightly.
"Shall we continue our conversation later?" She asked Jackson after a moment, not batting an eye at who was sitting in the room, and how he had a very unusual appearance considering society.
"Because I do believe I am going to be busy for the next little bit."
Jackson nodded.
"Yeah. Okay." he replied.
"See you." he said to the both of them, before he stepped away, and Sierra stepped inside, closing the door behind her.
"Welcome to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters." the one behind the deck said to her.
"I am Professor McCoy. Headmaster." he introduced himself.
"Please. Have a seat." he offered her.
"Care for some tea?" he asked, his formality and politeness something she hadn't experienced in a long while.
"Yeah. Okay." he replied.
"See you." he said to the both of them, before he stepped away, and Sierra stepped inside, closing the door behind her.
"Welcome to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters." the one behind the deck said to her.
"I am Professor McCoy. Headmaster." he introduced himself.
"Please. Have a seat." he offered her.
"Care for some tea?" he asked, his formality and politeness something she hadn't experienced in a long while.
"Some tea would be lovely." Sierra answered as she made her way to one of the chairs and sat down.
It was about two hours later when she left the office, only to find Jackson sitting in one of the chairs, waiting for her.
"Oh! Hello again." She said with a smile as she approached.
"I had not expected to see you sitting here."
Jackson was silent for a moment, before looking off to the side.
"Uh..." he stammered.
"Uh, well..." he mumbled further.
"I mean... not like I had anything else to do..." he said.
"Figured... might as well wait..." he reasoned quietly.
"So! Uh, how was it?" he asked, changing the subject.
"How was Professor McCoy?"
"Uh..." he stammered.
"Uh, well..." he mumbled further.
"I mean... not like I had anything else to do..." he said.
"Figured... might as well wait..." he reasoned quietly.
"So! Uh, how was it?" he asked, changing the subject.
"How was Professor McCoy?"
Sierra just chuckled.
"It was all right." She stated.
"I am now one of the students here." She then said.
"I was told you should show me to where my dorm is? If you were here. Although he was pretty confident you would be." She added after a moment.
".............." Jackson was silent for a moment, and then sighed.
"No comment." he replied.
"And sure." he said.
"I can show you to your dorm." he told her.
"Come on." he said, getting up and stretching.
"Let's go." he said further.
"And yeah, he's really nice." he continued.
"Bet he offered tea." he chuckled.
"No comment." he replied.
"And sure." he said.
"I can show you to your dorm." he told her.
"Come on." he said, getting up and stretching.
"Let's go." he said further.
"And yeah, he's really nice." he continued.
"Bet he offered tea." he chuckled.
Sierra chuckled lightly.
"That he did." She said with a nod.
"It was quite a nice blend, as well." She added. "I'm not entirely sure of the details, but I do believe it was a lemongrass blend."
"At any rate, how would you say life is here?" She then asked, her voice curious.
"Life?" Jackson asked.
"....it's good." he said.
"The world rejects and fears those like us." he sighed. "They either run, or attack, or whatever." he went on. "But you know that already." he mumbled.
"Not here." he said.
"Fights still happen, but... well... that's school, I suppose." he told her.
"Here we are accepted for who and what we are." he said. "We are not judged. We are taught, and we are here to try and create a world where mutants and humans can co-exist." he informed her.
"At least, that's what Professor Xavier had in mind when he founded this place." he then said.
"The staff here tries their best to continue his teachings and principles."
"....it's good." he said.
"The world rejects and fears those like us." he sighed. "They either run, or attack, or whatever." he went on. "But you know that already." he mumbled.
"Not here." he said.
"Fights still happen, but... well... that's school, I suppose." he told her.
"Here we are accepted for who and what we are." he said. "We are not judged. We are taught, and we are here to try and create a world where mutants and humans can co-exist." he informed her.
"At least, that's what Professor Xavier had in mind when he founded this place." he then said.
"The staff here tries their best to continue his teachings and principles."
"That.. is most certainly something I can get behind." Sierra commented with a light laugh.
"Because I do not even know how it is that they found out that I am unusual." She then admitted.
"I am quite normal, according to the bulk of society. How I look is the standard person, with contacts of course." She sighed lightly.
"But, I have no idea how they know."
"It's unnerving." Jackson said.
"More and more mutants are being outed and... disposed of." he told her.
"And nobody knows how they're being found." he said further.
"...it's just scary." he went on.
"But... you're safe here." he assured her.
"The staff are pretty damn strong."
"More and more mutants are being outed and... disposed of." he told her.
"And nobody knows how they're being found." he said further.
"...it's just scary." he went on.
"But... you're safe here." he assured her.
"The staff are pretty damn strong."
"The staff being strong is certainly good to know." Sierra said with a soft smile.
"I do not know what they do to know who is and who is not." She then said with a light sigh.
"It is rather infuriating as well." She then said.
"Now, beyond that I really do wish that I knew how it is that they know."
"I think some of the staff are investigating that." Jackson responded.
"But we've been told not to concern ourselves with that right now." he told her.
"We need to focus on our studies and training and all that." he went on.
"Uh... right..." he then muttered.
"What about... like... clothes and stuff?" he asked.
"Do you have anything like that, or possessions you want brought here?"
"But we've been told not to concern ourselves with that right now." he told her.
"We need to focus on our studies and training and all that." he went on.
"Uh... right..." he then muttered.
"What about... like... clothes and stuff?" he asked.
"Do you have anything like that, or possessions you want brought here?"
Sierra just sighed before shaking her head.
"I do not." She told him honestly.
"What I am wearing, or what I was wearing when you came to my rescue, is all that I do own." She then said.
"Living as I have been, has been quite lacking in terms of much of anything."
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"Ah." Jackson replied.
"Well, talk to some of the staff." he told her.
"They'll be able to get you some things." he said.
"They're good for that." he went on.
"They really take care of those that need help. Provide a place where one can be safe and secure."
"Well, talk to some of the staff." he told her.
"They'll be able to get you some things." he said.
"They're good for that." he went on.
"They really take care of those that need help. Provide a place where one can be safe and secure."
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