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( the test drive meme )

This is for anyone wanting to test out their characters in the setting before the applications open, see what clicks. Multiples will be allowed for this post, and you can generally assume any threads are a self-contained continuity unless you feel like getting creative.

Just post a thread with your CHARACTER NAME and CANON NAME in the title with a prompt and others will reply. Prompts and threads can be action spam or prose or whatever. These threads can be used on the sample section of your application, as well. Go out and have fun! Feel free to consult the institute tour and dorm guide for setting info. We also encourage you to check out the "!!event" tag on the IC comms to brush up on the story so far.

Comments

[ragingprince]

[NETWORK]
[He's been staring at the network for hours now trying to figure out what to post. Sure he could go with actual words but where's the mother fuckin' fun in that? No mother fuckers he's going with .gifs. And you know what? Everyone that doesn't like it can very well move along and get the fuck over it. This is how he rolls.]




[ACTION]
[Somewhere on campus, where? Does it really matter where? He's on campus. Oh fine, okay. We'll say he's currently chilling in the student lounge. The television is on but he's not really paying any attention to it. No, his attention is on anyone else around him. And honestly? Kurloz doesn't really stand out. He's pretty normal looking really, although those purple eyes of his and pointed ears do out him as a mutant. But in a school like this? He's pretty mother fuckin' normal.

So yeah. Kurloz is just sitting there in one of the armchairs watching those around him. Trying to figure people out before he talks...haha talking right. Kurloz doesn't talk. If he did anyone in the vicinity would end up deaf and possibly suffering from brain bleed. So no, no words slip past Kurloz's lips. But we could go with he's watching everyone, trying to figure them out before he bothers them. Yeah, that works.

Or you know, you could bother him first.

Up to you.]

[homieshelphomies]

That cheetah's got some moves, dude. Though it does beg the question of who uploaded that to the internet after they got eaten violently. You think maybe it was the cheetah? Yeah, it was probably the cheetah.

[maidof]

[ Hmm...what a curious decision to add to the network. Aradia isn't really sure if it's meant to strike up a conversation or if she's simply supposed to respond to it in kind. In either case, she decides to do both. ]

i wonder what happened to the person with the video camera?
it seems pretty unlikely that the cheetah just walked away
and also unlikely that the people in the van didnt do something about it
i guess we will never know!

i thought i would add my own to accompany it
if thats alright
we could guess that this was their reaction?

[ She then adds this lovely GIF: ]



[ #helping ]

Alex Summers/Havok - Marvel Comics

[concentricduditude]

[Network]

[So this blonde, tan, built guy in sunglasses and a Hawaiian shirt; totally getting his video network post on. He's got a big, goofy, good-natured smile on his face as the feed starts.]

Oh, hey! All right, so as you can tell, I'm new here. Name's Alex, Alex Summers. I'm gonna be teaching here, once I get settled in. Going to start out with Geology, but if there's enough interest, I'd be willing to teach a Geophysics course. More of a challenge, but if you guys want it, I'll make it happen.

So, glad to be here, and looking forward to getting to know everyone!

[Action]

[Who brings a surfboard to a school in New York?

Apparently, this guy. Who's trying to maneuver it, along with a large suitcase, through the halls of the school. Sure, it was ambitious, and probably a little shortsighted of him, but Alex wanted to get as much of his stuff into his new room as possible. Less time spent moving, more time spent getting used to the school, after all.

So, awkwardly, he shuffles through the halls, making his way towards the faculty rooms, trying not to knock over anyone else. The board kills his peripheral on one side, though, so he's not as fortunate as he'd like.

Still, he wore a smile. He'd gotten so used to being at college, that the school had a bit of a comfortable feeling to it, despite being brand-new to him.]

Man, this place is something else!

[ragingprince]

[Kurloz has been watching Alex since he set foot through the front doors. Then again who wasn't watching Alex? It's hard to miss him when he's carrying that surfboard around.

After following the man through the hallways he's deciding to lend a helping hand. He quietly slides up beside the blond and taps his shoulder.]

[Action]

[glowing_moon]

[Sogetsu's door was open when he saw bright colors pass by. His brush froze in place the moment he saw the end of a surfboard. Curious, he put the brush down and went over to investigate.

It couldn't be a new student since this was the faculty wing, so it had to be a new teacher, right? And here Sogetsu thought he was out of place when he first arrived at the mansion.

Once he stepped out in the hall, he saw the new guy in full form.]

Need help?

[Video]

[allforthemoney]

A man of the sciences, I see.

Since we're going to be working in the same department, I think it would be wise to at least introduce myself.

[With that bright smile of hers, she gives him a wave]

Hi there~ My name is Maya Orihara, and I'll be teaching Biology. Nice to meet you, Mr. Summers.

[Action]

[batteringramhead]

[Unfortunately, someone's standing in the hallways and trying to get used to the area himself. So he happens to turn around just in time to come face to face with a... surfboard. Sam jerked back to put some more distance between him and the seemingly out of place object.

He was a little startled by the whole thing, but soon understood what was going on.]

S'cuse me?

[fatherangeldust]

[Network]

[Anderson stares at the feed for a moment and decides to make a reply to this introduction.]

Guid day, Mr. Summers. ... It is reassurin' tae know 'at Ah am nae th' only newcomer tae th' faculty.

[He cleared his throat... as if it would rid him of his sometimes heavy brogue.]

Ah am Father Alexander Anderson... Th' theology teacher.

Utena Tenjou | Revolutionary Girl Utena

[formerly_known_as_prince]

1: Utena was never a very refined fighter. She'd relied on aggression usually, a willingness to take a hit, an absolute belief in the rightness of whatever she was fighting for. But she was trying to be smarter about things and could currently be found in the gym with several books on different martial arts checked out. Currently, she was bent over one on Muay Thai, and experimenting with the trademark roundhouse using the shin. She tried a few experimentally, but her pivoting foot didn't turn over, causing her a sharp pain in her knee which she promptly ignored.

After a few more tries though, she'd managed to get it somewhat right. And as the bag rocked and jingled on its chains each time her shin dug furrows in it, she smiled. That was, before she realized someone else was nearby. Admiring? Judging? Just wanting to use the equipment?

"Oh, sorry, didn't see you there."

2: Out on the town, you've managed to attract the wrong kind of attention. Maybe it was a careless display of power that did it, or maybe they recognized you as coming from the Institute, but here on the street you're suddenly sorrounded by bullies: callow middle class boys wearing the paraphernelia of the self consciously masculine (Live Strong, Tapout, Ed Hardy, Affliction, etc). In other words, dudebros.

"Hey check out this mutie, Chad..." One says to the other with a lupine smile. "Looks like they need to learn some fucking manners."

Chad evidently agrees and one steps in towards you. The crowds are hurrying past, intent on not noticing, save for the rubberneckers.

And then she steps in too, seeming to almost glow and projecting a fierceness belied by her short height. She may not be tall, but she's compact and seemingly utterly unafraid.

"You punks couldn't teach a monkey about manners." She looks at you with a brash grin. "Right?"

[comparative_insanity]

Well, it had started with the skirt. You didn't really need to be a mutant to attract the attention of people like these guys if you happened to be a guy in a skirt. That had gotten them jeering and circling, and Fai had returned the attention with a couple of catty remarks and a smile. Yes, look at him, what a faggot, now move along. But then someone recognized him - or maybe his brother, how could you tell? - and that made it worse. A faggot and a mutie was practically asking to be beat up. And he could probably go invisible, make them forget he was there, but they were standing just a little too close for him to be able to slip out unnoticed, the crowd around them was just a little too thick, and it scared people when they realized their minds were being fucked with. He didn't want to set off a panic or something.

And then, suddenly, there were reinforcements. Short, but very cocky. And he liked that grin. Smiling back, and lending himself a suitably intimidating air towards the bullies - it wasn't hard, they were already frightened, like all bullies - he nodded. "If anything, I'd say monkeys could teach them a thing or two, ri~ight? Comparatively, they're really gentlemen and scholars."

x2 Crossdresser Combo! Now with more impulse control problems.

[niepokonany]

Ah, the dudebro. The natural enemy of the tiny crossdressing immigrant mutant! Watch them interact in their natural habitat, high fiving and smoking ill-gotten cigarettes out back of the shopping mall--observe how they hunt in a pack, isolating their target while he's distracted with Angry Birds, surrounding him with few onlookers and a brick wall against his back. He looks up when one of them finally speaks...

"Oh, kurwa." Not this shit again. Feliks sighs, deeply unimpressed, as the taunts briefly turn to his now-apparent foreignness.

He really hopes his stockings don't get torn up. He wonders if his phone will still work afterwards, if he turns it into, like, a throwing star? His parents will be super-pissed if he has to explain that he broke his phone throwing it at assholes.

Then the girl appears, and he grins back, tossing his hair haughtily. He doesn't have a chance to say something before the Beta Dudebro--we'll call him Branden--turns to the interloper, not pleased at her interruption. "Nobody asked you, did they, bitch?" His eyes narrow, taking in the color of her hair, and he's about a syllable towards asking if she's a goddamn mutie freak, too, when he gets a sudden and rather unexpected facefull of elbow.

"Um, did you like, see us talking?" He smirks at her, backing out of range while Thing B is still too shocked to retaliate. "Some people, huh?"

[allforthemoney]

Ah, so she had indeed taken notice of her presence. Good job~♥ She only gave her a smile as the young girl looked over toward her. She could appreciate a girl getting her fight on as she trains by herself. Martial arts being something that she was personally vested in, she liked seeing other girls being of like mind and getting better to protect themselves instead of being a little damsel in distress like a good number of the girls seemed to be in this school.

"Oh, no, that's quite alright my dear. You were focused on your training to bother with someone that was just watching you. That's the sort of focus that one has to applaud - not many can pull it off unless they're somehow 'in the zone,' as I've heard people call it."

She takes some steps toward her, hint of a smile on her lips. Even though she was dressed to train herself, she didn't mind waiting.

"But you did it nice and naturally. Good~"

Bad Girl | No More Heroes

[batterthanyou]

[NETWORK ; Video]

[When the feed clicks on everyone paying attention to it will be greeted by a blonde-haired woman sitting around the common room, stilettos propped up on the coffee table and a beer in her hand...along with about ten empty cans lying on the ground. Isn't she classy?

...oh look, she just burped. Yep, definitely a classy lady.]

Wow! You know, I actually thought this job would be fucking difficult. After all, I gotta make sure no one breaks into the school and clubs you brats like a bunch of baby seals, but damn. This shit is easy! The teaching part's kind of a bitch though, but at least you runts make it interesting.

[After the young woman finishes talking for the moment, she downs that can of beer in a few seconds, drops it on the floor with the others, and continues speaking like she didn't just make a big ass mess.]

Oh, right! Forgot some of you guys have know clue who the hell I am. Enjoy your blissful ignorance for a few more seconds! To anyone who isn't a complete and total pussy, you can call me "Bad Girl". Is that my real name? Nope, but it's a pretty accurate assessment of who I am! Now for those of you who are pussies, call me Britney Mason, Brit, Ms. Mason, or what-the-fuck-ever floats your boat.

Anyway, I teach armed combat and I am the...on~ly security guard in this place! Golly, ain't that just swell? You guys aren't fucked at all!

[After smiling throughout that entire ordeal, she reaches her hand over towards the laptop's location on the couch...]

Welp, it's been fun, but I gotta go. There's about five more beers I've gotta chug before I can go on patrol. Later!

[...and shuts off the feed while giving a mock salute.]

[PROSE]

To anyone who had the misfortune of meeting Bad Girl in person, you may have at least some luck on your side, as she doesn't seem to be all that irritated. In fact, she seems rather content. Currently, she's laying down on the couch tossing a baseball up in the air and having it hit the ceiling before it falls down back into her hand. On the side of her is that same coffee table from the video...except now it has a small pyramid of beer cans on it. Yeah, after she left a few hours ago she just kept them on the floor. They were still there when she came back, so she figured it was a quick time waster.

Should you approach her in the common room, be careful. Once she notices you, a sly smirk might just form on her face and she may chuck that ball right at you with a quick "Think fast!" as your only warning. However...she could just continue bouncing that ball off of the ceiling to piss you off. Either or, really.

[Video]

[niepokonany]

[That drinking. That absolute lack of shits given. Those shoes.]

You...

[Feliks sees what he wants to be when he grows up, sprawled in the rec room with her fabulous shoes on the table. She. She is glorious.]

I totally wanna be in your class!

[Teach him your hard-drinking, ass-kicking, hot shoe wearing ways, sensei!]

[thankyou_yes]

*See this girl, this girl looks REALLY CREEPY. Sitting there, wearing stuff that is easy to put on in the dark, with her blindfold on. Staring at the sun which makes you wonder if she can see the sun or is just feeling the warmth on her face.*

*Approach at your own peril, she kinda is a bit out there even for mutant standards. Also telepaths GTFO her brain is too weird to be read.*

[repressedfire]

[Mariko had seen her a few times as she went past the room, and the girl never seemed to move. After her fourth errand past, she stopped and entered the room, approaching the girl with concern, but no caution, before sitting down across from her.]

Hey there... what's up?

Ashley / WarioWare

[betterlearnmy]

[network]
[Ashley's been staring at the screen for several minutes now. She knows that she's expected to make public posts like everyone else here, but she doesn't like having to deal with others, so the majority of her network use so far has only been in private messages to her teachers, asking for clarifcation on various assignments and whatnot.

Today, however...she was pretty much told to make a post and actually talk to people; it didn't matter what topic she decided on, just that she had to go and say something. Apparently, her lack of socialization was starting to get worrisome for the faculty.

Sigh.]

I would have preferred ringing in the new year with my family, but no, I had to be stuck here instead. Whatever.

Does anyone here actually do that stupid resolution stuff? If so, what kind of outlandish goals did you set for yourselves this time?

And before you ask: no, I don't.

Re: Ashley / WarioWare

[maidof]

i dont think theyre so outlandish
in fact setting goals for yourself is pretty admirable
i only set very realistic ones because theres no reason to worry about them i think
things like that should come naturally!

my resolutions were to make new friends and hopefully to make better grades

[homieshelphomies]

[Network]
[Oh no, it's another one of Jake's "cooking shows". Supposedly, he does these every week, but it's closer to every other month. Half the time, he winds up lighting his fur on fire. The other half of the time, he forgets to actually cook anything. He's pretty sure he does these for makeup credit in a class, but if you ask him which one he's actually forgotten.]

Today on "My Mutant Kitchen" I'm gonna show you how to make a tuna-nuna casserole in ice cream cones. Now you're probably saying "but Jake, you said last week you were gonna make a gingerbread Kama Sutra!" AND I WAS. Unfortunately, I received a number of letters condemning that as "inappropriate for minors." Additionally, I received a number of letters requesting positions not featured in the Kama Sutra that, quite frankly, were downright distressing. And while we're on the topic of letters, whoever keeps leaving Milkbones in my mailslot, keep doing it. I broke down and ate one yesterday and I think I just found a new movie-snack sensation.

[The rest of the episode goes off without a hitch, save for a bunch of egg noodles that dry onto Jake's arm without him noticing.]

Anyhow, I hope you enjoyed this week's episode. Tune in next time and I'll show you how to make Patbingsu, a Korean dessert that doesn't involve any fire.


[Action]

[Shortly after "hosting his cooking show" Jake can be found wondering the student areas with his arm looped firmly around a number of ice cream cones filled with tuna-noodle casserole. He's handing them out to anyone who looks hungry, but he doesn't seem to be explaining that it's not ice cream very well.]

[Action]

[gotthescent]

[Apollo's never seen Jake's "cooking show", but he walks by someone holding filled ice cream cones and can't resist. Not that he tries to resist at all. Or ask. Or use his hands.

He leans over with his mouth open wide and lifts one of the cones out of Jake's arm, already starting to chew it as he straightens up. A confused look passes over his face.]

Hey, this isn't ice cream.

[Of course with the cone still in his mouth it's difficult to make out exactly what he's saying. He's still continuing to eat it though.]

[martasknight]

[Network]
[There's a rather irritated boy showing his face on the network today, leaning back in his chair and running a hand through his hair.]

Hey, have any of you seen a kitten running around the school? Black and gray, purple collar. If you see her, she answers to the name Pacha. If you see her, please return her to me, all right?

[Action]
[Emil's been in the library for a while. It's more or less been hiding out, really. He's been reading the books to give him something to do; his homework's been finished for a while now and while he's seen more pleasant people at this school than he has in a few years, he's still rather unsure about interacting with any of them. He knows he has to get used to it eventually, and he will.

... Eventually. Until then, he'll just hide out in the library.]

[presto_turn]

[It's a few minutes later when Shindou pops up over video, smiling sheepishly down at the laptop on his knees. Between him and it, there's also a certain feline padding around.]

Is this her?

Sorry, my room's door was open, and she wandered in. I was just about to ask if she belonged to anyone...

[He just, you know, had to spend a quarter hour or so going "Kitty!!" first. It's been a while since he's seen his cats, okay?]

She's fine, though.

Charlie | Rhythm Thief

[penaltykicktothehead]

[NETWORK]

[First impressions and all that! The detective-in-training is trying very hard to sound professional... maybe a little too hard, but then that's the point of the post. Maybe someone could help Charlie to loosen up a little]

I must admit that this is not what I had expected when I was told I'd be going to America. Studying abroad does have an attractive ring to it, but considering the unique circumstances I find I still feel apprehension at being here. It will pass in time, I'm sure, but at the moment concentration is difficult and is interfering with my academic focus. That brings me to my main query, which I put to you, the student body:

For those here who originated from outside the country: what would you suggest one should do to accomodate themselves to these new surroundings? Was it difficult to 'make yourself at home'?

Thank you in advance for your time.

- C.V.

[ACTION]

[Charlie's defenses have been on high since arriving at the school. The trademark brown cap was pulled low over the young detective's face, and any attempt that had been made to get the kid to take off the long trenchcoat were thwarted quite completely. It was silly, but the outfit made Charlie feel safer-- like battle armor, in a way. The PI had faced off against the Chevaliers Diaboliques in this outfit, after all, and the battle had been won, to boot. They were only clothes, but it made Charlie feel a little more capable in this situation.

Now that the first week of classes were done with and several instructors and faculty members had been subjected to the patented "Vergier Stare", Charlie's situation had become a mite less stressful; but alone with one's thoughts isn't always the best way to kill time, especially far from home.

The trees outside had lived long and grown sturdy, and were far away enough from the Institute to garner Charlie a little privacy-- not a lot, but they'd do nicely. Soccer ball in hand (foot?) the youth starts practicing shots, bouncing them off the trunks of the trees, and, occasionally, kicking hard enough to significantly splinter some of the poor old things.

It seems less like practice and more like taking out frustration out on the vegetation, really...]

[doingthemistything]

[Those poor trees.

Kirino only had been out for a walk outside, but the sight of the soccer ball bouncing off the trees caught his attention.

And once one of those shots made it over the boy's way, he trapped the ball with his chest, before letting it drop.]

I almost feel sorry for those trees. [He... can't keep the amused tone out of his voice. Sorry, Charlie.]

Hotstreak | Static Shock

[hotstreak]

This school was his last chance at a semi-normal life and Hotstreak knew it. During his most recent time in juvenile hall, the latest anger management therapist to try to counsel him had made some gains. She was encouraging, a good listener, and didn't act like she knew everything. When she asked about his life goals, he'd struggled to come up with a list and started to get annoyed with the task until she asked about finishing high school. Which brought him to the present. He did want to at least graduate from high school, if only to figuratively spit in the face of people who doubted that he could.

He hadn't been expecting much more than a normal high school, only filled with mutants. Now that he was here and had been through the tour, he was actually optimistic about the time he'd be spending here. The school grounds were a change from downtown Dakota. There was a hangar bay with a real jet, and a place specifically for training powers called the Danger Room. The school gym was pretty well equipped - enough that he'd be able to keep up with his usual weight training routine, anyway.

Then there were the girls. A lot of them were hot. In fact, he didn't think he'd ever seen such a high concentration of good looking girls anywhere other than the nightclubs he'd snuck into with fake ID. If nothing else, he was more motivated to try to be friendly and sociable.

For now, though, he had a math class to get to. The map of the school grounds was helpful enough, but not for finding specific classrooms.

"Stupid map," he muttered.

[onlyhisdreams]

Lorna seemed to be in no big rush to get to her next class. She walked slowly on her high heeled boots, holding onto her messenger bag to minimize the way it bounced against her hip. The halls were somewhat quiet today, which made a certain muttering stand out more. Curious, she took a turn toward the noise and peeked down the hallway.

Oh, she recognized that look. A new student, looking at the map as though it betrayed them. She really needed to speak to Charles about drawing up new ones. For now, she hoped she could help on her own. In her pretty green corset and leather pants, she approached the boy.

The very large boy. Oh, my.

"Uhm, hello," she greeted him with a friendly smile. "I do not believe I have ever seen you here before. My name is Lorna."

Maya Orihara || Bloody Monday

[allforthemoney]

[Network Post - Video]

[There's a woman clad in her favorite winter furs. Don't worry, it's all faux-fur for all those that are animal-rights conscious. She's already nice and settled in, and she looks very comfortable in her leather chair. She gives the camera a slight wave, before she speaks in a calm, airy voice.]

Hello, students.

My name is Maya Orihara, and I am going to be teaching Biology. I shall also be teaching AP level Biology, and college level Botany courses if anyone is willing to earn their credits while they're here.

[A pause]

A little before Spring rolls around, I am wondering if anyone would be interested in creating a sort of gardening or nature appreciation club? I personally love plant life, and I wonder if there are any like-minded students here. Not only is it fun, but if there is a gardening club, I am quite willing to lend my expertise to help you tend and care for whatever it is that you wish to grow.

All plant-life is precious, especially knowing what their function is in this world.

If any of you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask me~ I won't bite~♥

---

[Action]

[She's out in the hallway, looking outside one of the windows and shaking her head a little. She looks a little sad as she sees the trees outside full of snow, and only the pines and other coniferous trees have any green on them.]

If only Spring were to come around sooner...

[An idle thought. While she was fine with winter, she always loved it when it would all thaw out and the first green shoots start peeking from beneath the snow. She sighs as she looks on.]

Might as well enjoy wearing my furs for as much as I can in the meantime.

[Dare you interrupt her while she's thinking out loud?]

[metalized]

[Gajeel just wished for spring to come back around sooner because he wasn't a great big fan of the cold. Gajeel might not have said anything to her, but he was standing by the window just next to her looking out at the snow too.]

Zoey | Pokemon Diamond and Pearl Anime

[snowpointvictor]

[Network]
[There is a young thirteen-year-old girl with spikey reddish/orange hair on the network today. She seems a bit unsure of the question she might ask, but says it anyway.] How many people here have been here from home awhile before school even started? I'm a little curious.

[Prose]
Zoey like usual, was keeping her distance from most people in the courtyard. She didn't want to do this. Her own teachers knew she had to get over her own issues but when the last time Zoey tried to do so, she punted the guy like he was a football. So she just sat on ground, avoiding everyone scared of what she could do. Even though she was in a mutant school, that didn't make her feel any better.

[ooc: Hopefully it's okay to post this here since apps are now open.]

Alexander Anderson | Hellsing

[fatherangeldust]

[Network]

[He would make this short and to the point. When the feed turns on, there is a rather tall man sitting at a desk. There was a light nod before he spoke.]

... Ah'm ... Father Alexander Anderson, and Ah'll be yer Theology teacher. ...Guid day.

[Short and to the point! The feed ends.]


[Action]

[Don't mind the overly tall priest calmly walking around the school grounds, it's perfectly normal. He's making himself familiar with his surroundings, that's all. He's doing a very good job at keeping to himself, though he will talk to you if you so choose.

So why not walk on over and say hello?]

Network

[swash_und_buckle]

[Kurt is positively grinning at the newcomer.]

Ah, theology! I have long hoped someone would take on such a class. Welcome to the school, Herr Anderson. I hope you will find it to your liking!

[His eyebrow quirked.] Might I ask, are you truly a man of the cloth?

Ramona Flowers | Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World

[hairoftheweek]

[Action]

[You may or may not notice a teenager roaming the halls of the school. But act fast; if you catch a glance and turn around, you likely won't notice she's there anymore! If you happen to be outside, you may notice she's getting from one place to another pretty damn fast somehow... but hey, there's always a way to catch up to her and try to get her attention.]


[Network]

[Nope, no video, audio is all you get.]

... I'm a new student to the school. Name's Ramona. That's about all you need to know, though. [She'd be narrow-eyeing the camera if it were on right now.

But that's it! She didn't even bother to say what classes she was taking...]

Sebastian Levy | OC

[semiotician]

[ Sebastian is a young scientist who does his research at the institute and gives a lecture or two every now and again. His field of study is semiotics and his life's work is to identify coded references to mutants in historical material and also to study the use of signs and symbols in modern mutant society.

His own mutation is nothing you would notice by looking at him, he is slightly telekinetic. ]

[littlerabbit]

[ Oh great, another teacher who's obsessed with symbols. At least this one has normal hair and actually looks at them when he's talking. Then again, the hair had been something to focus on besides the lesson, and it had made it much easier to get past her if she hadn't finished her homework.

As soon the class ends she heads for the door, hoping to be able to get away before he notices that she hasn't handed in her latest assignment. Or the one before that. Unfortunately for her, her luck usually tends to suck. ]