The Fresh Prince of Westchester

March 14, 2017:

Mattias got chased by one strange doctor and his mom got scared, so she moved him in with some mutants in Westchester

1407 Graymalkin Lane - New York City

Characters

NPCs: None.

Mentions: Logan

Plot:

Mood Music: [*\# None.]


Fade In…

Winter Storm Stella has blanketed Westchester in a half a foot of snow. It's cold out with a crisp wind and the on and off drop of more flakes. Beautiful really. Scott's never been opposed to the colder weather himself, it brings a chance to something hes quite used to, an environment hes grown up around the Salem Center. A small community, private and for the most part safe. The biggest hotspot of activity here being this exact location, the Charles' Xavier's School for the Gifted. The influx of NuHuman activity has Scott Summers welcoming something more familiar, something like the young man Mattias Larsson, information on him though limited has all the typical signs of mutation. The school's area of expertise.

Waiting out beyond the gates on the loop of street that is lightly glazed with ice, Scott Summers stands with hands in the pockets of a heavy black hooded jacket, a beanie worn to keep his headworn and those ruby quartz red lense glasses. He looks grim, stoic, and rather serious but that is the man's resting face. He doesn't smile often.

A taxi was encouraged for use from his parents drop off location to the school, mainly because the drivers around these parts know the roads and right now, in spots, they are quite treacherous.

Sure enough, like the sun rising in the morning, the bright yellow of a cab crests over the final stretch. With less traffic on these roads due to the storm, could it be some other random cab? Not likely. It all becomes clear that this cab is -the- cab when the tired-looking Puerto Rican driver has only one passenger riding in the backseat. The tires ease to a calm stop a slight distance from Scott, and exchange of money is had, and the rear, passenger-side door opens.

Out comes a boot. Then jeans. Then a leather jacket and a shock of long blonde hair on a young man who doesn't seem to mind the cold one bit. No gloves or rosy cheeks on this one, even as he tugs a pair of heavy-looking backpacks out of the backseat with relative ease. He offers Scott a wave, then a wave to the cabbie.

"Are you Mister Summers?" Mattias asks pensively with a noticeable Eastern-Euro accent. The half-smile comes easily, even as he extends a hand to the man for a shake. "You haven't been waiting out here too long, I hope."

"I am and you must be Mister Larrson." Scott replies in very much the same tone as Agent Smith greets Neo. Intentional or not it is hard to tell with Scott Summers. "Not long enough for it to be any discomfort. I rather like this weather." The cabfare wether paid for or not already gets an additional tip from Scott as he leans in handing the man a couple bills.

"We're excited to have you although we know very little. Maybe once we get inside the gates you can tell me a bit about yourself." Actually quite friendly if someone can read past the flat level tone. "Need help with your bags?"

"Reminds me of home, but I was really worried about the ice on the plane ride in. Here." Mattias drops his smile to look over his bags. Hefting each of them, he chooses a Swiss Gear backpack with the trademarked, red '+' on the back and extends it to Scott. Stuffed to the gills and heavy, it is. "I appreciate it. Thank you."

Then, Mattias moves into line, ready to walk alongside Scott's lead, the whole of his body pointed towards the large gates, the gates he seems to presume, are the ones the red-shaded man is referring to.

"If I come across as a little hesitant, you'll have to understand. My mothers said this would be an opportunity, but I've been tricked a few times." Mattias offers with a scratchy tone to his voice. "I can tell you what I think I know, but we don't really have any math-accurate facts, either. It's all been a mystery."

"Cool pack." Scott offers while taking up the load. Setting off through the Institute gates it is almost barren looking right now, the just over a hundred number of students if they are outside in the snow are behind the school or near the Lake. Not really visible from this side of the mansion.

"Entirely alright to be hesitant or nervous, Mattias. What do you think you know though? Maybe I can help out there."

Jean Grey emerges from the front doors of the institute, several minutes after the taxi arrives. Her head cants curiously as she decends the steps, boots light and quick on the stone. She smiles as she approaches the two men, standing just outside their immediate circle so as not to add to the intimidation factor or otherwise get in the way.

"Well," Even across the Atlantic, long explanations start the same way. Mattis swallows and puffs out a breath of fog ahead of the two. One leather-jacketed shoulder rises and falls while the young man searches for the right words that he's practiced in his head on the ride over. "This is going to sound crazy, but I swear, it's all true."

Mattias pauses a beat, then looks over to Scott.

"I can do this thing where I explode in fire and reappear somewhere else. I can lift a car. I tripped once in the hallway and put my hand through the wall, trying to save myself from falling, but it was a brick wall. It scared my parents very much." Mattias' brows harden, watching Scott's reaction with each syllable. "They sent me to a doctor but…he wasn't a doctor, I don't think. I think he was training me for something. He looked like a normal man, but in a mirror he had a face," Mattias raises a hand to wave over his own face. "Half black, half blue, pointed ears. So…I ran. I grabbed my parents and WE ra—"

Mattias slows his story, seemingly near the end, and his accent crawls into silence. His eyes lift up, forward, to Jean with a look upon his face as if he isn't quite sure if he should continue.

"I believe you." The older man states to Mattias. "Every word. You parents made the right call sending you to us. You'll find what you're experiencing isn't just something you're going through alone." Passing by a couple parked cars they close the distance between themselves and Jean Grey.

"Jean." Scott says, the first break of 'stoic' the man has to display at the redheads appearance. A light smile, barely noticable at the corner of his lips. "This is Mattias. He was just telling me about his experiences with his gifts and… a man who tried to help." A look is given to Jean, a hidden thing there. That special rapport they share more or less speaking for him.

"Sinister? No. Almost but no."

"Sounds like you've come to the right place," Jean says to Mattias, an empathetic smile on her lips. She emmanates a sense of calm and confidence — the perks of being an empath as much as anything else she is. "We specialize in dealing with that sort of thing."

«Someone similar, then.» she concludes silently to Scott. «We'll have to see what we can do about that.» Like him, she's not keen on people being manipulated for nefarious means; her own talents in that regard notwithstanding.

She extends her hand to Mattias. "I'm Dr. Jean Grey. Welcome to the Xavier Institute."

"I'd rather not go through it alone, with all of the things I saw on television back home about mutants and SHIELD. Bad things happen to different people." The tight lines in Mattias' shoulder and neck muscles soften at the more sympathetic tones coming through. Tall and strong, he doesn't walk as if he's afraid, but his danger-radar ticks down from orange to yellow. "So, yeah, this might be the right place."

Mattias tucks his bag onto the other shoulder and extends his hand to Jean's. The handshake is firm, not challenging; a simple, friendly shake and a smile.

"Thank you, Doctor Grey." Mattias grins softly. "Thank you both for having me. And I'm supposed to tell you both that I'll help out and keep my space clean. My parents don't have much, but I was told many, many times before I got in the cab that I /will/ do dishes."

Clearing the mansion stairs Scott opens the door stepping inside to place that Swiss theme pack down upon the carpet.

"Unity is a big deal here, Matteus. You will do dishes but everyone here has a turn at it, not something you will be doing alone. The Professor, the man who founded this school, he finds chores to be cathartic and necessary for everyone. Even the faculty." Scott never calls Charles anything but 'The Professor' it is borderline impossible for him.

"Doctor Grey is the one who will be running a psych eval on you in the upcoming days and also our lead counselor. If you have any adjustment problems or anything you really want to talk about, shes a good choice but any of our staff is more than happy to listen."

He says nothing about what is being seen on television or the internet. Baby steps for now - what is seen on the television by most is only a very small portion of what is truly transpiring.

Clearing the mansion stairs Scott opens the door stepping inside to place that Swiss theme pack down upon the carpet.

"Unity is a big deal here, Matteus. You will do dishes but everyone here has a turn at it, not something you will be doing alone. The Professor, the man who founded this school, he finds chores to be cathartic and necessary for everyone. Even the faculty." Scott never calls Charles anything but 'The Professor' it is borderline impossible for him.

"Doctor Grey is the one who will be running a psych eval on you in the upcoming days and also our lead counselor. If you have any adjustment problems or anything you really want to talk about, shes a good choice but any of our staff is more than happy to listen."

He says nothing about what is being seen on television or the internet. Baby steps for now - what is seen on the television by most is only a very small portion of what is truly transpiring.

Jean chuckles, both at Mattias' inistence and Scott's clarification. "Scott's right. We all pitch in." She's a little more relaxed in how she says things than he is. That's the difference in their personalities. She adapts a whole lot better. "But, you've nothing to fear from me. I'm pretty good at listening, and very good at keeping my mouth shut unless there's a clear and present danger."

As they walk up the steps to the doors, she says, "It sounds like you're very close with your parents. Are they interested in visiting you here? That can be arranged."

Stooping his head, Mattias pats his boots against the mat before entering the building. Once he's inside, having braved the cold without so much as a shiver or a spot of red on his cheeks or nose, he sets his back down next to his backpack. The few seconds without eye contact is a quick respite from that odd feeling of vulnerability; a sliver of vulnerability he /does/ have.

"I like to think that I'm pretty normal." Looking back up, he swivels his blue eyes between their faces. He tucks a lock of hair behind his ear and scrunches his face a little. "I'm not afraid of doctors or professors, even if that doctor back home was…chasing me. So I won't-" Mattias waves a hand in the air, gesticulating wildly. "-freak out about counseling or doctors here. If you've got a dentist, you won't have to gas me to look at my teeth." At this, Mattias chuckles, weakly.

"But I do want to see my parents." He finishes, quieting. "And I don't want to be lied to. I want to trust you people, too."

"Right, doctor patient confidentiality." Scott adds with Jean, trying to ensure Mattias knows he is safe to talk with her. The tall X-Men's arms fold over his chest, knuckles tucking in to his biceps. A casual stance for him, one he isn't even conscious he takes half the time. The chuckle does get a small crane of the neck towards Jean, its one of those moments where he realizes he is being stuffy and she counter-balances, "Yes, we can arrange visiting times for your parents and you can reach out to them anytime you like, except during class." He tries and he slips.

No comment on no lies. Scott isn't about to start lying right now. "We have your best interests in mind here, Mattias. I can assure you of that and our dentist.. the closest we have to that is Logan." A grin now. A very small one. Scott suddenly thinks he is funny.

"Well, Mattias," Jean says, "we do have a policy against lying." Even if they also have a policy about NOT telling everything. "So, I hope you'll find you can trust us." She does, however, roll her eyes lightly at Scott. "Just don't go to Logan for dental. We've got better options elsewhere." Yes, there's the sense they're actually playing, despite Scott's mostly dour demeanour. "What are you most interested in studying?" she asks him, now, curious. "Are you thinking of college at all?"

The smell of sulfur clings to the air as Kurt suddenly appears before the trio. "Hi…" he waves a hand to them slightly and then giving his stomach a pat he holds up a plastic bag, "Subway. Eat fish!" he thinks for a moment with a cant of the head as that didn't sound right. A finger taps his chin, "Eat flesh.. eat mush… Anyway its a turkey with swiss cheeze, couple of uh.. cookies end a Dr Pepper." he waggles his large cup of drink gently before sipping through the straw. "Oh ih vere ere my manners, I em Kurt." he tells the unknown guy that is there.

"No, not during class. I'm way, way behind on all of that. The doctor kept me out of school; taught me other things." Mattias smooths his hands over the front of his leather jacket, dodging eye contact at the admission. Two-step shuffling his feet, he clears his throat and looks up. "I'd love to go to college, though. I just need to finish all of the stuff before college, and I don't have any clue what I /can/ do with my life after I finish sch-FOK!"

Mattias jumps at the sudden arrival of a blue-ish face holding out food. His elbow lurches back and knocks over an end-table, sending it flying back with a loud clatter. His body flinches into a self defense stance, which ends in sudden confusion as he stands there, blinking, at Nightcrawler. His eyes dart to Jean and Scott. Safe? The question is written all over his face.

"Hello…Kurt? I…just knocked over a table," Mattias begins to turn. "Hang on, let me fix this, please."

"It is unlikely he'll see much of Logan anyways." Yeah, Scott is that guy when it comes to Wolverine. He is listening and being quiet, letting Jean take the lead for a moment in the conversation when Kurt pops in to existence.

"College is… ! Kurt !?! Seriously!?" Scott's voice goes from the light playful it was taking a turn towards back to serious and stern.

The defensive stance of Mattias has him motioning with his hand, "It is okay, he's one of us. Matter of fact, what you describe he may be someone you should familiarize yourself with." He lets the moment hang, letting Nightcrawler's particular appearance sink in for the new mutant.

Jean has the grace to look at least mildly startled at Kurt's sudden BAMF in. "Kurt!" She laughs now and shakes her head, despite Scott's outburst. "It's okay, Mattias. Kurt's one of us." Her smiles turns wry, eyes still filled with humour. "I told you we're used to the unusual." A beat. She cants her head. "Actually, Scott's right. You might find Kurt here a good resource. His gifts include teleporting, as well." She eyes the fuzzy blue elf. "Your timing is impeccable, as always. Meet Mattias. Apparently, he can teleport."

"It's okay, I've got this! One moment." Mattias calls out over his shoulder as he crouches down, leaning far out to grab the leg of the standing end table that's been knocked over. He uprights the table and plants his hand atop it, trying to hold it in place. The drawer has been knocked ajar, and when he lets the table to go stand, it luuuuuurches to one side. Mattias grabs it, holding it in place, and tries to jostle the drawer back into place. It hangs. Sloppily. He lets go again…the luuuuuurch starts once more. The Northman flattens his lips and tilts the table to lean against the wall, half-broken, as if no one will notice.

"Like me, huh?" Mattias rises back up and thrusts his hand out to Nightcrawler, flashing a toothy grin. "So this is what it feels like when I do it to my parents?

"Vat? I vas just coming back with my lunch." he tells Scott before glancing over at Jean with a grin glad she could see the humor in the situation. Reaching into a bag he takes a napkin getting something and taking it out he offers it to Scott, "Here youse need to eat zis end smile."

Kurt glances now towards the new arrival, "I em Kurt Wagner, zome also call me Nightcrawler. I can teleport end literally climb zee walls. Zough dey don't like me doing zat so much."

"It's okay, I've got this! One moment." Mattias calls out over his shoulder as he crouches down, leaning far out to grab the leg of the standing end table that's been knocked over. He uprights the table and plants his hand atop it, trying to hold it in place. The drawer has been knocked ajar, and when he lets the table to go stand, it luuuuuurches to one side. Mattias grabs it, holding it in place, and tries to jostle the drawer back into place. It hangs. Sloppily. He lets go again…the luuuuuurch starts once more. The Northman flattens his lips and tilts the table to lean against the wall, half-broken, as if no one will notice.

"Like me, huh?" Mattias rises back up and thrusts his hand out to Nightcrawler, flashing a toothy grin. "So this is what it feels like when I do it to my parents? Well met, Mister Wagner. I…apologize." Hee. Awkward chuckle. "The last blue face I saw I had to throw a manhole cover at, so, yes. We should eat and not…throw manhole covers."

"I already had a panini." Scott says with a wave towards the Turkey and Swiss Kurt is offering. "Thanks though." He doesn't chide over or get fussy over the unexpected teleport. It's a rule here to expect the unexpected anyways, Scott was more alarmed at being caught off guard and well, hes a rule stickler. Sometimes it is not advised they just *pop* around freely. Sometimes, this isn't one of those -underadvisement- situations though and it's Kurt's home. He's allowed to be himself.

Jean covers it. Like him, a teleporter. "You keep mentioning the blue man, we'll talk about that later when you're settled in. Try not to bring it up too much around the other kids. Not until we have it confirmed who and why. That is one I promise you we will get to the bottom of so you don't have to be so… concerned." He chooses his words carefully. The exhibition of strength gets no comment. He was informed of that one already by Mattias parents.

Jean winces at the now broken table. Ah, well. There are a number of people around who can fix it pretty much good as new. She makes a mental note to speak to someone about it. "Scott, Kurt, why don't you help Mattias get settled. I, unfortunately, have class to teach in a few minutes. So, I need to go collect my things. But I look forward to speaking with you more, later, Mattias. I hope you enjoy yourself here." With all that said, Jean raises a hand in farewell and then heads up another set of stairs towards her office.

Putting the offered food away first, Kurt shift his cup into the oposite hand before reaching out to accept Mattias' handshake. "Have fun, Jean." he smiles giving her a wave as she goes to get ready to teach her class. Fortunately he has no more classes today but is always on hand to help anyone that asks. "Zo youse can teleport as well? Be right back!" BAMF he is gone the smell of sulfur clings to the air.

"Thank you, Doctor Grey. I'll see you later and good luck with your class." Mattias lifts his hand from Kurt's to wave at the woman in her exit. The leather of his jacket cracks and creaks with the wave, and while he does so, he steps in front of the broken table to shield it from view. He opens his mouth in turn to Kurt, "Okay, see you in a f-" BAMF. "-few."

Perplexed, but only so much, Mattias offers Cyclops a sidelong look; an attempt at subliminal communication. His brow cocks and his lip tugs to one side.

"New experiences, right?" Mattias motions for Scott to lead the way, bobbing his head softly in agreement. "We'll talk about that, and I'll keep it quiet. I don't want to scare anyone. If he comes back around, though, or around my parents," Mattias sighs and waves the thought off. "So. Happier topic. How does this work? Do I get a room? A couch? Are all of you teachers and when can I get started on school? I really, really want to get caught up and get more practice with this thing I can do."

A look at Jean while she departs and Scott turns his attention back towards Mattias and Kurt as the latter *bamfs* out. "I have things to actually do, Kurt will likely be back and he can show you where the cafeteria is and the office. You can eat then hit the office to make sure all of your information is correct." A pause, "You get a room, it is upstairs. 8C. It is to left." Scott smiles, just a little, "I'll put your bag in there for you." Hefting up the earlier one he was carrying, "Classes for you begin once you're settled in, basics and we assess your gifts. After that we figure out where you're best suited, I can promise you, you very well might end up one of Kurt's trainees. Pay close attention to what he does."

Scott now starts to walk up the stairs, stopping just to look down them at Mattias, "Make yourself at home here, its a good place with good people." Nothing else now the tall man departs. He will dump off the bag in Mattias new room and disappear to his own business.

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