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[center][h1][i][color=PeachPuff]Syleste Nioré - Present Day/Flashback - The Bunker[/color][/i][/h1][/center]

[h2][i]One Week Ago...[/i][/h2]

[i]Her soft pink lips parted as she began to stir in her bed, the sun streaming in through her bedroom window causing the rays hitting her to warm up her body, her lips turning up in a gentle smile as the sensation spread through her, opening her eyes slowly she let her brilliant blue orbs stare unseeingly out at what was in front of her, the young woman happy to enjoy the silence and aura that surrounded her. Pushing her hands into the mattress she shifted herself into a sitting position, her legs sliding around and off the bed so that the balls of her bare feet brushed lightly against the rug covering the floor, her shoulders curling over slightly as she tried to stifle the small yawn escaping through her lips while she lifted her arms up, soft cracks sounding as she stretched getting ready for the day ahead of her.

Sliding herself forward and off the edge of the bed she stood up, the soft fibers of wool pushing their way in between her toes causing her to lift her hand up to her mouth, the action muffling the already soft giggle coming from her as wool brushed back and forth with her steps, tickling the souls of her feet with every move she made. Once used to the sensation over her feet she relaxed her body, her arm reaching out so that her fingertips gently brushed against the furniture and walls of her bedroom, the paths already memorized though she still took caution for her the sake of her mothers worry. Moving slowly she made her way around the room, her step slowing to a stop only once she had found what it was she was actually looking for, pulling open the doors of her closet she reached inside of it, placing her hands on the clothes that were neatly hung and lined out in front of her, her fingers playing lightly with the material they were made of.

"Silk... Tulle...Organza... Denim... Ah, found you..." Smiling brightly she pulled out one of the dresses that was hanging in front of her, her hands quickly working to pull it onto her body before she reached out once more, though this time it was so that she could search through her clothes for her cardigan; the process repeating itself until she was [url=http://s3.favim.com/orig/42/blue-clothes-dreams-dress-fashion-Favim.com-354461.jpg]completely dressed[/url] and ready for the day. Closing the doors she slid her fingertips over the furniture once more, this time making her way out of her room and through the house, her free hand reaching out as she felt herself grow nearer to the front door, sliding her hands over the wood she pulled it open enough to let herself out, the soft and gentle breeze blowing past her causing stray strands of her long golden locks to dance and her smile to grow.

Closing her eyes she lowered her arms back down to her sides as she let her ears be her guides, her breathing almost completely silent as she listened carefully to the sounds that were around her, the gentle creaking of wood and chains catching her attention causing her to turn, her feet carrying her over the covered porch to where a large hanging seat was located. Leaning over she reached out towards where she could hear it swinging back and forth, her hand slowly finding the seat before sliding over the wood so that she knew exactly where it was, keeping her hand pressed lightly against it she turned her body, lowering herself down onto it as she once more relaxed, her breathing soft as she listened to the life that was surrounding her on the base.

"There's a certain peace to be found in nature, isn't there?" Came a mysterious voice, breaking the relative silence. Though she could not see him, she would be able to detect his voice as being merely a few feet in front of her, just at the foot of the stairs that led up to the porch. 

Letting pause for a moment, the voice then continued, "My name is Dr. Charles Xavier, I believe I spoke on the phone with your mother a few days ago. You must be Syleste, then...it's a pleasure to meet you." The voice finished as the subtle sound of the creaking stairs met her ears, the light sounds of his footsteps supplemented by the heavy, almost rhythmic tapping of his wooden cane as he reached the porch itself. 

Turning her head only slightly as she heard the sound of a new voice entering the area around her, she slowly let her unseeing eyes scan the area around her until she was looking in his general direction, a warm and welcoming smile crossing over her lips as she sat up a little straighter, her hands resting on either side of her legs as she listened to him introducing himself to her,"Doctor Xavier, my parents mentioned to me at dinner last night, that you were coming over today to meet with me."

Lifting her hand up from the seat she was perched on, she held her left hand out in his general direction for him to shake, her other arm coming up as she reached back behind her scooping her long wavy blonde locks around and over her shoulder, letting them rest there while she politely introduced herself in return, "You're correct, my name is Syleste, but the pleasure is all mine sir."

"We have much to discuss, if your parents are home. Would you like to go inside?" Charles asked, taking her hand and shaking it firmly, a soft smile on his face, though he knew she'd be unable to see it.

He had easily picked up what her powers were, dream and sleep manipulation. Quite uncommon a power, almost wholly unique. 

Lowering her hand back down to the seat she was perched on, she pushed herself back up to her feet, her hands coming together in front of her body as she nodded, showing him that she had understood what he had meant by his words, "My father is in a meeting right now with some of the other generals on the base, but my mother is home. I think she's in the kitchen, at least that's where she was when I came down from my room."

Turning her head in the general direction of the door she began to move, her bare feet lightly brushing over the ground as she walked, the young woman keeping close attention to the unique scent that was wafting towards her over the gentle breeze, the rich smell of cologne mixed with alcohol and dust letting her know exactly where it was he stood as she reached out pushing open the door, holding onto the wood she followed its path until she had completely turned around now facing his direction, "Please, come inside. I'll see if I can find my mum for you to talk to."

"Thank you." Charles bid politely as he stepped inside, scanning the interior of the house for a few moments. There was a certain comforting feel to it, an aura that all family homes should have. He couldn't help but remember his own childhood, stuck in his family's mansion. One could have luxury, yes, but without companionship...he was little more than a bird in a gilded cage. 

Listening closely to his footfalls as he passed her by she closed the door behind him, her warm expression never leaving her face as she moved further into the house, her right hand held away from her body slightly so that her fingertips could brush over the objects around her, though it was out of habit rather than necessity, the young woman having lived her whole life with rarely a change to her environment, "Please, make yourself comfortable Dr. Xavier, I'll see if I can find my mother for you."

Nodding her head to him once she confidently made her way through the room, her soft pink lips parting slightly as she neared the doorway that led into the kitchen, her hand coming up to brush over the already open door as she slipped inside, disappearing as she went on a search for her mother in the last place she had heard her.

"I appreciate the hospitality." Charles commented sincerely before easing himself into a chair, taking a few moments to try and clean up his appearance as best as he could. 

Moving back out the kitchen, this time accompanied by a slightly older though still very beautiful blonde woman, she made her way confidently back to where she knew he had been standing a few moments before she had left in the first place, the older woman smiling warmly as she passed her daughter by, the back of her hand gently brushing against her daughters arm in the direction that she was going, moving around to the seat beside the one he was in the woman sat down, keeping a close eye on her daughter as the young girl moved over to the large piano before taking a seat on the stool.

"Dr. Xavier, my daughter mentioned that you had arrived. My name is Elaine; please forgive my husband for not being present, the life of a general is never truly a settled one." Turning her attention back to where he was seated once she was sure Syleste was okay where she was sitting, she allowed her smile to grow wider while still remaining quite warm, her hands resting softly on her lap as she spoke, "We briefly explained to Syleste about the nature of your visit, however thought it best for you to explain in detail, we did not wish to give her false or incorrect information."

"Of course, I understand completely. It's a pleasure to meet you." Charles responded amicably, keeping his left hand seated atop his cane while his right lay flat against his bad leg, which seemed to almost be dangling in the air; whether this was due to Charles' own intervention or he simply couldn't feel the limb enough to move it was debatable. 

"Your daughter, Mrs. Nioré, is incredibly special. There are certain individuals born with an adaptation in their DNA, an added strand I call the X-Gene. Those who have such a gene are granted the ability to use a variety of powers and abilities, ranging from something as simple as starting a flame in one's hand to manipulating matter at an atomic level. What causes such a mutation is still shrouded in mystery, though I do know it is [/i]highly[i] rare." Charles took a moment of pause, letting them both acknowledge his words before continuing. 

"I have founded a school, along with my good friend Dr. Erik Lehnsherr to house these gifted individuals, these [/i]mutants[i], as we typically call them. It provides a safe and welcoming environment for them to learn more about their abilities, to learn to control them better. Our funds are....low and we're forced to operate out of a...less-than-ideal building. But I find that it's the [/i]fellowship[i] that's far more important than fancy technologies." Charles finished with a soft smile, shifting in his seat slightly. 

"My husband and I couldn't agree with you more, and it's unfortunate that we have been unable to provide our daughter with the luxury of constant friendship due to the job and current position that he upholds. We wish for nothing but the best for her, and her safety and happiness is our first priority..." Frowning slightly Elaine allowed her worry to cross over her features as she turned her head watching her daughter as she crossed her ankles under the piano stool, lifting her hand up from her lap she rubbed her forehead for a moment before turning back to Charles.

"If it is alright with you, I would like to hear more about these facilities... I want to give her every opportunity in life that I can, however, I just want to know that I'm making the right choice for my daughter's future..." Sitting forward in her chair she perched herself on the edge, her fingers nervously playing with themselves as she waited for the answers that she sought, answers that would help her provide her daughter with the future she needed.

"The War's end and the effects of the Great Depression have severely limited our options for a school building. The best facility Dr. Lehnsherr and I could find was an old bar, which we refurbished to the best of our abilities. The building had an additional military bunker added to the basement for any emergency purposes, as well as functioning as the dormitories and classroom for the school. We currently have three teachers, including myself, and we are all highly qualified for our respective classes. My own abilities enable me to....monitor things, [/i]very[i] accurately to ensure all students are safe and sound. Any and all alcohol on the premises is banned to those underage, but most, if not all of our students are eighteen or older, which will give Syleste her own peer group." Charles explained, trying to be as straightforward and honest as possible. 

"You share in this same x-gene as my daughter, Dr. Xavier..? It is comforting to know that she won't be on her own throughout her life, that she might finally be able to have friends in which she has in common... Though I do still hold worry over her well-being..." Sighing softly she lowered her gaze down to her hands in her lap, watching as she picked at one of her nails, her mind filled with worry and doubts about the whole situation, "Her condition... It will set her apart from the rest of the children-..."

"My mother worries about me too much. My parents are scared that my blindness will keep me from being able to fit in with any of the others who go to your school." Lifting her hand up Syleste gently brushed back some of her long blonde locks, neatly tucking them back behind her ear as she spoke the words she knew her mother was trying to avoid saying out loud for them all to hear.

"Yes, I share the same genetic trait, though my abilities, like hers, are more subtle in nature. I'm what's known as a telepath." Charles explained briefly before moving his right hand up to the side of his temple, his eyes falling on Elaine. 

Images instantly began to flood his mind, playing in front of him like a hundred cinemas at once: images of bullying, of cruelty, of late nights spent comforting a sobbing daughter.

Wincing sharply as though he had been struck by a sharp blow to the cheek, Charles lowered his hand abruptly, a certain heaviness settling in his heart. 

"Syleste has...experienced what many mutants have gone through, though her own abuse was not even due to her mutation. What I'm offering you, Mrs. Nioré is a safe haven for her. I cannot guarantee that every student will not bring up her blindness at some point or another; teenagers are teenagers. But I can assure you with [/i]complete[i] sincerity that she will experience no abuse or bullying in my school." Charles finished with resolve in his voice, a certain confidence to his words, as though he, himself believed them wholeheartedly. 

"She has been through much... Most of these things, these cruel and nasty things, by those she has grown up around, and I understand that my husband and I can't protect her from this... It is something she will always have to live with, and here she will have to live with it each and every time she encounters those she's grown up knowing." Biting her lower lip as she thought about what Charles had said, Elaine continued to stare down at her lap for a few moments longer before she finally lifted her gaze back up to meet his, her lip slipping from between her teeth as she continued on, giving him her final answer on his offer.

"We just want her to have the best chance that she can have... and from what you've told me, her best chance is with you, at this school, where she will have that fresh start to make friends, ones that accept her for who she is... You have our full co-operation and support, we would like to take you up on your offer, however..." Pausing for a moment she lowered her gaze, her head turning as she glanced over at where Syleste was sitting silently once more, her eyes fixated on that of her daughters, "..The final choice is hers to make..."

"You won't regret your decision." Charles assured with a small smile to the both of them, though he grew quiet to let the girl think and decide for herself. 

"You want me to leave and go with this man..? But... we barely even know him..." Biting her lower lip softly Syleste shook her head, her hands slipping away from one another as she let them drop from her lap, her palms resting on the piano stool for a few moments before she turned herself around on it, her back now facing the both of them as she turned her head down, her unseeing eyes fixated on the keys of the piano, lifting her hand up she let her fingers brush lightly over the ivory as she let her mind wander over the things that she had heard during the conversation, her already cloudy eyes seeming to glaze over slightly as she allowed herself to be lost in her own thoughts.

"I'm asking you to take a leap of faith." Charles replied in a serious, yet open tone, slowly rising up from his chair with great emphasis on his cane before limping towards her spot on the piano stool. 

"You know..." He began, switching subjects for a brief moment as he took in her apparent fondness for the instrument. "I do have a piano at the school I like to play from time to time. I find it brings me comfort and solace when I need time to be alone, to think. I'd be more than happy to let you play it, if you'd like." Charles offered with a small half-smile, letting his free hand glide along the smooth shined surface of the instrument. 

"You know how to play?" Turning her head in the direction of his voice she furrowed her brows curiously, her head tilting as she listened to what he was saying to her, his offer at being able to use the piano that they had at the school adding temptation to her answer, though her life on the base was all that she knew, and leaving her family was a daunting thought in any case.

Dropping her attention back down to the keys she lightly pressed down on one of them, the note soft though still ringing out around the room they were occupying, "My father likes to sit and listen to me when I practice... I know that he wants me to go with you. He wants me to say yes and go to this school..."

"Don't do what your father would want you to do, Syleste. Do what [/i]you[i] want to do. This is one-hundred percent [/i]your[i] choice. If you don't think you're comfortable leaving or that you'd rather stay home, then tell me and I'll walk right out this door." Charles reassured her sincerely. He could sympathize with her, honestly. It was one thing to be a mutant...but to be encountered by a stranger and potentially leave your family for an unknown amount of time to follow said-stranger to a school of [/i]other[i] strangers? 

"This isn't an easy decision, I know. It will require bravery and [/i]hope[i]." Charles added, his tone empathetic. 

"You have to ask yourself honestly: Do you want this? If you think you do, then I guarantee my school will be the best place for you. But don't rush - think." 

"Hope..." Sighing softly she let her fingers glide over the keys before she let them slip off the piano altogether, her hand dropping back down to her lap as she thought about all the reasons and promises at a better life that had been offered, "I want to belong... To not get teased by people I thought were my friends..."

Turning her head she looked back to where she could smell his cologne, her brows furrowing slightly as she tilted her head, "If I go with you, would I be able to see my parents still..? Or is that not allowed..?"

"You'll be in an environment with people [/i]like[i] you, Syleste. You won't have to worry about being teased. We're a school of teased people, of teenagers who felt they should hide who they are for fear of being made fun of, discriminated, or potentially even physically attacked." Charles began, though he took a few moments to think towards the second point of her question. 

"We'd like it if each student spent the first week or two taking time for themselves to get used to the school's environment and to get to know their classmates. But after that period there's nothing wrong with making a phone call or sending a letter." He explained in a reasonable tone, gaze falling to Syleste's mother to gauge her reaction or opinion. 

"So... I won't be able to see them other then when I'm asleep..." Turning her head she let her unseeing gaze turn over to where she believed her mother was sitting, the older woman shifting under the cloudy gaze before turning her head down to look at her hands. Lifting her hand up, Syleste ran her fingers through her hair, pushing it back off her face as she thought about what to do, "..I see... I guess I can see them in my sleep... I really do want a chance at fitting in and being normal..."

"Then I urge you to [/i]take[i] that chance, to learn more about yourself and others." Charles replied in an unwavering tone. He could see it, the confliction. She wanted the opportunity, but didn't want to leave her family for so long. 

Charles couldn't help but feel a slight pang of bitterness inside. When he was young, it was a treat to even [/i]see[i] his parents, let alone be able to talk to them as a family should. 

Nodding slowly at first, she turned her head back down to face the keys of the piano that she was sitting in front of, her hand returning back to her lap as she thought about the decision she was making, her fingers playing with the folds of her dress at the realization that she might not be able to see her family again, "I understand... I would like to take a place within you're school... if that is okay..."

Unable to help the wide smile that crossed his features, Charles responded with a simple, "Of course." 

He looked back once more at Syleste's mother before expounding, "We don't have much, yet, so we encourage each student to bring whatever furnishings they would like for their dormitory, so long as they can carry it." 

Nodding in understanding, Elaine stood up, her feet carrying her across the room and over to where they were, her hand lifting up to rest softly on her daughters shoulder, doing her best to keep the sadness she felt out of her voice, though she was unable to keep the worry from flashing across her eyes, the woman obviously not wanting her daughter to see how hard it was for her to let her go, "Unfortunately my daughter is not able to carry too much on her own, the last few times have ended with visits from the nurse that works here on base..."

Lifting her hand up from her daughters shoulder, she ran her fingers through Syleste's hair, staying silent for a few moments as she gently smoothed it out, her hand eventually coming to a rest back where it had begun, "Is there any possible way to get around this? I would take her all the way to the school myself, however I'm needed here, I will only be able to take her as far as seeing her off at the station."

"I can make an arrangement with the station, see about keeping her luggage secure until it's time for her trip. Does that sound adequate?" Charles responded kindly, now resting both hands on his cane as he looked at Elaine, a soft smile on his face. 

"Thank you Professor, I think we can make those arrangements work." Smiling softly Elaine nodded, her hand gently slipping from her daughters shoulder so that she was now rubbing her back, her mind wandering back over the conversation to make sure that she had all the details that she needed to help get her daughter ready for the life that was awaiting her, "I'll be sure to have all her things ready and waiting. Just let me know where she's going and when you need her there by, and I'll be sure to make arrangements to get her there."[/i]

[h2][i]Present Day...[/i][/h2]
[h3][i]9.03am - October 26th, 1946.[/i][/h3]

Biting her lower lip softly as she felt the car she had been riding in slowed to a stop, she turned her head towards where she she could feel the door pressing against her arm, her light blue unseeing eyes staring out at what she could only imagine was the bar in which she was supposed to be starting school, the nerves bubbling away in her stomach causing her to turn her attention down to her lap, her fingers lightly playing with the hem of her dress. Jumping slightly as she heard the door opening beside her, she lifted her head back up, her soft pink lips parting slightly as she felt a warm touch brushing lightly against her hand, letting her know that the man that had been driving her where she needed to go was ready to help her out of the car, "Miss. Nioré, we've arrived at the location that you're mother advised me to bring you... However, the address seems to be the location of an old run down bar..."

"Oh, no... That's correct, I'm meeting someone here. You have brought me to the right place, please don't worry about that." Shifting her hand slightly she took a hold of his, using his guidance and help to step out of the car and into the fresh air, the light rain only falling down onto her for a few moments before she could hear the droplets of water splashing down on the material of the umbrella that had been opened above her head. Reaching out she tilted her head, waiting until she felt the cold metal of the handle brush against her fingers before she took a hold of it, the umbrella sheltering her from the light rain, the gentle pressure of a hand pushing against the small of her back causing her to look around for a moment, allowing the man to lead her up the curb and over the path, stopping only when she was standing just to the side of the door.

"Are you sure this is where you're meeting your friend, Miss Nioré? I'd hate to leave you alone in the rain if there is any possibility that they won't be showing for you..." Smiling sweetly at his concern she nodded her head in understanding, her hand lifting up to lightly brush the small strands of hair back off her face, "I'm positive, there's no need to worry about me Sir. I'm not the only one who is meeting here this morning, the others should be along very soon."

"Okay, if you're sure... Though, this place really does look abandoned..." Dropping one of her hands from the handle of the umbrella as she nodded once more, she let her unseeing gaze drop down to the [url=https://31.media.tumblr.com/f58aea113fbd2e8dc514d231aeb3ce1b/tumblr_inline_nfu2ly8WMc1s6lw3t.jpg]outfit[/url] that her mother had helped her pick out the morning before, her hand smoothing the out whatever wrinkles may have accumulated during the drive from the station to the bar. The sound of her suitcases hitting the pavement at her feet causing her to look back up, a soft and gentle smile gracing her features as she thanked the man who had been kind enough to help her more than her mother had asked him to.

Bringing her hand up she gave a small wave in his general direction, the sound of the car starting up and getting further away causing her to lower her arm back down, her smile fading slowly as she kept silent, unsure as to whether she would even be able to get inside or not. He had told her the place looked run down and abandoned, so maybe she was early... Shifting slightly on the spot she leant over, her fingertips gliding over the top of her suitcases, one by one pulling them both closer into her, she could wait... Even if no one was here yet, there was bound to be someone showing up eventually.