Hank had no problems with allowing Heidi follow along. Perhaps the could help show Jurgen around. The only thing that she was worried about was that Jurgen was clearly excited to see Hank, and the conversation the two might have might leave Heidi in the dust. On the other hand, she was volunteering to be social, which was a big step up for her.
"We have the danger room down below for stretching our abilities, Jurgen." Hank smiled rather slyly. He was curious to see the full capabilities of Jurgen's mutations. While all of Hank's mutations led into his bestial form, Jurgen seemed to offer more. Perhaps this was the strange way of telling Hank that Jurgen was to be his replacement, and that Hank should become a mentor for the boy.
Who knew?
Emma, whether Rosemary was aware of it or not, had tapped into the girl's mind to see the images play out as she retold them. This was the best way for her to assess the situation. She could feel the images in Rose's mind, no longer wanting to call her by her given name if Rosemary herself didn't want it.
She remained quiet throughout the story. She could understand the girl on a level that few could understand, even without telepathic powers. Before she had mastered her mental mutation, she was forced to do more physical persuasions.
"So." Emma stated, sitting tall and proud in Booker's chair. "Is Mary your surname? Or are you simply Rosemary?" Her first question might have seemed like a strange one, but it had more purpose than just what Emma herself should call the girl in her mind. Which ever answer she picked, Emma made a note of it, and proceeded, no matter what she might try to ask back. "I'm no teacher here," She chuckled. "but I will grant you permission to use my first name however you like."
"Gift or curse, your mutation is physical adaptation." Something that didn't need to be said, especially after Emma witnessed her in the women's bathroom back at the Greensend Bank. Emma had seen worse, but maybe this wasn't a job for just Emma. Mystique was a good choice for a pep talk, but real body positivity came from Hank McCoy. "If you are religious, perhaps this is your choice deity giving you another option. Perhaps you feel as this is the ultimate curse, being unable to die after the world has already killed who you are."
She paused, letting the words sink in. "Rose Mary, your new name. The Xavier Academy, your new home. Have the X-Men become your new family? Your mutation aside, these are choices you have given yourself. Charles can be a terrifying man when using all of his power, but he will never force anyone to stay here. He learned that lesson long ago. You wanted to come here, so here you are." Her eyes closed, her form turning a pale grey, then clear. Her body had turned into a living diamond, her secondary ability compared to her telepathy.
"We're close, you and I. I was presumed dead after the fall of the Hellfire club many, many years ago. I was found, captured by Bolivar Trask. He experimented on me, but I escaped again, ensuring that Emma Frost was completely dead. But, I found myself at the Massachusetts Academy. I manipulated my way to the top without being seen or recognized, and turned it into my own Xavier Academy." A single foot planted into the ground spun the chair softly from side to side, her body turning back into flesh. "At first it was to overthrow Xavier with my own mutants, my Warlocks. But they became my children. My family. I explained my terms to you before, so I need not say them again. You have had it far worse than I can truly imagine, but I do believe that I can attempt to understand the pain that you have gone through."
She leaned close, offering a small smile. "You are safe here, in the house that explodes every other year. Catch up on time. Don't let the past control you, but let it remind you that we are all here to make the world a better place, up in front next to Scott Summers, or further in the back with me."
"We have the danger room down below for stretching our abilities, Jurgen." Hank smiled rather slyly. He was curious to see the full capabilities of Jurgen's mutations. While all of Hank's mutations led into his bestial form, Jurgen seemed to offer more. Perhaps this was the strange way of telling Hank that Jurgen was to be his replacement, and that Hank should become a mentor for the boy.
Who knew?
Emma, whether Rosemary was aware of it or not, had tapped into the girl's mind to see the images play out as she retold them. This was the best way for her to assess the situation. She could feel the images in Rose's mind, no longer wanting to call her by her given name if Rosemary herself didn't want it.
She remained quiet throughout the story. She could understand the girl on a level that few could understand, even without telepathic powers. Before she had mastered her mental mutation, she was forced to do more physical persuasions.
"So." Emma stated, sitting tall and proud in Booker's chair. "Is Mary your surname? Or are you simply Rosemary?" Her first question might have seemed like a strange one, but it had more purpose than just what Emma herself should call the girl in her mind. Which ever answer she picked, Emma made a note of it, and proceeded, no matter what she might try to ask back. "I'm no teacher here," She chuckled. "but I will grant you permission to use my first name however you like."
"Gift or curse, your mutation is physical adaptation." Something that didn't need to be said, especially after Emma witnessed her in the women's bathroom back at the Greensend Bank. Emma had seen worse, but maybe this wasn't a job for just Emma. Mystique was a good choice for a pep talk, but real body positivity came from Hank McCoy. "If you are religious, perhaps this is your choice deity giving you another option. Perhaps you feel as this is the ultimate curse, being unable to die after the world has already killed who you are."
She paused, letting the words sink in. "Rose Mary, your new name. The Xavier Academy, your new home. Have the X-Men become your new family? Your mutation aside, these are choices you have given yourself. Charles can be a terrifying man when using all of his power, but he will never force anyone to stay here. He learned that lesson long ago. You wanted to come here, so here you are." Her eyes closed, her form turning a pale grey, then clear. Her body had turned into a living diamond, her secondary ability compared to her telepathy.
"We're close, you and I. I was presumed dead after the fall of the Hellfire club many, many years ago. I was found, captured by Bolivar Trask. He experimented on me, but I escaped again, ensuring that Emma Frost was completely dead. But, I found myself at the Massachusetts Academy. I manipulated my way to the top without being seen or recognized, and turned it into my own Xavier Academy." A single foot planted into the ground spun the chair softly from side to side, her body turning back into flesh. "At first it was to overthrow Xavier with my own mutants, my Warlocks. But they became my children. My family. I explained my terms to you before, so I need not say them again. You have had it far worse than I can truly imagine, but I do believe that I can attempt to understand the pain that you have gone through."
She leaned close, offering a small smile. "You are safe here, in the house that explodes every other year. Catch up on time. Don't let the past control you, but let it remind you that we are all here to make the world a better place, up in front next to Scott Summers, or further in the back with me."
