Assigned

[oracle]

Sibyl blinked, watching anger glaze over his features as quickly as the steel had moments before.

She'd heard about all that had happened. Heard, but not seen.

"He was... responsible for that?" her voice was small, soft, somewhat horrified. It didn't seem like she understood how it could have happened.

"And just a boy, you say. A student. Piotr, how could a young man suddenly turn so sharply, all on his own? Did he have no one influencing him?"

[tingrin]

"He is under nobody's influence but his own." He folded his arms across his chest. "There was a time when we thought he would turn away from the path he chose many years ago. But...no, that did not happen." Not since his display of fireworks on the porch of Bobby Drake’s parents had any of them really doubted where his loyalties would eventually lie.

The betrayal had stung all of them deeply, for different reasons, but this was the first suggestion that perhaps he hadn't done it all under his own steam...Piotr shook his head.

"He is not under any control but his own," he repeated. It was obvious, however, that he wasn't too sure of his own words. Perhaps…

No.

[oracle]

She nodded. It wasn't really her place to say otherwise.

Patting his arm warmly, she looked to the doorway.

"Did I ruin the tour before it got started?" Looking back at him with a smile, she gestured him out of the kitchem.

"Come. Show me around." The small bells on the end of her skirt jingled as she moved, fluid and light.

[tingrin]

Glad to be snapped out of his reverie, Piotr nodded, eagerly. "Da," he said. "The tour. I will show you to the dormitory levels first so that you may select a room, leave your things, freshen up...then I will meet you upstairs to show you around properly."

Ever the gentleman, Piotr was, giving her the time to freshen up if she wanted to.

He smiled warmly at her.

"Welcome to the family, Sibylinka. You will love it here."

[oracle]

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