A Room

[preacher]

"It's not a hammock in the jungle, but its ok."

To be sure, it was Spartan in style. Besides the bed, there was only a dresser and nightstand. It reminded Adam of the little room he stayed in while in El Dorado, although considerably less metallic. But that was in the past and he was in Xavier's Mansion now. Adam dropped his bag just inside next to the doorway, but continued to stand out in the hall. Yes he was tired, but he still wanted to see more of the mansion as well.

[sy]

(OOC: *shoves Adam in* I gotta date with a non-alien)

Sy walked in before Adam, even as his cousin stood outside the door. He wasn't really tired after his big meal of mac and cheese, and wanted to stalk around the mansion a bit, as he'd only arrived himself a few days before and hadn't seen much yet, with his adversion to technology.

"Bed, if you sleep on those," he pointed to a perfectly made bed that obviously had not seen the mutant in it since his arrival, "bathroom down the hall, if you feel the need." He opened one of the dresser drawers and grabbed out a pair of pants and a shirt. "Extra clothes." But he didn't hand them over to his cousin, instead Sy threw the shirt over his head and then changed out of his baggy dead-guy pants and into a fresh pair.

"I'll be around. They've got all sorts of technology around here, I'm sure you can figure out a way to find me if you need me. Or someone else for that matter."

[oracle]

Sibylinka drifted down the hallway towards the girl's dorms, the tiny bells on her skirt tinkling, light coloured fabrics with mirrored circles making her look like a faded photograph of a southern european circus performer. Her white-blue hair floated behind her and she didn't really watch where she was going, thinking of Piotr and the conversation they'd just had about the boy who'd betrayed the X-Men for the Brotherhood. Such an interesting story.

So she didn't see the boy as she passed by the doorway, and when he backed out to shut the door, they nearly collided. Sibyl took a step back, gasping a little. Looking up, she offered a distant sort of smile. It made her look regal, some pale empress of an exotic land.

"Forgive me," She said in a thick eastern european accent.

[sy]

Sy gave his cousin one last "enjoy your nap," before backing out of the room and shutting the door before him. But he hadn't been paying attention, and had nearly run over a very pale girl on his exit. It was a good thing he'd put a shirt on, or he very well could have killed her. That was the problem with women and Sy, unfortunatly; he was always going to be a bachelor.

"Forgive me,"

"Oh, forgiven," Sy said and waved a hand like it was nothing. "You just may want to be more careful next time, not all the gods here are the type you want to go bumping into." He'd never seen this girl before, but it didn't necessarily mean she was new, since he was so new himself.

"I'm Poseidon, God of the Sea. Which Goddess might you be?" He was smiling, and not at all joking about being a goddess - it was just his assumption.

[oracle]

Oracle backed up a pace just to see him, and the most curious look crossed her face... she smiled slowly, tilting her head a bit.

"Before I came here, some called me the Oracle of Dragomiresti." She looked him over. It could have been flirtatious, were she not merely sizing him up. "I thought it was against the rules to call yourself a god around here." She looked around as if cautious anyone might be listening.

And then she laughed a bit, crossing her arms.

[sy]

"Ahh, an Oracle." Sy gave her a more appreciative look, for not arguing right off that she was in no way a god or goddess like all the others here. Dragomiresti... he wondered where that was? Obviously no where near the jungles he'd come from himself, based on her skin and accent.

"I thought it was against the rules to call yourself a god around here."

Sy smiled wide as she laughed at her own statement, finding a kindred spirit in this house of self-depreciation. "It is, but I know what I am, and I wont let them tell me otherwise." In fact, the next person who said so to him may get a jawfull of nematocyte-covered fist, as much as Sy was getting annoyed at hearing that rule.

"So, Oracle," he said with a smile and began to walk down the hall with her, "how long have you had to suffer through their rules here?"

[oracle]

She followed after, jingling softly in the hallway. Her hands folded behind her back.

"Only a day, actually," she said, blushing a bit. Not likely a good idea to knock on everything the school was about. "I was sent here by my adopted father, because I did not get along with the children at public school." Her use of the word was indicative of her attitude about them, even if her tone had not said enough.

"And you?"

[sy]

The sound of her jingling clothing was pleasant. Dim and in the background, unlike the rest of the mansion that was in your face with its technology and rules and 'mutants'. He found it soothing to walk beside her and her little chimes.

"I've been here about a week. And all I've heard so far is that I am not a god, and that techology is the new god." He couldn't empathize with her school problems, having never been in a school himself, and the other children his age being frightened of him even before his powers arrived.

He turned to her with a smile, although he was still making his way down the hall. "First day here and you've already run into the bad crowd. Good luck to you."

[oracle]

Sibyl laughed, meeting his look with one of her own. "There is much they say here about good and bad. I was speaking with Piotr- the large boy with the steel skin? He was speaking of the Brotherhood. You've heard of them?"

"There was another here that... they say turned his back on them." Her voice lowered, her footsteps slowing in the hallway. "They say he is their leader now. Only a boy, and yet others allow him to lead them? There is more there than they will admit." Looking around, she continued her walk.

"I like what I have seen here. Everyone is very kind, and the... place, it's nice. But I wonder. They are afraid of seeming different than... homo sapiens." Oracle used the word carefully, watching Poseidon with a cautious expression, still unsure he saw things so similarly.

[sy]

Sy nodded at her question. "Yes, I believe I was fighting their plants earlier today. Not much competition if you ask me. The plants were pathetically biotic." He grinned at the memory of taking down one of the giant monsters with no more than his hands and a little sweat.

He listened to her respectfully as she talked of the other who turned his back on Xavier. They'd explained it very shortly to him, the first time he'd called himself a god, trying to show him exactally where hubris got you. Appearantly it got you into a leadership possition over other mutants. Sy couldn't argue with that.

Snorting as she mentioned their fear of seeming different, he had to exert quite a bit of self-control to not bitch at her about their fears. "They are obviously different. They need to embrace it, or things will keep going horribly downhill for them, like in Baltimore. Tell me, what's the point in having these great abilities if you refuse to use them for your beliefs?" They had told him, repeatedly, that they were there to keep humans and mutants alike safe. And had they been willing to use their powers, possibly even hurt the bystanders a little bit, then at least they wouldn't have died... twice. There wouldn't have been such a shit-storm in Baltimore.

[oracle]

Oracle looked sidelong at him, pausing at a banister, resting a delicate white hand there. She was obviously thinking, her voice soft and lyrical when she finally spoke.

"Some have been afraid of my gifts. Of my skin and my colours." She looked up at him with shell-pink eyes. "It isn't difficult to see how narrow their minds, how small their worlds. I am unsure we need to protect them... but if they try to tell us we are inferior... why tolerate that?"

She shook her head, trying to lighten the mood. "I'm glad I've met you. Maybe not everyone thinks the way Miss Monroe does."

[Admin]

"They think we are inferior?" Sy knew that humans - regular humans - were afraid of gods like himself, but to think that someone like Sy was inferior to someone with regular hair and regular sweat? That was absolutely rediculous. It was the most inane thing he'd ever heard. Where he came from they worshiped Sy; they wouldn't have thought of doing otherwise, as he probably would have hurt them... or killed them. He was very indifferent to the difference between the two.

"I'm glad I've met you. Maybe not everyone thinks the way Miss Monroe does."

A smile spread across his face at her words and he looked over at her endearingly. "I'm glad to have met you too, Oracle. Miss Monroe is certainly not the diffinitive source of information."

[oracle]

"They..." she indicated around them with one slender white finger. "Think we are. Even when they won't admit it, the still think we are freaks. Otherwise they would not go about apologizing for themselves." It was an opinion she'd carried before she ever came here, and one she'd see so often in other mutants.

Looking across the landing towards the girl's dorms, she smiled back at him. "I should be sleeping. But you... you'll be around, dah?" Another slow, pale smile. "We should talk more."

With a jingle of bells, she turned to go. "Goodnight, Poseidon."

[sy]

Nodding to himself at the truth of her statement, he followed her gaze across the landing. It wasn't as if they'd told him he could never go over there or anything, but it seemed a natural place to part ways.

"Si, I'll be around. Can't think of where else I'd go just yet." He returned her smile and nodded his goodnight as he watched her walk over the landing, his eyes following the little bells sewn into the hem of her skirt. "Goodnight, Oracle."