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Title: The New Mutants, Volume III: Show & Tell
Author:
kanedax
Spoilers: X3
Pairings (if any): None in this chapter
Summary: In their first day of classes, Professor Cassidy bores the students with a lecture, then proceeds to get down to business.
Notes: This is part three of what I'm hoping will be a continuing series of the Xavier Academy following the events of X3. As usual, I do not own any of these characters, nor do I own any of the creations of Stan "The Man" Lee. But if I did, do you really think I'd be writing about them here?
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“Let’s not beat around the bush. Everyone knows why you’re here.”
The echoes of the room, combined with his thick accent (“Lass no beet aroun’ tha boosh.”), made it a little more difficult to understand the words coming out of Sean Cassidy’s mouth. Instead of being a detriment, however, he knew that the students were even more focused on every word that he said.
“Dr. MacTaggert can teach you science. Professor Frost can teach English. History. Philosophy. Mr. Forge can teach you how to build an engine from scratch.
“But those things are taught in every other school, every other college, in the country. They’re fringe benefits to your true purpose.”
He paused for dramatic effect. His face was serious, but his eyes shone with a glimmer of excitement.
This isn’t the dope who was sitting in front of us yesterday, Lucas thought, the one who Theresa shrunk from when he waved.
This guy’s got an edge to him.
“Mutants.” The word rang in the large, metal-walled room in which the five young students sat.
“I’m a mutant,” Cassidy continued. “Professor Frost and Mr. Forge are mutants. These two,” he motioned to the two teenagers behind him, one sitting, the other leaning against the back wall, “are mutants.
“You are a mutant.”
Cassidy placed his hands behind his back, the two pieces of fabric that attached his forearms to his sides flapping gently at his movements. What are those supposed to be, Lucas thought. Sails?
“There are many, many mutants in the world,” Cassidy said. “More than most would believe. The general public was given a glimpse of our numbers when The Cure was released to the public. Hundreds of mutants lined up. Many had never come out as mutants before then, and many probably never will.
“Mutation can take on many forms. For every mutant who can control metal, turn into rock, or blast a hole through a battleship, there are literally a thousand whose mutation is nothing more than a sixth toe, a little webbing on the hands, or the ability to make rainbows come out of their fingertips.”
“It’d make one hell of a bar trick, though,” Arthur said, drawing the laughter of the group.
“The truth of the matter is,” Cassidy continued, smirking in spite of himself, “that most mutants are what are considered Class 1 and Class 2 mutants. They don’t need our direct assistance, as their mutations are minor enough where they can easily get by without any special training or education.
“You all, however, are different. Your powers were registered by Cerebro as Class 3 or better. Your potential is high. And, honestly, the risk to yourself or others is just as high, if not higher.
“That’s where I come in.”
Sean reached into his pocket, pulling out a small remote control, punching a couple of buttons. Jimmy and Alison jumped in their seats as a brick wall appeared out of thin air next to him.
“This is the Danger Room,” Cassidy explained. “It serves two purposes. The first is as a training room for the X-Men, the group of former students and faculty, like Bobby and Kitty back there, who do the whole world-saving bit. If you choose to stick around after you graduate, there may be a place for you.
“But the second function is far more important. This is the room where you will train. And I don’t mean ‘train’ as in fighting big, nasty robots. I mean ‘train’ as in focusing your power, harnessing your power, and ultimately controlling it.
“After that happens, when you feel the relief of knowing that you can use your powers to the advantage of yourself or the world around you, you can decide what’s next. Stick around. Help out the school, and the students who come after you. Possibly join the X-Men.
“Or just head out and live your life. Mutations can take on many forms, and can also serve purposes beyond fighting the Big Evil.”
He paused, smiling.
“Take mine, for instance,” he said, the tone never changing, but the volume so great that it caused the students to cover their ears.
“My mutant ability to control my voice,” he continued, bringing it back down to a normal pitch, “has a multitude of uses. I can increase the volume, perfect for lecture halls or baseball announcers.
“Or throw it…” the voice said from behind them. “Fun for theatre.”
“Lower the pitch.” Cassidy opened his mouth, and no sound came out. Within a few moments, however, everyone in the room was reaching for their rumbling abdomen. The feeling just as quickly ended after he closed his mouth.
“That one’s good for crowd control,” he said, almost giggling in spite of himself. “Nothing’ll stop a riot quite like some fun intestinal problems. And, finally, there’s…”
Cassidy opened his mouth again, and the room was filled with a high-pitched squeal. He threw his arms out, and slowly lifted off the ground, the cloth under his arms flapping with some unfelt wind.
“Vibrating air molecules,” his voice announced, yet he never moved his mouth to match the words. His head turned towards the brick wall, which suddenly exploded backwards, fading out before it could slam into the metal wall behind it.
Cassidy glided gently to the ground, and the wailing ceased.
“One of the first lessons you will learn at Xavier Academy,” he continued as though nothing happened, “is to not be ashamed of your powers. To me, the first part of that is to not hide them. Everyone here is a mutant, everyone here has their own powers.
“Best way to not hide them is to show them off.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” he announced, walking towards the door, and motioning the others to follow, “if you will all follow me.
“Your first lesson: Show and Tell.”
Previous Chapter (The Life of Brian) / Next Chapter (Party Time)
Author:
kanedax
Spoilers: X3
Pairings (if any): None in this chapter
Summary: In their first day of classes, Professor Cassidy bores the students with a lecture, then proceeds to get down to business.
Notes: This is part three of what I'm hoping will be a continuing series of the Xavier Academy following the events of X3. As usual, I do not own any of these characters, nor do I own any of the creations of Stan "The Man" Lee. But if I did, do you really think I'd be writing about them here?
Previous Chapter (The Life of Brian) / Next Chapter (Party Time)
“Let’s not beat around the bush. Everyone knows why you’re here.”
The echoes of the room, combined with his thick accent (“Lass no beet aroun’ tha boosh.”), made it a little more difficult to understand the words coming out of Sean Cassidy’s mouth. Instead of being a detriment, however, he knew that the students were even more focused on every word that he said.
“Dr. MacTaggert can teach you science. Professor Frost can teach English. History. Philosophy. Mr. Forge can teach you how to build an engine from scratch.
“But those things are taught in every other school, every other college, in the country. They’re fringe benefits to your true purpose.”
He paused for dramatic effect. His face was serious, but his eyes shone with a glimmer of excitement.
This isn’t the dope who was sitting in front of us yesterday, Lucas thought, the one who Theresa shrunk from when he waved.
This guy’s got an edge to him.
“Mutants.” The word rang in the large, metal-walled room in which the five young students sat.
“I’m a mutant,” Cassidy continued. “Professor Frost and Mr. Forge are mutants. These two,” he motioned to the two teenagers behind him, one sitting, the other leaning against the back wall, “are mutants.
“You are a mutant.”
Cassidy placed his hands behind his back, the two pieces of fabric that attached his forearms to his sides flapping gently at his movements. What are those supposed to be, Lucas thought. Sails?
“There are many, many mutants in the world,” Cassidy said. “More than most would believe. The general public was given a glimpse of our numbers when The Cure was released to the public. Hundreds of mutants lined up. Many had never come out as mutants before then, and many probably never will.
“Mutation can take on many forms. For every mutant who can control metal, turn into rock, or blast a hole through a battleship, there are literally a thousand whose mutation is nothing more than a sixth toe, a little webbing on the hands, or the ability to make rainbows come out of their fingertips.”
“It’d make one hell of a bar trick, though,” Arthur said, drawing the laughter of the group.
“The truth of the matter is,” Cassidy continued, smirking in spite of himself, “that most mutants are what are considered Class 1 and Class 2 mutants. They don’t need our direct assistance, as their mutations are minor enough where they can easily get by without any special training or education.
“You all, however, are different. Your powers were registered by Cerebro as Class 3 or better. Your potential is high. And, honestly, the risk to yourself or others is just as high, if not higher.
“That’s where I come in.”
Sean reached into his pocket, pulling out a small remote control, punching a couple of buttons. Jimmy and Alison jumped in their seats as a brick wall appeared out of thin air next to him.
“This is the Danger Room,” Cassidy explained. “It serves two purposes. The first is as a training room for the X-Men, the group of former students and faculty, like Bobby and Kitty back there, who do the whole world-saving bit. If you choose to stick around after you graduate, there may be a place for you.
“But the second function is far more important. This is the room where you will train. And I don’t mean ‘train’ as in fighting big, nasty robots. I mean ‘train’ as in focusing your power, harnessing your power, and ultimately controlling it.
“After that happens, when you feel the relief of knowing that you can use your powers to the advantage of yourself or the world around you, you can decide what’s next. Stick around. Help out the school, and the students who come after you. Possibly join the X-Men.
“Or just head out and live your life. Mutations can take on many forms, and can also serve purposes beyond fighting the Big Evil.”
He paused, smiling.
“Take mine, for instance,” he said, the tone never changing, but the volume so great that it caused the students to cover their ears.
“My mutant ability to control my voice,” he continued, bringing it back down to a normal pitch, “has a multitude of uses. I can increase the volume, perfect for lecture halls or baseball announcers.
“Or throw it…” the voice said from behind them. “Fun for theatre.”
“Lower the pitch.” Cassidy opened his mouth, and no sound came out. Within a few moments, however, everyone in the room was reaching for their rumbling abdomen. The feeling just as quickly ended after he closed his mouth.
“That one’s good for crowd control,” he said, almost giggling in spite of himself. “Nothing’ll stop a riot quite like some fun intestinal problems. And, finally, there’s…”
Cassidy opened his mouth again, and the room was filled with a high-pitched squeal. He threw his arms out, and slowly lifted off the ground, the cloth under his arms flapping with some unfelt wind.
“Vibrating air molecules,” his voice announced, yet he never moved his mouth to match the words. His head turned towards the brick wall, which suddenly exploded backwards, fading out before it could slam into the metal wall behind it.
Cassidy glided gently to the ground, and the wailing ceased.
“One of the first lessons you will learn at Xavier Academy,” he continued as though nothing happened, “is to not be ashamed of your powers. To me, the first part of that is to not hide them. Everyone here is a mutant, everyone here has their own powers.
“Best way to not hide them is to show them off.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” he announced, walking towards the door, and motioning the others to follow, “if you will all follow me.
“Your first lesson: Show and Tell.”
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