Hoshiko
Hoshiko said:
"This has all be very much to be confronted with."
Wes nodded slightly as he listened to what Hoshiko had to say. “Ms. Mai, I know that this is a lot to take in such a short period of time. We did not invite you and the others here to be guinea pigs in mutant experiments. We invited you here to teach you and the others how to develop your powers, and how to cope with them. We are not training you for anything specific.” He paused then, and glanced down the hallways as the others began to emerge from the medical lab. “What will you do, then?”
All
The computer lab was located on the opposite side of the building. It was a large room, where fifty computers had been set up within the room for student use. After the brief look at the computer lab, they went down to the first floor. There, they were shown the administration office, and the offices of the dean and the assistant deans. They were also shown the recreation room, decorated with a number of comfortable-looking chairs and couches, a fire place, a television and a couple pool tables.
With the tour of the first and second floors complete, Ms. Cross now lead the group past the cafeteria, and down a flight of stairs. At the bottom of the stairs was a small room with plain white walls, and a tile floor. One wall was dominated by a white metal door, roughly seven feet tall and three feet wide, though there was no door knob. Beside the recess, a small red light glowed on the wall.
“This is the entrance to our more advanced training facilities,” Ms. Cross explained as the group crowded into the room. “Security beyond this point is quite strict, and you will be required to wear the rings that you were given at all times while in this area. If you do not, the security system will not recognize you, and it will react to you in a manner that is most… unpleasant.” She smiled grimly at this, before holding her ring up to the red light. It blinked once, before turning green, and the door slid open.
James
Rose sat very still throughout James’ tirade, with her head lowered and her hands resting on her knees. She listens to him intently, not trying to speak until he said all he had wanted to say. She seems patient through most of his speech, though when he moves to strike the tree, she looks up sharply, breathing a soft sigh when he avoids hitting it. “I understand what it is like to be angry and frightened, James. And no, you have not outstayed your welcome. But if you insist upon leaving, I hope that you will come back to visit me.”
A young man dressed in a pair of black slacks and a green shirt met him at the entrance of the garden. He regarded James with a measure of interest through a pair of grey eyes. “Are you James? Wes sent me to make sure you get caught up with the rest of the group.”
