School Scouting

Summary:
August 13 2014: Fenris and Inara talk to Remy about the Institute. Kind of.

In Front of Xavier's Institute

It's a sidewalk and a lawn in front of a big, not often open complex of buildings.


Characters

NPCs

  • Kids

Mood Music:
[* None]


It doesn't… look like a school. I mean, it could be, but from the outside it's… unassuming is not the right word. It's just when Fenris imagines universities, or places of higher learning, they don't look like Xavier's. There he stands, a tall, lean faced, predatory looking, ever so frightening man, eyeing it from the sidewalk with Inara. "Mmmmmm. Are you sure this is the place Amara mentioned?"

*

Inara checks her phone and nods her head. Looking up at the place, it looks more like a large mansion then a school. "This is the address I have, but … I don't want to bother anyone that lives there. This sort of neighborhood, they likely prefer their privacy." She takes a deep breath and finally shakes her head. "I will ask Amara again for the address. I must have written it down wrong."

*

A baseball sails up and over the gate out front of Xavier's institute bounces once then rolls past Inara and Fenris. A young boy perhaps not even ten years old is seen scaling over the top of the mossy-to-vine covered wall. "I got it!"

The youth gets a skinny arm and half his torso over it before he is yanked back down to the other side. "Oh no you dun, you lil scamp. You go on' now, go back up to de kitchen!"

*

A man replaces where that child was, a rakish looking figure wearing a t-shirt, jeans and slip on shoes that look in bad form. His wild mess of dark hair falling over his features as he lands with a whup on the cement only to glance up with a raised eyebrow at the two standing there.

"Oh."

*

The tall man on the sidewalk peers at him with faintly amused curiosity. "Perhaps not." He murmurs to the Persian woman as he goes to retrieve the ball behind him, flipping it in his hand.

"I believe you're looking for this, Mister…?" His voice is rather deep and resonant and despite the fact that he's being quite polite, he's not at all reassuring.

*

In spite of her compatriot's threatening demeanor, the Persian woman looks friendly and somewhat unsure of herself as she looks to the man that just climbed the wall. Her eyes follow where the child must be on the other side of the wall. "Ummm…. excuse me, but this wouldn't happen to be the Xavier's Institute for the Gifted, would it?"

*

"Where I come from down south; usually a person gives their name firs'; it's jus' good manners. Especially when dey on someone elses fron' porch." The man's a rogue, a thief, a conman and criminal wanted in several parts of the world. Remy learned long ago don't go giving your name out first. Plus, yeah, manners.

A sly smile appears upon the man's features and he shines them mutated eyes upon Inara, "It maybe, depend on who askin. If you askin' it be anywhere in de world you wan' it to be, jolie dame. If he be askin', I dunno, it might jus' be a private clubhouse." Straight-backed and standing now the man's shirt is green and reads 'More Cowbell' a well, cowbell neatly center of it.

*

"Cajun. Charming." The tall man murmurs to the Persian woman. He lifts his nose and sniffs the air. "Hmmmmm. Lot of children for a private clubhouse though…" Smiling over at Inara, Fenris leans in to whisper: "I don't think he'll take to me, perhaps you should do the talking?"

*

The woman smiles an exasperated smile at her cohort. "Dear, you're doing that thing again where you're being all terrifying. You're going to scare the children." Having admonished her partner, she holds out a hand to the stranger with a love of percussion instruments. "My name is Inara Bahrami and this is my.. partner, Jeremiah Wolfson. We were told of this place by a young woman named Amara. That it's a school for … very *special* children. Children like our daughter." The flirting is neither ignored nor brought attention to. He is Cajun after all. Expecting him not to flirt would be like asking him not to breath.

*

"REMY's face is his butt and his butt is his face!" Is shouted over the wall followed by a bunch of giggling and laughing. Apparently they think thats one of the funniest things they ever heard.

Remy's grin only grows a little. "Eh well… "

"Where’s the ball?" Another shout.

"You a real bad man you know, keepin' names and kids from enjoyin' their games. Bout you toss dat back over de wall and we try dis again, JerOmiah." Remy tips his head looking towards Inara, "Amara? Hrm. " The bit of defensiveness eases up and he loses some of that tightness to the corners of his lips.

"Be a special place for de right folks. Usually they be comin' to you but I figure if Amara sendin' you." A shrug.

*

'Jeremiah' tosses the ball back over the wall… quite easily considering the distance. "Of course. How silly of me. As Inara said, I'm Jeremiah. We… adopted a young mutant child who is need of some… various kinds of instruction. Amara suggested this place." He looks quizzically over the exterior walls. Why does it look… ah yes. He's been here once before, when he dropped Illyana and Amara off from their night at the club.

*

Inara's smile grows as she hears the children. True, they are human, but they are still children and therefore adorable. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Remy. As Jeremiah said, our daughter is a mutant with a very high energy level. We have been trying to socialize her, and we think she might be ready for an education. But the school would have to be very… understanding of her unique nature.

*

"Dis be de place, I can't much show you aroun' without de proper authorization be from Mrs. Munroe, Wagner or Xavier 'imself. I can stand here an' talk wit you a bit; maybe pass dis message along."

The ball tossed gets a casual, "Merci." Before the man dips back and presses his shoulders to the wall a cigarette being fished out and stuck between his lips, lighting it up he glances at both inara and Jeremiah.

"Yay!"

"Whoah, look how far its going!"

Get it quick!"

*

Fenris chuckles.

"Yes. As I said, we found her in M-Town. She has a unique… condition that makes Inara and I ideal caretakers for her but she could use some socialization."

*

"We didn't know if your school would be in the phone book, considering the nature of your students." She looks towards the voices of the children and smiles. "How hard did you throw it, my love?" she asks with a teasing smile to Jeremiah.

"Crocuta, or Cora as we call her, was abandoned when her mutant aspects came into play. She shapeshifts into a hyena or a large hyena-man hybrid. And when her stress level is very high, she can take on a spirit form. We don't think a regular school would be able to handle her. She's a little… wild."

*

"M-Town an' no family? Dat be a shame." Remy blows a smoke ring watching it while he stands there, listening to the two of them. Hopefully he remembers all of this. "A nice gesture, Cora, huh? I imagine she fit right in here once someone wit more authority den me can handle this. I jus' the guy on de couch." That'll encourage their safe and happy feeling of this place.

"Nah, despite what you see in front of you de folks here real good. They got these kids doin' real well like." A push from the wall and the Cajun thrusts his hands in to his jean pockets. "I make sure someone knows bout dis, you got a number we can reach you at?"

A second later he pulls out his cellphone and starts thumbing around on it.

*

"Well that would be helpful. Cora is sufficiently unique in both power and… mannerism that I think the school should have a chance to see her before taking her on. And perhaps, understand a bit more about her parents as well." Because seriously, even if all goes swimmingly, having a god-wolf's and animal whisperer's child at your school might be complicated.

*

Inara gives a sidelong glance to Jeremiah as she gives her contact information. Not that she actually expects this Remy person to use it for anything other than getting to her about the school, but overprotective god-wolf is overprotective. "We would love to talk with the school's principal or head teacher. We wouldn't be using the boarding house if it's at all possible. We'd like to keep her with us, to help socialize her at home as well."

*

"I dun know how it goes, not sure it work like dat. Maybe. I can say from experience most de students stay here most the year around then go home sometimes to their families. Guess someone more qualified den me explain this later on when they contact you." The information is placed in and he looks up with those eerie black and red eyes.

"I get him to you. Can't right now though, Xavier off on some egghead trip in Asia-Pacific somewhere. Real important like from what I hear."

*

Fenris nods. "Understandable. We do appreciate the… frank talk. Sales pitches are often so polished as to be unhelpful." The tall man hitches his shoulder and looks steadily at the front door. "Out of curiosity, does an Illyana live here with Amara? I ran into them a few weeks back being stalked by some… unsavory types. I wanted to make sure that they weren't given any more trouble about the matter."

Fact is Fenris knows where he can find Illyana, but the idea of associating her with this school interesting to him.

*

"Oh… I see." Inara looks disappointed at the idea of not having her little girl home with her every night. She's still getting used to being a parent and is at the stage where she wants to be with her every waking moment of the day, even with all the hassle. "Thank you so much for your time, Remy. Oh… one last thing, do you have many animals about the place?"

*

"I look like a salesman to you?" Remy grins another of those as that phone disappears; "I can't much give dat information out. If you dun know, you dun know. Get me? JerOmiah." A friendly wink or at least it could be and he looks towards Inara, "Yeah, rough to part wit ones kids but it ain't as bad as it sounds. Real help come from is place. Animals? We got stables full o horses an' some gardens. Lots a birds an' camp ground."

*

Jeremiah isn't deterred by secrets. And he usually respects them. Usually. "There are some special considerations to be taken in this case." He looks over to Inara, knowing she'll catch what he means. The wardings. Cora has a hyperspiritual nature, in the past that has attracted minor spirts and animals. As she matures it will attract other things. If the school doesn't have the requisite expert, he'll have to handle the warding himself, which like as not means a commute back home for Cora, since he wouldn't exactly blame anyone for not wanting arcane sigils filligreed in precious metals all over the walls, floor and ceiling of a good chunk of the place.

*

Inara looks over at Jeremiah with a smile. He knows what she's thinking. Best way for a truly honest answer is to ask an animal. Lifting a hand, she waits and a small sparrow lands on her fingertips. Smiling more warmly to the bird then she did to Remy, she brings it close and speaks softly with it. Let the men talk, bandy about who is the bigger man.

*

Remy's cigarette gets put out and he flicks the butt off in to the road where it neatly hits the grate and rebounds inside. Lucky shot! Not really; the man is a marksman and then some.

"Well, you two be real nice folks but dis Cajun got to head back inside an' chase some pischouettes in for some dinner. It late but tomorrow I 'magine someone be gettin' hold o' you two. Come see Cora an' what dis other business with the considerations about."

*

"Perhaps, if it would be easier, the school could send a representative to our house," Fenris muses. He understands secrecy. He thinks it's silly but then, he thinks a lot of things mortals do are. Two thousand year old perspectives are… different. "Let me write down our address for you."

*

Inara continues the quiet conversation with the bird. She speaks out loud, Farsi if Remy knows it enough to recognize it, but her tones are soft. She smiles and nods her head and then lifts her hand up to let the bird fly away. Slipping over to be closer to Jeremiah now, she nods her head once. It seems the bird's review of the school was favorable.


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