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Post by Strype on Aug 2, 2007 22:07:45 GMT -5
Kyra stood by the elevator, shifting her weight nervously. The Professor had said he'd wanted to meet with her to work on their training, which probably meant Pietro had spoken with him about her lack of control. She wondered how much he'd told the Professor, about the attack. What if he said he wanted to train, but was really going to make her leave? After all, she attacked Pietro, and probably hurt him.
He seemed so nice when they'd had lunch together; he wouldn't send her away, would he? She really wanted to work on control with him. The breathing exercises he'd shown her had helped a lot.
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Post by The Man on Aug 2, 2007 22:11:40 GMT -5
::The Professor wheeled into the corridor, wheeling towards the elevator to meet Kyra. He had been reviewing his training assignments one final time when Pietro had dashed into his office, locked the door, and had one of the tersest conversations the Professor could remember in months. His nephew's desire to help, although demonstrating the passion and sincerity which existed in the other man, could be grating when he forgot, or intentionally neglected, his manners.
He had explained a fight with her tiger form in the woods. It reminded him so strongly of Jade, that it had caught his immediate attention. When the conversation ended, he took a few moments for reflection before contacting Kyra to schedule another training session. When he approached the elevator, he noticed her standing there, an aura of nervousness around her.:: "Good evening, Kyra."
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Post by Strype on Aug 2, 2007 22:15:29 GMT -5
"Good evening, Professor," she said meekly, looking up at him.
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Post by The Man on Aug 2, 2007 22:17:33 GMT -5
::The Professor pressed the elevator recall button so they could begin their journey to the basement. His voice gentle as he spoke to her.:: "You needn't be shy around me, Kyra."
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Post by Strype on Aug 2, 2007 22:24:38 GMT -5
She nodded, feeling color rise in her cheeks. "I'm assuming you talked with Pietro about my 'accident' in the woods, right?"
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Post by The Man on Aug 2, 2007 22:27:44 GMT -5
::The doors to the elevator slid open and the Professor waited for her to enter before wheeling inside. He replied with a nod.:: "He did, and there is no reason to be ashamed."
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Post by Strype on Aug 2, 2007 22:32:39 GMT -5
"I'm really, really sorry," she said immediately.
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Post by The Man on Aug 2, 2007 22:34:56 GMT -5
"There is also no reason to apologize," ::The Professor added gently, as the doors to the elevator slid closed.::
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Post by Strype on Aug 2, 2007 22:40:02 GMT -5
She exhaled audibly and relaxed, leaning against one of the elevator sides.
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Post by The Man on Aug 2, 2007 22:41:12 GMT -5
::As the elevator descended towards the basement, the Professor kept his attention on Kyra.:: "Have you had any other difficulties since then?"
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Post by Strype on Aug 2, 2007 22:47:04 GMT -5
She thought for a moment before shaking her head. "I go out in the woods a lot at night, to clear my head, so I don't sleep too long and the dreams take over," she told him. Of course, that meant the sacrificing of her sleep time, but for hers and everyone else's safety, it was worth it.
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Post by The Man on Aug 2, 2007 22:52:55 GMT -5
::The Professor's expression became one of concern; she should not sacrifice her sleep at such a young age.:: "We will see what we can do to help you sleep again."
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Post by Strype on Aug 2, 2007 22:58:21 GMT -5
She nodded. "I don't want to worry about what will happen if I accidentally fall asleep," she admitted.
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Post by The Man on Aug 2, 2007 23:01:04 GMT -5
::The Professor nodded in understanding; Jean had had similar problems when she first learned to control her abilities, as did Ororo and Wanda.::: "We will help you work past that."
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Post by Strype on Aug 2, 2007 23:06:27 GMT -5
"Okay." She believed him. He would help her, and she would have control over the beast. "That's...a relief. I'm so used to thinking that there is no solution to my furry little problem," she said, cracking a small smile to indicate that she made a joke.
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