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Post by Typhoid on Jan 21, 2009 22:10:38 GMT -5
Typhoid had called the Professor from her dorm at university earlier in the week, asking for a Danger Room session, which for her was unusual. She tended to use the Danger Room for little else but power release, these days, even though she was more then aware that her hand to hand combat skills were severely lacking. She tended to rely on her powers.
She waited by the elevator heading downstairs for the Professor, dressed in the black training uniform that Xavier had commissioned for her, the one that allowed her to go transparent without serious clothing damage. Nimrod's coat from long ago, the one with the biohazard symbol on the back, accompanied it, though it wasn't technically part of her uniform.
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Post by The Man on Jan 21, 2009 22:32:16 GMT -5
::The Professor came out to join her, prompt, but not early. It had been a long conversation with one of his inside government contacts. There was no cause for panic, he had been reminded, but in case...he preferred to remain informed. Particularly when short-staffed regarding his X-Men. Upon reaching the elevator, he smiled softly at Typhoid.:: "How are you?"
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 21, 2009 22:42:23 GMT -5
Ty raised an eyebrow. "All right, I suppose. But considering you're not early, shouldn't I be asking that?"
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Post by The Man on Jan 21, 2009 22:45:44 GMT -5
"A business matter ran over," ::The Professor assured her, and he said nothing further on the matter. He pressed the elevator call button, to bring it to the ground level.:: "Have your term grades come in?"
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 21, 2009 22:53:17 GMT -5
"Yes, Dad," she said, with slight good natured sarcasm. "As usual, I'm horrible in math."
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Post by The Man on Jan 21, 2009 23:18:41 GMT -5
::Being called "Dad," sarcastically or otherwise, never failed to bring a softness to the Professor's features; he was paternal in nature, had always been.:: "Do you want me to arrange a tutor?"
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 21, 2009 23:29:45 GMT -5
She shook her head with mild wry smile. "No, I'll manage it."
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Post by The Man on Jan 21, 2009 23:35:12 GMT -5
"It is your decision, of course," ::The Professor said, which was his way of adding that if she should change her mind, he needed only make one telephone call. The elevator arrived, and he waited for her to enter before he wheeled inside.::
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 21, 2009 23:39:31 GMT -5
Typhoid moved to get inside the elevator, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall, an unusual defensive gesture for her, at least these days. "Any business we should be worried about?" Ty asked, referring to his "meeting."
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Post by The Man on Jan 23, 2009 9:07:20 GMT -5
"No," ::The Professor replied, which as unusually short for him, although the vagueness was expected when speaking to students. It was his concern, for now, and a minor one at that; he would rather hear about her courses. Once inside the elevator, he entered his clearance code, and they descended into the basement.:: "What do you have this semester?"
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 23, 2009 21:38:06 GMT -5
"Music and language courses, mostly," she replied, finding a little humor in talking about mundane things while headed down to use potentially lethal powers while fighting. She grimaced a bit. "And a math redo."
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Post by The Man on Jan 23, 2009 21:43:39 GMT -5
::As she had declines his offer for a tutor, the Professor chose to pursue the music and language courses, rather than inquire further about her mathematics.:: "Which ones? I would like to hear specifics."
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 23, 2009 21:51:57 GMT -5
Her eyebrow rose. "Checking up on me, Professor?"
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Post by The Man on Jan 23, 2009 21:57:38 GMT -5
"Consider it well-intended curiosity," ::The Professor replied. He had a vested interest in the course work of his students.::
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 23, 2009 22:02:13 GMT -5
"Fair enough. I'm taking three different languages, and two choral courses," she replied.
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