Neale
Old school bastich
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The Professor Charles Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters
is what the bronze plaque on the massive stone gates said. It was an early fall day in Westchester County, New York, and the leaves had not yet begun to turn. The weather was still warm, and sky was a magnificent azure. Each student had been contacted by various means, and invited to this very exclusive school, and given the opportunity to come here to learn to control their awesome powers, as well as to join Xavier's dream of uniting humankind and mutantkind.
The students were picked up from their respective homeplaces by a hired limousine, the drivers of which seemed strangely incurious about their passengers, almost as though they were in a trance. The new arrivals were greeted by an older, bald man in a wheelchair, Professor Xavier himself, and made to feel welcome to their new home. He had managed to time things so that everyone arrived at nearly the same time.
"Welcome to your new home, my students... welcome to my dream. You are to become the new generation of XMen, worthy successors to a fine group of heroes, who laid down their lives in defense of humankind. While it is my hope that we will find a way to live amongst humanity in peaceful coexistence, I must admit that it will be difficult. The path we have chosen is not an easy one, nor a safe one. If any of you wishes to leave now, and attempt to hide from the humans... I will understand."
is what the bronze plaque on the massive stone gates said. It was an early fall day in Westchester County, New York, and the leaves had not yet begun to turn. The weather was still warm, and sky was a magnificent azure. Each student had been contacted by various means, and invited to this very exclusive school, and given the opportunity to come here to learn to control their awesome powers, as well as to join Xavier's dream of uniting humankind and mutantkind.
The students were picked up from their respective homeplaces by a hired limousine, the drivers of which seemed strangely incurious about their passengers, almost as though they were in a trance. The new arrivals were greeted by an older, bald man in a wheelchair, Professor Xavier himself, and made to feel welcome to their new home. He had managed to time things so that everyone arrived at nearly the same time.
"Welcome to your new home, my students... welcome to my dream. You are to become the new generation of XMen, worthy successors to a fine group of heroes, who laid down their lives in defense of humankind. While it is my hope that we will find a way to live amongst humanity in peaceful coexistence, I must admit that it will be difficult. The path we have chosen is not an easy one, nor a safe one. If any of you wishes to leave now, and attempt to hide from the humans... I will understand."