Between Classes - Tut Tut, it looks like rain. ((Open))

[Mercy Wilkins]

Mercy sits on a bench outside the Manor, smoking a clove. She's got a small leather backpack next to her on the ground, bulging with schoolbooks. Occasionally she'll look up at the sky, frown, and concentrate. A burst of dark eldrich energy trails upward, and forms itself into an oblong, vaguely umbrella shaped mass.

Then Mercy frowns more, and abandons the latest attempt, letting the darkforce break apart and dissipate.

[Nash Riley]

“It was a nice try. You wouldn't need to be trying to form darkforce umbrellas if you gave up bad habits... or brought a real one I guess.”

Nash moved up near her so his umbrella also covered her, at least some of her.

[Mercy Wilkins]

Mercy smiles up at Nash. "Bad habits? I know, I really shouldn't carry all those school-books around but it's just gotten so I don't even think about it." She pats the spot next to her on the bench.

[Nash Riley]

Nash chuckles. “At my old school they'd totally freak if they caught someone smoking. I don't think you'd get that bad of a reaction here but you still might want to watch out.”

[Mercy Wilkins]

"It's not tobacco, it's just cloves." She pulls out the pack and slides one partway out, offering it to Nash. "Would you like to try one?"

[Nash Riley]

“No, I'll pass.” He waved them off “And I know what it is, I do have a sense of smell. I'm not sure how much that would matter to some people though.”

[Mercy Wilkins]

"As far as I know cloves are a spice, not a controlled substance." Mercy shrugs. "But it's alright, I had a good deal with the administration at my last school, I'm sure I can set it up here too."

[Nash Riley]

“You can try but I'm not sure if... Wait, just what school did you go to?”

[Mercy Wilkins]

"The Academy of Tomorrow." Mercy says, proudly. "Emma, she actually let me call her Emma in private, and I got on famously."

[Nash Riley]

“Okay, that explains it I guess. Not sure how much you can get away with here, it is mostly the college admin in charge now." Nash tilts his head a bit "They might actually be a little more easy going than the people in charge when it was back in New York, not really sure yet.”

[Mercy Wilkins]

"What was it like at Xavier's? We heard all kinds of rumors, and made more up, but I don't think anyone actually knew what it was like."

[Nash Riley]

“Hmm...” It took him a bit to collect his thoughts.

“It was certainly closer to being like it is here than the regular school I went to before that. The main differences I can think of right now is that is was a little more structured, and you didn't have all the college students running around. Also, It was a lot less cramped there, but I'm probably mainly thinking of the rooms they are putting us in. The Danger Room there was nowhere near as cool as the one here is though.”

Nash then raised an eyebrow. “Just what rumors did you hear?”

[Mercy Wilkins]

"That Xavier would read people's minds all the time to make sure they were 'growing up right'. That they had a test to see if you would become a Phoenix." She chews on a black-lipsticked lip and tries to remember. "Um... oh, yeah, that Danger Room could make copies of Mutants."

[Nash Riley]

Nash laughed for a bit.
“I never got to take any Phoenix test nor ever heard of anyone else taking one either. I also don't think Xavier read everyone's mind. Actually, we had rumors that Ms. Frost would do that, presumably for dealing out discipline or something. ”

“The Danger Room making copies rumor might actually have some truth. While it can make virtual copies for training purposes I don't think that is what you are talking about. But there is Madrox, he is a robot that goes here. He was made looking like another mutant that went there. Supposedly the danger room was somehow involved in his creation but I don't know any specifics.”

[Mercy Wilkins]

"Wow really? That's pretty cool. Weird, but cool." Mercy finishes her clove and stubs it out on the bench, sends it off to the nearby trashcan with a tiny tendril of darkforce.

"As for Emma... I don't know. She said she didn't read my mind, and I believe her. But I was well on my way to being her favorite. There were kids that got in trouble that came out of her office looking a little... harrowed."

[Nash Riley]

“She could probably cause people brought into her office to leave like that without reading their minds.” Nash grinned.

“So are you coming in now?" Nash motions to the manor with his hand. "I don't think I'm feeling nice enough to stand out here and wait for you to smoke another.”

[Mercy Wilkins]

"I can't really smoke more than one at a go anyway." Mercy stands and grabs her bag, wincing at the weight. "Where are you headed?"

[Nash Riley]

“In the Manor , I've got a class in about five minutes.” Nash looks at his watch, which still has the slightly mismatched band. “Make that four minutes.”

[Mercy Wilkins]

"Yeah, same here. History next for me I think." She smiles. "Thanks for the umbrella."

[Nash Riley]

“Literature here, and it was no problem. I was on my way here from the Point when I saw you and your attempt at creating an umbrella.” Nash grins.

[Mercy Wilkins]

Mercy sighs. "It looked a lot cooler in my head."

[Nash Riley]

“Just keep at it, I'm sure you'll get better.” Nash smiled.

[Mercy Wilkins]

"Here. You said you wanted to figure it out right? I practiced this one a lot..." Mercy stops just inside the building. Nash might be late if he waits...

Mercy cups her hands, and darkforce pours into them, more black than before, less flashes of confusing colors. It begins taking on a shape but more slowly than Mercy's usual.

[Nash Riley]

"Not to rush you but how long is this going to take?" Nash looks at his watch.

[Mercy Wilkins]

"Almost got it...." Mercy smiles triumphantly and holds an inky black object out to Nash. It's an ankh, if he takes it, he'll find it very cool to the touch, with hints of other sensations but much more tame than the mass on the coffee cup. It seems quite solid, the surface doesn't undulate. It's surprisingly heavy, about the density of iron. The surface feels impossibly slick and smooth.

"That one should stick around for at least a few days, maybe as long as a month. You can have it."

[Nash Riley]

Nash grabbed the ankh and slipped into his backpack "Thanks Mercy, I'll have to take a better look at it later. Now to try and not be late to class."

Nash waved bye as he walked rather quickly but not quite ran towards his class room.

[Mercy Wilkins]

Mercy waves. "It might be evil, just so you know!" Then she too dashes off to class, her spiky heels clack-clacking on the floor.