I’m telekinetic

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You managed to get, "Hi, I'm Jack" out, before being rudely pushed aside by a group of boys wearing a black and yellow costume. One of them got into Elixir's face and you noticed they were fixing to fight. Not wanting anyone to get into trouble, you pushed yourself in between the two boys, only to be flung harshly to the ground by the un-named boy. You landed awkwardly and scraped your hands. Not really thinking about it, you "pushed" the boy rather hard and he would have hit the side of the school if he hadn't been stopped mid-air by a lady wearing white who seemed to be rather cross and heading your way. You pushed yourself up and were dusting your pants when the white lady comes up to you and Elixir and demanded that you two explain yourselves. You tried, but you got the idea that the lady doesn't really believe you. You were about to get desperate when a male voice broke in by saying, "My,my,my, Emma. Having trouble controlling your students?" You looked around to see a short, hairy man in his late twenties coming towards you with a amused smile on his lips.

"I happened to look out the window to see a crowd gathered down here and all of a sudden Julian here was being thrown back by this boy, it is not I who is having trouble," Emma sniffed and pointed at you. You started to speak up, but were forcefully shut down.

"Now, Emma, let the boys speak for themselves",the man said, glancing at the two of you. First Elixir and then you recounted what had happened.

"Emma," the amusement was gone and a coldness had wrapped itself around his voice as the man spoke, "You were told on many occasions to reign in your 'pupils', were you not?"

"Yes, but..."

"Make sure this doesn't happen again."

Emma frowned, nodded, and turned towards Julian.

"Apologize to the boys," she said. Julian did as he was told, but it was apparent that he did not mean it at all. Emma didn't seem to care and ushered Julian away.

"Now," his voice, while still gruff, was noticeably more friendly, "you kids are lucky I like pissing Emma off as much as I do, or you would have been on your own. Name's Logan though people 'round here tend to call me Wolverine."

"I'm Jack," you replied, looking at him more closely. While Logan was a good five inches shorter than you, he was very muscular and had an air around him that said 'Stay away! Dangerous!'.

"Ah,you are the new kid that One-Eye said to expect." Your confusion must have shown, as Elixir explained Mr. Summers was known by a variant of "nicknames", with the only one actually daring to use them was Logan himself. He was about to add something more when a voice cut in.

"WOLVERINE!" A drop dead gorgeous redhead was heading towards the three of you. Logan groaned, and Elixir and you unconsciously begin to walk away.

Without missing a beat, the redhead said. "Freeze." And the two of you froze in your spots as she turned to Logan. "What the hell happened?"

"Julian decided to flex some 'muscle' and try to get the one-up on Elixir and the new kid decided to step in," Logan explained, completely unfazed by her.

The redhead turned to a nervous looking you and Elixir and indicated that she was waiting for your versions of the story.

"Well...",you hesitantly began, when yet another voice cut in.

"Perhaps if we could continue this in my office?"

You looked around to find the person who was talking when Elixir grabbed your shoulder and quietly explained it was Charles Xavier,the principal and founder of the school.

"Well, the boss wants us in his office, lets not keep him waiting," Logan said, as the four of you trudged towards the man's office.

After a few minutes, you stood before a bald-headed man in a wheelchair who did not look happy, not at all, as first Logan and then Elixir told their side of the story. Then everyone's attention turned to you, who looked not un-similar to a deer caught in the headlights.

Status
Health 100 Equipment:

Uniform, Duffel Bag

Gender Male
Power Telekinesis
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