If the rain continued to fall then everything would be soaked through. While it wasn't raining heavily, it was enough to dampen moods for those that particularly enjoyed the sunshine. Revan was one of those people, but she enjoyed the rain as well. When it rained every day for over a week, that was when it depressed her mood. While the gray covered the sun and made an eery fog through the city, it was still a pleasant feeling to experience. New York was big and while downtown was the main highlight of the state, it's outer rural properties and landscapes painted a different picture of the never-sleeping landscapes. It made New York City look like the epicenter of all the farmlands and wilds that surrounded the busiest places. Revan enjoyed driving out to these places to not only take a break from the big cities and its people but to also allow her powers to stretch out a bit. There were plenty of plants out in the wild to do this, but if she wanted large trees then she would have to drive for a couple of hours or more to get lost in a forest. It was something Revan wished were closer. 

Today, she found herself heading to a place where mutants were welcomed with open arms. The mansion was part of a school where mutants could still stay in the education system while not being criticized for their mutant abilities. Adults also worked here to support the students. Revan didn't think it would be possible, but because the first school became so over-crowded with the amount of students and adults that needed support and a place that wouldn't turn them away for being a mutant that it was no surprise a second school was started. Revan never had that kind of support and in some ways she wished she had. Revan had gone through a difficult time learning how to control her emotions as it had such a direct impact on her powers and how effective they were. For example, if she used her powers in a stressed out state, her powers would have a mind of their own and affect everything around her. Not only was it a dangerous situation for her, but it was a dangerous situation for everyone else too that was close to her. As much as she would love for people to accept her for her abilities, being in New York where opinions fluctuated as much as the weather made things awfully hard to predict. 

Revan was here today in hopes that she could be a part of this place. As much as Amanda enjoyed being in the city around people who may or may not be mutants and understood what she was, she would like it so much better to be around people who actually understood and supported one another for it. It made it very lonely at times to not have anyone to talk to about her struggles, especially since she was socially awkward anyway with meeting new people. Revan had the plants and trees she could talk to, but the responses were limited and people looked at her like she was crazy. Not the kind of attention she wanted to advertise in the world. But if there was a place she could do it freely? That would be the place she wanted to be. As she walked up the steps to the mansion, Revan stopped outside the doors and waited. Should she knock? Would she get yelled at if she went inside? While she didn't mind the rain, she didn't necessarily want to be in the cold. Revan also didn't want to intrude either. It was a tough call as she held her hand up in mid air prepared to knock, but found herself hesitating.Taking in a deep breath and holding it, she forged up the courage to rap three times on the door. Releasing her breath, Revan stood patiently to see if anyone would respond and open the door or if she would be met with cold silence.

Clouds were awesome. They made it feel as if the sky had a lid and that no one would fall up. Of course she had been told that was nonsense, but agoraphobia wasn't logical. It was a phobia. Irrational was in the definition.

Kalos sat outside in a garishly mustard sweatshirt that was at least two sizes too big and did her best to guess which attack would beat the pocketmonster that had just appeared on her gamekid. Ditto was her favorite, obviously.
Followed by corsola... Okay. So maybe she had a thing for pink monsters. She was one, so she felt that she was allowed.

knock, knock, knock.

Kalos felt that it was an odd time to be knocking on the door, but this place was pull of odd people. She gave it a second, but maybe it was the rain. Maybe that was why nobody heard the door.

"There has a doorbell too." She was sitting just beside a planter that was easily twice her girth, even with the pink skin and calcified coral growths, Kalos could be quiet and go unnoticed when she wanted to. The coral girl made herself relax ehr hands and look around the planter so that she could properly scope out the new lady.

"You are wet a lot." She had been told to stick to the truth when talking to people. "Do you like to be wet in the cold?"

Revan sighed a little bit and began to wonder if anyone had heard her. The rain continued to pour and she was now getting cold. Perhaps she should knock again? As Revan began to knock again, a voice said "There is a doorbell, too." and it made her jump a bit. Who was that? Soon, Revan got her answer as a child doused in pink and crusty patches of skin as well as growths on her shoulder came around the planter to face Revan. It took her by surprise, but Revan got her composure remembering where she was. She looked up to the sky in thought with a slight smirk on her face, but then looked down to the blue-eyed pink child again. Before she said anything else, Revan located the door bell and pushed it in, listening to the deep chimes resonate in the building before silence filled the space again.

"Well, not really." Revan said. "But I don't mind the rain. It makes the trees happy."

Revan didn't have deep meaningful conversations with the trees as much as she would like to, but she was able to tell when plants were healthiest. Maybe she should become a landscaper. Then she could tell property owners what plants would benefit from the environment most. Whenever Revan thought of that, she quickly remembered how particular people could be and it quickly made her lose that interest. Revan couldn't help but look at the growths on the shoulder of the young child as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing. It was almost as if they were made of coral and yet here they were living on this girl. It was quite the appearance to say the least to have, but Revan was glad to see that she was a part of the school. It meant she could have a good life here.

"My name is Revan. What's yours?"

She did not like to be wet in the cold. Of course not. It was just polite conversation full of nothing talk.

"I can let you in. Uh. Unless you are here to kill people." She seemed a bit thoughtful about that, but not overly worried. "Are you here to kill people?" Surely she would tell Kalos if that was the case. Kalos was asking her directly. So the woman should answer her straight out in the same way. That was the way things were supposed to work.

Auugh. And how long had Kalos been sitting there? The game had been a distraction on purpose so that she would forget about the sky as she got her fresh air for the day, but now that Kalos slid herself up the side of the wall of the Mansion, she felt stiff all over. She flipped the top of her gamekid shut and stuffed it into the front pocket of the sweater.

"I choose the name Kalos which is mean beautiful." Because she was. No ifs, ands, or buts. So nyah. Her English was coming along nicely as well, if she did say so herself. "Does Revan mean anything or is just pretty?" Kalos gripped the edge of the planter for dear life and scooted around and around it until she reached the front door. The front door, too, got the clingy treatment as Kalos heaved the heavy, solid wood open.

The front foyer was some kind of stone with some kind of rug. A double staircase provided endless amounts of fun for those that liked to ride down banisters.

As soon as she was inside, the clinging stopped. There was no risk of falling into the sky now that she was inside.

"Do you need to live here now?"

Revan perked a brow when the girl asked if she was here to kill people. "Uh, not that I last checked anyway." she said awkwardly, not sure how to properly answer that question. It was the first time she was asked such a direct question like that so it was unusual to try and answer it. Revan was not only surprised, but it amused her in a way. For now, Revan didn't think too much on it for now to try and keep things smooth. Being at a new place had its surprises and already she scored two of them today in the first fifteen minutes of being here. What else could possibly happen?

"I am sort of named after a raven even though I spell it differently. It means dark haired person in Old Norse, and it had some associations with magic. I think it's beautiful though."

Revan was particularly proud of her heritage - especially since she was raised pagan - and her family had deep ties with magic. It was of no surprise that they were more okay with mutants than thought before, though it took time for them to accept it. Revan didn't even tell them she was mutant either and probably wouldn't. Even with her tough history of child abuse, it was best she didn't say anything. Not unless they reached out to her anyway.

Kalos opened the thick and heavy door to the building and Revan followed her inside to the foyer. The foyer was wide and open, made of stone, and adorned two wooden stair cases that led to the other levels of the building. Revan shut the door behind her and looked around at the architecture and interior design of the foyer. It was definitely classy and luxurious with its warm wood tones and open atmosphere. When Kalos asked if she needed to live here now, Revan hesitated for a moment.

"I actually just got an apartment in town that I am staying at, though if there are openings here to live in, that would be awesome too." she said. Why was she here in the first place? Revan came mostly to find a job in the school if they were hiring, but also to be part of the community. Perhaps that would mean moving there too. Who knew. Then she could be at her apartment on the weekends if she wasn't doing any work at the school. Who knew. If she were working a position where she had to be at the school, then maybe she could consider moving here.

It was good that she didn't want to kill anyone. Kalos knew she didn't have the power to stop anyone. She was best suited for running away. But the woman, Revan, had said she wasn't here for that. So that really begged the question... why was she here?

"You are too old to be in class for learning." Not an insult. Just bald, tactless fact. "You are not to kill or do not need living." No, no. She would figure it out... Kalos tapped her foot against the marble and her hardened coral toeas made a loud clacking that echoed around the empty space.

Ding! A light bulb came on. "You are here for cake. I have best chocolate cake and I practice." Kalos reached for the woman's hand in order to drag her toward the kitchen. The island feature of the kitchen had no less than three chocolate cake tiers left out to cool. Kalos took her cake seriously. Even if she was not here for cake, she was here now. And so was the cake. Who would say no to free cake?

A bell rang obnoxiously long and obnoxiously loud somewhere out of sight and before the tone ended, school kids were pouring out of doorways. Kalos pressed herself against the kitchen cabinets and waited patiently for the surge to pass. Should she be in class? Maaaaaybe.... but there was cake!

Revan chuckled awkwardly when the girl told her she was too old to be in class. That was because she had finished highschool and done some college classes, but nothing else as far as actually getting a degree or anything. As the girl listed off everything else, it left Revan to wonder also; why was she here? Revan thought of this as the girl mentioned chocolate cake and led her to the kitchen. She wasn't here for residence, she wasn't here for killing, but she was here for work. Revan wanted to be in a place where it would support her values as well as the values of other mutants looking to live like regular people. She admired the amount of beauty was in the world so working for a place that wasn't open minded or accepting of new things was someplace she didn't want to be. Revan came back to reality and remembered the word "cake" had been spewed into the air. Revan looked down at her gut and patted her belly. Did she need chocolate cake tho? She let out a sigh as she supposed today was a good day to pig out. She was definitely hitting the gym later, that was for sure. Kalos took her hand and drug her down the hall towards the kitchen where this cake was supposed to be. 

Revan followed Kalos into the kitchen and liked the open air it had with the little island in the middle. It was homey and for a big school like this Revan wondered why it wasn't bigger. Revan looked at the three tier cake and her eyes widened a bit. Oh, a gym session for four hours would be required after eating this. Revan couldn't count the last time she had this many calories so to see a marvelous creation sitting before her waiting to be consumed was definitely going to throw her numbers off. Then again, when was the last time she hate poorly? When Revan couldn't recall, she shrugged it off and focused on the now. 

When the school bell rang, Revan watched all the doors open and the mass number of students come pouring through the halls and walkways. There were this many mutants in the school? Revan was impressed at the fact the school was serving such an honorable need. The kids were of various ages, some even to be the age of Kalos, and it made Revan wonder. "Why aren't you in class, by the way? Are you ditching because of cake?" she asked with a wink. It was meant as a way to tease and enjoy the company of Kalos even if she were breaking any rules that might have been set for the students of the academy. "It looks really good. Did you make it?" 

Erk. Kalos pressed herself into the cabinet as close as she could go. She wouldn't go. She couldn't make her!

"I don't have class. I have teachers." That was not quite right, but she didn't quite have the words. Between the accent and the broken jumble of sort-of sense that Kalos made, she hoped that the new woman would understand. "I don't have enough knowing to sit in my age." And if it was up to her, she never would. Ugh! Who cared how things were spelled? No one spelled things. They could even search by talking if the right buttons were pushed on the computers.

"Cake is the most nobel. Like princess food." And sweet. Oh. Everything here above water was so, so sweet. It was heaven and no one bothered to acknowledge it. Kalos peeled herself away from the cabinets and pushed her chair over from where it sat near the sink.

"This cake just needs to be put on top of the other. And with the icing— it's not made of ice!" Icing was made of sugar! She definitely asked about that one! Silly language. Kalos grabbed the metal bowl from the mixer which she had put the clingy, see-through wrap over. Now that she had a purpose, it was probably okay. No one would drag her to a class and bore her to death when she was icing a cake! That would just be rude.

"Can you reaching the drawer?" She pointed. "It was a soft edge knife good for the spreading."