Wyn opened the door to his room and was surprised to see how spacious it was. A window looked him in the face accross the room. A desk, a chair, a dresser, and a bed made up the rest of the room. "Wow. This is really nice." He shut the door after bringing his bags in. Feeling lazy he pulled the chair over to him and sat down. He pulled the droars open, as he unzipped his bag, floating his folded clothes into their respective places. The blinds were thrown open to let the light in freely.

A small picture frame was set on the desk. It had a picture of his sister within. Next came with his laptop computer, which rested next to the picture frame. He took his coat off and put it on a coathanger. He walked this over to the closet door and hung this up. He did the same with all of his good shirts. "That was quite easy. Oh I almost forgot." He moved over to his violin case and set it on the dresser. He opened it softly. Lifting it up and the bow up, he put it to his chin, and played a short melody. This was his customary thing to do when he moved into a new place. He set it in its case, but not laying down, it sat slightly on its side so it was leaning against the top of the case fully visible, the bow was slanted the same way, but rested on the tuning nobs.

"I suppose I should go see the Headmistress..."

Wyn entered his room with the papers from the envelope floating in front of him. He had walked like this since he left the infirmary. He had nearly read all of them by the time he reached his room. As he entered, he moved over toward the desk and his laptop, it fully booted in 7seconds. He opened and turned it on before walking toward the bed.

Now this laptop isn't your normal off the shelp model. The case while normal looking, is nearly indestructable, made of a new lightweight poli-alloy. Within it is the real sweet stuff. It harbors a hardrive with over 3TB of space, 20Gig of RAM, a prossessor to put the most advanced supercomputer to shame. It's soundcard acts could blow normal concert speakers, the video card is untouchable by anything on the market, by comparison, this video card is like a high rez photo put up against a picture taken with a 1.5megapixel digital camera. It carries a duel-layer blue-ray, duel layer DVD/CD RW disk drive. It has an smaller spot on the drive for a minidisk. Custom speakers, as well as a built in and a detachable 12megapixel camera, and a built in mic that can pick out his voice even accross the room at a party. The custom opperating system is universal, it will run an application ment for PC and for Mac's, with no friction. Don't try finding out where he got it, you'll never be able to trace it, and all he'll ever say is, 'It was a gift.'

He layed on the bed, propping his back against the headbord. Putting the papers back in order, he held is right hand out as he floated a pen from the desk over to him. Rereading each page before signing or filling information where needed. He spoke outloud, "Music, Playlist - Mellow Rock, Volume 3." Immediately sound began to pour forth from the machine, it sounded live. He had it playing softly just for background music.

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He had finished with the papers a while ago, and just realized he had zoned out to the music. "Display Time, Fullscreen." 11:58
"Hmm, almost time for lunch," He put the finished papers into the envelope and walked over to his violin. Gently setting it and the bow in their propper places, before he shut the case. Picking it up he headed toward the door. He stopped at the laptop, and pulled off the portable camera, "Music off, Record in Stand-by Mode." The screen went black and the music stopped. With that, he walked out of the room headed outside.

After he had dropped off the papers with Miss.Tricity, he put his violin away and sat at the desk. He returned the computer from standby mode to active. "I need a list of fabrics." Immediately a list of natural and man made and a few experimental fabrics appeared. "Well, that doesn't quite help."

"Well, you didn't specify what you needed exactly did you?" It replied.

"Ya know what Ash, you're annoying sometimes." He laughed.

"I wonder where I got it from, hmm." Ashling (the name Eldwyn gave it) replied, if it could laugh, it would have.

Sighing "Fine, I need a list of fabrics that are resiliant, flexable, light, can be warn for a long period of time, and are fairly comfterble. That work for you?"

"Yes, that'll do, give me a moment." After a minute or so, another list appeared, only three on this one. Next to each there was a short description, what it has been used and tested for. He touched the third one on the list. "It helps to regulate temperature. When it becomes warmer than 85 degreese roughly, it opens up 'pours' and pulls heat away from you, while also helping to keep heat off of you. It works in the opposite way as well, when it reachest tempuratues around 40 degreese, it seems to close up holding heat in, while still breathing so the warm air doesn't make you sweat like a stuck pig. It,"

"That was colorful Ash." He said sarcasticly. "Yes, I thought you'd like that. As I was saying, it is also fire, tear, water and stain resistant."

"Damn, whoever thought this stuff up really thought of everything." Before it responded, "Let me guess, experimental right" "You're right. Though it won't be hard to get. It's made by a private coorperation known for researching new materials for the hell of it basicly. They plan on selling it to the military, police, fire departments, and others who would benifit from it."

"That's very noble of them." He paused, "Now I need to get materials for a pair of boots matching the same criteria. I will also need a list of good tailors or whatever they're called who can make that fabric to the patern that I want, same with the boots. I don't need any fancy-smancy thing, I want quality and dependability."

"Quite demanding today aren't we. I'll find it for you, but I'd like to ask why you want all of this so suddenly." "Thank you, if you MUST know. I'm sure you've already seen the layout of this place. The danger room I've found out can be quite brutal. So not only do I want to be prepared for that..I don't have anything appropriate to wear in there." "And knowing you, when you do something, you go all out and you want the best."

"Exactly."

"Done. Found a tailor who does private work. Her name is Julia Henderson. Highly recomended, good quality and very reliable. It seems she does everything from close to footware to walets and handbags. Also, the fabric I talked about before, it seems the company created materials for gloves and footware as well. It acts almost exactly the same as the other. It's not a flexable or light. It's tougher. The boots that are created with this, act as boots with steel toes do, just throughout the entire boot."

"Perfect. Now, I need you to draw up a patern for Ms.Henderson. Then contact her, give her the patern, tell her we'll provide the fabric, and get her price. Tell her she'll recieve a nice tip when she finishes."

"Will do."

Eldwyn explained the patern for the outfit, while Ashling expertly drew it up.
"You want the shoulder pads and wrist guard to be metal correct." "Yup, I'm sure you can figure out the correct metal to use, find it, and find someone to craft those parts, and get them off to Ms. Henderson by yourself. You have access to my funds. When she responds, call my cell. I'm gonna head out for now."

With that, he stood up and headed out for a walk and to get dinner from the kitchen, seeing as he has missed lunch, he was quite hungry.

[glow=red,2,300]The conversation here is from Splitting the Union as they cross into Eldwyn's room.[/glow]

Eldwyn:
" I'm guessing you two took off from the airport pretty quickly if you didn't grab your luggage." He looked down at his shirt and sighed, "Umm, why don't we talk in my room. A straight view of the gate. And that way, I can change my shirt." He chuckled slightly and walked into his room. He tapped a few buttons on his laptop's keyboard and it woke up. "Welcome back. Ms.Henderson replied." "Oh, is that so?" He turned toward Ezekiel, "Common in. Don't mind Ash there. Just grab a seat anywhere."He had added a comfterble computer chair, a comfterble plush armchair next to his window, and a large fur covered beanbag chair. Opening his closet, he pulled off his shirt and grabbed a dark blue shirt. He closed the closet door and began to button up his shirt, "How much is she asking for?" "$2000. Normally at least. But she likes the material and the paterns so she will do it for half her normal price. I've already taken care of the other materials and your responce. She also noted she'd have it finished in a week from the day she recieves the materials. Which should be tomorrow." "Alright, sounds good. Thanks Ash." He sat down in the chair next to the window in the corner, so he didn't block the view of the gate, and pulled out his smokes. Setting the ash tray on the window sill, he lit his cig. He waited for Ezekiel to step into the room before shutting the door.

Zeke: Zeke stepped accross the hall into Eldwyn's room, and let his friend close the door behind him. "Yes, the rooms here are very nice. I wonder who built them... fine work to be sure." He stepped around the room and surveyed it a little closer, then he dropped himself into the computer chair and stared out the window for a second. No one here yet Zeke... no one here yet...

After a moment, he looked up to the computer when Nyle finished talking to it. "Nice laptop you have there. Ash seems to be a very good communicator and worker." He changed the subject instantly. "I need to tell you who I am, and what I'm doing here."

Zeke shifted in his chair and looked Eldwyn direct in the eyes. "I know I can trust you not to reveal this to anyone here. Only you and Tricity can know the truth for now. I will let others know if I see the need, but please allow me to tell them myself. If anyone asks you, please tell them I am just a religion teacher from Lebanon. That should be enough to satisfy their curiosity. If they need to know more, they can come to me personally."

Zeke spun a little in the chair, back and forth. He began to explain his past, and then moved on to what had happened recently. He told it the exact same way he had told Tricity, and when he was finished he sighed deeply. "Well, now you know me better. I'm not the best of guys, but I do care for this school, and I need to figure out why I'm having these dreams. Maybe Beth will tell me someday..."

He stared out the window again. "Thanks for listening Nyle. You don't know what a relief it is to be open and honest with someone. Thanks for being a true friend, even though you've only known me for several hours."

Eldwyn: "Yeah, she is. She's helped me a lot. Not bad for conversation either." He chuckled. "Don't worry, unless a life is in danger, I don't say anything to anyone."

He listened intently to the man, taking drags of his smoke. "Hmm. Well, from what you've told me, you only knew Beth for a short time. Maybe she had another ability you weren't aware of? She might not be dead, just incapasitated. Just a thought."

'Thanks for listening Nyle.'

"No problem. I hope you don't actually think of yourself as a bad guy for any of the stuff you've done. Truth be told, I know a lot of people have done a lot of things that they aren't proud of, myself included. It's all part of being human." He stood up and walked toward his bed and opened his 'nightstand', which turned out to be a mini-fridge. "You thirsty at all? Don't have any alcohol, though I hope to remidy that soon." He winked at Ezekial, "But I do have some cherry coke, pepsi, mountain dew, apple juice, and some water. If you want something, help yourself." He grabbed a cherry coke and sat back down.

"Enough of those subjects, what ya say? I know you asked me this, so I figure I'll return the question: Do you have a name you go by?

Zeke: Zeke spun left and right in the chair once more as Nyle contemplated Beth's possible abilities. He smiled knowingly, "I wish I could believe that she wasn't dead. But I saw her die. She died in my arms, and I buried her only minutes later. I don't understand these dreams though. Perhaps her mutation allowed her spirit to slip into some state in which she can make contact with others through dreams?"

A deep breath. For a few seconds Zeke sat there in silence, contemplating the idea. Could it be possibly that he might be quite literally haunted by her? It wasn't the scary haunting, but more of a welcome one. Her spirit still ived on, in his dreams it seemed. Crazy.

When Nyle offered a drink Zeke smiled. "Thanks, I'm a big drinker. When my luggage comes, you'll see that. I prefer Scotch to anything else, but I'll drink anything really, from water to alcahol. I've found that it doesn't quite affect me that bad. I can honestly say I've never been drunk, even though I've drank quite a bit. A lot of people might think a preacher boy might drink, but I found it as a welcome habit to take up when I was running for my life. A bar is a great place to hide."

He stood and walked over to the fridge, pulled open the door and surveyed the contents. After a moment, he selected a Mountain Dew and returned to his chair. He screwed the top off the bottle and took a deep chug of the beverage. It was a relief to be safe for the moment.

"I agree, let's move on to something most tasteful." He smiled and took another drink from his Dew. "A name I go by? Most people call me Zeke or Ezekiel, but when using my mutation I prefer to go by the name Glare. It's a codename of sorts that makes me unique. Sets me apart from others and highlights my abilities. I'm not overly obsessive with it, but I'm frankly very proud of my standing as a mutant. Most mutants are worried and afraid, I'm proud... and I think it's important for every mutant to have a sense of pride in the history they are creating. I guess I just notice it more because I'm Israeli. We're a proud lot." Zeke chuckled a bit.

Eldwyn: "Hmm, I suppose the burrying part would complicate things a bit huh? Though, that last thought could be a possibility. We don't really know what happens when a person dies, let alone what happens to a mutant, how their abilities will effect anything."

"I don't see anything wrong with having a drink now and again. I never allow myself to drink enough to approach becoming drunk." Taking a drink of his pop, "As for hiding in a bar, I wouldn't have a clue, not allowed in just yet." He chuckled. 'Though, I have no doubt I could get in if I really wanted to.'

"Zeke, huh. Works for me." He held up his pop in a toast-like fashion. He thought a bit about Zeke was saying, taking a final drag from his smoke before putting it out, "Pride can be good and bad. It's caused the downfall of a lot of people, but on the other hand, it has brought people to bigger heights." Taking a few more sips of his drink, "I can't say I'm proud of being a mutant. But nor am I afraid or worried." He looked up at Zeke, "I'm not ashamed either. I'm just proud of WHO I am instead of WHAT. Thought I take pride in what I can do, like someone who takes pride in their job, what they can do. If I took pride solely in what I am, I don't feel I would be the same person I am now."

"Yes. Death has always been one of those things that bothers people. As for me, as I am a Christian, I belive those that accept Christ during life will immediately go heaven upon their death. It gives me hope... that most others don't have." He took a deep breathe. He typically didn't like to discuss his personal religion with his peers. "Then again, there are many beliefs in this world, and I am familiar with all of them. If I wasn't I couldn't teach a class on it. My thoughts are to explain all of the world religions from an unbiased point of view, and let the students choose for themselves. Everyone has to make their own choice. Though I may not agree with each religion, I find it extremely important to understand them all."

He smiled and looked at his friend. This one may worry about the state of life, and the religions, and the life after death. Yes, he may worry about it often. I hope I didn't just start him down a path he wasn't prepared for.

Hearing Eldwyn's comments on drinking made Zeke chuckle, "I'm sure you could get in... just about every mutant could. But I don't recommend it. Drinking should only be done legally. I've met many a youngster who started drinking too early, and it ruined their lives. Even though you're not too young, you're still underage, and although I have complete confidence in your ability to control your drinking, I wonder if you have that same confidence." A big smile, "Life is a wonderful thing, even for a mutant."

Zeke sucked down another sip of the Mountain Dew and then raised his bottle the same way Nyle did, "You are right on your stance with pride. I totally understand and completely agree with you. Pride can be dangerous if not restrained, but a healthy sense of pride can also be important." Another sip.

Suddenly, Zeke's pocket buzzed. He reached his hand in and pulled out his phone. He flipped the top open and spoke into the reciever, "Yes?" Pause. "Okay... I'll be right down."

Jumping up from his chair, he turned to Nyle, "My baggage just came, I'm gonna head down and get it. Then I think I shall go to bed. It has been a long day, and I need some rest. if you want to talk more, come into my room in a few minutes. I should be settled by then." He held out his hand to shake Eldwyn's, "Thanks man."

After the handshake, he turned and walked out the door and reached the front door.