After leaving the Labs, Voltaire heard of a school for mutants. Voltaire found that it was worth to check this out and maybe learn more about his powers and find some friends. He stood at the gates digging up the courage to ring the doorbell at the gates wondering if he was making the right descision. Finaly he had the courage to walk up to the gate. He picked up his bag and walked towards the gate. The pain in his side made him walk slow because his wounds didn't fully heal yet. Him being nervous triggered his powers and small sparks shot over his body. He tried to ring the doorbell but exidentally shocked it. Voltaire hoped he didn't upset anything but he had a feeling that somebody would "greet" him soon enough.

Neena's phone buzzed, tickling her waist. She yawned and stretched, having dozed off beneath a tree on the side of the house. The day was so perfect, and the smell of paint so nauseating, a nap was kind of hard to resist.

She got to her feet and headed in the direction of the front gate, yawning again.

Even without her active vision, she spotted the young man from further away, simply because of his hair color. She smiled and waved.

"Hi there!" she greeted him. "Can I help you?"

(OOC: reading from your bio i can assume you have sunglasses on, if not i'll change it )

Voltaire saw a woman with a pair of sunglasses on walk towards the gate. she waved at him.

"Hi there!" she greeted him. "Can I help you?"

"Uhmm, hi"Voltaire replied. He didn't plan how he was going to do this in the first place. he thought explaining what he had heard would be a start. " I heard this was a school for mutants.' He said. "And well, i am a mutant and i was hoping i could stay here for a while." this made voltaire blush a bit. He never asked anybody for this kind of a favor, and he would normaly not ask a stranger. He looked at the doorbell and said : "Sorry about your doorbell by the way."

(OOC: Yep, she always has her glasses on, unless I rp otherwise. So you're good.

"Uhmm, hi. I heard this was a school for mutants. And well, i am a mutant and i was hoping i could stay here for a while."

Neena smiled and nodded. "You are correct, Sir. Welcome to Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters. And oldsters." She grinned and thumped her chest to indicate herself.

"Sorry about your doorbell by the way."

"Doorbell?" Neena tilted her head and blinked, examining the contraption from behind her glasses. The circuits inside had shorted out somehow. From his apology, the young man must have been responsible. "Meh, no worries." She waved it away. "Compared to some of the other things we've had to fix, that's nothing."

After a quick scan for any concealed weapons, she moved to key in the gate code. While the gates swung open, she also switched to a little-used facet of her ability to scan for electricity. She also doubled it up with a thermal sensor. She wasn't as skilled in combining those particular two, and a headache immediately began to form at the base of her skull. She switched out of both quickly, after confirming one fact; the young man had an unusual build up of heat and electrical energy in his body. She rubbed the back of her neck, and motioned him in.

"Just out of curiosity, how did you do that?" She motioned toward the fried doorbell.

"Just out of curiosity, how did you do that?" She motioned toward the fried doorbell.

"Ow dear" Voltaire mumbled to himself. He never really understood what his powers could do and found it hard to explain it without making him look like a global threat. He saw no other way then to flat out tell her what his powers do. " I don't know the technical terms but, i seem to shock and blow up stuff on touch mostly when i'm nervous or under stress." He looked down at the ground a bit ashamed. He then turned towards the woman again. "Might i ask why you are wearing sunglasses, it is not extreemly sunny or anything?" he blurted out.

"I don't know the technical terms but, i seem to shock and blow up stuff on touch mostly when i'm nervous or under stress."

"Oooh, I see." Because of the youth's depressed groundward glance, Neena refrained from her usual teasing. Instead she merely smiled, and declared, "Ah, no worries, m'friend. Stress messes us all up at one point or another."

"Might i ask why you are wearing sunglasses, it is not extreemly sunny or anything?"

"Oh sure. My eyes are sensitive to sunlight. See?" She raised her glasses to reveal her near-white-eyed gaze, similar to that of a blind person. She squinted a bit and grinned, before replacing the mirrored shades. "Even normal light bothers me, but them's the knocks," she added cheerfully.

"My name is Neena. I'm one of the teachers here. And you are?" she inquired as she led the way to the front door.

"My name is Neena. I'm one of the teachers here. And you are?" she inquired as she led the way to the front door.

"My name is Malik." he replied. "People seem to think Voltaire is a appropriate name for me aswell." As he approached the mansion he saw that it was being renovated. Things smelled like new paint and wood though he didn't see anybody working at the moment. "I didn't come at a bad time i hope ? " He asked

"My name is Malik. People seem to think Voltaire is a appropriate name for me as well."

"Oh, well that's easy to remember. I had a friend named Malik growing up. Except his hair was black. Glad to have you, m'friend." Neena smiled, and stepped aside for him to enter the grounds, while the gates closed behind him with a clang.

"I didn't come at a bad time i hope ? "

Neena shook her head. "Nah, we're just doing a bit of remodeling. Things tend to get broken a lot around here. Par for the course when most of your residents are teenage mutants with a not-so-perfect handle on their abilities." She chuckled slightly. "Welcome to Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters. So, where are you from, m'friend?"

"Oh, well that's easy to remember. I had a friend named Malik growing up. Except his hair was black. Glad to have you, m'friend." Neena smiled, and stepped aside for him to enter the grounds, while the gates closed behind him with a clang.

Voltaire picked up his bag and entered the grounds.

"Welcome to Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters. So, where are you from, m'friend?"

"Thank you" he said with a faint smile. " I am originaly from L.A. but my father kicked me out after finding out i was a mutant and i have been traviling around ever since." He continued. He never spoke out of his father to anybody and it made him feel a little bit un-easy. "Is there anything i could do to help out around here? " He asked to change the subject of his past.

"Thank you. I am originaly from L.A. but my father kicked me out after finding out i was a mutant and i have been traviling around ever since."

Neena sighed. The typical mutant story. "Sorry to hear about that, truly. I sympathize," she told him. "My family wasn't thrilled either."

"Is there anything i could do to help out around here?"

She smiled at him. "Oh, I'm sure we can find something for you to do. Bet let's get you settled in first. There's a lot to take in around here."

As if to prove her point, one of the older students exited out of the front door, a partial earth manipulator. In her current form of a muddy blob, she slid by with a somewhat depressed sounding, "Hey." She turned the corner, headed in the direction of the basket ball court.

"Class in an hour, Donna," Neena called after her.

"Yeah, whatever." The girl morphed into a humanoid form, pulling a basket ball out of her mass. Her brown face wore a scowl.

Neena shrugged. "Mud morpher. She's got a few personal issues. Follow me."

She led the way inside and to a table. She began looking for a New Resident Form, allowing him a few minutes to look around on his own.

As if to prove her point, one of the older students exited out of the front door, a partial earth manipulator. In her current form of a muddy blob, she slid by with a somewhat depressed sounding, "Hey." She turned the corner, headed in the direction of the basket ball court.

Voltaire was a bit suprised to see a blob of mud to come around the corner saying hey. He thought it was rather akward but he replied with the same style " hey " as the blob of mud.

"Class in an hour, Donna," Neena called after her.

"Class" Voltaire thought. He figured he had to to take classes in this school but he started wondering what kind of classes there where. Could he pick some and leave the rest or did he have to do them all. There where so many questions he wanted to know the answers too but he figured he would find the answers soon enough after he enrolled.

Neena shrugged. "Mud morpher. She's got a few personal issues. Follow me."

Voltaire followed Neena into a room. Neena started looking for something on the table giving Voltaire the time to look around. His footsteps echoed a bit because the only other sound was the sound of Neena looking for some papers. He looked outside the window to see what the courtyard looked like. It looked pretty peacefull and nice to him. He put his elbows on the sides on the window and glared outside. "I could get used to this " Voltaire thought to himself.

"Ah! Got it!" Neena held up a folder in triumph, the last one from the looks of it. She turned to find Voltaire staring out the window. She smiled.

"Peaceful, isn't it? You wouldn't think we were so close to one of the fastest-paced cities in the country. Feel free to explore once we get you settled into a room. Here." She held out the folder to him. "There's a map in the back, so you don't get too lost."

"So, are you looking to enroll in the school? Or just need a place to stay for a few?"

"Peaceful, isn't it? You wouldn't think we were so close to one of the fastest-paced cities in the country. Feel free to explore once we get you settled into a room. Here." She held out the folder to him. "There's a map in the back, so you don't get too lost."

He took the folder at the most outer edge he could find the farest away from Neena's hand. He opened the folder and looked through it. It looked like a really nice place for him to stay. After traveling so long he didn't have a chance to finish his education and this was perfect to finish it. The map was huge. He could find all kinds of facilities like a pool and a basketball court. Not to mention a huge garden. "You wouldn't happen to have a music's room around here?" He asked as he couldn't find it on the map.

"So, are you looking to enroll in the school? Or just need a place to stay for a few?"

Looking at what the school had to offer, this would be the best place to stay at. "I think i'll enroll please" He said.

"You wouldn't happen to have a music's room around here?"

Neena nodded. She returned to the table to find a pen, then went back and circled the Music Room. "Raina is the Music Teacher here. She's about yay high, has bright red hair and a big smile. Can't miss her."

"I think i'll enroll please."

She smiled kindly at him. "Excellent. Okay then, I'll need you to do is fill out two main sections for me. First this block here." She flipped back to the front, then to the second page, and pointed to a set of questions that asked about past schooling. "And then we need this block." She flipped back to the front and pointed to a set of questions: What is your mutation? Is it dangerous to you or others?

"That will tell us which classes to settle you in, as well as if we need to help you work on mutation control. All the info is confidential though, so don't worry about that, 'kay?"

Her movements avoided any form of skin contact, as she remembered what he'd said about his mutation. But at the same time, her actions didn't appear deliberate or exaggerated, as if she were scared of him in anyway. In fact, anyone who didn't know that facet of Voltaire's mutation wouldn't have picked it up just from Neena's movements, for they seemed normal and everyday. And her easy smile obviously showed she wasn't worried about any accidental contact.

She smiled kindly at him. "Excellent. Okay then, I'll need you to do is fill out two main sections for me. First this block here." She flipped back to the front, then to the second page, and pointed to a set of questions that asked about past schooling. "And then we need this block." She flipped back to the front and pointed to a set of questions: What is your mutation? Is it dangerous to you or others?

"That will tell us which classes to settle you in, as well as if we need to help you work on mutation control. All the info is confidential though, so don't worry about that, 'kay?"

Voltaire took the pen and started filling in the form. The basic questions like: name, birthdate etc where quickly filled in. He flipped the form and started filling in the block about his mutation. He hard a hard time filling this in because he didn't have a proper way to explain it. He decided to put: Shock or explode through energy currents released from the body at periods of stress or excitement, even in contact with himself or others; down as the final answer. With the question dangerous to you or others he checked the "Yes" box.

After he was done with the form he gave it back to Neena.