His mighty wings carried him through the clouds, he soared through the skies before diving down through the white puffs. His eyes scanned over the area, he had a faint idea where he was going but it was enough. If what he had heard was true, then this was a sister school to Xavier's, and if that were true it possessed a benefit and problem to the airborne mutant. If this was an X-Man operated school then it would certainly serve the requirements he needed met, but if it was an X-Man operated school then then there was a good chance they'd recognise him, well that is if they exchanged information on people they encountered, which would not be hard to believe, and this mutant had been in opposition to the X-men more times then on their side. Regardless, if this placed did follow the teachings of Xavier then they probably believed in second chances.

Having spotted the school in the short distance he flew as the crow does before quickly nose diving when above the school grounds. In the last moments he pushed his waist forward, his body flipped forward causing his legs to land against the grass with great force. Landing always caused the same little problem, it kicked up bits of dust or dirt which always got on his armour, he took a moment to brush himself down, the metal of his gauntlets clanged against the metal of his greaves and pauldrons. When satisfied that he had brushed away all that could be brushed away he slowly placed a hand on the hilt of his sword, it fueled him with the confidence he'd need in this place. There was something regal to his appearance, the armour, the sword, the long blonde hair. Yes, his father had designed this one to look like a king indeed. He started towards the school, taking slow steps. He might as well take the time to take in the surroundings.

Tricity had been outside with the younger children when they pointed up at the sky. She put a hand to her forehead to block out the sun, noticing a figure flying overhead? 'A mutant?' she thought, ushering the kids to the stairs as quick as possible, getting a couple of the teenagers to keep them back. Tricity gathered some of the electric currents running through the lightposts along the grounds and formed a blue ball of power, sparking in her palm.

The giant of a man came closer to her and she prepared herself for the worst. He looked like he belonged in Orion's time with how he carried himself along with the obvious armour he wore. "STOP!" On closer inspection, he looked to be about her age. "What are you doing here?"

(OOC: Sorry for the delay in response! )

Primarch couldn’t help but give a little snigger, it hadn’t expected such aggression, well he did but that was if they recognised him, but it would seem this woman certainly didn’t.

“If I was here for hostility, I’d have drawn my sword and struck you as I landed.” But to be fair his face, whilst if he had not been so tall and clad in armour would earn him fan girls, was rather menacing in appearance most of the time. “I’m here for the same reasons many arrive here, to train and to learn and perhaps repent for a few things.” He brushed some hair from his face. “Where is the head of this school?” he asked whilst staring down at the woman, when most men ran there eye’s over a woman it was to drool over there figure, he did it to see where and what to watch out for and what to strike if she decided to use the ball of energy being formed in her.

(OOC: It's cool! You're here now! )

Tricity relaxed a little, absorping the current into her body. He was tall... She cleared her throat and held her hands behind her back. "My name is Delilah or Tricity if you prefer. I'm the head of the school. You're looking to live here, then?" She turned to face the students who waited by the stairs in anticipation, giving a sign that everything seemed to be ok.

He gave a nod in response. "Indeed...Tricity...I wish to stay here. I am Primarch, it is my only name." He approved of her stance, her hands behind her back, it showed respect, if this schools head could show him such respect it deemed things well, and one could turn deserved another and with a slow movement of his hand he drew his sword at a glance it was probably about the same size at the woman who stood before him, it was possibly a few inches taller but he wouldn't know for sure unless he placed it next to her.

Tricity quirked an eyebrow at his unsheathing of the massive sword, but he didn't seem on intending to use it. "I...have to ask you a few questions before I let you stay. They are manditory for everyone," she explained, showing him toward the front door where the children immediately scattered. "I need you to tell me everything you know about your mutation and if it's dangerous to yourself or anyone else."

Without responding to her question, Primarch dropped to one knee, extending the hilt of his blade towards her. "You may feel this to be an out dated custom. But what it means is very real to me, I am swearing my allegiance to you now and that means I shall fight and die for you so long as this school stays true to its ideals and objectives." and whilst usually expected for the reciever of this offer to take the sword momentarily, Primarch made the assumtion Tricity would be unable to lift the sword so instead just rose to his feet after giving the moment to sink in.

"As for my powers, they have been active all my life so I imagine I know most things about them. As I'm sure you can tell I can fly and possess great physical strenght and endurance, I possess resistances far beyond human levels." after this he took in a large noseful of air as if preparing to talk about something he didn't want to.
"As for the dangers, as you can tell from my garments I partake in combat often and when I do there is a risk that the...frenzy of the moment we shall call it can become overwhelming and I may lose control, this is due to a genetic mutation, there's nothing that can be done about." Primarch was careful how he phrased this, it was a weakness and he knew it and for someone who possossed enhanced endurance and resistances, there are somethings you just can't resist and end up hurting. "There is another...problem more so then a danger. I'm a blood drinker, not on a regular basis, I...get the thirst...once a month. If there's anything else you need to know you can ask now or if you want to run some tests to exact information. Giving away all such details are not something I'm fond of doing and would prefer it if I never had to repeat anything we just discussed." Primarch didn't enjoy just handing out his weaknesses, even if it was to one of the famed x-men and a future ally. the dark grimace of his face softened up for a moment, but not wanting to show any more displeasure at the information he just gave out it quickly returned, if anything else it might let Tricity know just how unhappy he was about it having to let people now his potental insanity and dependace on human blood.

Tricity couldn't believe how alike he and Orion seemed to be. His kneeling was a great reminder of a time long past she had to deal with a few years ago. "This... thirst... Do you become violent or do you have some type of... um, supply?" Tricity wasn't exactly sure how to ask these questions. It wasn't like she wasn't in the presence of someone who had somewhat of the same mutation, she just didn't want Primarch to feel uncomfortable. They had approached the doors and walked inside.

Primarch took in a breath as if he was about to be the bearer of bad news but turned around to say "No I do not get violent, it is more akin to...a smoker removed from there cancer sticks. Although that is not to say certain individuals have contributed there blood without wanting to, put that is a excecution for only the lowest of individuals, traitors and those who abuse the weak." he put particular emphasis on traitors, how he loath them. "Do not worry, the students and staff here are at no risk of being bitten, unless it is a provoked action or am I not in my right mind." he informed whilst giving a shake of his wings.

He slowly removed one of his large gauntlets before rubbing a hand against the wall as they walked, no particular reason but to stimulate his sense of touch whilst he conversed with the principal.

"Not in your right mind? When exactly does that happen?" Tricity was a little worried about letting this resident in. He was rather mysteriously and seemingly dangerous on top of that. She wondered if it would be a good idea or not.

"You're reading into my words too much, I was just implying should I fall victim to mental manipulation of some nature. Although one should take into consideration that should I fall victim to my...frenzy which has already been discussed an injury to an ally is a possibility. But surely the fabled x-men can handle a dangerous mutation, yes?" He let the fingers of his now bare hand slowly wrap around the hilt of his sword, his thumb caressing its end in a manner one would to a lovers hand.

"All right, well... please, come in. There are rooms on the second floor. You'll want to find one in the center hallway with the infirmary. That's where the adults are staying." She picked up a new resident folder and handed it to him. "Just fill out those papers and bring them to my office when you get a chance. I'm also in the middle hallway." She ran a hand through her hair and wondered how the children would react to such a huge man. "Do you have any questions for me?"

He took the papers in his hand, slowly flicking through to get an idea of the general jist. "No I don't believe I do." he replied in a rather cold tone. "But I shall contact you should something arise. Now I shall depart and as you suggested, find a room." and with one last shake of his wings were others would get a shiver down there back he departed, his powerful feet making his presence known to all in ear shot.

Tricity watched the hulk of a man walk down the hallway, crossing her arms over her chest as he soon reached the stairs. Little heads began to peek around the corners of different rooms that he had passed on his way.

"WHOA!" a small boy named Justin cried out as he ran into Tricity from the kitchen, carrying a tuna sandwich. He watched with the others as the new resident headed upstairs. "He's huuuuge!"

Tricity quickly bent down and covered his mouth, shaking her head in disapproval. "J, that's not nice. He's going to be staying here with us and I'm sure he doesn't need you gawking at him, ok?"

"Gawking?" he replied, scrunching up his nose in confusion. "What's that?!" She smiled and bent down to help clean up the mess he'd made when dropping the sandwich. Grabbing his hand, they both went into the kitchen for a little lesson on tact.