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The heroes of yesterday are dead and gone. Division and the Mutant Control Enforcement Agency (MCEA) saw to that. This dystopia we live in is the result of one anti-mutant hate crime that sparked the third world war. The law now requires mutants to register, to spend the rest of their lives being a number on a file with a tracking device on their wrist or in their bloodstream.

For a while, the children of fallen heroes started to work in the shadows as the new X-Men. Not all that long ago, the latest incarnation of the X-Men was brought down in flames by Division's efforts. Team members captured, Agents killed, Cosmic fire everywhere... It seems as though the days of the X-Men have come and gone once again. Or have they?

For a while, the children of fallen heroes started to work in the shadows as the new X-Men. Not all that long ago, the latest incarnation of the X-Men was brought down in flames by Division's efforts. Team members captured, Agents killed, Cosmic fire everywhere... It seems as though the days of the X-Men have come and gone once again. Or have they?

Notice: Human Division employees are still much needed, even if they're depowered mutants. We would also love to see more MHA, Morlock and Purifier affiliated characters.

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SABINE P. DEVERAUX
 Posted: Feb 16 2017, 02:54 AM
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After a short drive through the sprawl of Chicago traffic, Sabine found herself inside the gated walls of the exclusive institution where her daughter had been sent. The grounds were impressive, sprawling, and well maintained by the gardener. Even in the crisp of winter, Sabine could see that things were maintained. Paths were shoveled and de-iced with machine precision. Over the greenhouse and arboretum was strung tasteful garden lighting, the likes of which, Paris could only imagine, looked breathtaking at night. All in all, the exterior was impressive, despite the cold of winter.

She had not come to this decision to send Amanda away lightly. But after the incident which had left her widowed, there were few options. Sabine was out of her depth. Amanda's maturation into preternatural abilities were wild. At her age, aside from private tutelage and living in constant fear that she would have another outbreak, this seemed like the best of choices. The Institute didn't feel like a bad place to achieve a formal education along with the special needs that she required. Most of the staff, as far as she understood it, were fellow mutants, and those that weren't, were doctors and specialists within the field.

Most of the Deveraux family was behind the decision. in fact, the only person who'd given protest to sending Amanda to the school was her biological father. Thankfully, he didn't have a legal leg to stand on when it came to making decisions like this anymore. Since she and her late husband Julian had changed over parental rights, it was important that the heiress to a good deal of his fortune got the treatment she needed. If it were up to Joseph Dorsey, she guessed he would have preferred to see her attending public school and trying to cope with her talent through remedial aid.

Passing through the front door, Sabine handed her overcoat off to the uniformed man who'd granted her entry. She peeled off to go and sit in the reception room and wait for the headmaster, who had promised her a grand tour of the facility along with the first of many visits to Amanda's private rooms. As she understood it, Amanda wasn't exactly confined to these rooms twenty four seven, but until she had a better handle over her powers, the staff would be there to escort her to her classes and during recreational hours.

Like the grounds outside, the interior was just as lovely. The floors ranged from hardwood to antique marble. Crown moulding adorned the upper and lower bits of hand-painted wallpaper. The furniture, didn't have worn edges or scuffed feet, but didn't have a feel of being unused and simply there as a display piece. Everywhere that Paris looked there was some facet that spoke of the history of the building and the contents within.

The room n which she waited there were huge floor to ceiling bookshelves loaded to the gills with hardback volumes of books. To her right, a gas fireplace crackled flames over convincingly realistic logs. Motivated to explore, she pushed up from the chaise lounger to go and pluck one of the tomes from the shelf. Gingerly, she pried it open to look at the publication date of 1943. No, not a bad place at all if they had treasures such as Wuthering Heights with this young of a print out for common usage.
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FELIX W. MEREK
 Posted: Feb 19 2017, 02:43 PM
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“Professor, your one o’clock is here.” Felix looked up from his newspaper, thanked the secretary, and deposited his empty coffee mug on his beautifully polished mahogany desk. He then flipped through his appointment book, his slender index finger finding the name Deveraux printed in neat block letters under today’s date. Ah, yes. Amanda’s mother. She had requested a tour of the facilities and a visit to her daughter’s dormitory, which Felix had offered to give himself. This whole running-a-school thing was certainly a first for the Division mutant—giving tours, teaching classes, looking handsome and debonair at all times (well, he always did that, but this was expressly for the benefit of the Institute).

That was to say that, while a new experience, he didn’t dislike it in the slightest.

When Marcus had transferred facilities, leaving him without a handler, Felix had been firmly planted behind a desk and told to keep himself out of trouble. Of course, telling Felix to keep put was like asking a lion to give up red meat. After several incidents involving Felix running amok, blatantly disregarding orders and making the lives of many a Division employee miserable, the board had sat down to decide what to do with him. Too unpredictable for the field and too unruly for the more corporate side of things, they had ultimately decided there was only one way to keep him under control: The Institute.

Felix had to admit, it was a clever fix; he obviously didn’t have total free-reign over what went on at the school, but being the Institute’s public face had plenty of other perks. One of which being more freedom than being cooped up at H.Q. And, not that he’d ever admit it to anyone, but Felix genuinely liked children—being able to help young and volatile mutants gave him a purpose he hadn’t possessed in a long while. Perhaps it wasn’t as exciting as throwing himself in the line of danger in the field, but hey, he would take what he could get until they figured out how to kill him once and for all.

Plus, he looked damn good in tweed and elbow patches.

He spotted Ms. Deveraux in the waiting area as he slyly emerged from his office, a book clutched in the lovely woman’s hand. It pleased him to see her investigating the impressive selection; the wall was stocked with numerous pieces from Felix’s own personal collection, most of them older than all of the school’s students and their parents.

As silent as a cat on the hunt, Felix crept forward until he could see over the woman’s shoulder, peering at the text in her hand. A small, pleased smile lifted his lips. “If he loved you with all the power of his soul for a whole lifetime, he couldn’t love you as much as I do in a single day,” Felix quoted in a husky, dramatic voice. He then clasped his hands behind his back and circled around to face Sabine, that complacent grin still lighting up his features. “You must be Ms. Deveraux.” He offered her a hand. “Professor Merek.” While Headmaster had a nice ring, Felix liked the intellectual implication of Professor. Plus, the former made him feel old. “Though, fellow Brontë fans get to call me Felix.” This, he added with a wink. Another perk of working at the school, rather than in the field: shameless flirting with the city's elite.
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SABINE P. DEVERAUX
 Posted: Feb 25 2017, 01:55 PM
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His voice hit her exactly where it was intended. Not that she was aware of his unnatural advantage. Merek had lifetimes to perfect the right want to make a first impression. And not a moment of his expertise was lost on Sabine Deveraux. Looks could fade, (not that his ever would) and they were an asset to be sure, but it was in cleverness and intelligence that most people judged the character of a person. The handsome mutant who'd walked in and struck the perfect chord had already put her at ease about the difficult choice. He'd managed to pluck a quote from his memories and use it without giving airs of superiority or lecherous flirtation. It came off as a fluid gesture, likened to a piano player sitting down to do what came naturally.

Refinement and culture were new for Sabine. She had the stain of new money. Julian had been born to the life. She was just another piece that he'd added t his collection of beautiful things. Truthfully, she was glad that he'd wanted both pieces of the set; her daughter and herself. Amanda wasn't just an afterthought, she had become his daughter. Had she the capacity for emotions, real emotions instead of just reflective exercises that society demanded, Paris would have likely found the quality remarkable. But for the most part, she saw a life that was infinitely better for Amanda than the one she could provide with Joseph or on her own. It was good Julian didn't survive the manifestation of her powers. It would have broken his heart to see her sent away like this.

"I am. Thank you for meeting with me. I hope I haven't put too much of a strain on your schedule." Sabine was used to calculating her words. She chose them carefully, and analyzed the things people liked and disliked. Asking about someone's day or personal time, for example, implied that she cared. Recognizing a compliment and reflecting one back was also a good way to make the conversation blossom toward getting things leaned to your favor. "The distinction is welcomed, though I'm afraid I've not earned it. Literature wasn't a luxury that was afforded me in my youth." Broadly Sabine smiled and moved to replace the old tome. "I am thankful that it was clearly a part of yours however. From what little I've gleaned of the grounds, and your refinement of language, I've already begun to feel my trepidation slipping away."

She took pause then to humanize herself and remind the incredibly handsome headmaster that she had a soul. "She's doing alright then?" Features were allowed now to crumble ever so slightly. Lips twisting as if there was an internal struggle waging itself inside. Abstractly she cared. But for all the good of it, making a fine impression with the staff was more about getting the very best for herself and her family.
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FELIX W. MEREK
 Posted: Jun 12 2017, 01:31 PM
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The headmaster ran a long, manicured index finger along the spines of the books, not picking up so much as speck of dust. Felix smiled to himself, pleased with the cleaning staff’s attention to detail. Again, he felt a swell of pleasure at these flawless accommodations; they were a far cry from his cramped little office at Division Headquarters. His smile grew all the more mischievous; the larger a pain in the ass he made himself, the more Division seemed to reward him. Being downright insufferable on a daily basis had paid off in the end, as it always did.

Felix returned his attention to his guest, noting the expression of appreciation that swept across her features. Insufferable as he was, Felix could be equally if not more charming if he felt so inclined. Usually, a pretty face or well-dressed body was more than enough to prompt his charisma to appear—charisma he had spent lifetimes planning and honing, just as he had his ability to badger and exasperate. He had learned in his last six centuries of life that a carefully arranged smile and the right cadence to his words was more than enough to gain a stranger’s favor and, subsequently, obtain what he wanted. Unbeknownst to him, it seemed Sabine Deveraux had a similar talent at manipulation.

“Of course not, it’s my pleasure,” he purred. “I insist on personally meeting the parents of our students. After all, I’m most comfortable knowing you’re comfortable.” Surprisingly, this was not part of the script Division had insisted he follow, lest scare away the crème de la crème of Chicago society and their dangerous mutant children. Instead, this was one of the rare times Felix spoke from the heart. It had been a long, long time since he’d reared children of his own, but Felix could still stay with certainty that there was nothing like having—or losing—a child. He could only imagine how poorly he would have handled one of his kin inheriting his immortality or a volatile mutation, and how much worse he would have taken subsequently sending them away.

Deftly hiding the ancient loss that struck him, Felix gave a well-mannered smile as Ms. Deveraux attempted to slide the novel back in place. Gently, he reached out a hand, blocking her path to the bookcase. “Well, then I must insist you read it. You’ll have to let me know how your thoughts, of course.” Here, he winked.

As the conversation turned towards her child, Felix began walking towards the waiting room’s exit, to lead her on a more scrupulous tour of the grounds. “She is, indeed. Though I’m sure she’ll be all the better with your visitation.” He knew Amanda, of course, as he knew every mutant child under his tutelage. Felix wasn’t well-versed in the life stories of the collective of children at the Institute, but he could pin a name to a face, a power, and some personality traits to them all. Despite the fact that Division was undoubtedly malicious in many of their dealings, the Institute, as Felix saw it, had its heart in the right place. It may have been a way to round up potentially dangerous youths, sure, but Felix wanted desperately to believe that it was also helping them. Casting doubts aside and instead admiring the luxurious school and all its facilities, the immortal extended an arm and a disarming smile. “Shall we?”

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