5429/Genesis

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Genesis
Date of Scene: 04 March 2021
Location: Charles' Office / Classroom
Synopsis: A yelling match in the school draws Piotr's attention. The loud one? Impossible, but it appears to have been little Rahne!
Cast of Characters: Rahne Sinclair, Piotr Rasputin




Rahne Sinclair has posed:
The sound of yelling comes from the Professor's office, with an anger behind it that goes right through walls. The words are difficult to track, an accent that makes them nearly incoherent. The odd effect of that kind of sound coming from the Professor's normally so very calm office raises not a few heads, eyebrows, and would worry those hearing if it weren't for recognizing the accent.

Scottish. It's Rahne, so how bad could it be?

A moment later the door opens and then slams behind the retreating figure of the little Scot, her body absolutely shaking. She walks into the classroom, looking around and barely able to see over anyone, but she has anger in her features. Anger, or fear.

She starts to look around, not really certain if she wishes to see anyone right now. But it may already be too late.

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
As it would be, Piotr was at the classroom alone for the moment. Going over some of the papers he has in front of him. He isn't one of the major teachers on traditional school studies other than art, but he does help out with the grading now and again just to ease the burden on the falculty. When he hears the yelling he glances up with ana rch of his brow and a sigh.

The door slams and Rahne appears across from where he is seated, the large russian strong man offers a friendly nod and, "Hello." in his low tone, letting it settle like a calming influence.

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
Rahne's green eyes are blessedly quiet; they change to yellow when she's in danger of shifting. Whatever it is that happened in there had no real threat, only the turmoil of youth. But Rahne looks across the room at Piotr, a teacher who seems so stable, and stands there as if rooted to the spot.

Then she starts to cry, standing there outside of Xavier's exit, then to blubber. She stands, almost rigid, and tries to look away from Piotr's eyes.

"Ah...sorry...didnae," She makes no sense for a moment, then mumbles, "Didne pure tae bortha ye sair," which is in her file as 'ask for translation when she calms down'.

Something be up in the state of Scotland.

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
"No bother." Piotr replies as he sets the papers down and rises to his feet, "I was just doing some grading..." he explains, trying to get her mind distracted a bit as he moves around the desk. "Sometimes it is good for me to do the...rhythmic work and just help where I can. Keeps the mind distracted from other worries and anxieties, yeah?"

He takes another breath as he watches her begin to cry. He considers a few strategies, he could approach her and yet in the moment he is providing her space, opportunity. He takes a single step forward and leans in a bit, "How can I be of help? Perhaps lend an ear?"

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
A moment later the little lady has her hands on Piotr's desk, mussing his papers (a lttle) and getting them wet (bit more). She says something, talking fast in her own speech, but there is no way to tell what it means. Not without a computer analysis, an interpreter, or a gallon of whiskey.

She goes on for a full minute, gesturing wildly around the room, and aims her fingers at Xavier's door twice. And never once does she slow down enough to make sense, her face leaking and turning a shade of red.

When she stops to breathe, it's almost gasping for air. In fact that's exactly what she has to do.

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
Piotr Rasputin arches a brow, actually surprised at how easily it just flows out of her in her explanation of whats wrong and yet he understands none of it. So what does he do? He just nods now and again with a face to provide empathy. "Yes..I see." which is how she knows he is listening. Yup, thats it.

When she gasps for air, he nods again. "You know, in Russia we have proverb: They do not swing fists when the fight is over." he pauses, "That is to say....we cannot undo what is the past, so when something has happaned and upset us, it does us no good to throw fists and get angry, it will not change the past. Yeah? So we live and we will see...The First Pancacke is always lumpy." the second proverb he doesn't offer an explanation, he just watches Rahne.

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
"Wh..wha? What?" Rahne pauses, the entire conversation having taken a turn that she didn't expect. She puts up her right hand in a 'one moment' gesture, then closes her eyes and takes a few deep breaths. In, out. She lathers, rinses, repeats, til she's able to think. Then opens her eyes and glances back at Xavier's door.

She looks back at Piotr and her eyes drop, then she sighs heavily. "Ye be too good a' thes," she says softly, her shoulders drooping. Apparently she believed every word, the innocent child that she is. "Wt be tae late noo anyway. M' faither a'ready left."

Family issues then. No wonder she's upset.

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
"He may have already left, but he left you here." Piotr points out, "It may seem scary, but there is no better place for a gifted youth to be, yeah?" he explains. "It is a scary world out there, and many people frightened of us for what we are, what we can do. Here, you have friends and allies. People that will care and help." he suggests. "It is good.

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
Piotr's words are given due concern. It seems that little Rain is unable to give less than proper attention when a teacher is speaking, though she may be hurting inside. She stands up straight, she bites her lip. She listens.

But then, she whispers a question. One perhaps that may not be expected. "Es prayer allowed, en th' school? Ah ken may needs tae," she says, very softly. May I pray? Please, sir?

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
"Of course, of course." Piotr gives her a reassuring squeeze of her shoulder. "Noone at the school is going to discriminate or reject you based on prayer." he suggests, although he can't be certain in how /everyone/ may act, he feels confident enough. "We face enough discrimination as it is, we do not need to pile on top of it."

He smiles once more and says, "Pray to whomever helps give you the strength to do the right thing? Who knows, perhaps it will help?"