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Alexander Aaron	It is a brilliant Summer day giving way slowly to the evening. Almost eight of the clock and yet the sun is still hovering over the horizon, though it casts a lovely bevy of colors upon the distant skyline. It is often hard to see in the city, but in Upstate New York? In the open sweeping majesty of the front yards of the Xavier mansion? It is really a beautiful thing.     Beautiful enough to have caught the eye of the blond young man who is seated on the grass, settled in front of a trio of indentations pressed into the lawn the shape of landing gear as if some advanced craft had landed, parked there, and been gone. Leaving him there like some present to the school.     For now, however, the youth in the black and silver armor is settled there seemingly comfortably. One arm is in a sling held to the side, a gift from some adventure or another, while his other hand lightly picks small blades of grass and ties them casually into knots that he sets to the side.     Perhaps marking spent time while he waits for something or another.
Rogue	Rogue had been on board the Invisible Jet before. She'd helped Morgan out of a jam when he'd gotten attacked by Cheetah a few months back. He'd helped her fly home while giving a tour of the jet itself, since she was a self professed Wonder Woman superfan. Since the Jet had announced its arrival to the X-Men before touching down, Rogue knew it was on campus. She glides down to where it is out of the sky, and just stands there now, atop it, her gloved hands on her hips. She spies the guy down on the grass, and just walks quietly atop the Jet until her shadow falls across him. "Ya'll been comin' over here a lot more, lately." She speaks down to the guy. "Startin' t'think I might have a chance t'get recruited." She says as she glides down then off of the jet to stand in front of Alex, dressed in her green and gold suit, with her leather jacket on up over her shoulders, and a pair of Aviator sunglasses over her eyes. "What's your name, Sugah?" She asks in her sultry southern tones.
Alexander Aaron	Tilting his head and lifting his eyes upwards, the blond guy down in the form-fitting armor looks too nice in it to be a renfair fella. The way the plates curve smoothly to his athletic frame, the subtle inlaid filigree of silver marking a curious pattern along the places where the armor joins. Then there's also the small small links of the chainmail that forms a suit beneath. It's elaborate, but seems effortless upon him. And those eyes as they lift to meet hers, hazel in color but pale. A bit eerie in some ways.     But it's the smile that's brought forth that finally humanizes him, makes him more just some guy than some fantasy image in this moment. For it's a smile that catches her tone and grows with amusement, warmth. Then tightens as concern takes hold.     "My first time here," He says, then turns and lifts his chin in the direction of the mansion. "Though wish it was under better circumstances. A miss Monet fought with us against some big critters. And she took it hard."     He delivers that news because if they were close he'd want her to know she needs to be elsewhere, but also he's quick to allay fears as he says. "She's alright, just banged up some. But she's feelin' kinda down."     Which is finally when he says, "My name's Alex. What's yours?"
Rogue	Rogue puts one fist on her right hip as her other hand just hangs loose down beside her thigh. She listens to him as her eyes cast over toward the big home. "Mmh." She quietly responds before sweeping her covered eyes back over to where he is. "Monet is a tough cookie. Glad she's okay." The Belle states before lowering her chin just a little. "I'm Rogue." She informs him, with a hot summer wind blowing her white bangs across her face some. "You're with the Themyscirans?" She inquires. "Met one'a yours recently. Another dude. Little dude. Fifteen or so. Nice fella. Weaker than he wants ya t'think, but nice. Didn't know so many men hung out around Wonder Woman." She looks to the house then again, before looking back to Alex. "So you a gladiator or somethin'?" She asks of him lastly as she takes a step to the side and leans against a rock pillar beside some of the flowers planted along the yard.
Alexander Aaron	That smile grows with a slight exhaled breath that would almost be a laugh if he gave it a touch more effort. Then he looks up at her, one eye scrunching up against the sun as it starts to slide behind the horizon so far far off. So it's with that skewed look he watches her and answers, "I suppose I am."     With the Themyscirans he means.     But then his smile grows and he does laugh a little, "That's Morgan. He's a good kid. Cousin of mine." A beat as he looks back up at her then tosses the grass leaf he had in his hand off to the side. "And he'll be glad to know you remembered him."     Then he's shifting his hips to one side and pushing himself up to his feet, rising up and dusting off his hand on the metal plate on his thigh with a short clank-ca-clank. He offers his hand to her, "S'good to meet you, Rogue."     And if she takes his hand he gives a firm squeeze, not rough or aggressive or anything, but there as if recognizing her that she's there and they're all good.     "Or somethin'." He says, then he smiles a little, "Definitely somethin'. Diana, Morgan, they're family. My dad's one of those Olympians."
Rogue	Rogue just leans there on that stone ledge with a rose filled planter behind her left shoulder. When he rises up, she shows a faint smile and a light nod. When he offers his hand, she accepts it in her gloved right. Her responsive squeeze matches the strength of his beat for beat, showcasing that she's a tough gal to be sure... "An Olympian, huh?" She asks him, her stark white bangs still gently waving against her face in the wind, almost like she's used to it or something. "That's pretty special." After a little pause, a grin shows on her dusky pink lips. "My dad was a hippie who had us livin' on a commune. Guess you win that one, huh?" She says as her hand pulls back from his, then goes up to push her hair out of her face, to tuck the brown and white locks back behind an ear. "So what were ya fightin', and how come Monet didn't bring me along? She can't start hoggin' all the stuff t'punch, I'll start gettin' ravenously jealous... and ain't nobody wants that." The Mississippi native declares with a clear sense of humor behind her words.
Alexander Aaron	He's got an easy going way about him, especially in that handshake, not really pushing though when their eyes meet as she holds to give as good as she gets, well his eyebrows rise just a little in appreciation.     "I didn't know it was a competition." He says as she announces him the victor for awesome dads. But he tries to wave off that compliment with the lift of his good hand, gesturing to the side a little. The other arm stays in that sling for now.     "We..." Alexander takes a few steps past her, moving to a place that's a decent counterpoint to where she's leaning, perhaps just a little ways down along that planter and near enough to lean a little himself. "Were fighting a really... really big creature. About the size of a city, and it had a lot of little ones. And it was..." He shakes his head, "Chaos." Then he looks back at her, nose crinkling slightly, "Woulda been plenty for you to punch. I sorta just did what I could, Diana did the heavy-lifting."     His eyes distance and he says, "Like imagine a big... giant... furry snake. With wings, and big enough you could open a shopping mall or two on its back. One of the big ones, like Mall of America." Which is now a unit of measurement. Two Malls of America.
Rogue	Rogue folds her arms across her stomach, holding her elbows with her gloved hands. She just stares at Alexander as he starts to explain the monster that they went up against. It causes her to tilt her head gently as she stares, and takes that description in. "That's big." She notes. "Hard t'even picture somethin' like that bein' real. But then again... we had aliens attack this place awhile back... So, weird shit is kinda on the up'n'up, huh?" She asks him back before shaking her head. "Ya'll are lucky t'have even survived soemthin' like that. But, I guess ya got the best fighters Earth has t'offer when it comes to the Wonder Gals. Met another one'a them awhile back too. A quirky lil blonde blonde one. Helped her stop a train robbery not too far from here... She was fun. Hope she's doin' all right too." Rogue glances once more toward the house. "Monet hangin' out with ya'll... surprisin. she is... unique. Kinda lost inside herself, if ya know what I mean." A smile is sent toward Alex then. She tips her chin up at him. "So what's your story? You just a guard, or somethin'?? Olympian dad, I figure you'd be wrasslin' bulls, or some such..."
Alexander Aaron	A nod is given as his eyes widen, "Oh shit, you don't need to tell me." Then he ahems and says, "Pardon." As he perhaps doesn't realize exactly how much of a potty-mouth Rogue can be! But he shakes his head, "It was like one of those things out of the stories from ages ago. Gigantic and horrible, it was surprising..."     Then his eyes gleam a little, a hint of wild amusement as he tilts his head toward her. "And amazing." Considering how he just leapt into the fray. The curse of having no fear.     "But yes, the Amazons aren't... entirely horrible when it comes to fighting." His lip twists a little, clearly making light yet when she brings up that particular Wonder Kid he nods a little. "Oh yeah, that's Cassie. Sandsmark. Call her Sandsnark, she loves it. She got through it no harm. Monet got the worst of it, my shoulder took a thumpin'. Morgan fell off the critter but he got saved."     A pause.     Then he adds, "Twice."     Then she asks him his story and he looks a little uncomfortable. "Ehn." He says, dragging it out as he eventually and grudgingly murmurs, "I'm sorta. The God of Fear." Which has him nodding to her. Then he lifts his good hand and says to her as he points, "Boo."
Rogue	Rogue just gently shakes her head side to side as he speaks of the others, and how the fight went down. She smirked at the Cassie mention, but did nod to that being the name as she recalls it. The last part has her tilting her head as she stares at him, her right hand goes up to push her sunglasses up over her white hairline. "I'm so scared." She dryly says back to him. "You look more like... I dunno... Anakin Skywalker's less intimidatin' cousin, or somethin'." She grins at hi then, clearly a bit of a tease! "I'm just pullin' your leg. You're a God too then? Ya'll don't have t'like... earn that title somehow? Seems like 'Fear' woulda been taken already. You sure you're not just tryin' t'build yourself up t'impress me a bit?" She asks with a smile gracing her lips again. "I mean, I get it, if ya are. But if you're really the God'a Little Puppies, that's pretty cool too."
Alexander Aaron	"Oh that's mean," The Anakin Skywalker bit as he makes a face at her, crossing a leg over his knee and leaning there with some casual aplomb. "Like almost Darth Jar-Jar levels of mean."     Yet he seems to endure that meanness well enough considering he makes a face at her and then looks back across the grounds. Just a leisurely thoughtful look before she asks him a few more questions that he nods as he listens to her.     "Well, in my case, there's kinda a story to it." His brow furrows, "Which takes a good bit of telling."     Alexander shoots a glance sidelong at her and then says, "And if I'm gonna tell it, well. Then that'll cost ya a beer." He bites his lower lip and nods to her, as if that was the price of admission and he just works her lady.     But really, a beer this time of the evening would be damn nice.
Rogue	Rogue adjusts her weight some from one foot to the other as she leans against that stone flower planter. She listens to his response, showing a self-satisfied smile back at him post-joke. At his request for a beer, Rogue just softly laughs then before tilting her chin upward. "Mistah." She says, as she looks back down at him. "This is a school. We have mainly underage children runnin' around here... If you think I can just go inside and throw open a fridge door, grab a couple'a beers, and then march back out here... You're horribly mistaken." She glances to the mansion again, before back to him. "I'll have t'get them outta the hidin' place in the garage." She says with a smile as she pushes off of the planter and lets her arms fall down to her sides. "You waitin' here, or comin' with?"
Alexander Aaron	The look on his face is one of feigned innocence as she informs him about how this here school has children running around and how it's a big mistake to think one could just so indulge. That look of his says simply silently, 'Oh is it?' as he pushes away from the planter and starts to walk along with her.     Then she asks if he's coming with and he gestures with a nod then answers, "So long as we're within earshot. No idea how long they'll be in there."     That said he hooks his free hand on the belt of that suit of armor, the boots curiously quiet as he moves as they're mainly leather with a plate sewn just above the shin. "So what do you do here? Are you a teacher?"
Rogue	Rogue leads him down the stone pathway toward a bend in the circle drive that goes to the west side of the mansion. It's there that a row of garage doors give way to the car hold itself! She looks to the front doors also before back to him. "Fancy armor, by the by." Rogue notes while walking toward the middle garage door that is lifted up, and open, showing way in to the fancy structure. "Mosta the student body is on vacation now, so we're down t'just a little under half our usual numbers. They generally all hang out at the lake durin the day, or inside playin' their video game machines, gettin' fatter on sugah and salty snacks." Once inside, Rogue steps to one of the work benches, and opens up a drawer filled with moth ball packages that she moves aside, and exposes a cooler that is opened with a quick lock code punch. She pulls out a can of Budweiser for them both then. "Not the best stuff, but I don't really maintain this stash myself..." The Belle notes as she seals the cooler up again, then turns to face him with a grin.
Alexander Aaron	"This old thing?" He says as he touches his hand to the breastplate, smiling a little. "But thanks." He follows along in her wake, wandering with her down that path stride for stride. It gives him a chance to look the place over as they walk, letting his eyes wander and listening to her point of view about the activities of the student body.     "Worse things in this world than spending a Summer on the lake." He offers as his insight on the situation, the topic of video games and sugar he leaves untouched. Then they're in the garage and he holds off while she finagles with the cooler and the code, turning his head to the side slightly so he can't be accused of trying to spy and find out what that code is!     Then she turns to him and loosely apologizes, "It's a beer, so I'll hold up my end of the bargain." But Budweiser. Man.     "So what was I supposed to tell you?" He half-smiles as if he's oh so forgetful but if she hands him the beer he'll crack it open.
Rogue	Rogue does hand him the red and white can. "What?" She asks, as she looks down at it. "You got a problem with an all American beer made in St. Louis... owned by a Chinese company....?" She asks, her voice getting progressively more and more grim the further along in that sentence she went. Then the gloves are pulled off, dropped on to the workbench that she leans back against, while the beer is cracked open. She takes a girly sip from it, and then is smiling again. "Still tastes like ... crappy beer." She laughs softly. "But yeah, you don't gotta share nothin' more if you don't wanna. I mean, you're a Wonder Woman guard kid. Ya fly around on that fancy Jet. Ya fight city sized monsters. Your dad is a Olympian.. and I'm guessin' you probably make Tik Tok videos about how to craft your muscles 'just so'." She teases him further,m another little slurpy sip taken from the gross ass beer can.
Alexander Aaron	As she regales him with the tale of who he is he gives her another one of those chuffy snorts that isn't quite a laugh even as he cracks open his beer and takes a sip from his. Though his sip is clearly much more manly and strong.     "Alright, so the story." He says as he leans against the work table there, though he leans to the side a little to check the sight-lines and make sure he can see Diana if she emerges or is standing around the Invisible Jet looking irritated. Then Alex looks back to her.     "So. Ok." He starts off, "Imagine Ares, God of War. You fight hard for your family, kick all sorts of butt protecting them, but the whole time they do nothing but talk shit about you?"     Alex takes a deep breath, "Eventually you say 'screw you guys' and take off. So that's what he did. Ares, like I dunno how long ago for sure, but less than a hundred years? Something like that, he leaves Olympus and decides to just be mortal. Lives a mortal life. Runs around the world, sometimes causing problems but also sometimes trying to just live."     He takes another sip of beer, "Then he ends up in Minnesota, meets a gal, falls in love. Things are perfect, she becomes with child, but..." He smiles a little at her, a little sadly as he says, "But she passes during labor. And that's when I was born."     A beat, then he pushes on as he says, "So now, Ares... tries to raise a child on his own. And wants nothing to do with his family. So for a time everything is ok. And for me? I thought it was ok, I figured everyone had a dad who taught them how to field strip an AR-15 when they were three years old."
Rogue	Rogue just leans back against the work bench, her eyes glancing out the open garage door now and then too, but ultimately she just looks back at him. She gives him most of her attention, even showing emotion at some of what he says, such as a frown at his mother's demise. After another sip of beer she hears his story wrap up, and she gently nods her head to it. "So that's why you're with Wonder Woman. You ... got... whatever... 'Power' or what have you. Like what's his face, Hercules, I guess?" She shows a smirk. "It's best for you to be with Diana Prince, t'get that Power under control, less you end up some kinda crazy evil God, and have t'get put down by her blade." Rogue says with a growing grin, ever the damn tease, this one. Her free hand points at his chest then. "God of Fear. Son of the God of War. Jeezus all mighty. That almost sounds like you're a Heavy Metal rockstar or some such. But... we can't all just be normal gals like me..." She adds that last part with a preening stroke of her hair to push it back over her left shoulder, accentuating the gesture with a bright, sweet smile. "Don't you go doin' what I've heard Olympian's do though, and start leavin' babies all over the world for their poor mothers t'raise on their own..."
Alexander Aaron	"Ah, there's more to it, but that'd be another beer." Alexander says with a wryness to him even as he settles against that table, wincing a little as his sling catches on a piece of wood and disentangling after a moment. Yet as he says that he does go on a little more to clarify. "I was just a normalish kid, but eventually after there was..."     His hazel eyes distance a little, then he shakes his head, "A bit of craziness, I ended up becoming Phobos. God of Fear. And yeah, there you go."     That having been said he looks at her and says, "I have some powers, yah. Not quite like Hercules though." Since Herc has his own thing. Then she tells him to be careful of Diana and her blade and he's all, "Pfft, she's not so tough."     Though he does look to see if she's nearby and can hear him, though his smile is wide and a little crooked, likely pleased if she did hear him. Which is when she hassle shim for the woes of his family what with the leaving babies everywhere and he makes a face at her, "Hey, just because I'm a Greek God doesn't mean I'm, you know. A Greek God."
Rogue	"Phobos..." Rogue quietly tries the word on as she considers it internally for a second. Her green eyes go over to him then and a little smile starts to show up. "Sounds like a brand of foreign soccer ball." She chides the man before shaking her smile away. "But yeah... be careful, you're gonna get Wonder slammed, talkin' like that." She warns him with a point of her beer-holding-index finger. "You want another?" She asks him then, only a quarter of the way in to her own. She sets it aside though, and starts to go about acquiring another for him. "This is one'a Logan's stashes. He's a grumpy woodsman who lives around here, doin' odd jobs, and eatin' all the protein food." She says whilst acquiring the next brew for the Godling. When it's thumped on to the work bench beside her own, she straightens up again and wipes her hands together. "So do ya got a job, or somethin'?" She asks him. "I'm fresh outta college with a teachin' degree. Gonna start classes this fall here, it seems. Imagine how lucky some future students gonna be, t'get /me/ as their teacha?" She notes with a grin once more upon her youthful visage.
Alexander Aaron	"I was half-kidding, but..." He accepts the beer, perhaps more asking for it to see if he could get it. Which amused him for some reason. He still sips from the first one, however.     "I am currently a student at Empire State," He tells her, then adds, "Another year and a half roughly and then I may have to do something for real which is all sorts of horrible to imagine." Since, indeed, he is not looking forward to that.     But then she tells him about her own prospects and plans, which actually has him engaged as his eyebrows rise. "Yeah? That's kind of cool. I think you'll definitely have an impact on your students." He says that lightly even as he tilts his head and considers her.     "I had a crush on one of my teachers ages ago, so you will be an inspiration m'sure." A pause for a moment before he asks, "Did you have a particular field o study you liked?"
Rogue	Rogue snatches up her can again as she leans against the bench table once more on her right hip. She smirks softly at him before taking another drink of the sudsy beer. His last question has her shaking her head. "I'm not sure. I'm a fluent French speaker, so that is an obvious choice, but I gotta find out if it's a course that can be worked inta the prrocess. I was thinkin' about Poetry too... it's been somethin' I've used t'help me open up my mind t'different emotional states. I think it's somethin' that a lot of younger types aren't gettin' properly exposed too either, for the same reason. People are too obsessed with ... ya know, yellin' at each other, rather than listenin' to smarter people writin' beautiful poetry. It'd be like a class about inner serenity... or somethin', I think." She showcases a grin for him. "I hope ya land a good job, and not end up like, shovelin' Tacos at people outta a little window. That just wouldn't be doin' a Godly Phobos any justice, not one bit."
Alexander Aaron	"That's..." Alexander settles back again as she tells him about her ideas for a class and as she speaks his eyes distance a little. Those eyebrows rise up as he seems somewhat surprised at himself as he adds, "That actually seems really nice. Though..."     He tilts his head to the side to look at her from under his eyelids a bit, "I think it'll be a hard sell with how into like... things people are. Their phones and all. Getting people to turn off, and meditate. It'll be an uphill battle."     He seems to think a little more about it, "I hope you can win it though."     But then his smile twists as she suggests he'll be flinging tacos. "Honestly I have no idea what I'm going to be doing." He pushes off and away from the work bench, taking the extra beer with him which he'll probably hand to Diana, 'look what I got you!'     "Though if I do, you'll have to come by and I'll get you free tacos. Ok?" As he says that he starts to walk toward the door they came in from, turning around to walk backwards a little. "It was nice meeting you, Rogue. You're pretty cool."
Rogue	Rogue walks with him out to the garage door where she stops to lean against it. She smiles at him. "Hey. I've fought big monsters too. I think I can handle cell phones." She adds as he starts to walk off. Her eyes go over to the front doors to see Diana walking with Charles' wheel chair, and Storm pushing him along. She smiles at the sight of the tall Amazon woman, but isn't about to go interrupt that group. So she just looks back over to the fleeing Alex. "If ya do end up in the food services business, let me know, so I can come by and get free chow, yeah?" She chides him a bit more before waving lightly with her free hand. "Don't be a strange'ah now, Mistah Fear." The Belle says in that sassy sort of way, turning then to go back in to the garage.