Dr. Archon looked up as Calypso entered his office, flashing her a small smile. "Ah, the lovely Calypso. Yes, I am awake. Sleep is for the dead, and to die is but to sleep." He said with a chuckle, standing slowly, setting aside the nuclear physics book he had been casually browsing. He considered it slightly. "There are some grammatical errors in the book, and several biased statements, but it's an acceptable textbook. Perhaps I'll use it for our advanced lessons. Can't get the Feds to allow me to build a miniature nuclear reactor of course, so experiments will be severely limited..." He muttered, tapping his fingers absentmindedly before snapping to the present.<br/><br/>"But that's not important. Was there reasoning behind you coming? My services and mind are yours to use." He said, returning to his seat, shrugging off the light suit coat he work and running his finger through his dark hair. "Trouble with science or mathematics? Emotional stress? Feeling trapped an unable to escape? Getting strange visions of the future?" He suggested lightly, his eyes intently watching her, gauging her usefulness to his potential rebellion.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, in another part of the building, senior student Dante Fero strode quickly down a hall. He missed the days when he could simply blink into existence wherever he desired. But the damn Scholl had rid him of that right. That ability.<br/><br/>Recently he had been approached by Dr. Archon, his favorite teacher, and informed of the school's graduation policy. They agreed to assemble a group of trustworthy students and work together to overthrow the guards of the school. To do this, however, they would need power. Archon, so Dante believed, needed the students because he had no power of his own. The good Doctor, though his skills at chemistry limited, had devoted such brainpower to developing an anti-serum for the power-suppressant that he was nearly at the breakthrough point.<br/><br/>Then the rebellion's plans could begin.