<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/cqucnxZ.png)</div><hr/><strong>Character Name/Alias:</strong>Gabriel Summers / Vulcan<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The New Xavier's School For the Gifted, New York City, Random Hallway<br/><strong>Current Action(s):</strong>Recovery<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As Pictured<br/><hr/><br/>Turned from the window to look at the Doctor, his eyes focusing on her though with no sign of any maliciousness or even standoffish arrogance that he might have been famous for back in the day at the height of his abilities. He instead just looked sort of lost. He knew his name, but nothing of what the name meant. Nothing of his brothers that were both famous in their own rights for their deeds and actions and nothing about his own name and the damage that he had once caused. With the imprinting having been burned out of him, his body purified in the temporal fire he was like a new man...didn't even have the augmented cybernetic eye that he used to have.<br/><br/>"<strong>Oh, hi Doc. Didn't mean to give you panic or anything. I just, got hungry and thought I could find the mess hall. Though it seems this isn't a hospital?</strong>" he looked around, narrowing his eyes as he shrugged, "<strong>but I sorta got turned around.</strong>" he said offhand, leaning against the wall to rest. His body still hurt, all over and even just the small bit of walking he had done caused him to ache in new and profound ways. Sure, if he knew of his abilities he could have likely targeted in on the thermal energies of the sun as they were casting themselves down and used that energy to then in turn heal himself but he didn't even know he could do something like that. He didn't even know he was a mutant.<br/><br/>Of course, this was the first time he had really spoken since getting up in the manor or at least the first time he could recall. There were more than a few times he thought he might have been awake but it was hazy and hard to remember, like trying to hold onto a nights dream as the mind awakens. Not that any of that mattered now, he could see in the Doctors face that she was worried. Given the pain that had gradually crept up on him, he also had started to wonder if it was a wise decision to leave the comfort of the bed and hospital room. What if whatever was wrong with him was more serious than he thought? I mean, the fact he couldn't recall so much about his life, how he got here should have been a clear alarm bell.<br/><br/>"<strong>We can head back if you like though.</strong>" pushing himself off the wall was a painful endeavor as he dropped to one knee, palm hitting the floor to catch himself. "<strong>I probably shouldn't have gotten out of bed in the first place</strong>." if what had been heard about him was true, he certainly didn't seem to be the same person as described in any of those briefings. Slowly he rose back up to his feet, walking with a purposeful slowness as he made his way towards to the Doctor. Only at a point did he stop, leaning against the wall once more and waiting for her to lead the way back. His mind was in tatters, like a perpetual fog had seeped inside of his skull that made it hard to think, made it hurt to think. Though he couldn't shake it, he did feel it slowly lessening the longer he was awake. Just one of those sorts of things he'd have to ride out, though maybe the Doc might have something to at least help with the overall pain he found himself to be in.