<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/0d/9f/5a/0d9f5af13c932977d4e3b048e13f14da.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Conner 'Tidalwave' Almasy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13091869#msg13091869)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Inside the bar<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 9th, Evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Bridges (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13062037#msg13062037)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Meeting an old friend.<br/><hr/><br/>Nostalgia filled Conner as he moved through the halls of the mansion.  While it had only become a school 7 years ago, he had memories of being here before that with the original X-men.  It was a small group back then and a school was the furthest thing from their minds. Well at least that's what he thought. After a couple of years here where he had completed his high school courses, he'd left to continue his education.  Nine years later had seen him getting his Mastery in Chemistry, Physics, and Geology.  He'd even debated going after a PHD but had ultimately decided not to and was looking to get into teaching, getting his teaching certificate along the way.  But so far anti-mutant sentiment had worked against him and he hadn't been able to find a job in teaching. At least not in any schools with a remotely respectable reputation. It was either bad school or nothing.  Or so he thought.<br/><br/>Just as he'd been ready to accept one of the lesser jobs in the hopes of using it as a stepping stone, he'd gotten a call from a government agent. And this agent had asked him if he'd be interested in teaching at a school that was exclusively for mutants. Conner had immediately been interested and when he found out where the school was located, he had accepted immediately.  He'd heard that the mansion had been turned into a school but he'd never paid it too much thought. But now that he was being asked to come back and teach, how could he possibly say no?  He couldn't was the short answer and within a few days, he was back in New York and making his way back to the Mansion.<br/><br/>And now here he was, having been accepted as a teacher here and been given his old room which was surprisingly still vacant.  He would need to meet with Xavier at some point to arrange the course schedule and find out who the students were, but that could come once he'd settled in a bit. There was no hurry as far as he understood it.  Speaking of Xavier, he was fairly sure the man had some hand in the offer to bring him here, but he couldn't know for sure.  But he did know the man had a habit of looking out for people and seeing the best in them. Including a young teen who was struggling to find his place in the world.  And that was exactly what Conner had been when he'd first met Charles.<br/><br/>Recovering in the hospital from being attacked for his words, Conner had been in a situation where he had needed to rethink everything he believed. And it had been a difficult task for the young man.  One that had eventually been aided by the arrival of Xavier.  Despite not knowing the man, Conner had felt an instant respect for him and his words.  While Conner didn't completely agree that all violence could be avoided, he came to understand the power of words rather than fists.  And once he was cleared, he had joined Xavier and his small group.  It was there he'd met several very interesting people, but very few had made a lasting impression on him.  In fact only one really had and he had no idea where she had ended up.<br/><br/>But he wasn't thinking about that, but rather just taking in the place.  It hadn't changed all that much from what he remembered, but he could hear dozens of different voices as he walked through the halls and he smiled. Many of them would soon be his students while some would actually be his colleagues.  He was very curious to see who they all were.  Suddenly, he passed by a room and in it he could've sworn he saw someone very familiar. Stopping, he turned his head and looked closer. And with a smile, he realized that it was her.  And she looked absolutely amazing.<br/><br/><strong>”Bridgette?"</strong>he said with a happy note in his voice,<strong>”Oh my God.  I can't believe you're still here.  It's been forever!”</strong>Still smiling, he moved into the room, eager to see her and hoping that she wouldn't be mad at him for leaving like he had. Then again he had no idea what to expect from her since last time they'd met, she was practically a horror movie villain.