<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/e0KtfDX.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>David ‘Dave’ Alleyne<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Parlor<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sunday September 3rd, around 2pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jean Grey, Salem Summers, Ambassador Smith, Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Meeting the ambassador<br/><hr/><br/>David couldn't help but feel a great sense of relief as Aubrey agreed to the proposition fairly easily. And the clinical tone she took on was oddly comforting. This wasn’t an ambassador telling them something they wanted to hear while she had no intention of actually going through with it; she was discussing terms, concrete things that she could take back to the officials who could put plans into action. Of course there were things he didn’t like, such as the statement of fact that government officials would have to supervise, but they’d assumed as much.<strong> “I just hope we can ensure in some way that these government officials are those who aren’t actively antagonistic towards mutants” </strong>was all David said to that point, knowing that all of them were well aware there were those who felt the only good mutant was a dead one.  That one assurance, or at least the attempt towards it, would do wonders to help sell the presence.<br/><br/><br/>The list of students, abilities, and their disposition brought a cocked eyebrow from David, though it was something he would request in her position.  It seemed that she genuinely wanted Xavier academy to come out ahead in this, to show that mutants weren’t a menace. And, much as they might now wanted to have admit it, there were students there who wouldn’t make Xavier’s look its best. Jean’s admission that she had a list that she could use as a basis wasn’t a surprise of course; all of the teachers had a list of the students and their powers, just in case one of them had abilities that might give them an unfair advantage in class. And he knew that there were a few jotted down notes on students that would be up for the ‘field trips’ if they ever happened.<strong> “I’ve got some students as well that I think could be considered. Should be easy enough to get a profile completed and sent off to you.”</strong>He spoke with an easy voice, amazed that the negotiations were going as easily as they had.<strong>“And Salem, I’m sure you can help suggest some of your peers that would be a good fit.”</strong>As he added that, his eyes glanced at the older student. Just a few years younger than he was, it was interesting to note the social divide between them. Clearly something set them apart more than the few years difference should suggest. Still though, that difference was useful. Salem was a fellow student so she likely noticed things that he and other teachers might have overlooked.<br/><br/><br/>Aubrey’s proposition of mutants fulling a military role was one that hit David rather hard though. He liked to think of himself as a pacifist in the same vein as Xavier, and that would be a hard pill to swallow for the elder professor. Even the X-men itself had been an idea that inspired much debate and that served more as a first response team than any real military presence.  Yet Smith knew how to sell it. The intervention of a few trained mutants could save lives. An innumerable amount of lives really. And it might just sway public opinion of them.<strong>“I’m with Jean. Any sort of discussion about students assisting the military in active operations would require us to bring Professor Xavier into this.”</strong>A firm nod just reaffirmed his agreement with what Jean had said, though it was clear that gears were turning in his mind.<strong> “Not just age, I think we’d also have to stress that this would be voluntary. If you force a mutant into service by saying that it’s the only way they’re allowed off of campus... That would be a problem.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>"If that can happen though... I think some understandings could be reached."</strong>He said finally with a small sigh, feeling as though he was making a decision that would haunt him no matter the outcome.