<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 Alleyne let out a small sigh as he dried himself off, debating what to wear. So much of his life was regimented and structured, it was a surprise to most that knew him to discover that his clothing choice wasn’t planned months in advance. So often it was whatever he had at the top of his dresser or in the front of his closet at the moment he went to get dressed. This day was more important though and he had to make a good impression. He hadn’t met the Ambassador before and how well the meeting went could drastically affect the course of events in ways that few could truly grasp. After long deliberation he finally decided that looking professorial would be the best course of action. A tan tweed jacket, black vest, a blue collared shirt, and a patterned tie all served to make the taller man seem less threatening. Atleast that was what he hoped. While his powers were the least offensive of the group they’d planned to have there, he was the tallest and the most physically fit. In the wrong light he could be an intimidating factor. Though the odds that anyone would think of him as anything other than an academic were rare; he’d worked hard for years to never be seen in any way intimidating.<br/><br/>Stepping into Parol a few minutes before Jean and the Ambassador, he gave Salem a warm smile to calm his own nerves more than to reassure her. There was a moment where he was about to talk to Salem, see how his TA was doing, but then he heard the door open. Jean Grey and Aubrey Smith, two beautiful women who had more influence than they realized. And from Aubrey he could sense a multitude of different skills suddenly unlock for himself. Countless interpersonal skills, negotiation, and a few scant combats maneuvers were the most interesting to David. This woman had the potential to be a fierce opponent if the situation called for it and yet, based on the reading he’d done, she never seemed to put up too much of a fight when Xavier’s asked for some concession unless the government denied it. It seemed that the affection and sympathy she had for mutants wasn’t an act.<em> ‘Investigate when you have a moment’</em>David thought to himself.<em>‘Is she just naturally empathetic towards us? Or is there a reason she feels closer to mutants? Does she have a family member with the X-gene? Or did one possible save her life?’</em><br/><br/><strong><br/>“Ambassador Smith, It’s lovely to finally meet you.”</strong>He said confidentially as he took her hand before pulling her into a light embrace.<strong>“I’m David Alleyne, the math professor here at the school. Did you enjoy the drive out here? Leaves just started to turn colors, it’s a sight like no other.” </strong>The normally reserved and quiet Alleyne seemed to blossom, smiling as he spoke and offered her a drink. Jean might recognize the subtle shift, a common reaction to using his powers was that he might take on aspects of the person’s personality, but to Salem it would be an odd departure.<br/>