<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/QAAZ4wZ.jpg)</div><strong>Code Name</strong>: Colossus<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>: Piotr Rasputin<br/><strong>Location</strong>: The Xavier School, Storm's Office<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: September the 24th  - 10:00 Am<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Storm<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Anything goes/Mission Briefing<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Currently wearing a white button up dress shirt smudged with charcoal dust over a gray undershirt. The charcoal stains are less apparent on his black khaki pants or the worn black running shoes below.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Piotr could feel the dusty granules of charcoal that had drifted into his hair during his class as he ran his hand through his hair over a sigh of resignation. If there was a threat of Apocalypse returning, then he couldn't deny that the safest course of action for not only his sister but for the entire world was to attempt and resolve the situation in Cairo before things grew out of hand. This realization of course did little to stem his apprehension at bringing Illyana into the situation.<br/><br/>Slowly nodding his head in response, Piotr replied to Ororo's analysis of the situation with a noticeable crack in his voice, “You... perhaps you are right Ororo, though the thought of her being anywhere near anything having to do with that... that monster frightens me to no end.” Straightening in his chair to look directly into her eyes with a renewed focus, he continued in a tone of forced resolve, “You know I trust you, and if you believe that this is for the best and that Illyana will be safe, then that is what I must believe as well.” As heavy as Piotr's worry continued to rest on his shoulders, he felt it would be selfish of him to continue bemoaning his situation, for he was certain that burden that Storm was forced to bear in sending out her adopted family time and time again eclipsed his own.<br/><br/>In an attempt to pull his mind away from his sister, Piotr crossed the room once again and recovered the stack of drawings he had brought in with him. Between his time on missions, personal training, team training, and his classes, it was often difficult to find the time to complete the task of reviewing his students' work. He had been offered the opportunity to past what many saw as a chore to his teaching assistant, but he believed it was important for the students to know that he took a personal interest in their education. Once again sitting down at Ororo's desk, the large man removed a small notebook and a blue pen and began to take notes after thoroughly inspecting each piece of art submitted to him as he waited for his remaining teammates to arrive. He didn't take notice he began to hum the melody to some unfamiliar but catchy and upbeat pop song he had heard his students listening to during class.