<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d4/ArchangelX-Men.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Warren Worthington/Archangel<br/><strong>Location:</strong>New York, Westchester, The Xavier Institute<br/><strong>Whereabouts:</strong>Kitchen<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Sweat Pants, Shirt and Shoes<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kitty, Piotr, Remy, Bobby, Ces<br/><hr/><br/>His head turns as others join the growing crowd in the kitchen. Of course Warren had heard the gasps coming from the newer students as he had entered himself. To them he allowed himself to show off for a moment by stretching out the six metallic wings. Then offering the students a wink he resettled the wings against his back, before returning his attention back to the conversation at hand. Remy mentioned about just having the time to chat with nothing happening and Warren had to agree, "Yes, things have been quiet lately which is always a good thing. Just having time to focus on my company and now being able to pass on my knowledge to the students of a new era. Some of which might replace us later on."<br/><br/>Kitty's feelings for Emma were plain for all to see and Warren could see the look earlier before assuming that the thoughts were about thinking that he was trying for Emma. He shrugs his shoulders before Bobby draws his attention, "Nothing much Bobby... Business is going well lately and I am teaching some classes. One for Flight Control and a Business class for those students that are interested. I figure I'm on the Fortune 500 list, so I might know enough to pass on." Looking back to Kitty he continues, "I know you aren't Emma's biggest fan, but from what I have looked into Banshee and her did a good job with the Gen X kids. Every once and awhile one should get the benefit of the doubt. Things change I am proof of that Kitty. I did things I'm not proud of as a Horseman and later on afterwards, but today my reasons are more business reasons."<br/><br/>Taking a drink from the mug Warren continues, "I don't know if you remember this, but Xavier and my fortune's kept this school going. I wanted to speak to them and see if they wanted continued support from me. I do however want to set up some scholarships to help out some of the students. Oh and ya know what? My father was a member of the Hellfire Club as well. I found out a while ago when they offered me a membership, I didn't take it of course..." Cessily announced her presence in her typical fashion bringing a smile to Warren's lips. She so reminded him of Jubilee back when the bubblegum chewing sidekick of Logan had joined. Those were the days.... He flashes the smile over towards Ces, "Good morning Cessily. How's those grades coming along?"<br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/85/Marco2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ragnar Lodbrock/ Myth<br/><strong>Location:</strong>New York, Westchester, The Xavier Institute<br/><strong>Whereabouts:</strong>Kitchen<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black jeans, Amon Amarth sleeveless shirt, combat boots<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Cessily, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Another morning and another restless night... The Viking descendent known as Ragnar Lodbrock would sleep for a few hours before the nightmares would start. They would drive him awake before he would settle down for another couple hours before they would come again. Finally he just got up in the early hours of the morning usually with only four or five hours of sleep. He could make due with less as Ragnar had done before on the battlefield time and time again. Strangely enough he never had any dreams or nightmares of those days or the people he had gone up against. Dressing in jeans, the sleeveless shirt and his combat boots before heading down to the library.<br/><br/>Once there he did notice a girl sleeping on the couch and he briefly considered waking her up. The more he looked on her silver skin and bright red hair a rare smile passes over his lips. Brushing a strand of red hair from the sleeping girl's hair from her face Ragnar then leaves her alone. It was only right for others to get the sleep he couldn't... Picking up a book on mythology he checks it out and heads back to his room to read. This passes the hours until the first rays of light peak through his windows and only then does he rise from the desk in the room. Ragnar's powers were new to him still and honestly he had never heard of any other with the same gifts. The only bad thing was that he needed knowledge  to change into his different forms. The more common myths did come naturally to him, but there were some that he had yet to try. Perhaps later on Ragnar would at least try some of the other forms.<br/><br/>Sounds of others up and about brought him from his room as he watched students moving around heading towards the kitchen. That actually sounded good at the moment and Ragnar moved down the hallways towards the kitchen himself. He could catch the glances from the students at the runes inked into the skin of his arms and others whose eyes would widen as they caught sight of the ones branded into his skin. Ragnar wasn't a student school wise, but when it came to his powers the other students would be more advanced. He reached the kitchen door hearing the conversations and a shouted good morning. That shouted greeting came form a familiar sight... It was the red haired girl from this morning in the library. As Ragnar passed Ces a small smile comes to lips that were framed by the long tailed goatee, "Up and about I see? I hope that library couch was comfy...."<br/><br/>Continuing on he grabs a plate and filled it with food, before acquiring his own cup of coffee and sitting down by himself. Long hair falls about his shoulders and he starts to eat...