<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 couldn't help but furrow his brow at the Bobby's mention of his friend's sexuality and mutation causing him to face cruel intolerance on two fronts. Taking Bobby's smaller hand in his and giving a reassuring squeeze, Piotr nodded his head in agreement at the offered proposal before saying, “There is nothing negative about these things, and don't be thinking otherwise Bobby. As for finding someone before the end of the world, I couldn't think of a finer idea!” Shaking the offered hand vigorously yet with a tempered control to prevent himself from accidentally hurting his friend, he continued with a smile, “Although I have little doubt that we will be successful in keeping the world spinning, maybe having another reason to keep it doing so will make us fight all the harder!” While he was certain that there was nothing that could possibly inspire Bobby or himself to push their limits as much as protecting their family, he felt as if saying so would diminish the sacred theatricality that surrounded what his friend had referred to in the past as a 'Bro Pact.'  While there was no way to completely alleviate his concerns, Piotr couldn't help but feel that the weight of what was to come was made far more bearable through Bobby's attempts to lighten the mood, even if they were presented in unfortunate circumstance.<br/><br/>As Ororo reentered the room, Piotr held his hands out to his sides in a welcoming gesture, a far happier expression spread across his face than when she had left as he asked with only slightly forced enthusiasm, “Ah, Ororo! You've returned! How is Mrs. Richards and her family? Will they be able to keep an eye on the young ones while we are away?” Only now noticing how his students' drawings had managed to scatter their way across her desk, Piotr steadily made to arranging them back into a neat stack, “I'm not sure if any of them know much about art, but I'm sure that they would not have a difficult time keeping my students focused on their studies... or at least most of them shouldn't have that difficulty. I have nothing against Mr. Storm, but he tends to be... distracting to some of my students." Shaking his head with a slightly exasperated smile at his students' youthful fixations, he continued with noted relief, "Regardless, it would very much be a relief to know that there will be someone capable keeping an eye on things.” Piotr knew there was no need to explain the potential for danger for the students both from themselves and external forces to Ororo and Bobby, so he refrained from elaborating.