<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/>There was a polite knock at the door of Ororo's office before the door swung open to reveal the large and imposing figure of Piotr behind it, having a noticeable matter of difficulty in juggling a large stack of rough textured papers while doing so. Stooping forward slightly as he passed through the entryway, Ororo could see his wide smiling mouth beneath exhausted yet alert eyes, a large smear of charcoal running from the outside corner of his right eye to the edge of his well defined jawline. The day had obviously been treating the large man well as he seemed to move with an enthusiasm that accompanies one, his joyous voice confirming this as he said, “Good morning Ororo! Take a look at these drawings! I swear the students get better every day! Young Sarah always is so conservative with putting pressure on the pencil but...”<br/><br/>Piotr's praise and admiration for his students was abruptly cut off and his demeanor quickly faded to look of sadness and concern as the news from Cairo played out on the television. He felt somewhat embarrassed at his insensitive entrance and the glee he was able to experience while Ororo suffered, but he didn't let this overcome the duty he felt towards his dear friend. His gaze quickly moved from the screen back to her as he slowly spoke with heavy sympathy, “Ororo, I am so sorry that these is happening to your home. No one should have to endure this.”<br/><br/>After setting the stack of his students' charcoal drawings down on an end table at the other side of the room, the slight scent of recently applied fixative wafting into the air as he did so, he crossed the room in several long strides and took a seat across the desk from Ororo, unintentionally blocking her line of sight to the view of Cairo as he did. Placing his hand palm up on the surface of the desk to offer her a comforting touch if she sought it, he continued in the same tone of genuine empathy, “Is this why you are calling the meeting? Do you want us to go and keep the peace? If you wish to leave immediately, I can get changed on the Blackbird.”<br/><br/>He was not aware of Jean's vision regarding Apocalypse, and he did not know that the unrest in Cairo was caused by a cult with the intention of returning the ancient mutant. To Piotr these details were of secondary importance. What mattered above all else was that people were hurting, one of them being a woman he had long seen as nothing less than a sister, and he would do everything he could to lessen their anguish.