Alex Summers™ The DR Session with Kitty had been.. interesting. At least, Havok had refrained from blowing up the Danger Room, and he still had it. He had to admit, Kitty was significantly better in the DR then the last time he'd visited the Academy. It was still a little weird thinking that this wasn't just a 'visit'. The Mansion hadn't been home since he'd shortly after he'd graduated years ago. He's still dressed in full uniform. Knee high armor encasing the black of his boots, the odd power controlling equipment running across his chest and arms that occasionally flashed bight blue. The gauntlets covering part of the back of his hands and his forearms. Just a little on the intimidating side perhaps, Alexander Summers wasn't a small man, and he was rather well built. He crosses the mansion at a steady pace, going for the kitchen to grab a soda. He has ideas on where he'll head after that, but soda first. There's the uncanny resemblance to his brother Scott, but then there ought to be. Not that most of the students probably remembered him. He'd graduated 7 years ago, after all, and only visited intermittently. Him and Scott hadn't been on the best of terms... But he was here now, just back as of today.

Deianira Athanasios It is decidedly muggy out. Muggy and still too warm for my tastes. I've been inside most of the day, except for a few minutes I spent out in the morning, just before the sun came out. I keep odd hours; I can stay up until the crack of dawn and have no trouble sleeping until the next morning where I get up to follow a normal day's pattern. I usually like the night better, however, it's much more cool than the day. I don't worry about the sun making me burn, though from the looks of it, I haven't been too keen on sun at all since I was about ten. Pale. I could blind someone with my pasty whiteness. But it sets me apart. I'm not like those trendy girls with their belly shirts or tans. Not me. Not at all. I've got a red long skirt going on, and a gauzy nearly see-through white top, with a smaller tank underneath. I'm just wandering the halls, maybe I could pull something on Alex, or Bob, or something. Liven this place up a bit. But all my thoughts are scattered to the wind when I think I see someone enter the kitchen. But it couldn't be who I think I think it is. That somebody's not walking around these days. So it tugs at my curiosity. Doesn't take much, either. I walk, cautious steps, toward the kitchen and peek inside. My wide blue eyes take in the sight before me. "Um." That's all I can manage. I'm speechless. And that's saying a lot.

Alex Summers™ "What, never seen a guy get a can of coke before?" Alex just turns his head to the doorway as he cracks open the coke, a grin crossing his lips. Well, any thoughts of mistaken identity should slip away pretty easily. No glasses. Slightly blonder more hair. But similar facial profiles and builds. Alex just cracks his neck to the side to get that nice 'pop' sound. It always felt good to do that after a DR session. He'd have changed out of his gear, but really, he hadn't been in the mood to take all the time to get out of his containment suit, only to get into the other one that was far less intrusive and bulky. "Alex Summers - Havok." It's not too hard to figure out what she thought she saw.

Deianira Athanasios "I uh. Yeah. Of course." I step all the way into the room, instead of doing the half-hidden-peeking thing I'd been doing for what felt like ten minutes. I finally crack a smile, it's friendly enough, just not a grin. I felt a little spooked still. "Oh, so that's why." I only drew in a breath to speak with, otherwise, my chest was still. I fold my hands behind me, and then I fidget. I'm good at that, thumb twiddling, knuckle popping, finger flicking, nail picking...the whole nine yards. I could do it professionally. "Deianira Athanasios." Dayanira. "Or Dei" Day. "Or Popsicle." Now I grin, letting my dark eyes take a bit of a sparkle. I have some charms, I just haven't learned how to wield all of them yet. "I know, I know, not a name that really strikes fear into the hearts of men. But it gets the point across."

Alex Summers™ "Good, I was going to start asking questions about what you students have been learning if the sight of someone popping open the fridge for a can of coke was disturbing." "Bingo." S'all he says, in regards to that. He's not too keen on talking about his brother, or getting pulled into those conversations. He flexes his right hand a few times, before slipping the can of coke into that one. He doesn't offer a hand to shake though. Just going off her name, appearance, and codename she gave... Well, it doesn't take a genius to figure these things out. "Nice to meet you Dei. Going for the 'cute' aspect with the name Popsicle? Code names aren't really meant to be scary anyway. Better that they fit, then that someone goes for the 'scary' side."

Deianira Athanasios "It suits me." I take a few steps, mostly just to hop up on the counter, and swing my legs a bit, never quite hitting the cabinet below, but coming close. I've been told that's annoying, I've been trying to curb my tendencies of being irritating. I want to make friends, you see, not drive them away. "Usually played by old ladies with gray hair. Saw this woman who had a whole case full of bingo supplies, the little markers, well they ain't so little, they're kinda huge really, and all her own chips and this magnet thing..." I trail off, some of the things my brain goes to off of key words. Bingo just happens to be one of those words that sends me off into a little tangent. I don't offer my hand either. But it's a touch thing for me. "Yeah, kind of take down their guards with cute-factor, then seal the deal with a sound ass kicking." I nod firmly. "I fought Sabretooth once, you know."

Alex Summers™ "That's what matters." Alex just nodded, and took another swig of his coke. Replenishing liquids. Sure, he'd already downed a good bit of water, but the caffeine was good. Especially after most of his morning and early afternoon being spent in an airport and cab. He'd need the caffeine, he still wasn't done unpacking. Havok just eyes her when she starts talking about Bingo. "You go off into tangents often?" Best to know if she's got some kind of psych issue now, instead of finding it out later. Especially if she ends up being in any of the classes he might end up teaching. "Beats having the code name Havok. It's suitably vague enough that people still don't have a clue as to what I actually do though." He's well built, he's got that confidence to him. He's been around for a while. The fact he was Scott's brother and a graduate of the mansion said he probably knew what he was doing. "Let's not get into a 'I fought' match. They're boring, and I'm going to have to question my sanity if I get into a pissing contest with a student." Alex just shakes his head at that last bit.

Deianira Athanasios "Well, you know, it's the attention thing. I go off on things, like certain words, because...well I dunno really. I just ...do." I fold my arms over my chest and sort of sit in thought for a moment, I wonder why I do. Just particular words have a bit of built up trivia in my head. Yeah. That's it. "Well, it would suggest you're violent." I nod a bit. "So I picture you to be like Wolverine a bit. But you're less hairy and far better looking." I don't say it in a way that suggests I would crush or that I'm going to go into a blushing gigglefit. I just say it matter-of-factly. "And you seem pretty smart, or I mean you can hold more of a conversation than the fur-ball." I grin more broadly and kick my right leg just a bit too much and I end up tapping the cabinet door beneath me. My face takes on a bit of an apologetic expression. "Well, I just got the one, Sabretooth. Let a girl brag." I chuckle. "Sure, Kurt had to come save me, and I was scared, but, you know, I'm still breathi...well not really, but I'm still alive." I grin again, and I tuck my fingers under my thighs just behind my knees.

Alex Summers™ "Ever think about getting a psych profile? That's a trait of a number of disorders actually. Autistics for one. It only happen in normal conversation, or in classes too?" "That's what it would suggest, wouldn't it?" Alex just smirks a little. His attire didn't exactly disagree with that theory. All the black, it looked somehow a bit more creepy then the black leather of most of the X-men. Maybe it was the occasional lines of blue power that flowed around his costume? Or that blue-white glowing oval on his chest? "I'd hope I'm capable of carrying a discussion. My degree is in political science." "No harm in having to get bailed out. Live and learn, what matters is walking away in the end. Hopefully you manage to stop the other guy from doing whatever it was they were trying, too." "What grade you in?" Fact finding already.

Deianira Athanasios "Doesn't happen all the time, just when I let it happen. It's not like I can't keep myself from yapping away, or anything." I'm not crazy, I'm just a little attention deficient. I cant my head to the right, and let my eyes focus on that shiny glowing oval for a moment. It's reflected in my dark eyes. I nearly reach out to touch, but you know, that would be crazy. "I'm not nuts, I just got a lot of trivia floating all up in my head." I quiet then. Did I stop Sabretooth from anything? I think his main goal was to hurt someone, I think I managed to both let him and stop him. I lift my fingers to touch at faint lines in three little rows on my right cheek. Scars from that night. "I guess. I didn't recognize him, and he tricked me...until I did recognize him, and then I tried to run..and..if I go into much more detail it'll be a play-by-play." I grin brightly. "I'll be a senior this year, just turned seventeen a month ago. My little brother is around here too, he's 10, he's a little..prank-monster."

Alex Summers™ "As long as you can control yourself, that's what matters. It'd be annoying to have to give someone detention for going off on tangents when they're supposed to be answering a question." Oh, he'd do it, but he wouldn't like it. He remembered his time here, after all. "Happens when you start tangoing with psychotics. Homicidal psychotics, none the less." Havok just frowns at that though. It adds another thought into his mind to consider for later. Part of him wonders how many of the students have had that kind of run in with neer do wells of whatever stripes. "Big bad ten years old? Hell on wheels, I imagine." Alex had to admit he wasn't that fond of children. They were just a bit on the annoying side, or tried to get into things they shouldn't. "You'll probably end up in one of my classes, I'd guess. Although who knows what I'll be teaching at this point?" He notes her staring at the suit, but he doesn't comment. If she wants to ask, she will. Is it any surprise that Scott's brother's powers are uncontrollable on his own? Seemed like a family problem for Scott and Alex at any rate.

Deianira Athanasios "So, um...what do you do? I mean what's your thing?" Not gift, or power, but for me, it's a thing. I reach up and touch one of two pendants that hang from around my neck, a silver cross. The other is a golden snow flake. Both gifts, but one of them just confuses me. "Alex likes to pull pranks, but I suppose I taught him that, we double teamed my other brother, Tony, when I was at home. Poor kid probably is neurotic or something." I wrinkle my nose a bit and I keep my fingers under my legs, right where they'll stay out of trouble. "You know, I'm sure you can probably guess what mine thing is, given my name." I then grow pensive. He's a man, and he should know what boys my age think. And if I had hurt Marshall's feelings or not. "Um. Alex. Huh, that's kind of funny. Like my brother.." I pause, and then try to go back to my train of thought, before it derails completely. "Oh, yeah, um, if a guy..wait, can I ask you for guy advice, or is that weird?"

Alex Summers™ "What do I do? That's where it gets complex." Alex just shrugs his shoulders. There's never any easy way to explain it. "I absorb ambient energies. Cosmic energy, radiations, even some forms of heat. My body stores them up, and then I release them." Which would be where the name Havok came in. When he unleashed said energies. Alex just nods about the brother stuff. Touchy subject. "Something with the cold, given your jewelry, codename, and skin coloration." See, Alex assumes that her skin is that pale from lack of body heat. Even someone who's tanned gets deathly pale when freezing. "Go ahead, but this better not be about sex. If it is, the answer is celibacy is your friend until your 18." He rolls his eyes, but he's half serious.

Deianira Athanasios "Oooh. I see. Does it come out lookin' cool? Do you have to wear that suit?" I'm a font of questions, really. "Well, the snowflake is a gift from my parents, and the other one has to do with the advice part. I bite my lip for a moment, and I nod. "Ice, mostly, ice projectiles, and armor, and ..that sort of thing. I also don't have to breathe through my lungs, my body did it to protect me. Heat is not my friend. But yeah, I'm pasty, or black and white, or...yeah, pale. That an sun is hot, so it's uncomfortable." I laugh at that the crack about sex. The thought is hilarious, but then my cheeks get red. "NO! I mean..no, it's not but..eww." I'm awkward, I haven't gotten past the 'boys are icky' stage, which is odd for a girl my age. "Well, see, there's this guy Marshall, who says I'm pretty, and stuff, and he had this cross here, that he had to use as a focus for his powers, but I guess I made him realize something and he doesn't need it anymore..so he sort of just threw it at me..not hard, but we were looking up at the stars the other night and he tossed it at me..all shy and stuff. And then he tried to hold my hand. I pulled my hand away and got up. Because I'm...not..wanting ..that." I pause and I frown. "I mean I like him, but you know..as a friend. And the whole ...touching thing is really not..for me. It hurts..and I ..want him to know that...but I don't want to ...hurt his feelings. He's nice and all, but I'm..just...not into guys..I mean I'm not into girls..I just.." I pause. "I'm not ready."

Alex Summers™ "Yeah, I do have to wear the suit. Otherwise I'd need to release my energies regularly, about every 12hours I peak out on absorbtion and if I don't release my powers I go Nova. The suit regulates energy emission to harmless levels being constantly emitted." Had to love a self-harming power that your body couldn't regulate on it's own. "You probably want to stay away from me when I use my powers then. They're waves of cosmic energy - or superheated plasma." Hey, good thing she knows now, right? "Good. As far as I'm concerned, all of the students should consider 'boys are icky' or 'boys have cooties'. It's true, you know. They do. Second time today I've said that." Sadly... it was. "So tell him you like him as a friend and that's all it'll be, for now. Possibly forever." Alex shrugs his shoulders. "There's no easy way to reject someone. Trust me, I've tried them all, and had them all tried on me. Either way, you're getting rejected."

Deianira Athanasios "Ohh...Nova bad, then. Right?" I'm not exactly the brightest bulb. I'm not stupid, I'm just not ...smart either. I'm average. I like being average. No one expects you to surpass, and no one expects you to fail. A nice middle ground. "Ah, yeah. I'd probably melt, or burst into a billion boils. Ew." I make a face, a grimaced one, and I finally release my hands from their prison, only to rub my arms a bit. That thought didn't sound too comfy at all. I chew on my bottom lip some, I take in a breath just to blow it out, let ice crystals form on it, just...to do something. Then I look back up. "He got mad when I didn't go all gushy fawny over him for giving it to me. I mean, sure, it's a nice gesture, but it doesn't automatically make me his girlfriend to mack on or something." I nod to myself. "I mean, should I give it back? I mean if he's expecting it to be all..." I gesture with my hands, by mashing them together. "...smothery and stuff. Would it be leading him on if I accepted it? Because I don't want to do that."

Alex Summers™ "Nova is bad. Think of a bomb going off in all directions." Alex just nods at that. He figures if he tells a student or two, it'll pass around. Best they understand the dangers of their new teacher. His powers weren't exactly the gentlest in the world, and even the containment suits didn't always work if there were abnormally high ambient energies that he was absorbing. "All the more reason to not get in the way of my blasts, right? I wouldn't encourage it either way." "Sounds about right. You can do two things. Give it back, and just be blunt. Or keep it, and make sure he understands it's just a sign of friendship." Alex just shrugs then grins. "I'm not the best person to talk to about that stuff." His batting average with relationships was notoriously bad. It seemed to be a Summers curse.

Deianira Athanasios "You know, being the wiser of us two here, I might follow your advice." I chuckle a bit and I kick the cupboard again. Damn it. Stop that feet. "So um. If I am in your classes, don't be too hard on me, I word very hard to get to average places. I'm not a genius, but I'm not a retard either." I smirk then. "So far, we've established that I'm not ready for boys, I'm not a retard, and I'm not crazy. Anything else you wanna know?" I'm also running out of things to say, and that's when I go on tangents, and tangents seem to make him uncomfortable. "So, you went here? Like a long time ago?"

Alex Summers™ "It's a thought. Keep up the advice requests though and I'll have to get a couch and a tip jar. Ann Landers, eat your heart out." "I'm hard on everyone. No harder then people can take though." He's blunt about it, at least? Alex can be an asshole, he is one. But he doesn't push people any harder they can take. He wants peoples best efforts, not to break them. "Pretty sure that covers it for me." "Graduated about 7 years ago, so depends on if seven years is a 'long time'?"

Deianira Athanasios I just get this image of him, on a couch, in a pretty flower dress, suit and all, with a pair of old-lady glasses, and a cat by his side. I laugh. Hard. "Oh, god. Ann Landers. I got this whole picture in my head with a dress, and a cat and everything." I try to curb the laughter a little, though there is some tearing at the corner of my eye. It's funny. That, in a flowery dress. And a cat. Funny. I refuse to take breaths to fuel the laughter, so it ends up me sitting there, shaking with soundless laughter with this stupid grin on my face. But it's ebbing. Slowly. And I breathe a cleansing breath. "Oh. Sorry, that one caught me out of the blue." Another breath, and then I'm calm again. "Well, I'll try my very hardest. Kurt's made me want to actually try, I used to be really reclusive and hidey because of my powers." I shrug and I let a touch of the melancholy show on my face. "Seven years? Well, I suppose it's a long time. That was the last time I could be out in the sun, or really touch someone without pain. Seven years feels like an eternity." But I push it off. I'm not gonna let it get to me, like Ro..I'm sorry, Marie let it get to her. I'm stronger than that. I don't need a cure. "But it's cool, I mean...if I went and got that cure, I couldn't have a snowball fight in August."

Alex Summers™ Alex just grins. At least she had a sense of humor. There's even a brief chuckle from him. "I know the feeling." There's a nod. He's been in the reclusive bit before, but with the suits, he outgrew it pretty quickly. He was kind of a social beast by nature. Sort of. Natural leader, a lot like his brother. "13ish since my powers manifested. Life goes on, you adapt. Or you take other methods." Alex wasn't about to give up his powers. That wasn't even a consideration for him. They'd become too much a part of him, even if he got annoyed with the suits and containing the powers he absorbed. "There's a lot of things you couldn't do if you took the cure. You'd also be denying part of yourself. We were born the way we are for a reason."

Deianira Athanasios "I know. The cure never crossed my mind. I don't see how it could. I mean I'll master it eventually and I'll be able to control my temp. I know it. I just gotta be patient, and that's just tough for some people. I guess." I'm not saying who. Or what. Or why. But Bob's too good for her. And that gets me a little angry. That she's still here. She doesn't ...need to be. I gotta get my mind off of this or I'm just gonna get pissed and freeze something. So I smile up at him, and I cross my ankles, stilling the movement of my legs for the first time. "Besides, who else gets to go outside in the winter in shorts? C'mon? I don't have to buy some big expensive winter coat." I grin. I've always looked for the up side of my powers. It's only been recent that I have entertained thoughts, but they're pushed away before they even fully form. I would never. "Do you run danger room sessions? I need to do more of those."

Alex Summers™ Alex just nods. It's not a conversation he cares to get into. He's not going to say people shouldn't take the cure, but he never will. That's a personal choice. Tolerance and equality, that was the motto right? "I will be, once I'm more settled in. Ran one with Shadowcat earlier. It's my first day, cut me a little slack." He doesn't mention the other things. He hasn't even had time to really go out to his brothers memorial yet. Just the brief time when Kitty showed him where they were. Since he wasn't' at the funerals, well.. He still owed that to Scott.

Deianira Athanasios "Hey, if you don't cut any slack, I'm not gonna." I wink, and then continue to grin. I can tease teachers just as much as they tease me, right? It works that way. I was pretty dark after those days, not so much his brother, but Jean, and the Professor. The Professor came to my house. How do you not get upset after that? I curl my fingers into the material of my skirt and I try to continue on with my grinning, like thoughts aren't passing through my brain. "You don't settle here, you're always too busy to settle. But you live here. That's the difference."

Alex Summers™ "That's arguable. Spend 5 years here and you start to consider it home and get settled. Then it's time to leave." He could've stayed. In fact, it was the start of the biggest of arguments between Scott and Alex. He'd turned down the offer to stay or be an X-man back then. He'd went off his own way. Sometimes, he regretted it. Other times, he didn't. Now? He had to wonder if he couldn't have changed the outcome of events. "Anyway, nice meeting you Dei. I've got some business to take care of. Don't stay up too late." Alex is notably walking towards the back door, not up towards the quarters.

Deianira Athanasios "You know, some day I'll be an X-Man. And maybe I'll never leave." I smirk as he goes, and my legs resume kicking again, this time I'm not caring so much that I kick the wood below me. It's a dull thud that starts a rhythm and it's kind of soothing. "Night."

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