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As a girl from rural Indiana, Calley Wilson was used to tiny schools with only a few people in her grade. All her possessions fit into a duffel bag, a suitcase, and a carton that once held wine. Standing in foyer with her meager luggage, Cal felt like turning tail and running. But she couldn't. Not with Nadia dead and the Plerican Estate in ruins in Ireland. She was 18 now, darn it; she couldn't act like a kid anymore.

Her boots tapping on the tile floor, she padded over to the center of the foyer, her books lashed to the handle of her suitcase, and said loudly, "Hullo? Is anyone here?" She felt like a total idiot, but the crunch of gravel outside told her that her taxi was leaving. There was nowhere to go now but forward. 'Nadia, you always said to plan. Right now I really wish I'd listened,' she thought sadly and crossed herself in memory of her friend. Of all the Zodiac, it had to be Nadia.

Setting down her duffel with a heavy thud, Cal swiped at her hazel eyes with her hands and gave a pathetic little sniffle. Her hands and face were criss-crossed with fading cuts and scars from that last fight. The Estate in flames, she had thrown herself through a window while Maelstrom had fought the blaze. The glass shimmering like rain around her, Cal had jumped back through and grabbed the terrified Ivy by the arm, dragging her out. In and out she'd gone, dragging her friends. The last was Nadia, her headphone wires melted to the floor and her body limp. She hadn't wanted to admit it then, but she'd known Nadia the Chee was dead.

It had only been a few months ago, but the smell of smoke still put her on edge. A fire in a fireplace broke her in a cold sweat. The crackle of static made her hear Nadia's voice. Cal dug a handkerchief out of her pocket and blew her nose. There would be time to mourn later. For now, she needed her presence to be known. She shifted, the bony plates on her back clicking together as if in irritation. "HULLO!" she finally shouted in an effort to get someone to hear her.

Jean emerged forth from the kitchen, "Hello, Miss Calley Wilson, welcome to Xavier's School of Gifted and Talented children." Her smile was friendly and inviting.




Although, be it known, Bishop was more of a threat currently then that of the girl. Telekinetically removing the gun away from Miss Wilson's head.
Telepathically contacting Bishop -ONLY- **Good God man. Do you do this to EVERY person that walks into the door, Bishop? Why do you need to have violence to capture someone's attention? Remove your weapon from the young ladies head. That's an order!**

Diverting her attention away from the young lady for a moment, glaring straight over at Bishop. Which undoubtably, made Miss Wilson's well being feel unwelcomed as soon as she entered into the mansion.

Cal had been on the business ends of guns before, not all of them with the Zodiac. She wasn't even phased by Bishop's trained on her. When her eyes went to Jean, though, her knees weakened. Next to the beautiful woman, Cal felt like a country bumpkin. Granted, she'd been born in Cambridge, raised on a farm in Indiana, and trained in Ireland, so she wasn't a complete hick. Still, where Bishop's weapon hadn't even felt threatening, Jean had the equal effect. Reaching down past Bishop, whom she still hadn't looked at, she gripped her suitcase and took a step forward. "Please, call me Cal," she said.

Wandering off up the stairs to find herself a room [Jean seemed preoccupied enough], she nudged open the door to an empty room and dumped her things on the bed to be dealt with later. Pausing only to swipe a brush through her curly brown hair, she grabbed her wallet -which she stuck in the pocket of her jeans- and hurried back out of the mansion. Right now, she just wanted to get away.

[Continued in the Eight Ball]