Summary:Chance meeting on the grounds of the Xavier Institute between Hank & Mikhail. Security concerns, power info, definitely a 'getting to know you' scene. Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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It's about two in the afternoon; it's sunny and hot though it'll get hotter as the summer wears on. Mikhail's wandering around the rear grounds, looking around at the unfamiliar place. He's a new face to the school, brand new in fact though there's been no notification of a new student, especially one his age.
At the moment the Bouncing Beast is particularly odd looking - the man is only visible from the waist up as he works on something inside a clump of very nicely manicured bushes, something in the middle of them and in some sort of a pit, not that line of sight is a big factor here. One thing that would probably grab Mikhail's attention, other than the fact that a rather large, rather furry fellow is working on something weird inside a pit…nope…it is the strong energy emissions from inside the pit, very strong, very exotic type energies at that. At the moment Hank has yet to notice the new arrival, he's wearing a welding mask too, by the way!
Mikhail is not really used to seeing those with physical mutations. Unless they were very useful or powerful, those with them were not walking around in public in Russia. And while he knows things are different here, it still takes getting used to. He'd likely just stand there and stare or leave except the energy he's picking up has him curious. so he heads over, trying not to make any noise to disturb the weldr.
Hank's pretty focused on what he's doing, even so, his senses are rather on keen, it is actually a new -scent- that catches his attention. The arc-welder he was working with is clicked off, and he turns to look over his shoulder as his other hand tilts the welding mask upwards. "Oh, um…excuse me a moment." The mask is actually removed, and after a quick check of the area he's in, Hank leaps out of the hole to land a few feet from Mikhail. "Hello there." He greets with a toothy grin. "Hank McCoy." He introduces himself, and then looks the man up and down, seeing -something- familiar he can't place. "And who might you be, sir?" The question is casual and the voice friendly, but his body language shows he's ready for trouble, albeit subtly so.
While not the nervous type, when an unknown someone who's blue and furry leaps out of a pit at him, Mikhail's going to take a step back. "Mikhail Rasputin." he answers in English though with a heavy Russian accent. "I am brother to Piotr and Illyana." After a moment, he adds "The one with red hair, Jean, looked at my thoughts."
Hank is definitely on the physically imposing side, but then so it Mikhail's brother! "OH!" The tension quite leaves the fuzzy fellow, a hand offered. "Welcome, Mikhail Nikolaievitch Rasputin to the Xavier Institute." The hand in question is rather large, and the fingers tipped by thick nails that could very nicely serve in the 'claw' arena, likewise his arms are a bit longer than one might expect, still, the mien is quite friendly and his tone is delighted. "How can I help? Need a tour? Will you be staying? If so have you been added to the security or need quarters?" Hyper much? Why yes!
Mikhail looks at the hand a minute before taking it. Fur. Claws. "I am just looking. I am staying with Piotr and Illyana but they say I should see school that helps mutants. Maybe learn something useful here in America. Maybe not." He shrugs a shoulder. "It is still very new so not sure what I want here."
The hand grips firmly, but the claws are never an issue. The hand itself feels fairly normal, though warm. "Ah, of course. Forgive my zealotry, I did not mean to pressure you at all." Once the shake is done, Hank makes an effort to stand straight and smiles. "So…what can I do for you, Mikhail? Need a tour? Have any questions?" Obviously he's been vetted - he even said so - AND he's family to friends. Hank is more than willing to cut the man some slack.
Mikhail shakes his head. "I meet Isis soon. She is off with counselor so I am looking around while she is. Questions." he repeats. "Question is, what point is school for me? I know math. I know English. I am cosmonaut. What can school teach me?" Taking a half step to the side, he looks past Hank toward the pit. "But also, what is energy? Have not felt this before."
Tour declined, Hank listens to Mikhail's answer attentively. "First, there's a lot you can still learn here. The curriculum is extensive, I should know, I'm one of the instructors. There's cultural and linguistic studies to help refine and broaden your knowledge, there's powers training if you've any need of such. Have you any interests or hobbies? There's also the companionship of peers, not something to be dismissed lightly, and the camaraderie of same. If nothing else it is a good place to network with others of our kind." A grin then. "The energy? Cold fusion powered particle weaponry, defense system for the school, just in case of an emergency." Hank looks back at the topiary pit. "Unfortunately some of the targeting sensors got damaged and I've been replacing them, and tuning things up a bit while I'm at it."
Mikhail grunts slightly as Hank starts listing the things available at the school. "Was trained very well." he informs the man, still a bit loyal to his country. At the mention of what type of power it is, he looks interested and walks closer to the pit. "Cold fusion? Have not seen that before. Powerful energy source. Clean. In hole if it explodes?"
"Also to conceal it, there's several emplacements all over the grounds and perimeter." Hank waves a hand airily, peering about before looking to Mikhail again. Blue eyes are alight with his pleasure at being able to talk about his tech. "The Professor and I came up with a working system some years ago, I've been refining the particle weaponry, and of course there's the Danger Room." A sly grin when that's mentioned — his pride and joy, the Danger Room. "Anyway, yes, the fusion power is very clean, the exciters help produce more fuel so it has extraordinary 'stamina', and almost no radiation, an old wristwatch with the glow in the dark face puts out more rads."
"What is danger room?" Mikhail asks then motions to the weapon. "What does it fire?" He pauses to try to think of the word in English. "Concussion? Plasma? Tuning is slightly off. Adjustment and you get better output. A little." He can just feel that without know exactly how the tech itself works."
"Ionized plasma, actually." Hank states. "The superheated variety does too much environmental damage and the ionization plays merry hob with most electronics such as robots — not /ours/, of course, the defense grid and such are all hardened against the specific wavelengths naturally." He quirks a brow when Mikhail spots the tuning problem, and then adjusts it, running a low level current into the system so he can tune it further. "How's this?" Nope, not going to look the gift-energy-manipulator in the mouth!
Mikhail nods as Hank makes the adjustment. "Da. Better. Purring like cat." he tell Hank, a hint of a grin there. "Like Isis." He turns, trying to spot where others are placed though he assumes most are out of view. "What is danger room?" he asks again.
"Oh my stars and garter! Didn't mean to ignore your question, izvinyayus', Mikhail…I'm sorry." Hank nods towards the schiool. "There's a facility below ground, and inside it are my labs and quarters, among other things, and the Danger Room. A—training area, of sorts. It is designed with powers in mind, it has both physical and hard light constructs to test ourselves with and full holographic simulation of virtually any conceivable environment, IN-conceivable takes a bit more time." Hank positively beams then. "And she's a lot of fun too."
"Hard light?" Mikhail asks, looking interested. "What is hard light?" It could be a translation thing. "And holographic? Is possible for me to see this danger room? You use to train mutants here? Make training scenario? Put them through?"
"Da! Hard Light - the photons are aligned in greater than normal density to simulate actual material objects, it is not quite perfect, but coupled with the holographics and other systems, it is essentially a perfect simulator of…well…pretty much anything." Hank sighs then. "Unfortunately I will need to get you cleared for base access, I cannot on my own authority do so, I'm staff but only one of several needed to approve such." A helpless shrug. "Security—can't take chances, you know? I /will/, however, see about expediting that if you're interested — it is used exactly as you described, training scenarios and the like for the students, and the adults as well."
"I am interested." Mikhail says but he sounds distracted. "Hard light." he muses, looking down at his hands which start to glow. "I wonder…" All he does is manage to produce a beam of light from one palm to the other before he shakes his head. "Need to see." Or rather, sense.
"Well, hrm." Hank rubs at his chin. "Oh! Thanks for helping me tune the weapon system, by the by." He mulls it over a bit, and then rummages in his tool kit until he finds a tablet. A few files are pulled up and then he offers it to Mikhail. "See, the waveforms follow /these/ patterns…and using a gravity lens we can adjust the paths of the photonic particles…like so." The math, the diagrams, all are pretty abstract and esoteric - very specialized, still, they do give more info. And the hint to use gravity might help, right?
Mikhail Rasputin looks at the tablet and studies the diagrams as Hank explains. Most of it's above his head but he gets the gist. "Will need to see how it is done. Feel how the energy flows. Then maybe can do. Energy is mine to command." His trainers would tell him that when he wasn't performing up to their expectations. 'Do it better, Rapsutin. Energy is yours to command.' "But not gravity."
"Gravity is definitely unique stuff, it is ubiquitous and pervasive and yet very very few have any real understanding of it, in fact there's virtually no way to fully explain it, just a lot of theories." Hank accepts that Mikhail knows what he's talking about, and shakes his head. "The emitters needed are too bulky to use up here as of yet, sorry, we'll have to wait on your being cleared for access before I can show you either my Labs OR the Danger Room."
"Da." Mikhail understands security clearances. Looking back to Hank, he says "Is polite to ask? Is appearance…" He gestures up and down Hank with one hand. "Or is power as well? You jump out of pit, not like normal person."
"Ah yes, feel free to ask me anything you like, Mikhail, I promise to answer to the best of my ability and if I cannot answer I will inform you so and why, deal?" That said, Hank smiles. "I am a mutant, obviously." He starts. "And I have considerable physical gifts, great strength - though your brother is far FAR stronger, I can only lift about twenty-thousand pounds, just under ten metric tons. I am a quick healer, and omni-dextrous - hands, feet, no matter." A grin. "Great agility and speed, I can run about sixty-for kilometers per hour for a while, and jump quite far, many meters at a time, more with a running start. And my senses are keen, I can see in the dark and so forth, distinguish between people by scent." And clearly he's a fairly adept engineer and scientist! Fuzzy blue man of many hats.
Mikhail nods as Hank starts listing what he can do. "Good athlete, good fighter. Useful. Trained with one, maybe two mutants but not many in program. We kept apart, security high. Train for job, for missions. Always goal in mind. This…" He gestures around them. "Very strange."
"Oh, I can imagine, it sounds like you've had little exposure to America as of yet, and that your background and training have been primarily military." Hank is not judging, just observing. "Civilian America is a VERY odd place compared to that." It does explain his understanding of the need for clearances. "So…you control energy, any particular type, it seemed to me that you meant -all- energy."
"All energy." Mikhail agrees then adds "Almost. Not energy of mind. Not energy of magic. Not energy of muscle. Kinetic." he says as he remembers the word in English. "Control. Absorb. Change." Energy is his to command. "Here a month. Less. Not long. Very different."
"And not gravity, you had mentioned." Hank grins. "If it even IS energy." Because - gravity. "Even with those limits it sounds like your gifts are formidable. So you couldn't slow down a punch thrown at you, but the ionized plasma weapons here would be useless against you?"
"Punch, I duck behind Piotr." Mikhail answers with a grin. "Plasma, I use and shoot back. Or turn to light. Or turn back on machine or enemy. Or stop from firing. Many things to do."
Laughter flows, deep and honest. "Oh yes, you and I both, Mikhail. Piotr is a most EXCELLENT defensive barrier." Granted, Hank is pretty durable against impact damage, but other kinds he'll happily avoid, thanks. Nodding, he smiles. "Definitely a formidable and impressive gift." Hank says with honest admiration. "Well, I know ONE place you're cleared for right now…the kitchen! Let's grab something to eat, mm?"
Mikhail Rasputin turns toward the building then waits for Hank to lead the way.