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“The fun thing about my mutation…” Quentin grinned, always loving to show off. “Is that I can be alone with whomever I please at any moment.” His voice echoed off the white walls of the large empty room they where now standing in. He continued to walk forward as if unfazed by the change of scenery before inevitably dropping the new girl back into reality. He did not, however, deny her accusation. 

“Huh.” His face wore a look of confusion again, realizing that he’d just been able to pull her into his mind despite being blind to hers. “I suppose not all of your mind is off limits. I’m going to get to the bottom of this eventually.”

Ray stops walking for a bit when the scenery drastically changes, she’d never had anything happen like that to her before. Or maybe she had, if what Sinister had done to them was any sort of equivalent but she barely remembered that stuff. She looks around, but just as quickly as he does it, it fades away. When her eyes find his again, she smirks at his confusion. “Can’t wait til you do,” she says playfully, brushing past him. “Now come on, a girl needs sustenance if she gonna keep up flirtations.” 

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Classes were slow, and boring, and there wasn’t enough punching most of the time. Ray had heard that their more hands on instructor had left a month before she’d even appeared, that he’d run off with the headmaster’s daughter or something. She didn’t care about the gossip, she just wanted something fun or worthwhile to do. And she avoided the Danger Room at all costs, because oh was that a can of worms her brother would smack her for opening. So she loiters where she can, trying to get a whiff of something. Anything. That the younger students might get into around here. Eventually she just decides a direct approach is better, so she sets her glass of OJ down that morning and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand before blurting, “So what y’all do for fun around here, then?”

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“I’d say something about not believing in money and that money is a construct created by the capitalist bourgeois but this is a date.” Quentin winked at her. “Besides I’ve got mommy and daddy’s credit card.” He pulls out his wallet and bops her on the head with it. There was clear spite in his voice, not unlike the tone he’d have taken when ranting about Xavier’s compliance in mutant subjugation. 

“Wait. This way’s quicker.” He says, almost as if he’s realizing it for the first time himself, before pulling her into the next alley. 

Ray swats at his hand in annoyance for bopping her on the head but she kinda likes it. She never really got the chance to be familiar with anyone she wasn’t related to, or basically related to like Rachel. Given the amount of time they spent together, anyway. So it’s nice, establishing a different repertoire then she was used to. She lets herself be pulled along though she could easily pull back, grinning all the way. 

“Ah feel like it isn’t an’ you just keep tryna get me alone,” she accuses, swatting back at him as she crashes into his back when they’re nearly out of the alley.

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“A date?” Quentin grinned wickedly. Any guilt he might have felt had disappeared. “Someone should have told me sooner. I might have actually taken that guy out. Much more romantic than mind control.” He winked. 

“Seriously, though. Even if I wanted to kill him, I wouldn’t have. It wouldn’t have helped the cause. If it’s just you watching than I don’t get any credit for it and if I did, what would it mean to the public? Some mutant kid accidentally killed a civilian? Just got angry and and took it out on a passer by? I’m not against killing but it kind of looses it’s impact if that’s all you’ve got going for you. I want to be seen as a threat, not a naughty school boy. Killing him would have been more naughty school boy than challenging a professor in class.”

Quentin walked passed her back to the main street. “So if this is a date, does that mean you’re paying for my meal?”

Ray groans, of course he wouldn’t let that go. It wasn’t really a date, she knew that but it was the first word that came flying out of her stupid mouth. She ignores his wink, knowing that lead down a road to certainly not-good intentions. It’s easy to though because the next thing he spouts on about sounds like a lecture and if she wanted a lecture she’d be in school right now not fucking around in town with him. She glares at him rather than answer, barely suppressing the urge to kick his shins. 

“Be a gentleman, would ya?” she says with a light gasp at his suggestion, shoving at his arm playfully. Of course she had plenty of money, none of which were in her pockets. She knew better than to keep money where others could easily grab. But still, her daddy taught her exactly what to expect on dates should he ever allow her to have them and paying was not an expectation. 

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“Have I?” Quentin frowns. He looked at the man who’s hand was still raised to his head. “I don’t think so. We haven’t even done anything yet.” He looks back at Ray, her unease visible. He couldn’t help but grin a little. Sometimes he worried people didn’t take his threats seriously anymore. Leave. Quentin commands. Leave and forget everything. 

“No need to act morally superior. If I’d wanted to kill him you won’t have been the only one watching.” He told her as he caught up. 

Ray wonders if he knew who her mama was, would he be talking to her like that. The kind of temper she flared wasn’t one he wanted to stoke. Or maybe it was. “Ah’m plenty sure you wanted ta kill ‘im,” she hissed at him waiting til they passed an alleyway before shoving him in there. She points at him, said temper bubbling in her chest. “Ya ain’t gotta prove a damn thing to me, okay?” Her finger jabs at his chest and she is standing pretty tall for a small girl. “Maybe ah ain’t morally superior but ah’m not the one mind controllin’ people on a goddamn date.” Realizing what she’s said she shuts her mouth abruptly and looks like a deer in headlights before backing up and heading out the alley. 

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He wrinkled his nose at the insult. Naughty school boy, pft. He’d show her. “You know, it’s not always about active antagonization of your opponent. In certain case, civil disobedience is far more effective. Building up resistance is just as important, especially if you don’t have the numbers. But if you really want a show,” Quentin smirked. “I can always fudge the numbers.”

He looked around a moment, considering. If he was going to disrupt the peace, he may as well make it worth something. A man in a suit brushed by them but before he could hurry on his way, he stopped. Quentin had him turn around to face Ray. He looked sharp, too clean cut for this far out from the city. “What you you think about him?” Quentin asked. He pulled a out a pocket knife and handed it to the man. Without the slightest expression on his face he took it and brought it up to his own neck. 

“Hold on, knives are boring.” The man reached into his breast pocket with his other hand and pulled out a handgun he’d been concealing. This, too, he pointed at himself. “Kind of makes you wonder why he had it doesn’t it? In any manner.” Quentin took the knife back. The two stared at Ray waiting for her to comment.

Ray isn’t sure how she expected him to react to her taunting. But it certainly wasn’t this. So maybe those stories she read about were true, maybe he wasn’t someone she was supposed to be idolizing. Then why did his actions strike more than fear into her? Like a bolt of lightening from her constricting chest to between her legs. She flushes, for a myriad of reasons, and hisses his name. Looking around them, she finds that no one is paying attention to them. Like there’s a perception filter around them and she’s the only one full of an anxiety so palpable she’s sure he can taste it. And probably likes it.

“Stop,” she says firmly, and without hesitation she rips the gun from the man’s hand. She’d inherited her mother’s strength, and it was like batting a fly. So was crushing the gun with both palms, bullets and all bending beneath her incredible strength. She tosses the heap of metal to the ground. “Ya made your point.” The look she gives him isn’t pleasant as she shoves past him, eyes front and center as she continues on their path. Sure she enjoyed breaking the rules, but not at the danger of harming innocent people.

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“I’m sure dat’s more trouble t’you den to me, no?” Remy laughed. “I don’ think I’ve seen ya ‘round,” He continued, gliding around her to drape his jacket over the chair behind his desk. Again he looked for a note that didn’t exist. Her posture didn’t go unnoticed but he didn’t give it much thought; it seemed inline with the kind of student who would come early. “An’ I’d assume you’re new student but I haven’ been told I’d got one of those, so…” He smiled at her, leaving it up to her to fill in either her name or where she was meant to be. He slipped his hand into a drawer to grab something before leaving his desk to continue the conversation without anything between them.

Ray barely hears a word he says, staring at every movement he makes to compare them to the ones of her memory. His easy laugh and smile, the sly way he slips his hand into his desk. Suddenly an intense longing for her father hits her in the chest. She hadn’t really thought it through when she came, had she? What if she never got to see him again? It’s a strange worry, considering she’s seeing him now. But this isn’t the Remy who loves her and cherishes her. This Remy didn’t know her name. Papa...

“Ah’m Ray,” she says hurriedly. “Ray LaMontagne.” She rubs the back of her neck with a smile. “Haven’t gotten’ formal’ly enrolled, if that’s what ya wondering.”

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“Ugh. You’re a pain in the ass, you know that?” Quentin complained, rolling his eyes. “You don’t even have to tell me the truth but if you’re not talking this is going to be a pretty dull outing. Here I’ll start for you,” He squinted at her, hand holding his chin and pretending to think. “You’re the daughter of a Marxist scholar and a civil rights lawyer and you’ve come here to escape theory and make real impact only to realize that Xavier’s School is just as ideologically driven and somehow produces even less results. It would explain why you’d be so eager to run off with the first rebel to cross your path.”

“It’s been said,” Ray says with a nod as he calls her a pain in the ass. In fact it’d been said by Olivier not even a few hours ago. And Arlo yesterday. She listens to his theory with a smirk on her face wishing she could immortalize this moment. Quentin Quire trying to figure her out. “Ya close,” she lies with that same smirk quirking her mouth. “Ah’m actually the Marxist scholar and civil rights lawyer and ah’m a mother of twelve... Cats, that is. And they’ve all escaped here to avoid bath time.” She stops in front of him with a raised eyebrow. “Could ya really call y’self a rebel, ‘den? Looks to me you jus’ a naughty school boy.”

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Quentin raised an eyebrow at her show. He folded his arms and floated himself over the wall. He knew how to show off too. “So you can fly than; that’s you’re power?” He said, stating the obvious. It was like getting another piece of a puzzle that wasn’t very helpful to the overall picture. He continued his march onward looking as unbothered by this unhelpful new information as he could. “Flying: not top secret. Got anything else you can share, Ray? How’d you end up here? You know, other than a DeLorean.” He joked.

"Don't cha get it?" she says with a giggle, watching him join her in the air like she'd hoped he would. "I'm not tellin' ya jack." Abruptly dropping to the ground outside of the wall, she clasps her hands behind her back and begins walking away with her nose in the air. She loved how much it was pissing him off, being clueless and unable to solve this enigma he'd encountered. She loved being the mystery he wanted to solve. She hopes it keeps him up at night.

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Without noticing it, Remy had become a proper Xavier school teacher. Maybe not ‘proper’ but he certainly had lessons and students and a routine that he hasn’t interrupted for several months by leaving. He ceased being a stranger. Mostly. There was at least one person who might dispute that but facts were facts: Remy had stayed put for an entire semester of classes and seeing new students seemed to wake him up to this reality. 

“Um, y’know class don’ start for another 20 minutes?” He asked, surprised to see his room wasn’t empty when he arrived. He’d paused at the door way. A quick glance toward his desk told him that he hadn’t gotten a new roster in the night so it might be for the best that she’d shown up early.

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When Arlo said he wouldn't haul her ass back to the future, he'd given her some strict guidelines that surely he didn't think she'd follow. One of them was to never be alone in a room with her dad. When she'd asked why he said it was because if they were being watched she'd be less likely to do or say something stupid. That shows how much he knows her. She's chuckling to herself about that just before Remy walks in and she sits up straighter as a habit.

He was her father, not her drill sergeant but she had respect for him. He taught her to be strong and powerful. She wouldn't let him down. "I set my clocks a lil'early," she responds, hands in her lap to keep him from seeing how they're shaking. They were right, Olivier was his spitting image.

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