New goddess in town (open)

"Well, howdy there, sugar."

Sitting on the stairs just past the main hall, a girl was watching Kalina with a smirk on her face. Freckled and with curly hair, her green eyes were watching with an inquisitive glint within. She had her chin in her hands, elbows propped on her knees.

"You must be new. Lucky I was hangin' around the front doors, huh? Else y'all might have been wanderin' around all day. Call me Parsley, if ya like. What do they call y'all?"

Niels sensed the newcomer well before she had reached the door, or he strongly felt she was a newcomer because her emotional aura was... unknown to him. Still, he had been on his way back from the library. Though it might be a good idea to pass by and have a look, even more, when he sensed the more familiar presence of Parsley... if she had not been there, he might have decided to take another way and avoid the entrance hall entirely.

As it was now:

A teenager with curly hair and bright brown eyes appeared at the top of the stairs above Parsley. He was dressed in green flannel and brown jeans, and he had what looked like a utility belt with several bags and another bag attached to his hip with a belt construction.

"Hello," he greeted with a slight smile, tucking a wayward lock of hair behind his ear. He had heard parts of the conversation since the mansion had a way of letting voices carry a fair distance. It was possible to notice that the way he acted seemed to apply. He was not surprised that Kalina was there. "This-- you came here alone?" Niels looked around for any sign of an adult, but he did not see or sense anyone else.

He walked down the steps until he was roughly next to Parsley; he pulled out his phone and casually sent a message to the first teacher contact he found. *I think we've got a new student at the entrance hall.* He hoped it would be noticed. "I mean, that was rude... I'm Cornelius, but everyone calls me Niels. I see you've already met Parsley" He did not know how to tackle the mention of gods... so he decided not to touch on it; a teacher would be better at explaining.

Another came down the steps, as she was getting herself familiar with parsley. Conversing within a group was entirely new to her and she could only hope she would leave a good impression on the two of them... Especially considering that she would be seeing them both from time to time.

She gave Neils, what she hoped was a good sized smile and wave but she soon felt self conscious and hid her hands away


It's nice to meet you Neils, and parsley seems nice so far too. And yes[/b]

She stated, before pausing and thinking about her answer again

Well, my mom took me to the airport, but she couldn't afford to fly across the country[/b]

She admitted, her heart calming down some as she started to talk. It.. seemed natural? Is this what it was like to have friends? It was an enjoyable feeling, and she found herself wanting to know more about the two teens in front of her

Well, I mean how else are we blessed with the powers that we have? Speaking of, what kind of power do the two of you have?[/b]

She earnestly asked, not thinking if it was too forward. That's why everyone was here at this school after all. Right?

Parsley gave Niels a nudge with her elbow.

"Speak for yourself, sweetie. Why, I've felt like a god my whole life."

It sounded like an arrogant statement, but she meant in the whole patricidal, exiled, eternally punished kind of way. Perhaps this would register on Niel'a emotional radar. Sometimes Parsley forgot she was talking to an empath, and her dark jokes would come across what they really were.

"Watch this, sugar. I'm callin' heads."

Parsley pulled out a coin, flipping it into the air. Ir landed on the back of her hand, and she revealed it as a heads.

"Tada! Pretty cool, huh? Now watch, I'm callin' tails."

Tails it was, and Parsley looked very pleased for a girl that had only called two correct coin flips. She tossed the coin in the air again.

"Now watch - I'm callin' neither!"

The coin spun through the air, before landing perfectly on her outstretched hand, balanced on one side. Parsley's grin stretched wider.

"Pretty improbable, right? Y'all could say I'm just that lucky."

"So humble," Niels muttered; he watched as Parsley demonstrated her power, which was impressive... and Niels did not feel he could explain his own in any way that would not be... uhm... intrusive. "You could have called something sillier; I'm sure you're just holding back."

Niels took a moment to regard the questions.

"Yes, most of the time. Mostly surface feelings, emotions are usually layered, and other emotions might be deeper inside." He explained, putting one hand over the other. "Emotions are like heat from a fire; they radiate outwards from the person, and I can detect and comprehend that, which is useful when people are lying to me, and I know some people aren't as bad as they like to pretend." He did have a habit of putting more stock in what a person was feeling than what they were saying, which may be a bad habit. Still, it helped him understand people more.

" As for ghosts, I'm no expert, but I believe it is because ghosts often are very emotional; it is one of the few things they still have. Most of them are what I like to call "Imprint Ghosts" because they re-enact tragic or violent deaths. They do not think, in essence, they are emotional imprints left behind; they repeat the same action over and over. Like a video, but in reality instead of a screen." Niels gestured with his hands as he talked, but not for any reason; he just did that. "More rarely are those you can talk with; they are, in essence, themselves but stuck here for many different reasons. We have a nun in the local area who only speaks Latin... so that is a challenge to make sense of. Still, no matter the kind of ghosts, they feel a lot, and a ghost is mostly composed of strong emotions." He paused, clearing his throat as he blushed slightly. "Did not mean to get all nerdy about ghosts..."

Niels curiously watched Kalina, and his eyes widened as she became a snapping turtle. He knew it was still her because of her emotional imprint, but she was a turtle now. "You're a shapeshifter, that's so cool." He said and did mean it. "Does this mean you can talk to other turtles when you're one?"

The familiar trees of upstate New York came into view as Ororo flew above the tree line. She saw a few students, at least from afar they looked the part, entering the building and sped up to catch the door. Around her the air was warm and inviting and as she approached the door the students would begin to feel the air change.



The familiar smell of the old wood wafted up to her nose and she took in the familiar smell of the Xavier School. "It really has been a while."



She then addressed the students in front of her with a gentle smile. "Am I correct in assuming you're all students? I haven't been back here in a while so I'm afraid I'm a bit out of the loop."

"Of course, sorry... and great," Niels replied with a slight smile. He did not comment on what he felt from Parsley, but he did make a small mental note of it; maybe she was just uncomfortable about ghosts being real. That was nothing new; not everyone was as excited about ghosts as Jason. "But I don't sense any ghosts here, and now, so I think we're fine..."

Niels intently looked at the little turtle and was disappointed when she shook her head. It would have been fun if she could talk to turtles; then again, he could speak to animals. "That's fine; it's still a cool power—" His voice stopped as Kalina shifted into a snake. It was not that he was overly afraid of snakes; he was just... surprised.

Like the others, his attention went to the door, and in his case, it did so slightly before the others because he sensed the person approaching from the sky a distance away. "I think--" he managed to say before the almost closed door opened again. She was a grown woman and a mutant, and she appeared very familiar with the school, as she did not deviate and went for the doors immediately. Her emotions did not show any hostility, confidence, or nostalgia. For a moment, he thought she might have been an empath too, especially with the warm feeling she was spreading, but he quickly noticed the feeling of warmth was physical, not mental.

Still, he was slightly stunned—this woman was gorgeous. He looked to Parsley for a moment to check if she knew this woman before looking at her again.

"Y-Yes," he spoke up, collecting himself as best he could. "I'm Cornelius Hausknecht, but only--" He had been about to say that only his mother called him that but stopped himself. "Most people just call me Niels." He cautiously examined the woman; she looked kind, and she felt kind, so he saw no reason to think otherwise. Parsley might be one to know Niels well enough to see that he did not react in a way that would imply he felt hostility. He could be instrumental like that. "Very nice to meet you, Miss..." He let the sentence trail off, hoping that the woman would pick it up. Was she a former student? A teacher? A friend of someone?