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Samantha

Indifferent in nature, Samantha often acted as a passive participant to her father's arrangements. However, she didn't take too kindly to laughs exchanged between the Grayl brothers. Did their upbringing humor the Grayl estate? May Clara Mass grant her strength, she thought. For in this moment she perceived Mason as withholding good intentions, but the aura surrounding his brother spun a different story. It was one that concerned her greatly for the road ahead. "Our father has always understood the limited world view the American people have when guided by dirty hands." Her straightened honey blond hair framed an icy cold stare. Unlike Alana, she didn't posture herself as some high-end socialite. She was an enforcer as her father intended. His mission would spread the will of Clara Mass as intended. "We've grown tired of stagnation. We're well aware that society needs to ascend, but that can only happens through education. Together we'll think smarter." Samantha continued, walking forward and standing firmly on her sister Alana's left side. Interlocking her right arm with her sister's left arm, she rested her head on Alana's shoulder. From her pours oozed liquid that formed a diamond layer of skin over her face.

Sabrina

"I'm attending the Trinity Foundation...I mean I can actually speak from experience here." Sabrina paused, pressing her hand over her heart. She lead life by example. Foolishly, she expected everyone else to do the same. "I know our father wants nothing more than to bridge our differences. Even if that means unveiling the truths behind history's lies." Her strawberry blond curls draped over her forehead hid the skepticism of her eyes. Despite the projected whimsicality of her voice, Sabrina withheld a certain ambivalence whenever she worked with strangers. "So, we've come here to offer our hands with the hope that you'll extend yours. Together we'll work harder for the sake of all our people in this world." Sabrina continued, walking forward and standing timidly on her sister Alana's right side. Interlocking her left arm with her sister's right arm, she rested her head on Alana's opposite shoulder. Her eyes illuminated an oceanic hue that created a telekinetic armor around her body.

Alana

"Mister Grayl, one or two drinks won't dilute my attention span with you. Although I can't speak for the women in your life." Alana niceties died when Brian Newcastle abandoned his post in Valor City. Her attentive nature for other people's opinions and feelings withered with each passing day. So much so, it took the touch of her sisters company calm the storm brewing within her chest. "I will say this. Our interests with utilizing the elite and funding the youth takes precedence over a simple grant." Her slicked back hair revealed a bare face with a devilish grin akin to her matriarch. Clara Mass bestowed knowledge upon her father two decades ago. With the knowledge he then passed down onto Alana and her sisters, they'd ignite a future brighter than the old world. "We want the people who stand with us to live longer throughout history. To leave an undeniable legacy. There is, however, one request." There isn't a mutant ability the manifests on her outer body, but the Grayl brothers paid close attention....there was a fire that brewed behind her eyes. "Lionel Pierce is a particular mutant under our watch. His abilities grant him the ability to trace the history and knowledge of objects he touches. We're talking past, present and future. We believe he has the potential to contribute great things to this world....he just needs guidance." Alana glanced over to Samantha and then Sabrina, who gripped her wrist tighter than she should've. "We'll send the paperwork, but would you mind shaking on it. Any protests? Suggestions? Requests?" Samantha and Sabrina extended their free hands to the Grayl brothers.

@jacob_grayl@mason_grayl

[Venezuela? Didn't the Clarice Michelle texts suggest Noah lived there..?] As Alana peered into the room, she willfully ignored the telepathic inquiries of her sisters. Despite their convoluted family history, she wouldn't risk exposing any affiliations they might have. While Noah Zeraz worked underneath a mutant that referred to himself as the Supreme Chancellor, the texts in their possession didn't clarify which universe that happened in.

Alana believed it was too risky to divulge the nature of their bloodline and the information it afforded their work. So, voluntarily exposing themselves to a pair of strangers over a moment of hearsay wasn't enough for the eldest Zeraz sister. Instead, she pretended she didn't hear a single exchange. With that in mind, she greeted the Grayl brothers with a flirty fluttering of her polished acrylic nails and nod of acknowledgement.

"It seems we have guests? More like a family get together, ha! Am I right?" Samantha helplessly giggled as they entered a more accommodating portion of the museum. Even with the lingering effects of Alana's telepathic discipline, the middle sister remedied her aches with two adderall pills that she kept inside her silver Telfar bag. How she managed to swallow with needing something to drink made Sabrina green with envy.

"Please excuse, my sister. She's still feeling a bit jet lagged from our trip. One too many layovers, I guess." Sabrina was the youngest of her sisters, but she often acted as the de facto publicist whenever their choice of words veered from the focus of their agenda. As she stepped behind Samantha, wrapping her arms around her shoulders and tucking her chin between her sister's neck and shoulder, Sabrina rocked her sister back and forth while telepathically reminding her about the seriousness of today's meeting. When she lifted her arms, however, a Trinity Foundation wristband she received on orientation day could be seen visibly by the keen eye.

"I'm glad you're observant enough to witness three beautiful women walked into the room, Mister Grayl." Alana, on the other hand, never steered off course. In fact, she snapped her index finger and thumb together once more. She wasn't one to posture for self-proclaimed importance, but she did beckon the Grayl staff to fill herself a glass of the brandy on the rocks. A glass or two would be needed if she hoped to secure their cooperation.

"I just hope you're observant enough to see opportunity when it presents itself. As you can tell we're Alana, Samantha and Sabrina Zeraz. A pain in our father's ass, he'd joke. Although we promise to be much more comforting." When the staffer approached her person, Alana grasped the glass and turned her head ever so slightly for a light sip. Alana let the taste marinate in her mouth before swallowing and letting out a deep exhale.

"Ahhh. You see, our daddy founded the Zeraz Corporation twenty years ago. A young Puerto Rican man from a humble abode in San Juan. His small business turned corporation has come to own a multitude of organizations like Dominus International in Valor City and the Humanity Now Institute. " While she took another sip, Sabrina let go of Samantha and spun around her sibling to continue their conversation.

"I'm so sorry. You'll have to forgive the nature of the name, but the clinics are meant to be a call to action for humans. Our dad was trying to uplift and support mutants neglected by the healthcare industry. Show you're humanity now." Sabrina paused, her line of sight briefly meeting Jacob's before reddening in the face.

"What she said, yeah." Samantha interrupted before slipping her fingers inside her handbag, looking for something to distract herself with.

"So, we've come to the House of X in hopes of expansion. As of right now we're hoping to endorse a field trip for a select group of Trinity Foundation students. These students have aced presentations based on the very relics housed in this establishment." Alana, now with her emptied glass, plucked a piece of ice from inside. She walked toward Mason with a keen sense of curiosity. She believed he was faculty for the foundation, but she couldn't place his face. He wasn't on the board which meant his appearance here raised more questions then she initially intended. For now, she simply glared through his red eyes with the faintest interest lingering about.

"Our hope is for them to spend a week abroad and teach them the universality of the mutant experience. Now more than ever...our family believes in empowering the culture across the globe before our future..." With the piece of ice, she extended her arm outward and let it melt through her fingertips. "...slips away."

@mason_grayl@jacob_grayl

@mason_grayl: i know you not judging me after you asked for this. NOW GET IN LINE

@jacob_grayl

"Tell me, has father ever discussed his affinity for history with either of you?" Alana hadn't a clue with which portion of the museum she found herself within, but she pushed back her slicked straight white hair behind the collar of her cropped crimson red long sleeve blouse to reveal an amethyst gemstone draped on her neck. An heirloom passed down from previous generations, the violet hue acted as a reminder of their family's matriarch. May she rest in peace.

"You see, daddy has knowledge of things that have happened and will happen. It's why he makes us play midwife for the children of the Clara." As a collective hive mind of telepaths, the Zeraz sisters have often acted as spiritual guides for the descendants of her line.

"Uh, please. I'm so over it. Do you know how hard it was to keep up with Brian? His disappearance has ruined daddy's plans in Valor." Samantha scoffed at the thought of returning home amidst its current predicament. Maintaining the legacy of their bloodline may have lead to the creation of Valor City, but the trickle down effects have proven to be emotionally draining and economically troublesome for the family. Their work, however, continued regardless of circumstance.

"Oh whatever, Alana. What good is knowing what was and what will be...if I'm playing babysitter for some punk in Solace?" Much like Samantha, Sabrina detested the blind loyalty their sister had for their father. What was the point to their affairs if neither of them knew the meaning behind their actions? She was tired of having to report her finding from the Trinity Foundation Institute. What more could their father need? Their attitudes, however, were quickly tempered by their eldest sister's telepathic scolding.

"Girls, girls, please. I don't have the time for this nonsense!" A sudden wave of migraine symptoms dizzied their focus and the slight pain wouldn't stop until Alana snapped her middle and thumb together. As the alpha telepath among the three, Alana Zeraz had a command over her siblings that couldn't possibly be contended with.

"Work harder, think smarter and live longer. That's the Zeraz way. Isn't it?" Alana sneered as she eyed her sisters cower behind her. Her love for them paled in comparison to the loyalty she maintained for their father. She wouldn't allow their rebellious nature to sully her reputation anymore.

"Now, where were we? Oh yes, our family's affinity for history." As she turned her head forward, her eyes peered upward to witness the main attraction of the castle. The massive copper and gold Swordsman towered over the Legacy trio, the girth of the sword's shadow covered Alana's face. Her shoulders contracted as she squealed with excitement. The sentinel held no monetary value beyond a good Instagram post or two, but Alana's people from the Zeraz Corporation had contacted the House of X in hopes of arranging an event that could benefit both of their estates.

"A party, huh? I like the way you think, Samantha." From the looks of it, Rina wasn't correct on her first assessment of the midwestern barbie doll she'd come to befriend. In fact, Samantha had a bit of flair to her spirit. How could she be so daft

"As for you, William. The A.I. program is a step into the future." Although she wasn't fond of remedial classwork, Rina always did enjoy helping her fellow man. It's why she bonded with Brian Newcastle so closely. It was within her nature to help educate the clueless. Poor Billy, he was so lucky to be pretty. It'd help him get far despite the nervous ticks he displayed whenever he's confused, sweaty, or both.

"Valor City tried the whole tech is your friend shtick, but now it's on the cusp of being considered a free trial for America's police state wet dream." The fanning paused once Rina propped herself back onto the ground. She stepped forward, approaching Billy with a soft grin on her face. As much as she enjoyed patronizing strangers, Rina understood this program was new within academics spaces. She would seriously remiss to suggest that everyone knew the importance of what the Trinity Foundation's program meant for the world at large. That's why she leaned back on the sarcastic wit for his sake, looking intently in his eyes as she continued to speak.

"We're in a world where superpowers are like pocket accessories. Tech is leveling the field and my father says the foundation is showing us how to marry it with our everyday lives." Rina softly patted Billy on his left shoulder. He appeared to be in the same position as herself. Thrust into this program based on their parents' demands and not their own. She hoped he'd understand that she saw him...that she understood him.

"It's like they're trying to achieve some sense of equity between all walks of life. At least, I think, but who knows nowadays with institutions and ulterior motives, haha." Rina had this bubbly energy about her. The way she could make the most serious of matters lighthearted despite the implications she inferred. She handed Billy her phone, instructing him to add his information before she changed her mind.

"I'm supposed to get my A.I. tomorrow. It's going to help me develop my strengths and I'm sure it'll do the same for you both." Rina spun around Billy and approached Samantha with her phone. This time asking her politely to add her information so they could reconvene for later for more fun affairs.

"Anyways, anyways, anyways, before I head back to my place. Is there anything I can help you two with before tonight? Ask now or forever hold your peace." Rina briefly turned her head in the direction of the tech consultant nerds standing behind by the student center help desk, she grimaced a bit so they wouldn't bother asking for her contact info.

@billy_kidd@samantha_mcstorm

It took all of five minutes to find the front desk of the Trinity Student Center. An assortment of food options made up the second-floor cafeteria, but Rina wasn't hungry for a box of Marissa's Doughnuts and Pastries. Instead, she sat atop the front desk while a group of upperclassmen working behind the desk fanned her with the brochures she requested.

"As an A.I. major, Samantha...I can't allow my reputation to suffer." Rina groaned at the thought of her studies being filled with tedious college requisites. It wasn't that she couldn't handle the full-time course load. In fact, her SAT scores coupled with her father's connections afforded the Cuban connoisseur a number of grants to research her admittance essay's proposal for tech integration in psych fields. What concerned Rina, however, was the amount of freedom she'd have to explore vices outside her father's peripheral.

"Tell me, William...err Bill? Should we go to the football game tonight and drink beer like the locals?? I imagine they'll throw a tailgate with vats of candy-flavored drinks that'll make tomorrow's hangover worth it." Rina's first class wasn't until tomorrow afternoon. So, she didn't mind the idea of releasing her inner inhibitions.

"Try not to think too hard. How about you, Samantha? El football? Si or no?" Who didn't love a game of machismo morons crashing into one another until a concussion created holes inside their brains? As she fanned herself with one brochure, tugging another from a desk consultant's frail hand, Rina imagined how exciting it'd be to integrate herself into the Trinity Foundation's culture.

"Here one of you grab a brochure. Does anything on here match up with your majors?" It should be noted, Sabrina wasn't using any telepathic conditioning on the nerds behind the counter. Their eagerness to assist was due in part to her patting their heads every time they answered a question for Rina and her friends. Beta males enjoyed reassurance and Rina enjoyed being the center of attention for once.

@samantha_mcstorm@billy_kidd (you two can set the tone for what we do our first day :)

"A scholarship? Listen, an opportunity is an opportunity. Samantha, where I'm from you have to think smarter and work harder if-" It happened so swiftly. Maybe he was in a hassle or maybe he was just a man. Either way, Rina didn't take too kindly to her center of gravity shifting, but she wouldn't make a fuss about it. At least, not yet.

On the other hand, she was thankful for Samathan grabbing her by the elbow. It prevented a stereotypical rom-com situation from happening. You've seen the movies. How the boy first meets the girl? How they'd drop their belongings on the floor, frantically trying to apologize to one another before their eyes meet? Rina didn't have time for that kind of storyline. That's why she took a deep breath to center her spirit. One deep inhale and exhale while she adjusted the sleeves of her blazer.

"My friends call me Rina, but for the time being. You can call me Sabrina." Sure she wore this sarcastic smile on her face, but she hoped the boy could take a joke. Thick skin was commonplace around her way, but in case he took the jab to the heart then Rina would apologize for her remark. Either way, she welcomed his company. It was only determining whether or not he wanted hers.

"I'm guessing you're new and so are we. And judging by the way you're running around, I'm going to guess you also don't know where the hell you're going?" Rina chuckled just before pointing toward Samantha, gesturing for him to follow her lead.

"So, what do you say....?" As she continued to speak, Rina discovered she never even bothered to ask for his name. She hoped that wouldn't impede on her request for him to join their quest.

(@samantha_mcstorm@billy_kidd: Once we finish this lil' intro...is it cool if I move us inside?)

@paragonxxx: it's my annual return from the abyss to write on CV lol thank you.

"Hey, um...thanks for actually answering so I didn't look like a complete weirdo out here." The two freshmen greeted each other with a firm handshake. It was a kind change of pace for the Valor native.

"My name's Sabrina, but you can call me Rina. I'm not too far out from here and I've been freaking out, but Arizona? Wow." Rina was taken aback by the national scale of the Trinity Foundation's student body. Someone like Samantha didn't look like silver spoon-fed children that walked up the steps leading into the student center. No, she had this girl next door energy about her. Rina imagined her grabbing a glow stick and drawing Mickey Mouse for a Disney Channel commercial.

"I haven't been here for a week yet and my head's been spinning around like a damn Ferris wheel." Rina didn't maintain much eye contact as she followed Samantha's direction. It's not that she was uncomfortable, but rather the fact that Rina wasn't known for speaking much at all. She was known as a worrywart. That's why Alana usually spoke on her behalf.

"Now I know people are all about their independence, but I miss my family. It's hard having to be an adult without the safety net." Rina's thumbs twiddled as she unbuttoned her navy blue blazer. Underneath was an off-white blouse that was becoming a poor fashion choice in lieu of today's weather, especially when she could feel every bead of sweat around her throat like a necklace. It was a discomforting feeling so she quickly pulled a handkerchief from her black Jacquemus handbag to blot her skin.

"How about you, Samantha? I pray you've been doing better than me, haha."

@samantha_mcstorm

@billy_kidd (If you decide to interject...no matter how or where I'll find a way to make it work :)

Do you know what it means to experience separation anxiety? It's this kind of fear that leaves a void in your spirit. A void often filled by loved ones. For Sabrina, it was her sisters that she couldn't bear living without. There was no Alana for a steady hand to guide her through the unknown and Samantha wasn't around to argue with their father's demands.

Their mutant powers were only ever at full strength when together. So, imagine how helpless she feels knowing she can't read minds as easily as her time in Valor City. Sabrina's father hoped her acceptance into the Artificial Intelligence Program would change that problem. He anticipated Sabrina's intellect and mutant abilities coupled with the foundation's resources would prove beneficial. To what end, however, was unknown. What she did know, on the other hand, was that the stress ball she squeezed alleviated the stress clawing at her chest.

"Ohmygod, girl. A last-minute meeting with my academic counselor came up. My badddd. Catch up with you later though!" Her Dominus-X Phone's voice automated A.I. Chauncey read her text message into her wireless headphones. As she stood in the center of the university plaza, listening to the over-exaggerated messages from her house leader, Sabrina tossed her stress ball onto the ground from the frustration of fizzled out plans.

"Necesitas arreglarlo, Sabrina. Por favor!" As much as she wanted to spend the rest of her day cocooned inside her blankets while the new La Rosalia and Travis Scott collab played in the background, Sabrina understood there was no merit in losing her composure. Instead, she scanned the area around her in hopes of finding another student to potentially network with. This time she wouldn't look for an established member of the student body. Not yet anyway. What she needed to find was someone who could make her look relatable, friendly....normal. As an incoming freshman, Sabrina needed to play the part of a newbie trying to find her place in a whole new world.

"Could anyone point me in the direction of student services? Anyone? Like anyone?"

@samantha_mcstorm@billy_kidd (Either one of you can jump in if you want. If not I'll continue tomorrow :)