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Feb 23, 2021 01:19PM

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She kinda wanted to show the blueprints to Professor X but she didn't know if she should. She bit her lip, staring at it for a while. Making an Ironman armour was quite fun, even though she didn't know if it would work properly but showing it to someone.... That was a whole new story.

Gianna heard the footfalls of Professor X coming closer, having taught herself how to sense people around her even if she was WAYYYYY deeply imbedded in Lala Land. /she didn't stop doing what she was doing though, continuing to draw her little hero, and surprisingly there was a HUGE chunk of writing that she simultaneously continued, creating the details and nitty gritty parts of measurements, materials, etc. "Oooooo graphene would work great for the helmet and these doohickeys!" She exclaimed, not bothered that she might be annoying the people near her. That was her daily job after all; being the loudest and craziest in the room. Or at least coming very close to it. Her unruly hair had been tied up in a messy bun when she was hurricane-finishing her homework, now bouncing and moving around as she did, because one thing Gianna never did, was stop moving.




"Yes, Gianna," X says wearily, already regretting this conversation. He looked at her papers and sighed. "But this was not one of the physical kinds of homework, at least for the back of the class, which is where you are now." He didn't really have the sobriety and strength to explain his weird homework schedule to this particular student so instead, he just sighed and put the papers down and said "It was supposed to be done on a computer."






The tired professor set down the papers and kneeled in front of Gianna. He gently grabbed her hands and made her look at him. "Focus kid." as much as the girl confused him, X still had a soft spot for her. "Deep breaths, I'm going to check the other students' work and when I come back to you," he stood up. "I expect you to be calm and collected."
X glanced at the rest of the students' work before heading back to Ray. "How's the taser going Raylie?" Wait, was it a taser? Or was it something else? X cursed under his breath, stupid brain couldn't remember anything useful.


((Major props to Prof X))

Np, I also forgot about this up until recently 😌😅😌😅))
"Tasers coming out great. But I've got a lot of different idea too. Ever since I did a movie marathon with my family on Marvel... I've been trying to replicate that stuff too." She hummed as she flipped through her notebook, each page having different blueprints...
((I'm pretty good, working on math, yay))
X was genuinely interested in Ray's work. "Hoverboards, those shit-, I mean silly things would never get an inch off the ground in reality. Even with our advanced technology, they would never work for actual transportation..." He went on for a few seconds, listing pros and cons under his breath and working equations out loud.
After a minute, X forced himself to get out of his head and teach, after all, that was what he was paid to do. "Anyway, good design, good idea, and almost perfect engine." he gave Ray a small smile, "You can come here and start building with my tools any time Raymon."

"Thank you, sir" she beamed. Ray blinked in surprise on hearing that, "Thank you sir" she replied, "And it's Rayonna. Ray, if you absolutely have to, sir. Not Raymon" she refrained from rolling her eyes. Rolling your eyes at a teacher never end up in anything good. And she didn't want to risk anything after hearing that she was allowed to come here to work on her designs.


X could imagine the chaos if this girl made a real hoverboard with thrusters made for an iron man suit. The scene made his smile noticeably a bit more maniacal. "Good luck, Rayonna." He said slowly, it would take practice for him to remember someone's actual name. "And do make sure the Widow bites aren't charged enough to kill some poor bastard."


((big oof, I'm sure you'll get it soon enough, may I ask what your drawing?))

X wondered what a real teacher might do if they saw the unconcerned look in their student's eye when there was mention of killing. They would probably shut down any dangerous projects and report her. He knew nothing good was to come from that, and X trusted Rayonna to do what was right. But X resolved to keep a close eye on her from now on. He walked away to check on Gianna, who'd hopefully calmed down.

((ooooh, looks interesting. maybe ill try to draw it later. you can do it!))

((ooooh, looks interesting. maybe ill try to draw it later. you can do it!))"
((Maybe you can somehow show it to me then!
I'll try. But I'm thinking of looking for something easier now))

((Maybe you can somehow show it to me then!
I'll try. But I'm thinking of looking for something easier now)) ..."
((I've gotta go for an hour, and I'll maybe post my drawing on this group's photos??? maybe if I get it done. see ya!))

(Sorry for the confusion! I wanted to accurately display the craziness that Gianna has as well as some things she has)

((its okay!))
In all his 5+ years of teaching, X had never been so confused and empathetic for a student. After grabbing his strongest coffee and a chair, X sat beside the girl with a surprisingly peaceful expression. "Thank you Gianna for working hard," he said calmly. "How are you today?"


((I think the way you wrote it is great! Is it some kind of medical abnormality or something else? Im really interested now haha))
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Lucky pulled her legs up in her seat, angling them crisscross as she read through her work. Really, she wasn't sure if she should be offended that he’d believed it was her homework. Her handwriting wasn’t that bad, was it? (Answer: Yes. Yes it was that bad.) She sighed, leaning back in her chair. Today was just one of those days where there was no energy but no time to rest.
She listened intently to Professor X as he walked around the room. She didn’t know much about him, but he seemed like one of the more chill teachers at the school. Less “all business” and more “fuck yeah let’s commit ✨murder✨“. Not literally, but still. Lucky could vibe with that. She also took in the way he treated Gianna. Surprisingly patient, for someone she’d come to see as so chaotic. She considered herself and Gianna to be... aqquaintances, maybe. Not quite friends. They hadn’t gotten to know each other very well lasts year, which was mainly Lucky’s fault. She was the one who’s been actively avoiding everyone else. Maybe this year they’d talk more. Who knew?