N'a-t-elle pas regardé sa démonstration d'avant? Ou est-ce que Heidi cherchait l'explication de Peter pour sa mutation? Pete ne pouvait pas prendre de vraies hypothèses, donc il a plutôt pris un moment pour penser aux mots pour expliquer sa capacité, déplacer tout en anglais le mieux qu'il pouvait, alors, revenir et s'assurer que cela avait du sens en anglais. Il était encore très dur avec la langue, les mots ne sortaient pas toujours comme il l'espérait, ou parfois son accent trompait les mots et rendait presque impossible de parler.
"Je... J'ai grandi. Je deviens plus fort, mon corps est en métal." Il a essayé d'expliquer, ses mains défilant et se déplaçant autour comme il a parlé à la fille. "Mes vêtements sont gros pour s'adapter quand je grandis en métal. Ils se relâchent quand je redeviens petit. »
À l'autre bout, il pouvait comprendre pourquoi le pouvoir d'Heidi pouvait être plus une malédiction qu'un don. Avoir un cerveau qui pourrait tout penser tout le temps doit être difficile à coucher avec, pour même se concentrer sur des tâches simples avec. A-t-elle tellement grandi dans son esprit qu'elle sait exactement quand elle va faire des choses? Il y avait tellement de questions, et leur poser peut lui faire mal à la tête.

Atteindre avec sa main, Booker avait tenté de créer une construction dans le temps pour empêcher le rocher de frapper le chat. Malheureusement pour lui, la construction n'est devenue physique qu'après que la roche l'a traversé, touchant sa cible. Il soupira et desserra sa main. "Désolé!" Il a appelé le chat, mutant ou non.
Il retourna ensuite à Rosemary, souriant calmement à la fille. "Utilisez votre capacité à ses limites." Il lui a dit que sa main s'ouvrait et levait la paume pour créer un atome en mouvement. "Adaptez-vous. Grandissez, changez."
"Vous souvenez-vous comment M. Summers et Mme Grey ont été amenés dans les Xmen? Toute l'histoire?" L'atome flottait encore dans sa main, tournant lentement alors qu'il parlait à un rythme égal. Jean était étudiant ici. Elle était bonne, intelligente, mais elle n'était pas tout ce qui était pris en charge par les étudiants autour d'elle. Pourtant, elle a fait son travail, travaillant et travaillant, même s'il n'y avait pas de voie claire pour elle. Scott venait d'arriver au manoir quand l'Apocalypse a attaqué. Il avait déjà eu une scolarité normale. Avec sa capacité croissante comme elle l'a fait, aussi tard qu'elle l'a fait, toutes les pensées de l'avenir qu'il avait été lavé. »
Il se mit à marcher, se moquant de sa main libre pour que Rosemary le suive alors qu'il lui monopolisait. "Et monsieur Wagner, notre illustre professeur de théâtre et de théâtre. Il n'était arrivé que quelques instants après Scott. Il a été capturé, mis dans un ring de combat. Pas de famille pour parler d'autre chose qu'un cirque avec lequel il a voyagé. Trois parages dans des lumières très différentes. Ils ont tous été réunis ici parce qu'ils ressentaient le besoin de faire quelque chose. Ils se sont battus, ils ont prouvé qu'ils avaient ce qu'il fallait pour devenir la deuxième classe de X-men. Ce n'est peut-être pas vrai pour vous ou pour qui que ce soit dans cette école. Devenir des protecteurs qui sauvent le monde n'est pas votre avenir en arrivant ici. En apprenant vos pouvoirs, en les maîtrisant, en les contrôlant, c'est votre but ici. N'importe quoi après c'est tout entre tes mains."
Il s'est arrêté, il a gelé l'atome en plein air. En quelques instants, elle s'estompa dans la poussière, s'enfuyant et revenant au monde comme énergie. « Ce que je veux dire ici, Rosemary, c'est que l'avenir dépend de vous. C'est ce que tu fais. Mais il y a des devoirs que vous devez respecter. Vos cours, qui, oui, vous n'échouerez pas, et vos rendez-vous avec moi, qui, vous êtes." Il sourit plus fort. Il ne s'est pas rapproché, mais il a regardé au loin. "Si tu échoues dans ma classe. Vous ne serez pas diplômé, et vous serez retenu ici jusqu'à ce que vous le fassiez. Une bonne motivation."
Name: Nate Snider
Alias:Refract
Position: Student
Abilities/powers: Support:Increased mass.(Wt-520lb. Ht-5"2', husky) Minor:Adheasion (AKA wall walk.) Minor:Bend Light
Major: Multiple selves. (Currently he can only make one duplicate of himself. As he matures and ages he wil be able to gain
more.)
Sex: Male
Age/Date of Birth:13 June 29th, 1986
General appearance: Short and Stocky, hair:dirty blond, skin: tan. Hazel eyes that seem to change color depending on his mood from greenish to
blue when calm to redish when angered.
Additional Appearance/costume:Black pants, steel toed boots, leather jacket, dark blue, red, green or black shirts.
Personality: At first glance he seems standoffish and high and mighty, stemming from a lack of trust in others. When befriended he is
wolfishly protective and shows a darker humor. Being the child of military personel who were scientists, he is blessed (or cursed) with a mind
that recalls almost all it encounters and his childhood consisted of training from the time he could walk.
Special Skills: Hand to hand Martial arts, boxing, Prowling, wrestling, Military Etiquette, basic radio usage, Rifle handling, Basic
electronics and mechanics, Demolitions use and disposal and underwater Demolition, Pilotig automobiles, Hunting, land nav, identifying plants
and fruits, Preserve food, skin and prepare animal hides, cooking.
Place of birth: Denver Colorado
Weapon(s) of choice: Prefers rifles and his hands
Medical information: Has a healthy fear that he is being followed. (Some times they really are out to get you.)
Brief History:Born of Nate and Rachael Snider, two military scientists working for a private investor whos goal was to harnes and develop
technology covering the whole spectrum fromnanotecnology to cellular manipulation. Secretly they used a process they had
developed on themselves. "To better understand a thing, sometimes you mush become a thing," was their polocy. It turned out to
be a sucess, Nate sr. Gained the ability to become pure plasma, melting anything he touched plus so much more. Rachael gained
the ability to become metalic. They kept these abilities plus others unknown, to themselves and away from their bosses for many
years, then Rachael became pregnant. Fearing that their child would be born with abilities and become a lab rat to their bosses,
Nate and Rachae made contingencies. They contacted a professor they'd heard about through back channels, telling him that should
something happen to them or should he be found out they would need a place for him to learn and grow in safety. They set aside a
rainy day fund to cover any needs Nate jr. would have.
Nine months late Nate jr. was born, not a sign of any non normal gene was to be found. Over the next twelve years Nate jr. was
raised and tought anything and everything his parents could toss his way. He seemed to retain information at an astounding rate,
learning survival and many other useful tools for staying out of the sight of those who might one day take Nates parents away,
all the while Nate sr. and Rachael continued to develop and study technology for their organization, keeping their own
enhansements secret.They kept a close eye on Nate jr to ensure he was a normal child, and for a while it seemed their fears could
rest, then came the fated day that everything changed.
It was Nate jr's twelth birthday, all the neiborhood kids were envited to a great party with baloon's, bounce houses, music and
food, all was going well then Nate jr fell ill. He went up stares to his room to see if it was just a side effect off too much
cake that just needed to be slept off. To make sure no one else got sick just in case Nate jr had cought a cold, Nate sr and
Rachael sent all the guests home with left overs. They had just finished cleaning up the party when they heard a huge crash from
inside the house, as if a car had smashed into the house. They raced inside to find the living room a mess. There was a large
hole in the celing and another in the floor, the couch had been smashed in half. They looked up through the hole in the celing
to see the reminants of Nate jr's bed, then down through the hole in the floor. Still wrapped in his bedding, some of his   smashed
bed and pieces of the couch, Nate jr was laying asleep in a small crator in the congrete bacement floor. When Nate sr   tried to lift Jr
he was unable to. Even though Nate jr looked the same in size, he now weighted several hundred pounds more then   he had when he
went to bed.
Nate sr and Rachael were greated the next day at work by a containment crew. They had brought Nate jr to work to run some
tests to see what else had happened to his physiology, instead they were greeted by the angry looks and words of their boss as
he told them to kneel down and put their hands behind their heads, they were now the property of the organization, and through it
the United States Government. Nate sr hugged Rachael and Nate jr, nodding to Rachael then turned back to his boss, a small smile
playing across his face. Rachael hugged Nate jr, kissing him and telling him to find the professor, "You will find the info at
the trainstation, locker 313." Tears rolling down her face she grabbed Nate jr and hurled him out the front door, her skin   becomming
metalic, then she hurld herself into the mass of guards sorounding them. Nate sr became a conflagoration, roaring as   the guards
unloaded M16 ammo into him. Nate jr heard his name called in both his parents voiced as his father went nova. Nates   instincts flared
as a shimmering field sorounded him befor he hit the ground, redirecting a nova of heat and energy that washed   over him,
incinerating everything withing a five block area of the compound.
The next few hours were a blurr. Nate jr recalled seeing his mothers metalic form become slag as his fathers body become a
nova and winked out of existance, leaving a flattened area where the compound used to be. Nate jr saw lights and faces but the
next thing he recalled was sitting infront of locker 313, a phone in his hand a voice on the other end giving condolences to his
loss, then all was a blurr till he awoak in a soft bed looking up at the face of the professor. The only though on his mind, "If
mom could trust him, I should." "Hello Professor, Im Nate," was all he could get out before pain over whelmed him and his world
was a roar, then oblivion.
Relatives: Nate and Rachael Snider