[There's plenty of people who are like that. There's certain things you HAVE to do with other people - like the 24 man groups - but the highest tier raids you would rather slit your own wrists than try it with a PUG. Even a dedicated group is tricky to get through those high tier raids with. I do love doing smaller things with closer friends, though. So I can feel that!]
Charles followed along, his hands in his pockets, his brows lifting as he saw a particularly elegant drip of vine down to one patch of flowers, large and pouring delicately out that glowing pollen like a small waterfall. He listened as he walked beside Aurus, intently, though he wanted to take everything in he could visually. "An outlier, among your people. Something I can well understand. Sometimes to be different is to dare, but other times to be different is to live." But was Charles talking about Kesehrn or Aurus himself? From the glance over, it very well might have been the latter. The tiny smirk confirmed it.
There were some mutants that could very well fit into the Kesehrn-style of existence, even amongst the rest of them. Hank, who hid himself almost entirely while telling students to be open, immediately came to mind, but socially that didn't quite fit. There were some mutants that were so different they had told him to fuck off, literally or figuratively, because they wanted nothing to do with the idea of being a part of the X-Men or the school.
When they approached the seed pod, his brows went up, studying it, stepping back very slightly at the sudden opening of the 'door', his fingertips reaching out to brush over it. Organic, like everything else. "A ride." Dry, but interested, and he stepped inside with a smile. "Did someone create this or did the Grove ... invent this?"
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Charles followed along, his hands in his pockets, his brows lifting as he saw a particularly elegant drip of vine down to one patch of flowers, large and pouring delicately out that glowing pollen like a small waterfall. He listened as he walked beside Aurus, intently, though he wanted to take everything in he could visually. "An outlier, among your people. Something I can well understand. Sometimes to be different is to dare, but other times to be different is to live." But was Charles talking about Kesehrn or Aurus himself? From the glance over, it very well might have been the latter. The tiny smirk confirmed it.
There were some mutants that could very well fit into the Kesehrn-style of existence, even amongst the rest of them. Hank, who hid himself almost entirely while telling students to be open, immediately came to mind, but socially that didn't quite fit. There were some mutants that were so different they had told him to fuck off, literally or figuratively, because they wanted nothing to do with the idea of being a part of the X-Men or the school.
When they approached the seed pod, his brows went up, studying it, stepping back very slightly at the sudden opening of the 'door', his fingertips reaching out to brush over it. Organic, like everything else. "A ride." Dry, but interested, and he stepped inside with a smile. "Did someone create this or did the Grove ... invent this?"