[Tessa]

It was nothing to behold as Sage was tossed over the gate and her body against the pavement. She sent a glare back to the soldiers and figured they were doing what current men wanted them to do. They simply didn't know better or couldn't because they simply had a family to feed. This connection was meant as a man gave her softer look trying to say sorry for his actions against her. A wedding ring on his finger proved he had more to deal with then just a loud mouth commander.

Getting up slowly She brushed her clothing off and walked down the street and entered the school without a hitch. The hallways were like they should be and she took in every detail and knew where every exist as well as item that could be used as a weapon was. Entering the offices Sage looked up to see no one there. "Xavier?" She called softly not wanting to upset anyone while they work with the students.

Sage walked into his office and looked at the items that sat on hi desk. Nothing from Lucifer's cave to remind him or make anyone question. He forgot about her. Why was she here? Being smart she should of ran with the Morlocks. It would have smarter then tossed in here. The Hellfire Club was over. There was nothing more too it. "Charles. Where are you?"

[Professor Xavier]

"I'll be right there." The answer came to her mentally as Charles was wrapping up a student session in a classroom down the hallway and to the left.

"The modern high-power dealer of woe wears immaculate linen, carries a silk hat and a lighted cigar, sins with a calm countenance and a serene soul, leagues or months from the evil he causes.' A quote from Sin and Society by E. A. Ross in 1907. It is this quote that I want you students to discuss amongst yourselves and think about until class tomorrow when we will discuss it in more detail along with other theories and the effects of the revision of social ethics in the twentieth century's progressive movement. Until tomorrow class." The professor said with a slight nod as he closed the book that lay open upon his desk and the bell rang. The students all packed up their things and left, Charles following behind the last one.

"Sage. I trust they didn't treat you too badly?" The professor asked as his feet brought him step by step to his office which was down the hall. He opened the door softly and entered, closing it behind him. He didn't like invading other's minds, so he refrained from discovering the answers to his questions himself, he'd rather ask them and allow her to respond. He smiled slightly to see her there in his office, she seemed almost out of place with the worn books, wooden floors, old furniture. This office wasn't as nice as his other one in his ancestral home, but it was close enough to the original. It had enough shelf space for most of his books anyway. The rest were in the library and a few shelves in his private study.

"I trust we can speak aloud now that we're in the same room." The professor said with a slight smile. "Don't worry, if you have anything to say that you don't want overheard just say it mentally, but do some verbal speaking in order for them to believe we are not having a purely mental conversation and hiding things from them." He said with a slight smile as he sat down in the chair behind his desk.

[Tessa]

Hearing his voice in her head Sage didn't move from the spot she as in. This meeting was not going to be fun or enjoyable she could already tell. Moving her hand down she brushed over the dirt that splattered on her jacket.

Depends on what you call "badly."

Black tears ran down her cheeks like scars for Xavier couldn't risk saving her from torture. He left one of his own and yes, a bitterness seeped into her soul. Watching walk in the woman didn't smile or show a pleasurable means of communication to the man. He did leave her and thus went through horrible telepathic pain. "Verbal is just fine," she answered.

"The government has destroyed the Hellfire club. You might want to open cells because Shaw and others will not do well not being in charge," she moved to sit down being more comfortable to sit with a old friend. Yes, she was upset with him but the Hellfire club was gone. That meant some peace but the SOL might do more damage as it were.

Moving a strand on black as ash hair she looked up with bluish purple eyes to meet his once more. Professor was a friend and it was her that was beside him facing off with the devil. No matter what the cost the bonded in unspoken brotherhood under the mist of battle.