04-13-2011, 09:23 PM
The assessments took no more than ten minutes each. Paul would take down the mutant's name and power and then talk to them about general things to put them at ease. It was the powers that would interest Apocalypse tho; he wanted his horsemen to have powers appropriate to their given name.
Autumn was called in; she entered the office and sat down. Paul asked her her name and power. "Autumn Rolfson," she replied, listlessly. "And I touch organic matter, and it withers. It's a curse, not a power."
Paul made soothing noises and tried not to jump as Apocalypse's voice came thru the hidden earbud transmitter in his ear, audible only to him.
"A perfect Famine. Don't tell her she's chosen now; we will announce the chosen one today at the end of the clinic session. We will spread the announcements over four days, so as to guard against suspicion and therefore brook interference."