"That's quite alright, I don't mind." Eric replied cheerfully, "I just like being higher up. There's a school staying on that floor? Hmm, how long are they going to be there, I hope they aren't too noisy"

"Oh no." She re-ensured, " The Cranwoode Academy has been coming to our hotel for the last couple of years. They're quite a lively bunch but after about 11 they seem to quiet down. They're here for the next couple of days. Now Mr. Eisenhardt, how long will you be staying with us and may I have your credit card please."

Eric already had several credit cards and alternate identities set up, so taking on this persona was no problem at all. He handed over his credit card, "Sounds perfect. Just a few days myself."

After a few mins, she handed him back his credit card and a small bundle of information and his swipe key for the room. "Our breakfast buffet opens at 6:30am and our bar is open till 2am. I hope you enjoy your stay with us, Sir."

"Thank you very much" Eric waved as he went on his way to his room.

Eric got no clues that night, several of the students wandered the halls but at about 11pm, Miss Ambrose went around and told them lights out.
*

"Ah <3." She sighed, drinking her morning tea. There was nothing like a nice cup of tea in the morning in the dinning hall. And it was still rather early so not many people were in there.

Eric had always had the habit of rising early and he decidedly had gone to check out the breakfast. If he was going to pay for the place, he was definitely going to have some of the food.

Miss Ambrose sipped on her tea in the corner of the dining hall, her hair was braided into a long ponytail that most likely went to her hips.

She almost chocked on her tea when she saw him and tried hid behind the drink menu. Maybe he didn't see her. If she waited till he got the end of the buffet maybe she could sneak out.

Eric only got about halfway through the buffet before he had what he wanted from it, and he sat right next to the exit to eat.

'NOOOO! Oh cruel fate!' She thought to herself. This was truly a nightmare. She had to be dreaming. Who the hell was this guy? And why was he following her? And why did he want to meet Ceres?

She sighed, keeping her head down as she hurried to finish off her meal before he noticed her.

Eric enjoyed his meal, but the teacher was never going to be able to sneak by without him noticing, "Oh, hello there"

Miss Ambrose froze, "Oh, hello again." She smiled awkwardly, "We seem to keep bumping into one another."

"That we do, how odd" he replied, "did your cat make it back to you alright?"

She tilted her head oddly at him, raising an eyebrow, "My cat? Why would I bring a cat on a school field trip?"

"Oh, I must have been mistaken" he shrugged, "have a nice day"

"Oh, not a problem. Yes. Have a good day."

Eric enjoyed the rest of his breakfast

It seemed everywhere Miss Ambrose went, this man seemed to follow. Part of the time she didn't notice him but others, she'd get a quick glance of him. She'd managed to lose him a couple times to fight monsters, creating illusions for him to follow.

It was on the elevator up to the 12th floor with the gentlman, who happened to hop on there with her. That she'd had enough. It was their last night there and they'd be leaving in the morning.

She pushed the emergency stop button and turned, hands on her hips, "WHY have you been following me? And if I don't like the answer I'm calling the police on you for stalking."

"Hm?" Eric looked over at her, "Very well then, for once I suppose the police could be a nuisance for me" he frowned at the thought before turning to face her straight, "Your students, some of them are mutants and some are not-yet they seem to get along as though there is no difference between them. I want to learn more, so who better to observe than their teacher? You set the precipitant for their attitude towards each other-and yet you are something else entirely, aren't you?" he crossed his arms, looking her over, "I know mutant ability when I see it and what you do is not a mutation."

She pushed her glasses up on her face, "Of course they get along. It's one of Cranwood Academy's code of conduct. To never discriminate against another person based on their race, religion, sex, sexuality, or mutation. We may have just opened 5 years ago but we're very proud of our students..."

She felt a shiver got up her spine. This gentleman was a wee bit taller than her. "I'm afraid I'm not sure what you're referring to."

"Why is it that I haven't heard of cranwood academy?" Eric questioned, at least his curiosity seemed genuine.

"...Have you been to Canada in the last 5 years?"

He opened his mouth to respond, then it occurred to him, he had been on an island for the past number of years, and there was a fair amount of time that they were definitely not receiving much news from around the world. Canada especially would have been of little concern. "hm... I have been out of the loop, haven't I?" he turned away, actually seeming rather concerned about this. What else had changed? Perhaps if there were more places like this academy...
Something sparked within the old man, something he had not felt for mankind in nearly his entire life.
Hope.

((D'aww))

"How about we start over?" She seemed to smile a bit. It seemed he was only interested in the school and it's 'odd' rules. "My name is Miss Ambrose." She held out her hand.

"Hm?" he looked back at her, then smiled again and took her hand elegantly, "Maximilian Eisenhardt, a pleasure to meet you" he kissed her hand.