towerofanimus | Open; On-Going

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Characters: Charles Xavier and everyone ever?
Setting: Dorm level 2, around the halls.
Format: Prose, but I'll match brackets as well if anyone prefers it!
Summary: Charles has just woken up not too long ago and is confused and trying to figure things out. Stairs. Stairs defeat him.
Warnings: PG for confused telepath.

Today was not Charles Xavier's day.

While he slept it seemed that seemingly the world had ended as he knew it and everyone he knew and loved, or didn't know or love, were gone. All gone. But he was alive and should be happy. Or so that seemed to be the message of this place. Along with a uncomfortable collar and no other explanation given beyond the note he'd found. Waking up hadn't been pleasant either. Not being able to move all of his body beyond his eyes was frightening. He'd only just started to get used to not feeling his legs, or being able to move them, and then this. After several very panic stricken moments of dealing with that and finally being able to move Charles noted his wheelchair beside the bed he was in and dragged himself into it, getting settled.

And then cue finding the note. And dread settled deep into his stomach, dread and sadness and confusion. And disbelief. This was a horrible messed up nightmare, and he wanted to wake up. Needless to say he even pinched himself, wincing at the pain as he felt it. Oh he felt it just fine. And it frightened him all the more, but he's trying to keep calm. At least on the outside. Poking around the room, which seemed to be made to accommodate three others besides himself, he finds the chest with some of his belongs in them, and basic things, along with some of his thesis? A confusing bunch of things really. He'll roll out into the hallway of the dormitories wanting to find someone, anyone else. To make sense of everything.

He'll try reaching out to those around him, gentle brushes of their minds if he can, to get a sense of how many were nearby. Though it only backfires and he'll wince in pain as he runs into some interference. Better not do that again, at least for now. So he'll roll along, before rolling into something that he's yet to beat in combat. Stairs. Frustrating. And he'll try to find another way down before running into more stairs. So he'll sit there at the top of them, staring in frustration at them, confused and some what angry at this entire situation.

This day could not get any worse. He hoped.

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He's so focused on how to get down the stairs that he doesn't realize there is someone behind him until they speak. Startled, Charles looks back, trying to stifle the jolt of shock that had run through him.

"Ah," Wings? Charles will gawk for a moment before realizing he'd been asked a question, "I'm sorry I... just woke up, arrived... I'm trying to get my barrings." He sounds a bit confused if not lost at everything going on right now. Was this man a mutant as well?

"I apologize for the intrusion at any rate." And he'll turn his chair a little, so he can look at the other man a bit easier. Craning his head back to look at him was starting to hurt his neck.

"... do you know what is going on here exactly?"

"No one knows," Castiel replied, ignoring the shocked look on the other's face. "We are being kept here because our world is destroyed, but I don't believe that it's true."

The angel continued staring curiously at him, head tilted slightly as he repeated his question. "Were you the one who touched my mind?"

And he'll just take in that bit of information, which confirms the letter while denying it's truthfulness at the same time.

"Would it be in poor taste if I did?" Touch his mind that is.

This human being in the wheelchair is psychic, at least, that's what Castiel gets from the mind-touch. Having been cut off from his brethren, another presence in his mind, even if it's from a psychic human, is welcoming, as long as he didn't request to see the angel's true form.

"No." Then, after an awkward pause, "I am Castiel."

"I meant no real intrusion at any rate, that I can assure you." He'll assure, Castiel. He's relieved that the other is so pleasant, and seems rather friendly. He'll offer his hand in greeting.

"Charles Xaiver." And he ponder his words previously before asking, "And you mentioned you don't believe that our world was destroyed, is there a reason for that? Beyond this being a rather strange situation to wake up in as is?" Charles didn't fully believe it himself, he wanted proof, but still, even the idea that it might be true made his stomach turn.

Looking down at the offered hand, Castiel took a moment before he grasped Charles' hand in both his own. "There is no intrusion."

Letting go, the angel continued on. "The Apocalypse. It will be stopped."

Both hands hm? It was more than he expected for a greeting, but it was nice.

"The what-?" Now that was definitely a strange turn of conversation. Castiel seemed serious too, which made Charles have to ask about it of course.

"I didn't realize there was one on the way. So while you're sure that our world is still intact, you are certain there is an Apocalypse coming?" Splendid.

"Lilith is breaking the Seals to release Lucifer from Hell," the angel explained, all seriousness etched into his very being. "My brother must be stopped."

"Lucifer... so then you're saying your an angel?" Not a mutant? It was getting difficult to tell honestly. He learned something new every day, if not every second here.

"Yes. I am an angel of the Lord. Though I will dissuade you from requesting to look upon my true form."

"Curiosity or not, I can respect that." Charles will nod, but telling someone not to ask to see that just makes them want to see it more, Castiel. Shame on you.

"... so then... is Heaven some sort of realm not of Earth? Why would these saviors of ours in this place bring you here? If there is any truth to my question that is."

Castiel tilted his head just slightly, staring down into blue eyes with his own bright ones. "Heaven is a part of the universe. I don't know why they took me here."

"How odd... there must be some reason then. If there technically is no Earth anymore, perhaps they figured you would be useful here." Charles tries to bring sense into all of this. It's a nice try, Charles.

"That is if the note has an ounce of truth to it, and as you've stated it is difficult to take it at face value." Hm. And he'll tap on his own collar, looking at Castiel's.

"Though collaring us like animals certainly doesn't help their case."

"I have investigated, but as of now I don't know why they brought us here." Castiel doesn't break the eye contact, never blinking. "Not only humans were brought here; other manners of lifeforms such as trolls and nations are in this tower."

And Charles will give the angel an incredulous look. Never mind that he's speaking with an angel so he should be able to suspend his belief for whatever he's told right now, but...

"Trolls and nations? What do you mean by 'nations' exactly?"

"Nations. They are essentially the living embodiments of the country they represent," the angel explains, his features impassive. He recalls the various encounters he had with the nations. "They have a certain aspect to them which I can detect, however faint it is."

"How is that even--" Possible. But then again here they were with Earth supposedly gone and he was talking to an angel. He'll shake his head a little.

"Aspect?"

Charles shouldn't have to worry; Castiel doesn't quite understand how the nations function either, but he has accepted them as creations of his Father.

"The nations have a presence around them. It is... difficult to explain."

"Perhaps I will understand if I meet one." They may feel different, with his powers that is. He can only guess for now.

"But they look and act like normal people? Do they have names?" Do they try to hide from normal people? So many questions.

"They look like normal humans, but they use the names of the country they represent."

Of course, Charles may try to look into Castiel's mind to see if he's bluffing.

He'll believe him, Castiel does seem rather reliable and honest so far.

"That is keeping it simple. Are there many of them here? If so I think my chances of meeting one will increase greatly."

Castiel nods, the only other movement from his normally stoic facade.

"There are many here, of which many of them I've met are female. Vietnam, Canada, Prussia, to name a few that I have met."

"Amazing..." It was strange to think of meeting a 'nation' and harder to believe at all, but well. He'd have to suspend his disbelief while he was here for a bit. Until he got used to things.

"I do hate to keep you occupied with questions, but what can you tell me of this place? What places should I know of?"

"This tower, it takes people from different worlds and dimensions." That Charles should know, since Castiel already informed of that earlier. "We are kept collared, for reasons unknown. There are many floors, most of them a danger to the others here."

"Why ever would they make the tower dangerous to us if they mean to keep us safe here? Or that would be my understanding, since they rescued us." That just confused him. More than it should. But what sense was that to rescue them only to put them some place made dangerous, on purpose.

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... I can't brain angel forsomereason ;;

/pat pat it's okay sometimes I can't brain telepath

I'd take rambling over social awkwardness anytime.

Oh our muses.

...which makes me itch for a body/personality switch event. XD

It would be amusing ;3

very amusing

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