towerofanimus | Open; On-Going

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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So this guy was amused at his condition? Swell.

"I think I will just stay up here then." Besides, the company down there wasn't exactly pleasant as it was. So no loss. And honestly he's brought here and this place has no other alternative to stairs? Inconvenient to say the least.

He'd have to find a way around this.

Sorry man, but Ankh's never seen someone disabled before. It was pretty amusing.

"Oh? How are you going to survive up here? The only thing up here is bedrooms. The kitchen's on the first floor. Humans can't survive forever without food and water." AS if to make a point, he took another bite off his ice cream, swallowing it before continuing. "Or what if you get injured because of that chair of yours and need to get to a first aid kit?"

Terrible, Ankh. Terrible.

"..." Charles had started to wheel back, to find another way down, but then the man keeps talking and he'll stop, a frustrated sigh coming out of him.

"And how many floors are there?" Might as well ask, since he would have to find some way down them. It was good to know how much suffering he was going to have to do before he reached said food.

Ankh felt the urge to chuckle juuust a bit when the other man stopped, but he did his best not to let on, nonchalantly stepping up to finish his stair climb and take a few steps in the hallway.

"About fifteen I think; fourteen flights of stairs between you and the cafeteria."

Charles face falls.

"Terrible floor design." The telepath mutters, before looking at the other.

"I will manage some how, in the end. But thank you for your information." Charles tries to be civil, he really does, but he's thinking and hoping that he never has to deal with you again, Ankh. Because asking this man to help him down the stairs was not going to happen.

So he'll turn a bit and start to roll away, hoping the other is wrong and just playing with hi. That there is some way to get down else where. He just has to keep looking.

"Blame it on the idiots who built this place," He passively commented, apparently now finding his ice cream more interesting to look at.

"Hold on," Welp, looks like he's not done with you yet, Charles, "if you're going to thank me for my information, you could give me some in return." Ankh stepped forward a bit and grabbed the back of Charles' chair with his free hand to keep him from rolling away any further. "Can you look into other people's minds?"

And suddenly the other is stopping him from going any further. He looks back, trying not to look as frustrated as he felt with this man. When he asks the question though he does look some what surprised. He'd not made mention of it before, or acted like he'd felt any intrusion before, when Charles had lightly prodded the minds around him.

"... what sort of question is that, if I can ask another question in turn?"

When Charles looked back, Ankh'd just be finishing off his ice cream with another bite, pulling the rest of it off the stick. He didn't seem to be paying attention, but he could tell by that look of surprise he had hit something.

"One out of curiosity," he said simply, twirling the stick between his fingers a bit. "Maybe not look into, but interact at least. So, can you?"

And he's guarded, if only because this man had really given him little reason to trust him. Sure he'd told him a few things, but for the most part didn't seem overly friendly.

"I think whether I can or not I am better off not discussing it."

"Oh? Why's that?" Ankh asked, with a curious inflection. He looked at the popsicle stick for another moment or so before tossing it aside so it tapped lightly on the ground when it landed.

"You shouldn't worry so much. Just curious," he began again, looking around the hallway again before looking back at Charles. "If someone's in my mind, I have a right to know, hm?"

Ankh had him there. He'll stare hard at him, as if contemplating the right and wrong of not being truthful with him, before sighing and he'll look away.

"I can, but you have nothing to worry about. I won't go looking in your head unless you give me reason to." Or he'll do his best to make that be the truth. Abusing his powers was a habit he would need to focus on not doing so much any more.

At the confirmation, Ankh let out another 'tch.' Well this was another obstacle he definitely didn't want or need. "Good to know."

For a moment Ankh let go of the back of Charles' chair, only to grab onto it with his right hand instead, now transformed into what appeared to be a red armored glove with small wings on the forearm. He jerked the chair back towards the stairs, stepping down a few steps himself, but stopping the chair before it hit the first one. Although he let it lean ridiculously close while still maintaining a grip. "Be sure to keep out then; I don't really like the idea of someone prodding into my mind."

And that feeling he had about Ankh, should have listened to it. He'll grip tight at the arms of his chair as Ankh dragged his chair to the stairs. As he let him lean over the edge of them. This was not helping Ankh's position at all with him, but he'd take the threat to heart that was for sure.

Finding out later that they were roommates was going to thrill him to pieces.

"You have my word. I won't." Now please put him on solid ground? The fear in his voice is evident, he really doesn't want to fall down the stairs, he'd need help back up and he certainly didn't expect help from Ankh.

They would obviously go onto be the best of roommates after this marvelous first impression.

The fear was apparently exactly what he was looking for; Ankh let out a half-hearted chuckle and tipped Charles forward away from the stairs, letting go of the back of the man's chair and wringing his fingers as he stepped back up onto the floor proper. "Good. And make sure it stays that way."

Luckily for Charles, Ankh seemed to be done, so unless the telepath stopped him, Ankh would walk away down the hallway towards his room.

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