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towerofanimus2011-09-05 12:16 pm
groovy_mutation) wrote in towerofanimus2011-09-05 12:16 pm
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.
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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[Though he sounds unsure of that. Either way he'll take his hand and shake it in greeting.]
Though if you don't mind me saying, Prussia is quite the name.
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[He smirks about the comment about his name as a country. He's getting accustomed to people who don't know about the nations.]
My human name is Gilbert, but as formality it's The Kingdom of Prussia. I take it you've never heard of the physical manifestation of nations as beings before?
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I'm sorry? Physical manifestation of nations?
[Excuse his incredulous look at hearing this.]
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Never heard of anything like that before?
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[Charles will mutter out loud, blinking in surprise, still trying to take this information in. He wasn't sure if he believed it, much like this situation in general. But from what he had barely glimpsed in Prussia's mind well...]
No. No I can't say I have, walking talking nations aren't exactly the norm where I come from, chap.
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They might be, we tend to keep to ourselves and deal directly behind the scenes in government. So there might be some in your world, you never know. But I have a question, were you the one that poked my mind?
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Poked in your mind?
[He'll play dumb for the moment.]
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You're shit for lying.
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[That hadn't been the reply he'd expected.]
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... and if I did?
[He's not admitting he is, just asking a question in turn.]
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No repricussions, just I wouldn't suggest it. I have nearly 3000 years of memories up here. Might make you go a little... insane.
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Though I'll keep your warning in mind, and I'm not one for poking around typically unless I have a viable reason to. [No sense in denying it now, Prussia wasn't an idiot obviously.]
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But it's an interesting talent you have there. How long have you been able to do that?
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[Which wasn't much, but hey. It was something.]
Since I was a child. It's useful, though easy to become too reliant on.
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That's a damn awesome talent to have, as long as you're not in my head I don't have a problem with you. So, uh, you need help or something? Kind of a shitty place to be stuck in a wheelchair.
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I think it's fair enough to stay out of your head as asked. And help would be appreciated, I can't really go any where it seems, not until I master not falling down the stairs in this. Then again I'm not exactly looking forward to trying it on my own any time soon.
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Well I could probably lift you, you're not that big. But I can't say I blame you for not wanting to fall, I got stuck in a Katamari and that sucked.
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Lift me? Chair and all? I mean I appreciate the offer to carry just me, if that is what you meant, but ah-- [That would just be a bit too awkward for him.]
Katamari?
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As for lifting you and the chair I might be able to but I'm not going to risk it with how steep the stairs are. Dangerous enough for someone who can walk, as for a Katamari it's a japanese term for a giant ball of people that usually ends up at the bottom of a staircase.
One happened the other week, it wasn't... fun.
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[And he really is fine with Prussia not picking him and the chair up. He'd rather they didn't topple down the stairs.]
... the fact that there is a term for that should be strange enough. Does that happen so often they really needed a word for it? [Because... come on now. Really?]
I take it you were involved?
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But yeah, the term is concerning in itself especially seeing as it must be common in japan for it to happen so often.
[But Prussia shook his head]
More of an innocent bystander that was in the wrong place at the wrong time. If you see the trolls here you'll know what I mean by 'landed on a several sets of horns.' Probably still have the bruises.
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[Because he'd rather not be attacked by wild animals okay.]
I'm surprised you would come near a set of stairs after that debacle.
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