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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Yes... Some kind of evolutionary virus.

I have gained considerable strength and endurance, and have become immune to the effects of radiation - which is rather handy, where I come from. I can no longer reproduce, and the others like me are not so... Articulate or civil - even among my own, I am an outsider.

I have been this way for...roughly a couple of centuries, so I would assume it is permanent.

Radiation is a worry where you come from? [His brows go up a little. It made him think of the war they'd just stopped not long ago, the nuclear war Shaw would have had, radiation would have changed the world. More than it already had.]

A couple centuries? My god... that's amazing. But if you cannot reproduce how will there be more like you? Or... does the virus still continue to change people even after all the centuries you've been around?

[Fawkes nods.] Some time before I was changed, there was a very short, but very fierce nuclear war. It's safe enough to wander about on the surface in general now, but there's still areas that are unsafe - for the humans, anyway.

The others, the savage ones, they... [His head hangs a bit, rather ashamed of the practice.] They capture humans from the wastes and expose them to the virus to increase our numbers.

[So it had been because of war. No matter how hard some tried it seemed war always managed to find a way. Eventually. A sad truth.]

So your kind is not harmed by radiation... what about illnesses? Are your immune systems capable of fending off things humans are still vulnerable to?

[And it is almost odd to see such a large intimidating mutant like Fawkes look ashamed. While his face is set in a rather gruesome expression for the most part he can still pull off such emotion, it's amazing really.]

It makes sense though... a race wanting to keep itself going, even if the means are cruel. But you said 'savage ones', so not all are as mild mannered as you?

[War. War never changes.]

I am...unsure. I would assume we are, as I cannot recall being sick in who knows how long. [He scratches his head a bit, trying to think.] Nor can I recall my kin complaining of an illness.

[The last question gets a shake of the head.] No, my temperament is an exception, making me an outcast among the others.

[Well that certainly was handy, it made then resilient to things that would otherwise kill off a smaller species. Though the whole not being able to reproduce thing could help with that.]

So poor temperament is a side effect of your kind I take it? As you've stated you seem very pleasant, I can only imagine how the others are.

[He'll frown a little.]

Though it must be difficult being outcast from your own kind... I take it most humans don't react kindly to you?

The... Transformation to this form is incredibly painful, and I believe that is what makes the others lose their civility. Somehow, I held onto mine.

[Fawkes nods.] You are rather correct. As my kin have made themselves known as violent and hostile, it is rare at home for a human to trust me, though I am thankful to have one to call a friend.

While it has brought you trouble regarding both your kin and humans, I think it is in the long run good that you still have it. I hope one day many will see past what you are now and take a chance in getting to know you.

[He was very nice, he was ashamed he'd reacted as he did when he'd first seen him to be honest.]

That's splendid! How has everyone taken to you here?

I am hopeful for that as well, though it will take a good deal of time.

The reception I have gotten here has been... A great deal more civil than those at home. I have not been attacked in my time here so far, so I am quite thankful for that.

Sadly so.

[He understood to a degree. Not nearly as much as poor Fawkes who couldn't hide what he was, but he understood.]

I'm glad to hear it. I think the situation certainly helps with how people react to others here.

An unfortunate circumstance, this situation...

[And speaking of unfortunate sitautions, he notes their location finally.] Do you require assistance somewhere?

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