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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Excuse me?

[That hadn't been the reply he'd expected.]

Body movement and eye contact. Nice try, but I've been around the block more than a few times to pick up on liars.

[He'll regard Prussia carefully.]

... and if I did?

[He's not admitting he is, just asking a question in turn.]

[Prussia will just smirk and tap his forehead with a finger.]

No repricussions, just I wouldn't suggest it. I have nearly 3000 years of memories up here. Might make you go a little... insane.

You sound as if you've encountered this before.

First time I was here there was a guy who tried, dunno what happened to him he vanished. But it wasn't pretty when he tried. He wanted to know about the second world war from my position.

I was only in your mind for a few seconds, trying to find any information regarding where I was, what was going on... the rush of memories wasn't expected and quite amazing really.

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.]

Yeah, I haven't been here that long, a few weeks at most, maybe a month or two? Won't find about this place in here, maybe the battle of Waterloo and the world wars but not much about here.

But it's an interesting talent you have there. How long have you been able to do that?

So I'm starting to realize. Most thoughts I seemed to come across were just as confused or lost as myself, if providing little than what I already knew.

[Which wasn't much, but hey. It was something.]

Since I was a child. It's useful, though easy to become too reliant on.

Yeah, no one here knows what's going on. I've seen everyone from humans to nations to trolls, and I think there's a talking polar bear here that belongs to Canada.

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.

A talking polar bear? I should expect everything and anything so it seems.

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.

Yeah the polar bear belongs to one of the other nations, Canada.

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.

Do any of the others have quirky talking pets as well?

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?

No, I think Canada's bear is the only one. Some of us have pets but they don't really talk.

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.

Don't really talk? There is a difference between not talking and not really talking you know.

[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?

They're more animalistic than Canada's bear. Mostly in the fact that they don't talk at all but understand when someone is talking to them.

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.

None of them will attack people will they?

[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.

No, the bears too damn lazy, he'd probably just as you for food then ask for you to carry him around. He's harmless just fat.

Only reason I walk them is because the cafeteria is on the bottom floor and even nations need to eat, curse of looking human.

Well, if it can fit up on my chair with me I'd be more than willing to give it a ride.

[Slightly amused by this. Bonding time with fat bear y/y?]

I would think that having to deal with certain aspects of humanity would make you understand your people better though, yes?

He's only about the size of a cub and wanders away from Canada often so you'll probably find him sooner than later. Most people find him cute, I think he's just a pain in the ass for making Matt worry all the damn time.

[Find a fat little polar bear, it'd be adorable]

In ways, as nations we live so long enough we understand humans more than anyone. The only downside is the near immortality. [He'll scoff at that, don't worry it's just a sore spot for him, being dissolved and all that jazz] Get to watch humans you actually like grow old and die and you don't look a day over twenty even though it's been nearly a hundred years.

[Prussia will stop and think for a moment, red eyes fixed on a far off point behind Charles for a moment.]

For us, we understand what it is to be human and inhuman at the same time, and living masquerading as humans. Can't let word get out to our people about us, I can't imagine the shit that would go down.

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