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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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.

The angel sensed Charles' confusion, nodding. "I am currently looking into that. There are still many things we don't know about the tower."

"So it seems." A sigh. He had a feeling he'd be doing that frequently here.

"I will have to do my own research it seems, the more the merrier for this I would think. Do we know who has been here the longest? Perhaps they would know more than us."

"I have been here since the beginning, when the tower only had a few levels," Castiel said. "My angelic abilities are only limited to the inside of the tower; I cannot use my powers to break the walls. Explosives do not work either, and there is no visible exit."

"... do you think there is anything outside of the tower?" More a question who's answer depends on if you believe the whole worlds being destroyed thing.

Which he was still not really sure of.

The angel shook his head, looking away. "I cannot say, for I have yet to go out of the tower."

"And I assume no one has then..." He ponders this more than asks. "One has to wonder what could be outside the tower. If our world is "gone" then that would mean we are else where. Another world, in theory."

The idea was actually interesting to ponder, but he'll do that another time.

"Hn."

The possibility of another world is undeniable, and Castiel took the moment to muse over it.

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