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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You'll think me more silly when I tell you it was 1962 for me.

[2005 he can't even imagine it.]

[she stares blankly at him for a few seconds] WHOA! You're like really old but not!

[He can't help but chuckle at that. She sounded like Raven, which only brings a sad smile to his lips.]

So I'm told quite often.

Really? By who? Does Wolverine say it? Isn't he like really, really, really old but not really? How come you made the school? Oh! And promise me when you make it that you won't make me go there again, okay? But I'll come visit you sometimes maybe!

I-- ah Molly slow down. [He'll hold his hand up a little to hopefully signal her to stop talking. If not for a moment.]

My sist-- someone very special to me, she used to say I acted like an old man. If not call me old on occasion. And this Wolverine you keep mentioning, I did meet him once. But only for a brief moment. He wasn't very interested in anything I had to say.

[Go fuck yourselves, it was pretty clear he had no interest. What so ever.]

And the school will be started to help any mutants out there. A safe haven and place to learn how to control their powers, to harness them correctly and safely. And a place to be with others like them.

But I would never make you go, not unless I was sure you were in trouble otherwise.

[she quiets down and listens to him talk]

Wolverine is mean but he's really strong! But I'm soooo much stronger than he is! [she nods] Sometimes I get in trouble but I still don't wanna go. I am a superhero!

So far I will have to agree with you. You do seem very strong. [Very very strong. He couldn't fight her on that.]

A superhero? Is that right? It isn't frightening fighting bad guys is it? [How does one talk to children, he is totally using that tone of voice someone uses on kids, when they're curiously humoring them.]

[She hears the tone but she doesn't comment on it, people often use it because they don't know how to talk to her since shes young. She thinks it's kinda dumb since they can just talk normally to her but sometimes adults are dumb and don't think like that!]

Well lotsa times they leave me behind with Ge- Arsenic and Old Lace and Leapfrog but sometimes I get to go with them but it's not scary since I can't get hurt. I'm scared for my friends sometimes but they're strong too.

[Half the time he can't talk properly to people his own age, Molly. Don't feel too bad.]

You can't get hurt?

[A curious head tilt.]

Is that your power then, or are you not comfortable talking about it?

I don't mind talking about it! I can't remember the last time I got hurt! One time someone hit me over the head with a shovel and the shovel broke and I was fine.

Why would anyone hit you with a shovel-- [She seemed like a nice enough girl but well, if she did go around trying to be a superhero... he supposed it could happen.]

So you're incredibly strong and cannot be hurt, is there anything else?

We were stopping them from doing bad things? And I don't think so!

I guess that is a reason for hitting a young girl with a shovel. [He'll make a face. No, no there was never a reason for hitting a young girl. Or a child in any regard.]

Your mutation is very groovy, Molly. [Yep, he broke out the groovy.] It really is amazing to find out what powers others have. I've met so few of our kind, but felt so many. Remarkable.

So have you never felt any pain? Or did this manifest itself a little later in your life?

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