|Donald Blake (ex_stopmjoln231) wrote in age_of_miracles,|
@ 2007-12-19 03:29:00
|Entry tags:||brave new world, professor x, thor|
Who: Donald Blake and Charles Xavier.
What: Donald doesn’t think Charles is doing very much, and is beginning to suspect why. He is going to get angry with the old wheelie, but...well, it doesn’t go to plan. Because, obviously, Charles is far more prepared than Thor realises.
Where: Xavier’s office, the Institute.
When: December 15th, 2007. Some time in the morning. I'm backdating it a little, because it DID happen at some point in the recent past, but I think it was supposed to take place AGES ago, and I just suck like a whore with debts.
It had been a fitful night for Don Blake; some of it spent tossing and turning in a pointless attempt to sleep, and far more of it spent sitting on the floor, going over far too many plans and points of correspondence than he cared to admit. He couldn’t trust the X-Men, much as he might like to -- oh, they could make their plans, and do the job, and whatever else it was that they wanted to do, but he wouldn’t be included and couldn’t rely on them to actually finish everything that needed to be finished. So there he had sat, absorbed in his own myriad contingencies and making his own preparations.
The following morning --this morning-- Thor had taken all of ten minutes to eat his breakfast, before striding off over the grounds towards the house. The night before had been spent deep in thought, and he’d come to a few conclusions: conclusions that needed to be shared with Xavier. The dear professor was stalling, forever stalling...it was just a part of his nature, but Donald didn’t need it getting in the way. If he’d had it his way, the old man would have just been locked away in a dark cupboard until it was all over, and then wheeled back out once he couldn’t cloud the matter any further, but there was all sorts of problems with THAT little scenario.
He made his way through the school, pausing only once or twice to let people through the narrower corridors, before knocking loudly on the door to Xavier’s office. He couldn’t help himself from wondering, even as he knew Charles would be ‘looking’ through the door to see who it was, why it always had to come to this. Donald wasn’t even working for the government anymore, and he still felt like he had to play the bossy great-aunt around the Institute.