Professor Charles Xavier (donttouchmyhair) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2011-07-07 02:40:00 |
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WHO: Charles Xavier and OPEN
WHAT: Charles is new to town the century.
WHEN: Afternoon, 7/6.
WHERE: A random sidewalk.
WARNINGS: Mild spoilers for X-Men: First Class. Some light cursing. (He can read people's minds folks.)
Charles Francis Xavier was rather used to odd occurrences, what with being a mutant and all. Plus being surrounded by other mutants. But honestly, what had apparently just happened to him was not something he had expected.
Charles had been mind linked with Erik, following his every move as he made his way through the wreckage of the submarine, searching for Shaw. He knew Erik had gotten close, it was obvious considering the void in his sight. He had even glimpsed Shaw through Erik's eyes for a moment there, watched as Erik made his way to the door he was seen through.
But the very instant that Erik had stepped through the door the link was severed. "No. No!" Charles said quickly, fingers pressing harder against his temple as though it would help reconnect him to his friend, the second word coming out a bit louder than he had intended. He had been so focused on trying to recover the link that at first he didn't even notice he was no longer standing in the Blackbird. His first clue that something had changed wasn't even what saw, instead it was what he heard. Voices, loads of them, far more than were on the beach, more than were even on the ships in the nearby waters, and he was having to scan through them quickly to try to find Erik's voice.
It shouldn't be this hard! he thought to himself. It was frustrating. Charles hadn't felt so helpless with his powers since he was a child, since before he had mastered them.
Finally it sank in that the voices he was hearing wasn't the ones he could have picked up on at the beach. He dropped his hand and turned his focus from the sounds in his head to the actual sounds -- and sights -- around him, and what Charles saw was nothing less than shocking.
This was anything but a beach. Clearly he was in a city somewhere, but where exactly he wasn't sure. The people were dressed a bit... odd. Nothing too strange, but at the same time it wasn't what he was used to. The cars were unlike any vehicles he had seen before. And, to get back to the people, what were those things that so many of them were holding to their ears? Small radios, perhaps? That was odd though, as everyone who had one seemed to be speaking to no one in particular at the same time.
There were too many unanswered questions swimming through his head, all seeming to clash together as he tried to sort them out. So, Charles did what any good telepath would do. He began trying to find some answers. Hand going back up to his temple, Charles began to pry into the minds of some of he individuals around him, just looking for surface thoughts. A great many of them were unhelpful information, of course. ('Oh my god, that dress is hideous!', 'I can't believe I'm going to be late again...', 'I want a burger,'</i> '-so hungover-', and so on.) But here and there he found little bits he could begin to piece together.
'University of Kansas won't be that bad. It's local so at least it won't be too exp-'
'-got a job at Lawrence City Hall. It's probably going to be bor-'
'-mmer school class of 2011. God, that's going to look like shit on my transc-'
Wait. What? The Kansas thing Charles could easily shrug off. After all, Azazel seemed quite proficient with teleportation, and he was popping around being a nuisance during the entire battle. But 2011? Time travel? While theoretically not impossible, it did seem rather implausible. So, he quickly scanned through other minds, pressing deeper if he had to. And they all said the same thing.
He was in the future.