maskormenacelogs | Catchall for July

WHO: Charles Xavier, Charles!clone and You!
WHERE: A bit of everywhere.
WHEN: July
WHAT: Meetings, powers training, random encounters, clone-a-rama.
WARNINGS: TBA, Charles clone is likely to use telepathy without IC consent. Here is my telepathy permission post if you want to opt out of that.

MEET CHARLES

a. home, still at Nonah
Charles lives in Nonah, in individual housing with Erik, Jean and Wanda. It's a two story building but with no stairs at the front and no thresholds that would make it hard to navigate with a wheelchair. If he has invited you into his home, he'll be waiting with a pot of tea and a tin of cookies. But if you're a chance visitor, he will welcome you just as warmly.

He's gathering his bearings finally and actually made a home for himself in the bedroom that used to be his, claimed some space around the house by piles of books often forgotten onto the tables and good scotch in a reachable cupboard in the kitchen. He's no longer red as a lobster what was going on after the beach episode of Swear-ins and Erik finally convinced him to have a haircut. Gone is the mullet and back is the 60's floppy hair-do. You might even catch him wearing a t-shirt, maybe with an X-men logo on it or a silly slogan, he got a few of those from Fanport.

Let's have a cup of tea or a game of chess, or just good conversation.

b. powers training at the danger room / Maria-Francis Foundation
The Maria-Francis Foundation building resides in ~~Nonah~~ De Chima. In the basement there is a wide space that Erik has been working with all month to get up and running as a powers training centre. The building is modern and tall, and Charles has taken a habit of waiting the people he's made appointments with at the front lobby.

He's excited to get the actual training started, get those hours in and grind some practice into people who have contacted him.

If you're not here for powers training, you can find him in the office, going through the Foundation's paperwork. You're damn right he's snooping on his own business. What of it?

c. interview, wherever seems convenient
Perhaps you're meeting him in a cafe or a park, he'll even agree to go the beach if that's convenient for you. What he's interested in is learning about what you have to say after all. Charles is very curious about what has aspired in this world before his time and how to put the details together into a cohesive picture in his mind.

He's quick to greet you with a smile and a warm handshake. Please, sit down. Would you like a cup of tea or coffee first? Do you mind if he makes some quick notes while you're discussing?

d. wildcard
Would you like something else? Perhaps run into him in the library or find him feeding pigeons one fine morning in the park? Maybe he was supposed to come to you? Are you having a dinner out? Are you one of the people he keeps an eye on and something is going awfully wrong? He would find a way to contact you. Throw me a bone, I'll run with it.

MEET THE CLONE

e. random encounter
Charles, the clone, looks and sounds exactly like the original but he doesn't have the stylish wheelchair with big X-symbols on the wheels. A big giveaway? Maybe not. His flippant attitude is probably the big neon sign that you weren't expecting. Wherever you meet - cafe, library, school, even the Foundation building - he's going to greet you with a sunny smile and a warm handshake, introduce himself if necessary and especially if you're a pretty brunette, he will flirt playfully while falling short with playing the caring and concerned game that Charles excels at.

He's going to be a little bit impatient, unlikely to avoid using his gifts even if you ask him to and multitasking to the max. Good luck catching all of his attention at any given time. But he's new to his powers, and easily overwhelmed.

f. for those he's interacted with before
As time goes by, he will start targeting Charles' friends and family. He'll find them at their work places or stage a random meeting elsewhere. Once or twice he'll even wander into the house in Nonah. You might find him at the kitchen having a cup of tea and leafing a genetics book, or perhaps wandering around, looking at pictures and fingering everything with curiosity. Or rolling into your workplace with a sunny smile and a suggestion to grab an early lunch.

g. wildcard
Something else you had in your mind? I'm an open book, come at me, bruh!

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He flashed her a smile, almost a little shy in its delivery. "It took me almost three decades to find mine. I have absolutely no doubt in my mind that you will find yours as well."

There was a comfortable looking armchair sitting in a corner of the Danger room. Charles urged her to follow with a wave of his face. "Please, do sit. I would offer you tea but I'm afraid I haven't thought about bringing refreshments down here yet."

He regarded her curiously and then smiled again, warmly. "I suppose we'll start by talking about your abilities and what you wish to have help with. I believe you mentioned wings, an armour and something called a Siren's song. Have you been able to activate last two?"

"I suppose I could practice a little patience while trying to figure it out." Sansa decided with a little nod, smiling back again while she followed him towards the corner of the room.

Claiming one of the chairs, she sat across from him while smoothing her hands over her lap and crossing her ankles. Then she was clasping her hands together, resting arms lightly against the edge of the table while giving a gracious shake of her head. "It's okay, I'm not really thirsty at the moment."

She paused briefly at the question before answering. "Not yet. I have a theory that the armor hadn't appeared because I haven't needed it to but I'm not sure about the other one or why it hasn't come out. Truthfully, I'm relieved since I am probably worried about it more than the other two."

Charles locked his chair in place opposing her. He leaned his elbow onto the armrest and his chin to his palm, looking at her with a small smile.

"Patience or self-study. You seem like an intelligent young lady, I'm sure you will get there eventually."

He nodded at her description of her powers and her reservations about them. "It's understandable. It sounds a little daunting. Let me just tell you that this is a safe space for you to try anything out if you like. I will not hold anything against you. I know perfectly well that it is hard to make these things happen and sometimes there will be moments when you can't control your new skills at all.

"I would like you to trust me, hopefully, eventually. Which comes with the understanding that I know you didn't ask these powers and you are just learning to control them."

Sansa seemed relieved that he understood her reservations about her powers but also why she was intrigued by them. Especially since there had been plenty of times in the past when she had wished for more power than she had and the ability to protect herself from those who could or would hurt her. Knowing what she faced in the future made those desires stronger.

Hearing him promise that he wouldn't hold it against her if she made a mistake or if she had a moment she couldn't control her powers actually helped Sansa to breathe easier. She could feel the tight feeling in her chest loosen a little, causing her shoulders to relax just a fraction more though she still sat with good posture like she had been taught to do.

"There was a moment when I thought about ignoring them but I decided doing so would be ignorant of me to do. Also, I have seen the good that people can do here with the powers they have. I can't lie, I am interested in seeing if I can do the same for people once I learn how to control my powers. If you could help me with that, I would be eternally grateful and do whatever I can to help you in return with anything you need."

Hearing her talk and seeing how she was relaxing made Charles quite happy. This was exactly why he was in the profession he was in. She practically embodied his reason to work and act as he did. The relief she felt for the easy acceptance Charles dished out with a generous hand, the reason why she wanted to learn.

"Sweetheart," he said with a small shake of a head. "I need absolutely nothing. What you just said is reason enough for me to help you with everything I have."

He leaned forward a little, smiling playfully. "Have you tried singing?" It seemed like an obvious thing if a power was called the Siren's Song. But perhaps she had been too worried, too nervous. These things needed time and space.

Even as he told her that he didn't need anything in return for the help he was offering her, Sansa would still try to repay him at some point in the future. It was in her nature to do so, especially given everything that she had faced over the last few years.

Focusing on his next question, she looked almost sheepish while shaking her head because actually trying to sing was the one thing she hadn't done yet. "No, not yet. I didn't want to try it unless it worked and I had no way to stop it."

She wouldn't have known what to do with anyone that she might have entranced if the ability didn't end just on its own.

Of course she would. But that was how these things worked. They would help each other.

So, she hadn't really even tried to activate her power before. Not really because she was afraid that it might actually work.

Charles gave her a reassuring little smile. "You can try it on me. I won't resist and we'll see if it works. How does that sound? I'll separate a part of my mind behind my shields so I can regain control if I need to. We can also see if you can turn it off like that.

"Are you sure?" Sansa asked when he suggested that she try her power on him. Logically, it made sense considering he had experience with these sort of things but that didn't really make her worry any less for the moment.

Still, he seemed rather confident in asking her to do it and so she nodded while going through the different songs that she knew. When she did sing, it was a lullaby that Old Nan had sung to all the Stark children when they were little. Not that her voice had been all that pleasant but Sansa's was soft and soothing as she recalled the words. She tried to imagine her power working at the same time, her eyes drifting half closed as the song eventually started to take on a new pleasing and compelling note as she continued.

"Yes, I am," Charles said calmly, trying to give her as much confidence as possible to try out her new powers.

He did as he had promised, separating part of himself behind similar shields he used for Jean a while back. Leaving just enough of himself behind there so he could take over if the situation would escalate.

She had a sweet voice, and Charles definitely didn't mind listening to her, enjoying the calming quality of the song combined with her voice. The compulsion was so subtle and weak at first that he didn't even notice, just kept smiling at her an adoring little smile crawling over his lips.

A few notes later he was blinking and marvelling his own urge to please her in any way she would see fit. "Yes, it's definitely working," he said with a weak chuckle. "I would like to dedicate myself onto your service." Part of him actually seemed to hope that she would take that as a suggestion.

Catchall for July

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wave of his face....

it was a very nice wave tho

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