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Post by Ariel on Jul 8, 2018 16:47:30 GMT -8
"We get Erik out," "We may also need to recruit."
After hearing Charle's approval to trust Maeve, Peter nodded as a plan of action was taking place and being conducted by the professor. Peter knew this was it and that everything was coming together. They had broken Erik out once, there was no doubt in Peter's mind that they could do it again. However this time was different as Peters motive had changed since he last assisted in Magneto's escape from the Pentagon. Charles went on to speak words with Maeve, however Peter was having an inward chuckle as he was simply beside himself. Clearly coming to the mansion about Erik was more than just a good idea. Some sort of force seemed to be on his side, and puzzle pieces were coming together. And soon he would face the man partially responsible for his existence.
"I might know a guy. His entire skeletal system is covered in adamantium, compliments of Trask, including claws that can cut through anything. He escaped from one of the compounds and might like the idea of a bit of vengeance. The only problem is, I don't know where he is or how to find him."
Claws, now that sounds like a familiar sight...Peter thought to himself, as he had met someone similar to her description before. She couldn't possibly be talking about...
"...Your boobs need to stop staring at me because it is making me uncomfortable. Lastly, do you think if Rogue touched me she would become RoguePool?"
Once again, Deadpool overstepped his boundaries with his tongue which seemed to send Maeve off into a sudden frenzy of anger. Peter didn't blame her, as she certainly wasn't there first to be offended by his outrageous antics. However Peter immediately saw right where this path Maeve was on was leading to, and it wasn't pretty. The moment Maeve's fingers grasped onto the scissors, Peter's feet lifted from the ground as he zipped over in between her and Deadpool within seconds of her impaling his head. "Alright sister, let's get a handle on things before someone gets killed," Peter pryed the sharp object from the angry french woman's hand before placing it back down on the desk. "As for recruitment, you can count me in. Breaking Magneto out of confined spaces with high security is kind of my thing. Plus me and the dude got some unfinished business. Now that being said, Wolverine seems to be a good candidate as well," Peter turned his head to Charles, "Any ideas on where we might find him?"
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jul 8, 2018 21:01:55 GMT -8
A disapproving frown came over Charles' face. He may have been a playboy most of his life but he'd always respected women. Maeve was already in motion, taking action and standing up for herself before Charles had the chance to chivalrously step in to defend her. She swept passed him and on her way back, he'd caught the glint off the metal of the scissors in her hands but again, before he could say anything, Peter had taken care of it.
"Wolverine seems to be a good candidate as well," "Any ideas on where we might find him?"
Charles was of the same mind. Only, he reminded himself, the Wolverine they knew wasn't here anymore. Everything he'd done while his future self had occupied his mind and body had turned to lost time when the link was stopped. "He won't know us," he reminded Peter. "And he might not be the same person now as he'll be in a few decades."
At Maeve's puzzled look over an undoubtedly odd comment to the ears of someone who hadn't been a part of what had happened, Charles pushed on. "But I have a feeling we can trust him... that is if we can convince him to help." Charles began to maneuver his wheelchair toward the door. "We'll worry about finding him first."
***Charles, Maeve, Peter, and Deadpool exit to Cerebro***
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Sept 29, 2018 18:23:39 GMT -8
A little over an hour after locating Logan with Cerebro and Maeve's teleported trip to Kenya to recruit Logan
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Oct 14, 2018 18:17:25 GMT -8
Thursday, the day Charles and his crew meet Maeve and agree to help free Erik has come to an end.
Friday morning and afternoon pass and it is now around the time a normal work day ends.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Dec 3, 2018 19:32:19 GMT -8
*** Jean and Maeve enter from the X-Mansion Foyer ***
"Good afternoon, Professor," she greeted. "Our friend from DC has arrived. I thought you'd want to see her." Jean took a subtle step back, unsure if she was invited to this conversation or not. It felt a bit like the adults were talking now, and she would be told later what she needed to know.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Dec 9, 2018 14:44:43 GMT -8
"Anyway, we need another optimist around here. It's a pretty lonely job for Hank."
Maeve followed Jean's statement as she stepped from the Foyer into the office. It'd been a long time since anyone had accused her of being an optimist. In truth, she was constantly reminding herself to keep a tight grip on that last thread of hope. It was the only thing holding her together.
The door had opened and Maeve watched expectantly for the person holding the knob on the other side of the door, but there wasn't anybody.
"He was expecting you, he does that."
Jean had explained as if reading her thoughts. "That'll take some getting used to," Maeve said with a smirk as she followed Jean in.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Dec 9, 2018 14:45:23 GMT -8
Charles respected the private thoughts of others and didn't pry unless he felt a person was a potential threat or if a student seemed particularly troubled and needed a bit of encouragement to talk it out so that the problem would stop eating at them. It was an ingrained habit, like for many in a position of leadership, to read the room in order to best proceed in any situation. For most, that meant taking in the body language, eyes, and expressions set out by each person but for Charles, it was a light, mental surface scan.
"Good afternoon, Professor," "Our friend from DC has arrived. I thought you'd want to see her."
Jean was first through the door and her surface read the usual; uncertainty in herself and fear for the great power buried within her but concerning herself more for the people around her despite it. Charles understood that fear and was loathe to admit that it scared him as well.
Maeve followed closely behind and stepped into the room. "Welcome back," he greeted, wheeling himself from around his desk as he proceeded his automatic scan of their guest and like her previous visit, heightened his read to cross the distance of where her actual self was. Charles came to a stop when he was hit full force with the heavy emotional burden of someone who'd lost everyone. The pain and utter loneliness of not a sole left to help unload the grief bubbling and ready to burst below the surface. His eyes widened in surprise, not only at the intensity of what she kept buried beneath her cool surface but for having pried far too deep. He immediately pulled his mind away and took in her stricken expression, knowing that his action had been akin to applying pressure to a bruise. With a hammer. Charles mentally berated himself. A sloppy mistake with hurtful consequences. If he'd not been distracted and had taken a moment, he could have easily picked up on the fact that this was the real Maeve.
"I'm terribly sorry. I didn't realize--you're actually here," he said in apology, hurrying the rest of the way to where she stood stone still. Charles took her hands in his and used his gift to calm her back to the mental state she'd been in when entering. Any more or any less would be misusing his gift, particularly without the consent of the other person. He could see and feel Maeve relaxing back to her original self.
"Why don't we get started. The others will join us shortly." Charles' eyes flicked to Jean. There was a momentary pained look, an unfortunate teachable moment that conveyed that even he made mistakes when it came to his gift. "Jean, please join us if you wish." He started to maneuver himself back toward the chairs. "You're welcome to hear it all out and make your decision afterward. I trust your discretion." The last was also intended for the unfortunate mishap with Maeve.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Dec 9, 2018 14:46:04 GMT -8
"I'm terribly sorry. I didn't realize--you're actually here,"
Charles' voice sounded distant and Maeve didn't really comprehend the words. A sudden emotional surge of pain had knocked the wind out of her, the intensity of it knocking her world off balance. The emotional scars of losing her parents then the disappearance of her sister were suddenly fresh and new and hitting her all at once, her system, unable to process it, putting her into shock.
Distantly, she felt someone take her hands and she felt herself easing back to normalcy. Maeve took a sharp intake of breath and blinked back the sting of tears, taking in her surroundings and wondering what had come over her. Whatever had just happened faded away as if it hadn't happened at all.
"Why don't we get started. The others will join us shortly." "Jean, please join us if you wish." He started to maneuver himself back toward the chairs. "You're welcome to hear it all out and make your decision afterward. I trust your discretion."
The past few moments forgotten, Maeve picked up as if just having entered. "I have a blueprint. Or a copy of one," she said, removing it from her pocket and unfolding it while she walked to the desk. "Everything else--codes, entry points, sensors--are in here." Maeve tapped her temple then smoothed out the blueprint copy on his desk.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Dec 9, 2018 22:03:44 GMT -8
"You're welcome to hear it all out and make your decision afterward. I trust your discretion."
"Thank you, Professor," Jean said with an appreciative nod, now feeling that she could proceed into his office with certainty. She'd had plenty of time to second-guess herself, and regret that she couldn't talk things over with Scott or Jubilee, but she fully intended to stand by her declaration the day before that she was there to help.
"I have a blueprint. Or a copy of one. Everything else--codes, entry points, sensors--are in here."
A wave of pain and despair had hit her out of nowhere but had quickly subsided when the Professor had taken Maeve's hands in his own. Jean could only assume such strong emotion meant the woman had a more vested interest in Erik's escape than just some vague mutant liberation scheme. But she couldn't hold back a slight smile when Maeve indicated the information was in her head. Slightly ironic, being in the company of two telepaths.
She moved forward to study the blueprint as it was laid out. Planning had always been her strength when it came to the simulations. This escape plan was a problem that needed a solution, much like a geometry proof or a chemistry equation. Just on a much larger, and potentially dangerous scale. "A facility meant to hold mutants as strong as Lehnsherr has to have some serious security," Jean noted aloud, "And limited access. There can't be many people authorized to enter it."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Dec 22, 2018 11:42:07 GMT -8
"A facility meant to hold mutants as strong as Lehnsherr has to have some serious security," "And limited access. There can't be many people authorized to enter it."
Maeve nodded, impressed by the girl's quick thinking and logic. "You're right on all accounts." Maeve straightened up, tapping her finger on the blueprint where the layout for the secret level they needed to access was shown. "You know the basement levels are not on any public blueprints. Officially, they do not exist. I stumbled across their existence a short time ago and only just recently 'learned'," she did air quotes, "of their existence and received clearance to access them."
The chiming of the doorbell sounded, pulling Maeve from her thoughts. Maeve closed her eyes for a second, sending her ghost sim out to the front porch then pulling it back. "Logan's here. And he brought the girl," she said. Since she'd been the one to recruit them, Maeve felt it best she be the one to greet them. "I'll bring them in," she said before disappearing from the room.
***Maeve teleports her real self to New York - X-Mansion - Front Yard and Front Door***
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Feb 9, 2019 14:07:02 GMT -8
***Maeve enters from New York - X-Mansion - Foyer***
As Maeve stepped back in, she took a calming breath and put a pleasant expression back on her face for the benefit of Charles and Jean. Unlike Logan, Maeve tried not to take things out on other people.
She headed to his desk where they were looking over the maps and stats she'd brought with her. "Our guests are here. Peter is showing Ororo around and I've left Logan outside the door to decided if he'll be joining us."
Maeve gave a cursory glance toward said door, worried a little that he'd take her up on the offer to leave. When she saw the knob start to turn, she let out the breath she'd been holding with relief.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Feb 9, 2019 15:16:16 GMT -8
***Logan enters from X-Mansion - Foyer***
Brushing this expression of tribute off his face, Logan entered through the door. And even though he wasn't going to lay himself open to anyone inside the room, especially not to Maeve, that surly face of his had at least changed into just a stern one.
"You must be Professor Xavier.", Logan guessed of his own accord, addressing the young man in the wheelchair. He made one step farther into the room before introducing himself. "My name's James Howlett.", he decided for the official version of his name this time. Maybe his somewhat changed attitude had something to do with Maeve's little speech outside, or maybe it was at least partly based on his own matters to talk to the school's professor as he seemed to be a man of high talent. Someone who might be able to help him recapture his memories especially as Logan had already read about his field of expertise.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Feb 9, 2019 16:25:44 GMT -8
Charles wheeled from around his desk, stopping beside Jean. "Welcome to our school," he said, showing his generosity toward the people here by referring to it as 'our' rather than 'my'. "Charles will do just fine. This is Jean Grey." He gestured to the young red-headed girl. Charles glanced over at Maeve who was pretending to be absorbed in a map on his desk. No doubt her demeanor having to do with the tension he'd sensed from just beyond the door before she'd entered. Her temperament felt as if it'd eased once Logan had entered. Or was it not Logan? "James, was it? Not Logan?" Charles' gaze shifted to Maeve but she was stubbornly keeping quiet with her attention on the map, though he sensed her attention was really on their conversation.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Feb 10, 2019 5:39:05 GMT -8
"You must be Professor Xavier. My name's James Howlett."
"Charles will do just fine. This is Jean Grey. James, was it? Not Logan?"
"Welcome to New York, Mr. Howlett," Jean greeted. The stranger's demeanor was certainly aggressive and defiant but even just the small peak into his mind that she allowed herself, showed a rush of violence and pain that would cause anyone to feel the same. She shook it off and went back into planning mode.
"I don't know how much Maeve has told you, but the Professor and I have been looking at the plans," she continued, moving to Maeve's side hovering over the blueprints. "We're going to need all the help we can get."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Feb 10, 2019 10:09:59 GMT -8
When the professor wheeled from around the desk, the odd feeling of having seen this man somewhere before came over Logan all of a sudden. Even though he had this amnesia problem, he doubted that this was more than just a feeling. Logan surely had never set foot in this school before.
"Welcome to our school,""Charles will do just fine. This is Jean Grey." Logan eyed the young woman next to Charles for no more than a little moment, giving her a slight nod though.
"James, was it? Not Logan?"
"Welcome to New York, Mr. Howlett,", Jean Grey greeted him as well.
"Logan will do just fine.", he answered to practically both of them before yet again an odd feeling came over him, this time regarding the red-head. Logan met her intent gaze upon him with a stern expression before she finally spoke up again.
"I don't know how much Maeve has told you, but the Professor and I have been looking at the plans,""We're going to need all the help we can get."
"That's what I'm here for.", Logan said with his eyes slowly moving in Maeve's direction and then back to the professor and Jean, waiting for them to go on with sharing their plan with him.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Feb 10, 2019 13:44:01 GMT -8
Maeve was quietly listening while pretending to be absorbed in the maps. She was working on cooling her temper. Logan's suddenly pleasantish demeanor compared to what she'd left in the foyer nearly made her snigger. So he was capable of acting like a person and not just a barking, growling wolverine.
Jean moved beside her. Her temperament was so like her sisters and helped the last of Maeve's temper simmer away. But there was so much turmoil bottled up under that innocent, sweet shell that Maeve felt she'd never get over the guilt if she accidentally got snappy with her. Jean needed someone to talk to. Someone she could pour her heart out to without being judged, feared, or told to keep it locked up inside. There was something about her, or rather, her power that had people tiptoeing around the issue. Even Charles. Everything had been open and honest in her family. They'd all depended on and supported each other. It was eating at Maeve that she wouldn't be here after tonight to offer to be that person Jean could talk to.
The introductions had finished so Maeve pulled herself together and pushed aside anything that didn't have to do with the mission. She glanced up, giving Jean a warm smile before turning serious.
"This is the ground level floor plan," Maeve began, fingers tapping on blueprint copy. Her fingers traced from front door to the main offices and tapped a square that represented an elevator. "This is the elevator that provides access to the secret basement levels." Maeve pulled the other blueprint copy over, one that appeared to have not been on the standard issued blueprint paper and didn't have the markings of a properly documented one. "They have him locked up here in one of the secret basement levels, five floors underground." Maeve tapped the image of the small rectangular cell, then pointed to the elevator and traced her finger down the corridor to the cell as she spoke. "The elevator is the only way in or out. The labs along the corridor are locked and unoccupied outside of office hours. Security isn't as tight in the basement levels. They put a lot of faith in the systems at ground level."
Maeve shifted to the ground level blueprint again. "Besides the usual security system activated after operating hours, there's a whole other one running 24 hours. These little triangles," she said, pointing out only a few of the dozens, "are mutant detectors. They're everywhere above the basement levels. Any mutant takes one step into the building and all hell breaks loose." She knew very well about how they worked as Victor took pride in setting them off. A major annoyance to her at the time which was now grudgingly proving to have been a useful observation. "They can be shut off through the same panel as the security system here," she pointed to a wall a short distance from the front glass doors, "with a high clearance code, which I have. We'll need to somehow shut it down before entering the building."
Maeve stood up straight and looked between the three of them while she continued. There was so much more to cover but if they couldn't deactivate the mutant detectors, anything further would be pointless. "My sim doesn't set off the detectors but problem is, in ghost mode, I can't touch or move anything. It's really important that I keep my position there so if anybody has any other ideas besides my going fully tangible...?" It was impossible to brainstorm potential ideas Without knowing all the gifts they had available for play in their hand.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Feb 10, 2019 17:22:51 GMT -8
Jean listened carefully, studying Maeve's words as well as the blueprints. Getting around the mutant detectors would be difficult, but that was just the first layer in what was likely multiple levels of security. "Does anyone enter those basement levels other than staff?" she asked. She glanced at the Professor as if anticipating his next question. "Look, it's something they do in the movies all the time. Create a situation that forces the building into lockdown. Make them think there's a gas leak or something. The Professor and I together could make enough people see what we want them to see, get them to evacuate and shut down the power. Then we grab some gas company uniforms and walk right through the front doors."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Feb 21, 2019 13:06:03 GMT -8
A hard line was seen on his features while Logan wordlessly listened to the plan or rather to thirty percent of a plan. With all these safety arrangements it wouldn't be easy to just get in there, not to mention to leave with an inmate in tow. Logan could only hope that this guy was worth the risk - although he doubted he would for some reason.
When Jean spoke up, the hard line on his features softened for a moment. There was something about this girl that had a familiar ring to him. And yet again was he choking off this upcoming thought as quickly as it had come up. He surely had never set foot in this school before.
"So, we're gonna wreak some havoc, slip into borrowed rags and kick up anybody's ass that will get in our way?", Logan repeated the plan in his own words, a little bit polished to his own liking also, before he dryly added: "Sounds like a plan." Any other person probably would have shown a smile or even a fake smile to make sure this was a joke, but as Logan didn't, it couldn't even be said if he actually was joking or not. He simply just wanted to get this done.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Mar 16, 2019 17:31:27 GMT -8
A couple hours have passed.
Charles, Jean, Logan, Maeve, and Peter had finished plans for breaking Erik out of Trask Industries.
Maeve has left a van from the cleaning company at the arranged landing spot with uniforms inside, ready and waiting for the rest of the team who'll be arrival shortly.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Nov 3, 2019 22:17:31 GMT -8
Erik was successfully broken out of Trask Industries.
Friday has come to an end.
It is now Saturday, October 25, 1975, late morning.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jan 18, 2020 13:36:30 GMT -8
Charles relaxed behind his desk, already having fought his first battle of the day. Not an easy win at that. Logan was stubborn and independent. It may have been easier to talk him into skipping through a minefield than it had been to talk him into chaperoning Jean and Peter to a mall bursting with people. It didn't show on his gruff exterior that warned people away but Charles could sense the loyalty hidden within.
And so, with the promise to do what he could to piece together Logan's forgotten past, Charles had incited Logan into tapping into that loyalty with a small favor. Though the size of the favor was most likely seen as much larger from Logan's point of view.
Another item off his suddenly long list of tasks, Charles took advantage of the moment of peace while he waited for the next to begin, mentally reviewing and organizing. Not wanting to disturb the girl who'd appeared to have gone through the ringer, Charles had had a student leave a note under Hope's door, requesting her to see him in his office once she awoke and felt up to it.
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Post by The Jester Of Tortuga on Jan 18, 2020 23:28:05 GMT -8
Upon waking up Hope found a note had been slid under her door requesting that she meet the Professor as soon as she was able to. Hope let out a long sigh knowing she couldn't have avoided the meeting forever. Her mind begun to run through every she could say to him, should say to him but would he believe it? Surely he would right? He was Professor X, the sole reason the X-Men managed to come together to do everything they ever had and all those times they saved the world.
Saved the world...
Hope made her way to the Office of Xavier stopping on occasion to ask for directions trying to put her memories of a world that had failed to be saved out of her mind as she didn't want the Professor digging around in her mind. Surely there were just some things he couldn't know until they happened. Upon reaching the Office Hope stood at the door knocking, a custom mostly knew to her as anytime one was stuck behind a door in her time usually meant they were imprisoned.
"Um, you wanted to see me Professor?"
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jan 26, 2020 14:29:59 GMT -8
At the knocking, Charles looked up from his paperwork. "Yes, please do come in." He gave her a welcoming smile as he maneuvered himself from around his desk and headed for the more casual and comfortable seating area.
Charles gestured to the two arm chairs around a small table. "Make yourself comfortable," he encouraged, bringing his chair to a stop between them. He waited for her to settle in before continuing. "I trust you're settled in comfortably?" he asked, keeping things light to put her at ease. He would patiently continue to do so, using small talk to slowly determine her emotional boundaries. In their first, short meeting, he'd seen an unusual level of trauma shadowing the eyes of someone far too young.
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Post by The Jester Of Tortuga on Feb 9, 2020 23:07:27 GMT -8
"Yes, please do come in."
Hope slowly entered into the Professors Office trying not to look intimitaded by the grandesque room or that this meeting was finally happening.
"Make yourself comfortable,""I trust you're settled in comfortably?"
Hope guessed the rumors must be true regarding everything she had heard of him, once nothing more than scattered memories but now... here he was.
"I guess about as much I can." Comfort was such a new thing to her and sadly it did not put her at ease instead it left her with a creeping sense of guilt, here she was with a bed and roof over her head while Nate was anywhere or when. Not to mention she was currently in a school with her parents and legends of all the various X-Men teams. "I can't thank you enough, truly Professor. Nate did say this was one of the safest places one could be."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Feb 29, 2020 13:27:27 GMT -8
"I guess about as much I can."
As much as she could? Charles wondered what it was that put a limit on her comfortability and why he sensed she was still ill at ease. He would not pry. Unless things ever got to a point where he felt her wellbeing was threatened. Seeing as he was only just now sitting down to speak with her for the first time, he assumed they were most likely far from reaching that point.
In hopes to ease her further, Charles took his direct attention off her by busying himself with the tray set on the table in front of them. As she spoke, he leaned forward and picked up the carafe, pouring water into two of the glasses.
"I can't thank you enough, truly Professor. Nate did say this was one of the safest places one could be."
"Nate?" he questioned with casual curiosity as he placed one of the glasses on the table before her. Charles wracked his memory for any and all Nate's or Nathaniel's he might know. A student? There were so many already and constantly more arriving, it was hard to keep track. A parent? An acquaintance? The possibilities were too numerous so Charles patiently waited for Hope's answer.
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The Jester Of Tortuga
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Post by The Jester Of Tortuga on Mar 22, 2020 1:20:17 GMT -8
"Nate?" Charles questioned her.
"My brother." It was the easiest way to sum their relationship, while it was true that Nate was her brother he was more like a father figure, teacher, guardian, it was he who taught her just about everything she knew in the world. She wanted to come right out and tell him everything, Hope needed to get everything off her chest and reconcile the life she had and the life she currently has. She still struggled sleeping, she was used to sleeping here and there as light as possible just incase Sentinal Nimrod or the Purifers happened to stumble across them. Yet she was afraid to just blurt everything out, while she didn't have an advanced knowledge of time travel Cable had filled her in enough to know time was always in a state of flux and could easily be changed. She also knew Charles was said to be highly intelligent and has probably managed to put some of the pieces together.
"We aren't from around here as you may have guessed."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Mar 29, 2020 16:52:15 GMT -8
"I gathered as much since the moment we met." Charles rested an elbow on the arm of his chair, his chin resting lightly on his thumb while a couple fingers splayed along his cheek and the other two near his lips in his usual manner of thought. "I've been pondering the 'where' ever since, but now that we've had an opportunity to sit down, I'm wondering if I should have been pondering the 'when'."
Charles kept his questioning light. He understood that time was a delicate thing and that even simple information could have the ability to alter the fabric of time. Someone from the future, if he was guessing correctly, would better know what they could and could not safely reveal.
If not for his more recent exposure to the fascinating fact that his future self and future team had pulled off sending the consciousness of a person in the future to their past self, he might not have considered the possibility. If they'd been able to do it, it was only logical others would figure a way. Again, Charles patiently waited for her to answer before deciding the direction his line of questioning should go.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jul 4, 2020 18:52:23 GMT -8
A few hours pass.
It is now early afternoon.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Feb 5, 2022 17:07:44 GMT -8
The rest of Saturday passes.
It is now Sunday, October 26, 1975, late morning.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Mar 26, 2022 4:39:42 GMT -8
Logan had heard that the professor was finally back in his office. He'd started to rise with the feeling that he had been purposefully avoiding to meet him. The only reason for that Logan could think of, though, was that the professor wanted him to come up with the decision of staying forever, or for howsoever long. Logan didn't know much about this school yet, but what he could say was that he surely had grown out of any school system, no matter the fact that Logan had no specific idea of how old he was.
He knocked hard on the door once, not because he was angry or something, but because it was his natural way of knocking. That was if he knocked on doors in the first place. This time, Logan even had enough patience and decency to wait for a response instead of entering right after having made himself known.
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