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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Mar 26, 2022 23:43:39 GMT -8
(temp-played by Hollywood Heidi)
Charles sat in his office in a rare moment of solitude, particularly rare as of late. It seemed the school had become a revolving door of new faces coming and going, mostly coming, a few not quite ready to put their faith in him and the school quite yet. He was sad to see any of them go, hoping that one day, if they were in need of assistance, they would feel that they could come to them.
He sat with elbow resting on the desk in his usual thoughtful stance of thumb under his chin and two fingers resting on his temple while the last two curled near or on his lips. A pen was between the fingers of his free hand, tapping it down on the desk, letting his fingers slide downward until gravity made the top-heavy weight of the pen turn. He repeated the process over and over, keeping the pen moving in a slow circular manner.
Charles had been staring at the phone on his desk, contemplating calling a certain CIA analyst. He did not wish to embroil her with the mutant world and their troubles once again, had made the difficult decision to erase her memories of what she'd witnessed and what she knew of the school, for their protection, but mostly, for her own protection. It had come at a great cost because it also meant that she would forget about the time they'd spent together and what had begun to develop between the two of them.
But though he wished to not drag her back into it, she seemed to be doing a fine job of finding her way back on her own. She may have forgotten her time with them, but that did not mean she'd lost her compassion for helping those mistreated or oppressed. Unfortunately, the pool of people that fell into that category was largely made up of mutants. A simple mutation in genetics, a natural evolution of humans. It was feared, and sometimes coveted, by those who did not have it.
He'd briefly seen Moira in Maeve's memories and it had been troubling him since. It meant she'd most likely become embroiled in the shady dealings of Trask Industries. Charles had checked in every now and again to be sure she was safe. How had Moira gone from the relatively safe path of assisting and consulting with mutants in need, a small handful at a time in the safety of their homes, her office, or other public places, to becoming embroiled in attempting to save the largest collection of mutants from the biggest, most powerful threat to mutants?
Charles was saved from a decision and further contemplation by a presence at his door. The fact that he didn't detect someone approaching until a second before they knocked was a sign of how deeply this was affecting him.
"Come on in, Logan," he called to the closed door, recognizing the feel of a person's mind even though he avoided intruding into their thoughts.
Charles had been kept so busy that he hadn't had the time to meet with Logan, but also, he'd been putting off this meeting. Logan needed to settle in and let go of some of the anger and walls that he'd put up and that would have made helping him all the more difficult.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Mar 30, 2022 6:29:47 GMT -8
"Come on in, Logan,"
How did he...? Oh, son of a... His thoughts were not meant offensive, but instead just his natural reaction to someone getting themselves a look into his mind without being asked. Logan might never ask someone to do so, though, yet, this time, it was different. Unfortunately, he needed the professor to do just that to find what wasn't even available to him.
Logan put on his neutral face, which was not so different from the regular angry face. However, he was confident with this, maybe because it was his last chance before he would just give up.
"You're hard to catch," Logan said when he entered, closing the door behind him and watching the professor sitting in front of a desk.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Apr 2, 2022 9:55:59 GMT -8
Yes, Charles had been procrastinating, wanting Logan to settle and rid himself of that itch to take flight. An immediate jump to action after having one's memories unearthed was not wise. Patience to sit still and process would be an important step that would most likely have been skipped if Charles hadn't given Logan the chance to get comfortable. Still, it wasn't as if he wasn't consistently busy with a never ending list of tiring task; a burden he welcomed in the name of helping those in need.
"You chaperoned two students to the mall. Imagine tending to an entire school full of them," he pointed out lightly with a touch of humor and a light gesture to the place as a whole. "The mansion's also had a bit of a revolving door recently," he nodded lightly toward Logan as one of their guests, though it was more a warm and welcoming tone and expression on his face, not a complaint in the least as he continued to make humorous light of unexpected situations, "and there was the matter of that little prison break, which, I'd like to thank you for your assistance once again." Charles leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers. "Now, how may we repay you?" he asked, using his usual genteel way of putting people at ease. Asking for help was not always easy for people and most did not like to feel as if they were in debt so he framed it as the return favor that it was.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Apr 3, 2022 2:17:38 GMT -8
"You chaperoned two students to the mall. Imagine tending to an entire school full of them,""The mansion's also had a bit of a revolving door recently,"
Logan didn't show any other reaction to that than a slight nod of his head, not giving in to the temptation of expressing his condolences, especially to the first part, for he knew that wasn't what the professor wanted to hear, or maybe just because he wasn't after any kind of small talk before he finally would get a chance to come to the point of all this; His point.
"and there was the matter of that little prison break, which, I'd like to thank you for your assistance once again."
"No bother at all," he commented on the professor's words of gratitude, after all, appreciating them, although there was still no sign of a smile on Logan's features. He was simply not the smiling type.
"Now, how may we repay you?"
At that, Logan allowed himself to step further into the room, meeting the professor in front of his desk. He came straight to the point, still appreciating the other's way of conversing, though. "I've heard about your ability to have a look into somebody's mind. Actually-..." he hesitated a little, "there's somethin' wrong with mine."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Apr 17, 2022 15:55:46 GMT -8
As Logan finished, Charles gestured to one of the chairs in invitation for Logan to have a seat. Sitting behind the desk felt too formal and impersonal, especially with the topic at hand and with someone Charles was still trying to ease into a sense of comfort and belonging in a place meant as such for their kind.
Using the control at the end of his right arm rest, Charles spoke as he maneuvered his chair around the desk. He gave a single nod of confirmation to what Logan had heard of his ability then studied him with his claim that there was something amiss with his mind. "How do you mean?" he asked, coming to a stop in front of the empty chair facing Logan.
Charles naturally picked up general reads, such as the fact that something was bothering someone, and he had the ability to take a look and find out for himself what that something was, but usually, he respectfully allowed a person to reveal what they felt comfortable revealing and waited until he had their permission to take such a personal intrusion. But even before approaching the need for permission, Charles usually attempted to see if it was something that could be handled by working it out in a less intrusive matter or if it even should be something that involved his ability, in the case of people looking for an easy out rather than dealing with their troubles in a natural way that would better benefit them in the long run.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on May 9, 2022 6:14:09 GMT -8
Logan's eyes followed the chair the professor was gesturing to, hesitating for a moment because it had kind of a therapy feeling that he didn't like, but then he met the request and took a seat in it, after all. He had a feeling that this man might be his last chance. Logan had heard that he was best in his field. If he couldn't bring back his memory, nobody could.
"How do you mean?"
Logan was well aware that the professor didn't have to ask questions, for he, surely, was able to get them himself, so he truly appreciated that he asked them anyway. "I'm not talkin' mental derangement, professor," he assured, slightly leaning forward in his chair. "I'm talkin' a loss of my complete memory. Everythin' before a certain point two years ago." Logan didn't see a need yet to specify that mentioned point, although he had a feeling that the professor would ask for just that next. However, speaking of an accident where you end up in the depth of a river would only lead to more questions; Questions that he wasn't even able to answer, to more talking on his part, at that. He leaned back again, searching for any sign of help or answers on the professor's features.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on May 14, 2022 18:33:31 GMT -8
"I'm not talkin' mental derangement, professor,"
A corner of Charles' mouth lifted in amusement over Logan's snark.
"I'm talkin' a loss of my complete memory. Everythin' before a certain point two years ago."
For someone wanting his help, Logan wasn't very forthcoming. Charles would have to patiently draw out whatever information he could from him and piece things together. He may become more comfortable along the way and reveal more as they went along.
"I see," he said, looking thoughtful. The amount of things that could have occurred was too massive to consider, so Charles tried whittling down the possibilities. "What is the last thing you can remember?" He broadened the question in case Logan wasn't yet comfortable revealing that. At the very least, he could try to figure if the first memory had any possible connections or if the event that caused his memory loss had occurred in a place or situation he'd been removed from before regaining his faculties. "Do you think it might have any connection to what may have caused you to lose your memories?"
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jun 3, 2022 22:27:22 GMT -8
"I see,""What is the last thing you can remember?""Do you think it might have any connection to what may have caused you to lose your memories?"
Logan remained silent for some moments, looking thoughtful due to the professor's questions while, in fact, he was due to how this session went and how he wanted it to go. He didn't like talking about himself, especially not about stuff that was not in his control, for it wasn't explainable even to himself. He also didn't like mentalists who performed their powers by inviting themselves into others' minds, but Logan had kind of expected this would be what the professor was going to do; Performing his powers and fixing him.
He leaned a little forward again, almost as if it weren't only them in the room, and he had to make this more private. "Would my permission to let ya do your thing spare us from this interview?" Logan asked quieter than before. He'd never thought to hear himself ask something like that, but this was about unpleasant and more unpleasant. They both knew it would make things easier, and Logan had a feeling that the professor was discreet enough to ignore memories that had brought him into contact with Trask Industries. Having been their test object didn't make a culprit out of him, but instead a victim, at least in people's eyes. Logan didn't need anyone's pity for that.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jun 5, 2022 10:12:22 GMT -8
"To read your mind?" he rhetorically clarified. He sat back, one hand raising to rest his fingers against his cheek and chin as he considered the situation. "Logan," he began, his hand falling back to the arm rest, "it's one thing to see into an open mind, but it would be difficult, perhaps, even not possible, to be able to see what you cannot."
Charles settled himself forward in a more serious stance, elbows casually resting on the arm rests to try to explain. "The mind is not a box that can simply be unlocked and opened. It's a beehive with a million different compartments."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jun 24, 2022 8:07:35 GMT -8
Logan didn't even react to that first rhetorical question. It had been hard enough to give such permission in the first place, so why was there a need to repeat himself? The professor knew exactly what he had meant, which he proved with his next words. While he explained, Logan also leaned back in his seat, not really looking pleased with the news. So the only option to work through this was talking still?
Logan let out a heavy sigh. "So, we're in a bind," he finally said, leaning forward once again. A bind, namely, himself, not wanting to talk feelings and stuff, and the professor, not being able to do anything else. "Then I guess this had been a waste of both our time..." And with that, Logan already made a move to leave.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jul 3, 2022 14:01:25 GMT -8
Charles watched as Logan started to get to his feet. Impatience seemed to be running rampant as of late.
"Hang on," he began, keeping his tone light and holding on to the patience he wished others would find. "I did not say it was impossible, merely that there was a slight possibility of it not being possible." There was the hint of an amused smirk at how cryptic that had sounded. "I'm willing to help in whatever way I can, but I need you to understand that it's not as simple as you're assuming it will be."
Charles stroked his chin in momentary thought, then gestured lightly as he spoke. "We can access the flashes you already have access to, hold onto them long enough to carefully try to peel back the events surrounding it." He rested his arms once again, nodding his confidence. "It'll take time and a lot of patience. Well, as much as patience you can manage," he added with another amused quirk of his lips as he awaited Logan's decision.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jul 9, 2022 10:41:36 GMT -8
"Hang on,"
And so he did, turning at least his head back in the professor's direction, while waiting for him to explain why he was holding him back when it seemed nothing more was to say or do.
"I did not say it was impossible, merely that there was a slight possibility of it not being possible."
Logan didn't share that smirk of amusement on the other's face. Instead, he tried to patiently wait for more explanation, at least not appearing as if he was going to leave all too soon.
"I'm willing to help in whatever way I can, but I need you to understand that it's not as simple as you're assuming it will be."
Simple had never been what he assumed when it came to his mind and memory.
"We can access the flashes you already have access to, hold onto them long enough to carefully try to peel back the events surrounding it.""It'll take time and a lot of patience. Well, as much as patience you can manage,"
If there was just the slightest possibility of it working, then it was worth his time. Because he had been spending so much of it, wasted on people who actually had lost their patience with him instead of the other way round.
With slow movements, Logan made steps in the professor's direction again, getting himself seated in the chair that he had only just left while looking at him with willingness in his eyes. A Willingness to manage as much patience as he had. With folded hands and his upper body slightly leaning forward, Logan finally gave voice to his words, his decision. "When do we start?"
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jul 24, 2022 10:02:42 GMT -8
The fact that they'd been able to converse this long without interruption was a small miracle. As of late, things had become hectic with more visitors than they'd seen coming through the doors of the mansion... or popping into the middle of it in the case of Maeve.
This was not the proper set-up for delving deep into someone's mind, but if they stepped foot outside the door, they opened themselves up to interruptions. Charles liked to begin with basic questioning anyway, to get the viewpoint, thoughts, and situations surrounding the triggering of the issue as it helped to guide him in the right direction before entering the intricate maze of a mind.
"Why don't we take advantage of this rare, uninterrupted peace and start now." Charles shifted forward, leaning his chin comfortably on the thumb of his raised hand with fingers splayed on his cheek and under his lips in his usual stance of deep thought. All airs of amusement were replaced with a look of concentrated interest. "Let's begin with the basics. Tell me what you see in the flashes; what you can make of them," he clarified, knowing that flashes can many times be incoherent, especially when one did not know the events occurring before or after them.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Aug 12, 2022 5:09:03 GMT -8
"Why don't we take advantage of this rare, uninterrupted peace and start now."
Logan gave no more than a slight nod to that. The professor surely had been guessing that his answer to that would be an affirmative one. He patiently watched the man, seemingly going into deep concentration. Despite his natural harshness that often got interpreted as disinterest, Logan was actually fascinated by the abilities of Professor Charles Xavier. He wouldn't have reached him out, after all, if he wasn't.
"Let's begin with the basics. Tell me what you see in the flashes; what you can make of them,"
Even though he didn't like talking much about himself and still would have liked better getting scanned or something, Logan let himself in for it. He had to if he wanted the answers he seeked for so long already. "It's- actually more 'bout feelin' than seein'," he started to explain as his eyes closed ever so slightly, allowing him to concentrate better as well.
"There's- water all around me. I'm- drowning... Then there're scraps of- pictures in my mind... But they're- incomplete. Slippin' my mind as soon as I try to get a closer look..." Even right now, Logan wasn't quite able to tell what he had been seeing when sinking deeper and deeper to the ground of that lake.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Aug 13, 2022 17:32:11 GMT -8
The doorbell chimes a bit sharper and
longer than usual, indicating the
arrival of a possibly agitated visitor.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Aug 13, 2022 23:10:35 GMT -8
Charles was casually reaching out mentally as Logan spoke to gauge how much of what he said was vague memory or interpretation of something that might have happened. He shifted uncomfortably at just the memory of the feeling of drowning, even more traumatic to one with the ability to regenerate, seemingly downing over and over again.
"I see," he said, maintaining his composure. "And what brings on these flashes? Do they only come to you in dreams, or are there certain--"
The sound of the chime, sharp and drawn-out startled Charles from his thoughts, his hand twitching away from his face. Normally, he'd have ignored it for someone else to answer and would not have broken stride in his meeting with a person. His attention was now pointed in the general direction of the door, trying to get a read on who had managed to bypass the closed gate that should have given warning before a person even had the chance to reach the door. "My apologize. I'm not easily taken by surprise," he said, attention in the general direction as he narrowed his eyes and continued to probe, having a good idea as to who it could be that had the ability to bypass things without detection, but with the safety of the mansion's occupants always at the forefront of his mind, he wanted to be sure.
His assumption was correct, though a part of him wished he'd been wrong, the way her amygdala was firing off angry thoughts and feelings that had him raising his eyebrows. "Good Lord, Erik has sent us an extremely angry Maeve," he said, looking back to Logan with a half-joking look of fear, though he couldn't help but feel a twinge of amused relief that most of that anger was aimed at someone else. No man in his right mind wanted to face an angry woman and whilst a majority of her anger was aimed at Erik, he detected some of it was for him. "I don't suppose you'd like to answer the door, seeing as you have the ability to heal?" he joked.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Sept 13, 2022 7:26:14 GMT -8
Logan opened his eyes quite suddenly, the flashes vanishing at once at the sharp chiming of the doorbell. He wasn't surprised about the professor's attention drawn there as well since it sounded like someone was quite angry. Yes, Logan didn't even need the ability of reaching out to one's mind to guess that. He was well aware of using a doorbell when being in an angry state himself.
"My apologize. I'm not easily taken by surprise,"
Logan gave the professor a look as if to silently say 'no worries, I can wait just a little longer'. The annoyance on his features was more like a natural expression by now.
"Good Lord, Erik has sent us an extremely angry Maeve,"
At the mention of Maeve, his features softened a little, after all. He had not expected to see her again, not so quick at that.
"I don't suppose you'd like to answer the door, seeing as you have the ability to heal?"
"I'm not sure if ya really want me to. Depends on your intention. You wanna get rid of her, or make her stay?" he joked back without actually smiling.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Sept 24, 2022 15:03:48 GMT -8
Charles chuckled. "She hasn't quite warmed up to me yet. But you, I believe she took a liking to you toward the end there a bit," he said, jokingly making it sounds like quite a feat, which it very well might be. "Not surprising. The two of you seem like kindred spirits." They both had had a hurtful past that had caused a lot of damage. Enough so, that their personalities and outlook of the world and the people in it had been altered and reformed around the events of their past.
"You're both..." angry, bitter, vengeful, independent, stubborn, distrusting... "grumpy," he finished after taking the time to act as if contemplating the perfect descriptive when both parties knew that 'grumpy' was putting it very mildly.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Sept 25, 2022 1:34:08 GMT -8
"She hasn't quite warmed up to me yet. But you, I believe she took a liking to you toward the end there a bit,""Not surprising. The two of you seem like kindred spirits.""You're both..."
Logan raised an eyebrow in anticipation, although he knew quite well of the words others would use to describe his personality or, rather, his demeanor. Underneath every hard shell, however, there was a softer core, with him and surely with Maeve as well.
"grumpy,"
Yeah, just as expected. Logan smirked a little before leaning back in his seat again. "Then you shouldn't let her wait any longer, professor. You don't wanna know what's followin' grumpy." Logan also gave him a look that silently added this is your school, after all.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Oct 22, 2022 15:53:39 GMT -8
***Maeve enters from New York - X-Mansion - Foyer***
Finding the door unlocked, she assumed whoever had been with him when Vye last looked had vacated. "Charles--" she began in an angry tone, her sentence cut off in surprise, a little over finding he wasn't alone, a lot over who was here with him. Even more eager to have gotten away from here than she had been, she thought Logan would have been long gone by now.
"Sorry, the door wasn't locked," she said, her eyes mostly on Logan as her apology was for him. A sense of relief started in her over finding she wasn't the only outsider and her expression had momentarily changed from anger to a silently questioning 'Why the hell are you still?'
"Would that have stopped you?"
There was slight amusement in Charles' voice which fully gained him back Maeve's attention and anger in the form of her intense eyes narrowed and burrowing into him as she crossed her arms. "I have some words for you," she said in a warning tone.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Oct 22, 2022 16:38:54 GMT -8
(temp-played by Hollywood Heidi)
Charles cringed, though there was the tiniest hint of amusement still there. He knew Maeve was a good person and wouldn't hurt someone unless they were truly deserving of it. His reason for baiting her just now might have seemed a device to lighten the mood, but he'd been more concerned in gaining back her attention. While he was confident Logan had a reason to stay for the time being, it was still tentative and hinged solely on whether Charles could help him or not.
He knew that like Maeve, Logan needed this safe haven and to be surrounded by people like them that they could trust. It could help them to heal from the inflictions dealt them by the world and the people from their pasts and would show them that it was better to work together against injustice the right way. People who carried so much anger and bitterness were always in danger of being consumed by it. When that happened, they not only hurt themselves, but their kind. It was a lesson Charles had learned by observing Erik, who Charles had never managed to get through to. He only hoped he'd be able to get through to Logan and Maeve and any others like them before they, too, were consumed.
Charles leaned toward Logan, an apologetic expression as he spoke quietly. "Perhaps we can continue this later..." He momentarily glanced over at Maeve's intense death stare, taking one last chance to use his favored dry, playful sarcasm before things turned serious, "...if there is anything left of me once she's through."
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Post by Ariel on Oct 23, 2022 9:23:08 GMT -8
***Vye enters from New York - X-Mansion - Foyer***
"I have some words for you,"
Vye approached the open doorway in a slight panic in an attempt to follow behind Maeve as quickly as she could, but before she could do anything about it Maeve was already in Charles' presence with some utterly demanding words. "Uh, hi," Vye gave a timid wave to the audience inside the office as she stood awkwardly under the doorframe, "Maeve...is here Professor," Vye announced what was already obvious with a hint of failure of stopping the intrusion noticeable in her sigh as she gestured towards the woman.
"Perhaps we can continue this later..." "...if there is anything left of me once she's through."
Vye looked from Charles to Logan who had already been before the Professor in mid meeting before the grand interruption. She wasn't sure if she was still supposed to be standing there, but she figured that she would wait for Logan's exit and escort him out of the office while taking her own leave.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Nov 23, 2022 9:24:26 GMT -8
Not much after, the guest invited herself, entering without even knocking. Logan leaned back in his chair, watching the scene like this was some kind of movie. Only the popcorn and the nachos were missing, unfortunately. Not the best service, he thought with a slight smirk of inner amusement.
"Sorry, the door wasn't locked,"
Logan didn't show any other reaction to that but a cocked eyebrow, still the same smirk on his face. Then he turned his attention back towards the professor, curious of his reaction, which turned out to be amusement as well, at least to some extent.
"Would that have stopped you?"
"I have some words for you,"
Suddenly someone else entered through the still-open door, a young woman that Logan hadn't really met yet.
"Uh, hi,""Maeve...is here Professor,"
Logan couldn't help but smirk some more at this new turn of the situation, especially the timid expression she established.
"Perhaps we can continue this later..."
He replied to Charle's apologetic expression with a look that silently asked: 'Now that it's going to get interesting?' But before the other could have taken really notice of that, his eyes would turn back towards Maeve for a moment before adding in a playfully sarcastic tone:
"...if there is anything left of me once she's through."
After a few more seconds of looking between everyone, Logan let out a quiet sigh and shrugged, the amusement gone again. "Alright," was everything he said before getting up and walking past the woman in the doorway, throwing her merely a slight look, uninterested as for the company, just naturally.
*** Logan exits to X-Mansion - Foyer ***
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Dec 17, 2022 13:03:06 GMT -8
Maeve watched in perturbed silence as Charles wrapped up his current session. Though he was taking this seriously, there was an air of amusement about him. Very opposite feel of the man she'd just been pushing this same anger upon. Maeve crossed her arms, finding slight annoyance in the fact that he didn't appear to be stirred to anger in any of this.
As Logan exited, Maeve's curiosity over how Charles had managed to talk that one into staying had her sparing him a cursory glance. At least she'd have someone to commiserate with amongst all the other people who appeared to be happy and at home here.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Dec 17, 2022 13:32:08 GMT -8
Charles gave a nod of appreciation for Logan's understanding. His eyes fell on Vye, who looked a bit frazzled over having been drawn into a situation she'd been unable to have any control over. Maeve was quite a force and not one that the timid could reckon with.
"Thank you, Vye," he said with a warm smile, trying to put her back at ease and dissolve any guilt she may have felt over not stopping the intrusion. "Logan will be our guest for the foreseeable future. Please see about him getting settled into one of our guest quarters." It was a statement, as he did not have time discuss with his new guest impatiently waiting, which left the interpretation open to Vye either performing the task herself or finding someone who would.
With the closing of the door, they finally had the office to themselves. Charles took advantage of Maeve's distracted glance toward where Logan had disappeared to and attempted to ease the environment into a more welcoming one. "Maeve, how wonderful it is to see you again," he said with a welcoming gesture to one of the chairs.
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Post by Ariel on Dec 18, 2022 13:17:20 GMT -8
Although Vye had plans herself, she wasn't someone who would typically say no. Especially to a superior. "Uh huh!" Vye nodded her head rapidly with a nervously flickering half grin. She didn't want to intrude any longer, as it appeared that the Professor's new guest was anxiously waiting to speak with him. At that, Vye turned back around and headed out the door to meet Logan in the foyer.
***Vye exits to the Foyer***
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jan 7, 2023 23:38:24 GMT -8
(Maeve and Charles)
"Oh, no, no, no," she said on a humorless laugh as she took quick strides over to the chair he'd offered and instead of sitting, placed her hands on the back of it and leaned to angle toward him. "Don't you play the warm, welcoming host with me. Were the two of you in on this together or was it all his idea?"
He considered inquiring what she meant but the narrowing of her eyes warned him against it. The attempt at levity to ease the severity of the mood that filled the room did not work on all people, especially those who carried emotions with a more passionate weight than the average person. Maeve was a lot like Erik in that regard, so he decided to tread the way he'd learned to around Erik.
"Our doors are always open to any mutant in need of a place to stay, but it is completely by choice. Everyone is welcome to come and go as they please."
In his polite, roundabout way, Charles had confirmed that it was all Erik's idea. Her anger toward him deflated into minor annoyance now that she knew where to lay blame.
"However," Charles began, Maeve's eyes flickering back toward him as some of the tension returned in her body language, "while I prefer to not pressure anyone, I will..." he searched for a safe word, "try to encourage it if I feel a person may be in a... less than ideal situation."
He was going above and beyond to be diplomatic, which really took the wind out of Maeve's sails. With a heavy sigh, she stepped around the chair to settle into it. "My situation has never been ideal. I walk into the lion's den every weekday."
"Yes," he agreed hesitantly, "but it'll be a lot more difficult starting tomorrow, the threat of being discovered far higher. Everyone will be under scrutiny."
Maeve nodded with the confidence of someone who'd been well prepared for all of that before the deed that would cause the complications was even done. "I can handle whatever they throw at me and besides, I'm only there in simulation. If I ever feel my cover is completely blown, then I will simply end the simulation," she reminded.
Charles took a turn now to intently pin her with a gaze. He placed his elbow on his armrest and rested his chin on his thumb, two fingers resting against his cheek while the last two lightly curled near his lips in that serious, studied expression. Written on his face was the silent reminder of what had happened and he could see the reminder of it dawning on her face as he spoke. "Nothing about that bullet felt like a simulation. In fact, I wouldn't be all that surprised if it left a mark. Did it? Leave a mark?"
Charles gestured lightly with his free hand, eyebrow raised in curiosity toward her abdomen. Maeve's hand twitched toward her abdomen but she quickly returned it to the arm rest. Annoyance at his correct assumption, the fact that she'd momentarily forgotten this new development, and the fact that he now had the upper hand flickered across her face. He knew he was pushing her to anger again by pointedly vocalizing what she already knew, but this was her safety on the line and new, very real stakes she had to consider. It had to be said. "You were unable to end your simulation, Maeve, and because of that, you were unable to wake up. It left you vulnerable. The real you, completely vulnerable."
Maeve felt foolish for the temporary lapse in what had occurred and was glad to have the growing anger and annoyance override the less favorable feeling. "Yes, I know, I was there," she snapped. "I know the risks, including the new ones, and I'm willing to take them." Tired of explaining how hard she'd worked to gain her valuable position and that not even this newest development would dissuade her, Maeve made to stand up, ready to storm out.
"And I won't stop you," Charles said without hesitation, waiting as Maeve lowered herself back into the chair, eyeing him suspiciously. "Having someone on the inside is invaluable, the help you can provide our kind, immeasurable." Charles shrugged lightly. "I'm not sure we'll ever find another mutant with an ability that can bypass their security."
"Yes, thank you," Maeve gestured passionately at finally hearing someone else say what she'd been trying to convey, automatically looking around the empty room, wishing the one person who needed to hear that the most had been present.
"Nevertheless," he added, gaining back her attention, but this time with annoyance rather than anger now that she felt he was on her side, "the fact remains that when you are simulating, you're engrossed in deep concentration, which leaves you in a vulnerable state. And we've just learned that you can be incapacitated via Sim. These people are smart. They've studied our kind extensively, always searching for our weaknesses and exploiting them. They might know more than you think and they might not let on until they figure out how to incapacitate you. If they do, your family home is one of the first places they'll look.
"You need a safe place, one where you will be guarded." He tapped his fingertips on his armchair in a gesture of the mansion. "This is a place they are unaware you have any connections to; and a place they are smart enough to stay clear of."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Feb 4, 2023 2:35:06 GMT -8
*** Charle's phone rings ***
(via phone)
As soon as the connection is active, Erik speaks up with annoyance and a commanding tone in his voice. "I need you to send me the jet."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Feb 12, 2023 15:44:37 GMT -8
(Maeve and Charles)
Maeve defeatedly sank back into her chair, finding that her anger had disappeared somewhere in the middle of his speech. She was slightly annoyed by that as anger helped distract her from other complicated and distracting feelings she was trying to ignore. Damn him and his calm, astute logic. She had no doubt that he'd convinced many people to turn to his way of thinking in his lifetime, and without the need to use his gift.
"You're annoyingly good at that," she said, sounding accusatory rather than complimentary.
"Thank you," he said, playfully delivering it with smug pride to counterbalance the lack of actual compliment Maeve had meant with her words. "I've had a lot of practice."
Dealing with stubborn people, she figured he was mentally adding to himself and smart enough to not voice to one such stubborn person. She exchanged a knowing glace with him over who, in particular, had given him the most practice.
"Fine, I'll stay," she said on a sigh. Maeve sat up now, pinning him with one of her intense, serious gazes. "But I'll continue to do this on my own."
As if on queue to interrupt her and argue her statement as he probably would have if he was here, Charles' phone rang and they both glanced at it, again knowing they were both thinking the same person. Maeve's angry annoyance began to bubble up again as she watched Charles steer himself backward a ways to grab it.
"Xavier's School for--"
"I need you to send me the jet."
Charles glanced at Maeve, like a kettle coming to a boil as she got to her feet and stepped closer so that her warning would be heard through the phone as well. "If anyone gets in my way or interferes, I'm gone, just like that." With a snap of her fingers, Maeve disappeared.
***Maeve teleports to New York - X-Mansion - Foyer***
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Feb 12, 2023 16:16:55 GMT -8
Charles watched her disappear after delivering her proclamation that he knew was more for Erik than himself. He pinched the bridge of his nose at the thought of the tension that would be filling the air with the two of them under one roof. 'It'll be treading on eggshells for a few days,' he thought as his hand returned to resting on his armrest.
Hank had been on standby with the jet ready to go for a pick-up ever since arriving back. Charles mentally sent him the message to head back out to Maeve's place for a pick-up, then concentrated on his phone call, balancing out Erik and Maeve's intense seriousness with his often-used playful snark.
"Hello, old friend. Things are wonderful here, thanks for asking. I just had a lovely chat with Maeve. She's staying, by the way." There was a silent 'you're welcome' to his tone. Based on how things had gone, he believed she'd meant what she'd said, so he followed up with a cautious warning backing up Maeve's parting words. "At least for the time being."
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