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ataraxionlogs2014-07-12 03:04 pm
forgodssake) wrote in ataraxionlogs2014-07-12 03:04 pm
oo6. closedish.
CHARACTERS: Charles Xavier and Severus Snape; Remus Lupin; Emma Swan; Nuala; Rogue; Johanna Mason; Odessa Knutson; Erik Lehnsherr; Captain Hook (Killian Jones); Hank McCoy; Raven Darkholme; Cassandra Anderson, others as they happen.
LOCATION: Level fourteen, room one hundred; laundry facilities; bar on level fourteen; kitchen on level fourteen; the Gardens; media library; level twenty, room one-hundred and ninety two; others as they happen.
WARNINGS: TBA.
SUMMARY: Adjusting to being a different person is a struggle.
NOTES: This is only partially closed. I'm using this as a forum for people to poke him, as random run ins may happen as I tag out instead. Please let me know if you'd like to do anything, and I'll be happy to set up a thread (unless you're feel ambitious).
to ever spend my life sitting playing future games
LOCATION: Level fourteen, room one hundred; laundry facilities; bar on level fourteen; kitchen on level fourteen; the Gardens; media library; level twenty, room one-hundred and ninety two; others as they happen.
WARNINGS: TBA.
SUMMARY: Adjusting to being a different person is a struggle.
NOTES: This is only partially closed. I'm using this as a forum for people to poke him, as random run ins may happen as I tag out instead. Please let me know if you'd like to do anything, and I'll be happy to set up a thread (unless you're feel ambitious).
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loud. In it's own way. Certainly to him.
"It's a nightmare," Charles says, on delay. He can say that to her. She isn't a mutant, or a wizard, and doesn't hold her own exceptions in the way his peers do. So politicised, so important. "If it came back, I don't know if I'd recognise it like I once did."
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Slowly, she moves to sink onto the bunk beside him. Everything about the gesture is comfortable rather than advancing—as if she couldn’t see why she wasn’t simply sitting there already. She doesn’t move to touch him, just rests her elbows on her knees and sighs.
“Well, I’m not a therapist, but it sounds a lot more like fear talking than Charles Xavier.” She turns to look back at him over her shoulder, a grim line set on her mouth. “I’m not telling you that you shouldn’t be afraid—I don’t know what it’s like. I’m just asking you to think back on what it was like having it, and if that fear is worth losing it.”
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It can be much easier to sleep.
He does think back on it. And he thinks back on her. It isn't entirely an attempt to divert attention where he asks her instead--
"What happened to you to need me?"
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Avoiding isn't an option. Without telepathy, she has to lay it on the table for him, and that's a struggle. Unfortunately, right now she doesn't have an option that isn't complete honesty.
“We found something in the corridors. I don’t know what because after we split up, I can’t remember a thing. Gold and Regina found me down there, catatonic.” Her hand drags over her mouth and her eyebrow arches. The hunch of her shoulders leaves her with a sincerely uncomfortable look, like she’s ready to crawl out of her own skin. “I need to know what I’m forgetting.”
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"I forwarded Queen Nuala's number to your, uh, your thing."
He sets his own 'thing' aside, not really looking at her. "She's a powerful psychic, and very kind -- of anyone else with that power, you can trust her. She's a colleague of Professor Snape's, who's head've Xenogen, now, and no doubt involved in all've that already."
A beat.
"You don't exactly have the fondest memories of when I had it." More on topic.
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She agrees pointedly. There’s no sense in pretending this was easier for her than it was, but she’d come to him regardless. “So you can imagine my hesitation in going to some stranger for it.”
Hesitation, at the end of the day, is really a neat and tidy way of saying she won’t fucking do it. She doesn’t give a damn how good Queen Nuala is—nothing against the lady, but Emma doesn’t want anyone in her head who hasn’t already been there.
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Charles knows a fuck no when he hears it, comms device palmed flat between his hands and a breath allowed to ease out of him. "Raven told me-- here, actually," he says, which strikes him as funny in a minor way, talking about her like she wasn't from another life, like the Tranquility counts as much as the last ten years, "that I was afraid. Afraid of how much they would all loathe what I could do, if they ever truly knew."
They. Humans. Emma.
"It appears there's a lot to fear." He sets the comms device aside again with a weighty thunk. "I will think about it."
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Emma hasn’t forgotten the way Raven tried to corner her on Arima: would you have helped me if you knew what I was? There’s not a lot of faith there, and Emma has a hard time blaming her. The world’s rarely kind to people who are different.
All she can do is hope that her refusal of Nuala and her discomfort with what Charles had done on that very same colony weren’t being read as the loathing he’s afraid of. For Emma, the worst part of it is that despite her feelings of betrayal, she can’t loathe him. She cares for him far too much to ever loathe him.
And, more importantly, it was his choices that had caused her to distrust him—not the existence of his ability to begin with. Once, she had found a way to consider it a balm for how disconnected she tries to make herself.
Sensing an end to the conversation in his final words, she doesn’t push further. Instead, she gets to her feet, leaving it at that. Maybe she’ll talk to Raven about it.
"Let me know if you change your mind."
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This at that first part, quiet and quick enough that perhaps its just filler. Or avoidant. It's his fault for bringing her up in the first place if so. Emma is standing, though, and Charles can feel extant tension beginning to lessen, as if he'd been holding onto something for the entirety of her stay.
He doesn't rise to see her out, just tracks progress. "Of course." This is where he should thank her for visiting, probably, easy politeness that had peppered his language before to the point of meaningless now suddenly feeling too weighty. Instead; "Let me know if you change yours."
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Emma just shakes her head as she makes her way to the door, raising a hand over her shoulder to wave back at him while she excuses herself. She doesn’t say anything else because there’s nothing else to be said.
Welcome to the impasse, hope you enjoy your stay.