Professor Charles Xavier (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
mind_over_metal) wrote2012-03-27 11:43 pm
mind_over_metal) wrote2012-03-27 11:43 pm
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[CONTINUATIONS]
[what it says on the tin]
[They should ping as familiar, too familiar, in fact. And they're holding back bits and pieces of her raw power... and another presence. A very, very, powerful force, in fact.
Suddenly, there is a screech from behind(?) Charles. It sounds like a Phoenix]
Suddenly, there is a screech from behind(?) Charles. It sounds like a Phoenix]
*flinches both mentally and physically but doesn't retreat, not yet, flinging his mental awareness in the direction of the sound to try to decipher its source*
[It seems to be coming from everywhere and nowhere at once. Though it doesn't take long before something manifests. A force is leaking through the blocks, taking shape.]
Hello, Charles.
Hello, Charles.
*the feeling -- so familiar and yet not -- it's eerie and a bit disorienting*
Hello, Phoenix.
Hello, Phoenix.
*a moment's pause but he quickly collects himself, continuing to try to get as good of a sense as he can of this... entity*
That's certainly not outside of the realm of possibility. But I would like to ask: for whom would you be killing?
That's certainly not outside of the realm of possibility. But I would like to ask: for whom would you be killing?
[It's ethereal. It doesn't feel like anything human at all. It's everything and nothing... and more importantly, it's powerful]
For myself.
For myself.
A host. I am she. And she is me. My powers are hers and hers mine.
[intense pressure, pushing back against him]
Because 'you' locked me away.
Because 'you' locked me away.
*slowly pulling back, acknowledging the push but not ready to leave yet*
I'm quite sure that there were reasons for doing so.
I'm quite sure that there were reasons for doing so.
[A killing intent is slowly mixed in with the pressure, creeping in on his presence]
'You' fear me.
'You' fear me.
*continuing his slow retreat, remaining somewhat impressively steady*
Do you have any aim beyond revenge?
Do you have any aim beyond revenge?
Revenge is petty. [and now. Flames.] I(We) intend to cleanse the world.
*stops his retreat to demand an answer to this question*
Cleanse it of what?
Cleanse it of what?
Everything.
[The flames swarm in, pushing him out]
[The flames swarm in, pushing him out]
*is forced out and physically flung back into his chair, a hand reflexively flying to his head at the pain, his eyes screwed shut, his breathing fast and heavy*
Professor!
[immediately getting up to check on him, brushing his hair aside to feel his forehead]
[immediately getting up to check on him, brushing his hair aside to feel his forehead]
*his skin is oddly hot to the touch -- though it seems to be normalizing very quickly, so maybe it was just an result of the effort. he opens his eyes with a slight wince, but quickly starts to steady*
I'm fine, don't worry.
I'm fine, don't worry.
[still worried]
I couldn't follow where you went. What happened?
I couldn't follow where you went. What happened?
I met what is inside of your head. And all of us will have to have many more meetings, I think.
But at a later time. It's an enormous project to tackle, and unpredictable. First, have your wedding. Then, we'll all work on this together. If you notice any changes or anything out of the ordinary, though, you are to let me know immediately. Understood?
But at a later time. It's an enormous project to tackle, and unpredictable. First, have your wedding. Then, we'll all work on this together. If you notice any changes or anything out of the ordinary, though, you are to let me know immediately. Understood?
[And now there's worry and fear]
Yes, professor.
Yes, professor.
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