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taxonomites2012-03-12 08:53 am
brokenoptimism) wrote in taxonomites2012-03-12 08:53 am
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[Location: Central]
It's chilly and wet, the damp of the light rain clinging to Charles' skin and clothes in a way that it should not be. Most people would have the sense to get out of the rain, and really, Charles did. He was just ignoring it.
He had ventured farther from the mansion than he really had since arriving. He was standing in front of the Sanctuary, the one place he had avoided most since arriving, just staring at the building.
Every now and then people walking by gave him an odd look, but he had been standing there for over an hour, just waiting, and other than the passing touch of their wondering thoughts, he ignored them. The arrival of others who knew him had renewed some of the lost hope in Charles. Hope that someone from his reality might also appear.
But that wasn't why he was standing in the rain, staring up at the building he had emerged from months before. He was deep in thought, tucked away in his own mind the way he had often done during his nine months of captivity. This was captivity, too. Just with a different kind of torture and an illusion of freedom.
This was the place they had all been dragged to, from their worlds. Maybe it held the key to getting back.
He had ventured farther from the mansion than he really had since arriving. He was standing in front of the Sanctuary, the one place he had avoided most since arriving, just staring at the building.
Every now and then people walking by gave him an odd look, but he had been standing there for over an hour, just waiting, and other than the passing touch of their wondering thoughts, he ignored them. The arrival of others who knew him had renewed some of the lost hope in Charles. Hope that someone from his reality might also appear.
But that wasn't why he was standing in the rain, staring up at the building he had emerged from months before. He was deep in thought, tucked away in his own mind the way he had often done during his nine months of captivity. This was captivity, too. Just with a different kind of torture and an illusion of freedom.
This was the place they had all been dragged to, from their worlds. Maybe it held the key to getting back.
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His mind is open, unshielded for the plain reason of coming from a world that doesn't necessitate mental barriers in the case of telepathic intrusion. At the forefront of his mind: a hesitant relief that Beth is safe, a numb fear that she'll be swallowed up next, faint despair that this glitch isn't going away or can't be fixed. He hasn't been here long enough to know if glitches always go away on their own, but he's heard nothing but bad things. He's known nothing but bad things about glitches since he came here.
Coat collar upturned against the wind and the rain, hands in his pockets, he keeps patrolling the streets, every now and then pausing to check his tablet.
When he looks up, it's with a startled little smile. "Oh! Hey. You're here."
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For the first time in over an hour, Charles noticed it was raining.
"Hello. Yes. It would seem that I am." Ah. Yes. The glitch that had been 'vanishing' people. Still there on the tablets but very much not there when you sought out that spot. He had tried to use it to find Scott a few times, to no avail.
"Were you looking for me?"
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Deeper in his mind, delegated there either by time or willful inattention, twenty-something years of helping people; the tell tale office space and the filing cabinets not of a police station but a privately owned place. Further back yet, two decades of careless decadence and blood. Further back yet, the echoes of war
don't know how
don't know when
Mick shrugs, eyebrows almost mirroring the motion of his shoulders. There's genuine concern in his eyes as he looks the other man over.
"You've been standing still for ages, Mister Xavier. I couldn't just ignore that."
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It wasn't the first time he had lost track of time like this. Months of intentionally stowing away from the world left him with a bit of a skewed sense of time passage.
"I was waiting for someone." Mick's mind was interesting. Layered with more memories than he looked old enough to have. He could hardly resist the urge to look a little deeper while he was distracted with his surprise.
"To be honest, I am a bit surprised I have not been whisked away with the others, but I am afraid even trying to find my way over there was met with little success." Maybe he could distract Mick from the obvious oddity of his recent actions. Waiting for people who were not in Taxon at all, alone, in the rain? Maybe he did need to find a job. If he was starting to crack from loneliness alone, then they were succeeding far faster than they had with any amount of pain.
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"Same here. I've been running all over town, just daring the hamsters to screw up."
Another glance, this one a little bit more on the assessing end of the spectrum. "Don't take this the wrong way, but you're on your way to catching meningitis. There's this coffee place not far from here, if you feel like some company. Coffee's on me, how about it?"
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"If you do not mind to lead the way, I am afraid I do not really know my way around this part of town."
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"Mick St. John. You're Summers' friend, right?"
Sorry about the delay.
"Charles Xavier." He had to stop himself, a mental reminder that it was Scott, and not Alex, that Mick was likely speaking of. "Yes, I believe I am. You know Scott, then?"