peace is out

too cool ; made a school dependent charles xavier for @xmutantsprg

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iamxlegion:

David shifted his weight on his feet as he looked down at Charles, wondering if he really should be bothering him with his problems when he had his own to deal with. “Whatever helps, right?” he asks.

A small smile forms on his lips at Xavier’s comment. He eyes the chair beneath him, before clearing his throat. “I ah-… You seem preoccupied. I know what it’s like to try and have a conversation when-….” he starts to say, scratching the side of his head. “It’s not important.”

Charles smiled, though there was little humor to it. “I don’t need to read your mind to know that that’s probably not the truth,” he said. “I find it easiest to clear my mind when I have someone else to focus on. I wouldn’t be doing my job if I was sitting here, wallowing in my own issues, when there were much more pressing ones at hand.” 

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pxlarisdane:

Lorna chuckled, head ducking slightly at the response. “Smart. I probably wouldn’t buy it anyways. I’ve pretty much got a bullshit detector.” She grimaced before adding, “I probably shouldn’t swear in front of you should I?” She pushed some of her green hair behind her ear and stepped forward into the office, sliding into a vacant chair.

“I don’t sleep much either,” she admitted finally. “I haven’t really since my powers developed. Sleep just seems so far from important in consideration.”

Willing to lend an ear. But was she willing to talk? She didn’t want to leave either though, even though she wasn’t certain as to why.

“Useful thing to have,” Charles said wryly. “And, please- we’re both adults. I may not seem the type, but, I did curse like a damned sailor, in my time.” In my time; god. He wasn’t that old yet, was he? 

“I can certainly sympathize,” he said, turning his chair so that he was a bit more oriented to his new guest. “Insomnia is practically a required side effect to manifestation, in my experience- both personally, and in looking into others. Sleep is important, mind... though, I’m not sure I can offer sound advice as to how to seek it. Not without being a hypocrite.” 

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magnetic-manipulation:

Alas, Erik was not the Boogeyman and the lack of attention only made him feel like he was winning. Charles always acted like the better person and yet here he was, stooping to Magneto’s level and attempting to hurt his feelings. The lack of invitation was proof of that and he pretended to be offended. “Oh really? What’s the matter? Did I convince another student to my side? Or are you just trying to suppress all the thoughts that I could very well be right in all of this,” It was an argument they had countless times, even during the first few times they met. 

“And no,” He replied casually, only to continue his comment, “I’ve surrounded my room and office in a similar type of metal.”

Charles was not a child; Charles was a rational adult, so he did not rise to the mocking in Erik’s tone. “Funny enough, Erik, this has very little to do with you,” he said, because that was almost entirely the truth. Erik was the root, but Charles was beyond the roots of this tree by now. Charles was far into the branches of this cursed tree, working well beyond the seed Erik planted. “And, trying to get me to drunkenly admit to something I don’t believe is beneath you.”

“All that effort,” Charles hummed, trying to keep from picking up the same tone Erik had taken with him, and failing. “Your mind isn’t all that sought after, Erik- though, I’m sure that comes as a surprise to you, with all the preaching you do.” Pot and kettle, but, Charles was drunk enough he could be a little hypocritical.

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scarletcoded:

wanda nods, a small smile forming on her ruby lips. “ WANDA, “  she said as she shook his hand. of course they wouldn’t have met before today, their paths hardly would have CROSSED. 

“ wanda, “ charles repeated, and committed it to memory. “ and, you teach here? i’ll admit, i’m more than a bit behind, keeping up here. ” it wasn’t his DUTY, technically, to know the staff and students at hellfire- but, he couldn’t bring himself to IGNORE them all, just because they were on a different side of the fence. 

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pxlarisdane:

Lorna cocked her head. “Highly unlikely. Although, maybe if your story is good enough I’d buy it.” She hesitated in the doorway her eyes surveying him warily. From her experience here, the professor was kind. He was good. And there was some kind of history between him and her father. History that she wanted to know more of.

Although, it wasn’t like it was common knowledge that Magneto was her father. Did he know? She immediately wanted to roll her eyes because he was not only a damn telepath but the strongest in the world (except for maybe David Haller). And if he hadn’t known, he probably did now.

“Can’t sleep either?”

“I hadn’t formulated a story yet, I’ll admit,” he said, shaking his head. “But, since it’d be for naught, I won’t bother doing so now.”

He didn’t like intruding into the thoughts of others, but, tipsy, it was a bit hard to control, and the level of projection she was letting off- Magneto and father pushed through, but, Charles didn’t deign to put that together at the moment. He could do without thinking about Erik, tonight.

“I rarely sleep,” he said. “But, I’d be willing to lend an ear as to why you can’t, if you’re seeking one.”

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telepxth-grey:

Jean smiled gently, her eyebrows raised slightly. “Hmm, not likely. I’m pretty sure I know you better than that.” Letting out a soft hum the redhead walked closer, sitting on the ground beside his wheelchair.

“So what’s brought you to this lovely hide-y hole?”

“That’s what I thought,” Charles said, a small laugh coming behind the words. “It’s either insomnia or nostalgia, or both. Nothing to worry about, either way. What’s keeping you up?”

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itstheprodigalson:

David was walking around the grounds for a walk. He hadn’t been able to sleep very well, having read a rather nightmarish novel an hour earlier, so he tried to calm himself down. He didn’t know they was much of anyone at this side of the mansion, especially not at this hour of the night, but there was a noise off to the corner that alerted him of someone’s presence. 

Charles. “Well, that depends on what it is.” David leaned up against the wall. “What’s keeping you up tonight?”

Charles laughed, a sigh and a shrug close behind. “It’d be easier to tell you the things that aren’t keeping me up,” he said, self-deprecating. “But, nothing I’d like to trouble anyone else with. What’s keeping you up?” Better to deflect, and deal with someone else’s troubles for awhile. 

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iamxlegion:

David was still feeling a little off after the attack, and while many of the staff members had reached out to him and told him that they were there if he needed anything - he would much rather talk to someone who he felt might understand him a little better, a fellow telepath, and that just so happened to be Charles Xavier. 

David ran through the halls, moving in and out of classrooms in search for the man after not being able to find him in his office. A sigh passed his lips after leaving yet another empty classroom. He forced himself to come to a stop, deciding that it was probably better to stop running around like an idiot. There were other ways of finding someone, and running around looking like a lunatic probably wasn’t such a good idea after everything that had happened recently. 

David closed his eyes; he had spoken to the man before, so finding his voice inside his mind shouldn’t be too difficult. However minutes passed and he was ready to give up trying and just wait until he could find the man in his office tomorrow, until he got another idea. David had been able to find Amy’s location once, maybe he could find the professor in the same way. 

Several deep breaths were taken, before he attempted to do what he had done that day back in Summerland. Granted, he wasn’t exactly sure how it had happened but with enough focus maybe he would be able to achieve what it was he was actually trying to do.

David wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but finally after a while he saw Xavier’s exact location. A smile formed on his lips, but too excited over being able to do what he had just done - he lost the image. Instead of trying to use his abilities once again, David opened his eyes. He felt as though; while the man had been on the move, if he got there soon enough he would be in about the same area. 

David took off running down the halls, until finally he entered the familiar location. He came to a stop, the floor creaking beneath his feet as he did. Luckily for him he wasn’t trying to be discreet. 

“I’d say it’s exactly what it looks like, but I’m not one to judge. Alcohol wasn’t exactly my drug of choice, but if it helps-…”

Charles gave a thin smile, but it only lasted for a moment. “It didn’t use to be mine, either,” he admitted. “But, it’s a less destructive one- albeit, only by a little bit.”

“I’d offer you a seat, but, I do believe I’ve got the only one in the room,” he said. “I can, however, offer you an ear, if that’s what you’re seeking. How can I help you, David?”

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scarletcoded:

she hadn’t been paying attention when she spoke and now that she realized who it was she felt almost bad for barking so brashly. xavier was… someone that, while wanda had never spoken to him, she had ADMIRED him and his school from afar. but her brother seemed to like hellfire and she owed such a DEBT to erik… “ i apologize, “ she had more than once got lost in her own mind. 

charles’ smile became a bit more genuine, then- a kind mind among the H U M of so many others in distress. “ nothing to apologize for, ” he said, waving a hand dismissively. “ i know the value of good reading light - CHARLES. ” he extended his hand. “ i don’t believe we’ve spoken before. ” 

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magnetic-manipulation:

“I would think you’d know me better than to assume I’d go along with anything you say,” Erik replied, revealing himself from the shadows as he normally did in sketchy situations like this. In fact, if they were in any other situation, he’d be expecting to fight Charles’ precious X-Men before he could even finish what he had to say. Alas, Erik was trapped in this damn school as much as Charles was to his wheelchair… Oddly enough, it could be argued that Erik was the reason, or partly responsible, for both events.

Magneto eyed the bottle in his hands and smirked ever so slightly, “But go ahead and tell me your excuse, I’m curious about what it took to break the All-Knowing Professor X.”

Charles bit back a sigh; of course, on the night when he was looking to forget his woes, the physical embodiment of them decided to step into his life. “That’s about what I thought you’d say,” he said, head dropping to the back of his chair. Maybe if he didn’t look at Erik, he’d go away- like the Boogeyman. Was that how the Boogeyman worked? 

“It isn’t a break,” he corrected primly, drawing every ounce of composure he had. Erik didn’t get to see him broken, Charles wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. “I’m a rational adult, drinking to forget, as my age allows me, and had you been anyone but yourself, I might have been inclined to ask if you wanted to join me.” Instead, you’re an ass, he thought pointedly, even though he knew Erik couldn’t hear him- that fucking helmet gave him a headache just looking at it. “Tell me, do you sleep in that thing?”

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littlchowlctt:

laura rarely slept. every time she would close her eyes she would just see all of the bad things that had happened to her and she couldn’t stop thinking about all of the bad things that could happen because of her. she wanted to talk to someone but who would understand what she was seeing, sure logan could but she wasn’t only just starting to get close to him, the poor girl wasn’t ready to scare him away yet.

the girl raised a brow when she noticed the professor sitting alone in one of the rooms she’d found the other week.

“it looks like you stole my spot, now i have to go and find somewhere else to hide from these people.”

charles couldn't stop a smile, at that. "my house first," he reminded her, amused. "so, if we're getting technical about it, you've been stealing my spot- but, i suppose we could share, if you're not going to rat me out to hank."

he moved his chair over best he could, and gestured to the spot it left, tucking his bottle away. he had enough decorum left to know that drinking with a student around was probably a no-no. "what's keeping you up?"

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notmrblue:

Hank smiled, the sad sort of smile when you know something is out of your control but you just want to fix everything. Want to make your friends happy, end world suffering, and the like. He sat down near the professor’s feet, back against the wall next to the little cubby holed out. “I’m afraid I know you a little better than that, Charles” he said before a long sigh. “I guess your body’s rejecting the sleeping pills, or you’re not taking them.” I don’t care, I’m just trying to help, he thought quietly. “What’s it about this time?” After a brief pause of silence, he decided to go first. “We promise them safety Charles, and we can’t give it to them. I know we’re stronger together, but I’m surprised they haven’t up and quit from the torture they go through living here. I know some of them– the ones with physical mutations– this may be the only place for them. But the world is too mean for mutants today.” He wiped his cheek and gave a sheepish grin, looking over at the man who taught him what being a mutant is, who helped him hone his skills and learn to love himself. They looked pathetic as all get-go. “I may have had a drink of whiskey before finding you here.”

Charles dropped his hand to Hank’s shoulder, and passed down the bottle soon after. “If you’re not going to nag me, you should join me, at the very least,” he said, and then heaved a sigh. “It’s- what the hell are we even doing, Hank? Despite my best efforts not to pry, I can hear masses of them sometimes, so I know damn well we aren’t doing what we promised we would. It’s... it’s better than the outside world, I know, but it isn’t what we promised. I don’t know how to make it what we promised.” 

He ran a hand through his hair- funny that, having hair; after Apocalypse, that had been something else that took ages coming back. “Promise I’m taking those pills, though- they’re just... some nights are louder than others.” And the loud ones had begun to far outweigh the quiet ones, but, he didn’t want to tell Hank that. He had enough of his own burdens, and Charles hated making him carry some of his own. 

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Gentle hands creased and folded pieces of paper idly, shaping them into cranes and airplanes and bears alike. The floor and the space on the bench she sat on slowly started piling up with mounds of paper statues. Four sheets away from running out of creative ammo, she halted her folding in favor of a yawn. There was always something about the afternoon that made her so tired. Especially so, after a good meal. She quietly wondered if that made her lazy. She hoped not.

With the back of her hand, Rosie tried to rub away the drowsiness… but with no such luck. Deciding that it was probably time for a nap, she stood from her seat and smoothed out the wrinkles on her skirt. She scanned the mess she made with a sigh.

As she concentrated on the scene across her, an aura of faint purple engulfed the origami figurines. Only one, of all the figures, managed to get in mid-air. It hovered, but in her frustration, shot across her and hit an unsuspecting member of the campus community.

“Oh no.”

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Charles had been making his way-- somewhere; it had slipped his mind somewhere between pages of his book, if he was honest, so he’d mostly been ambling around the school until he either remembered, or had to go pick up a new book.

He was knocked from his thoughts when he was hit in the head, however, and his first reactions of surprise and slight annoyance faded into something closer to interest and fondness when he saw that it hadn’t just been someone launching a simple paper ball at him.

“Good aim, and better art.”

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He absolutely could be- should be- asleep right now. But, unlike his students Charles didn’t have a curfew, and like most of his students, Charles wouldn't have given much of a damn about it whether he did or not. Finding him sleeping was sort of like finding a unicorn. 

Tonight was a bit of a bad night- voices too loud, hours too long, bones too weary- so he’d found one of the hidey-holes he and Raven had cut out for themselves in their childhood (at least, one of the few he could still get in with is chair), and hidden away, settling in for a night with the bottle. 

He’d thought he was alone- but, the budding presence in the back of his mind, and the creak of a floorboard somewhere close said otherwise. 

“How likely would you be to believe me if I said ‘this isn’t what it looks like’?” 

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perfectly painted fingers ( the color ? black with one on each hand painted red ) held a book on magic & spells. she raises an eyebrow as someone steps in front of her light. it was light enough outside, but she liked the WARMTH. “ excuse me, “ she began. “ you’re kind of blocking the sun, “ she closes the book, telekinetically putting the book down beside her. “ could you please move over a little. “

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his eyebrow would have shot up, but, he did do his best not to seem surprised by much nowadays. " pardon me , " he said, nudging his chair back a bit in the grass, and smiling amicably. " i really do need to start looking where i'm parking ; you caught me in the middle of a thought. " several thoughts, really - or, rather, the process of BLOCKING them. he wasn't used to the minds of hellfire students, and it was always harder to block them out than their own. teenagers; always so loud.

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