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>> ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪᴢᴇ﹕ ʀᴇᴍʏ

“You sure do believe a lot of things, non? I’m legal to drink, mon ami. Check my file.”

"Yes, you may be legal to drink, but drinking during school hours is still prohibited."

>> ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪᴢᴇ﹕ ʀᴇᴍʏ

“Oh, dis? No clue. It just fell outta da sky and landed in my hand. Couldn’t let it go to waste.”

"Is that so? I believe you may certainly let it go to waste considering it is on school grounds in the middle of the day."

"And I also believe you'll be giving it up now."

#cajuncardthrower

Does your carpet match your drapes?

... Sigh.

#Anonymous

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Telepathic Skills First Class // Charles and Rachel

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>> ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪᴢᴇ﹕ ʀᴀᴄʜᴇʟ

Rachel sees the knitting of his brows, and knows she should have prepared better for this introduction. She should have tried putting up stronger mental shields. But, then again what was the point of stressing over it? She wasn’t going to lie to Charles, and she hadn’t lied when she was asked questions before she joined the school; She’d given SHEILD less than they had wanted, but she’d given them her full name, which as far as she was conserved was enough. And the whole point of taking this class was to learn how to use her abused telepathic skills. It wasn’t anyone in this reality’s fault that the thought of using her powers, beyond what it takes to play with Catseye, scares her. She smiles brighter at Charles. “Thank you, my mom taught me when I was little. They’re…calming.”

“Yeah, I’m here for your class.” Rachel nods, toying with her bottom lip between her teeth. There was a time she had a different name for a man with his name, and it hurts her and feels as strange as it always does to meet someone for the first time that she already knows.

She looks down at the stars on her desk and runs a hand through her hair as she looks back up at him and introduces herself. “I’m Rachel Summers.”

Charles kept his eyes on her with a calm demeanor about himself, simply ghosting across her features with his gaze. She reminded him of Jean, though younger… different. His hand went to his face, fingers curled at his top lip in thought with a smile still visible beneath. “Calming indeed.” He nodded, eyes falling down to another star sitting out in his view.

He could still tell her worries, even if he wasn’t meaning to take in her emotions. It was simply one of those things he couldn’t ignore. Despite that, her body language was painting him a picture as well. He gave a smile at the sound of her being one of the few students in his class, hands dropping to his lap, “I’m happy to hear that.” He waited patiently as she ducked her head before giving her introduction.

Her name confirmed his suspicions, but he can’t say that it made it any easier to hold back his reaction. His face was surprised though he was attempting to remain calm in her presence. It all fell away with his mouth dropped open for words that he’d yet to think of to spill out. There were many, many questions rolling through his head at such a speed that it was impossible to know where to start.

“Rachel Summers... with relation to Scott Summers?”

#rachelasummers

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Telepathic Skills First Class // Charles and Rachel

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>> ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪᴢᴇ﹕ ʀᴀᴄʜᴇʟ

She doesn’t jump, just freezes half way through an origami star, and glances in his direction. She looks down at the pile of blue paper stars. Rachel remembered covering a card in paper stars for Charles’ birthday when she was seven. She turns her head to meet his eyes. He’s younger than she ever knew him—not him another man with the same name, with the same face, and she hopes, more than anything, not with the same fate. She’s not going to cry, not now, maybe after when she’s alone in her room. Seeing Charles, makes her heart hurt, maybe even worse than first seeing Scott and Jean did, she didn’t expect the sudden sad feeling that washes over her. The death of her own Charles Xavier had been etched on her nine-year-old mind. She could remember it down the slightest details. They’d dragged her kicking and screaming from his lifeless body as she fought not to leave him. It was the first traumatic event she’d experienced, but it wasn’t the last. Rachel closes her eyes, with a wince, realizing she’s probably just projected all of that, the emotions, if not the memories themselves. She can’t tell what. After all she doesn’t know how to shield her mind yet. She opens her eyes and looks at Charles. He thinks her stars are pretty, and that makes her smile.

“They are thank you.”

Charles took a moment of pause when he felt an oddly strong wave of emotion wash over him, knitting his brows together though not snooping quite far enough to get at what her central problem was. He brushed it aside to hide the fact he felt anything at all, smiling at the girl with as much kindness he could muster up. She looked like a sweet child... but familiar. She looked familiar in many ways that he was letting his thoughts drift toward, but didn't want to mention right as he met her. He moved closer, hand reaching out and taking a small star in his hand to examine it for a moment before placing it exactly where he'd found it.

"You're welcome. I adore these little stars, they're a favorite of mine. You're very talented, being able to make them so easily."

"I believe you're here for my class, correct? I don't think you'd pick my classroom of all places to take refuge. However, I wouldn't mind if you were doing so. Nevertheless, I'm Charles Xavier. What is your name?"

#rachelasummers

>> ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪᴢᴇ﹕ ᴊᴜʟɪᴀɴ

“Yeah, I’ve heard it all before, I saved everyone. That matters to me sure, but while I had everyone’s back, nobody had mine. My shield falls and that’s it, one shot fired and I’m down and out. Then you let him take my fucking powers? That’s…. I need them. I can’t use them, can’t feel them, they’re just gone. Who lets someone do something like that?” The young teen is practically in tears now, the true issue at hand revealing itself.

“I have to pay someone to help me go to the bathroom and bathe, I know you know what that’s like there Xavier. I guarantee you were as mad as I was when you lost your legs, right? You know what I’m going through, so don’t act like you don’t because you’ve come out the other side of it. You have your powers, I don’t.”

Julian completely avoids eye contact when waiting for the door to open, looking up, just above Xavier the whole time. His jaw is tightened, the urge to break down very close to taking over, but he maintains a stiff upper lip in the face of having to ask for help. When the door opens he pushes through it, exiting with haste.

"Just because you've heard it all before doesn't mean it's any less true, Julian." Charles looked at him as if trying to break down that wall between them. "There are those that are grateful for what you did, I'm sure of that." He looked astonished at his accusation of the supposed thing he let Scott do to him. "I was never here when the accident happened, let alone give orders to allow someone to do this to you. I'm not pushing the blame off onto other people---least of all my own student, but I know you're going through a lot of pain."

Oh, he knew there was pain. He knew that better than many people though he would never say he had it the worst. His gaze began to flicker between the eyes of the young man, noticing how the tears were welling up in his eyes. "I came out on the other side, yes, but I also allowed people to help me. You're refusing to let those who offer you help in. I know you have every right to be furious, but it needs to be rage directed at making your situation better for your own self than trying to take it out on everyone around you. That is one thing I've learned that I hope you take into consideration."

He said nothing as Julian stormed out, gently placing his forehead in his hand with a heavy sigh heaving from his lips. Nothing was spoke for a long while, not having anyone there to speak them to in the first place. He gently raised his hand, closing the door and resting back in his chair.

... That poor boy.

#hewearsshortshorts #// -walks in 30 years late with tea-#// also i know this is p much the end of the thread but i did it anyway

✓✖↕

✖ - a repressed memory

In the heat of the hot, dry summer, even the most specially designed military boots felt as if they were weighed down by lead bricks at the soles. Charles took a rag to his head, the sweat glistening off the top of it in the sun while it also appeared to be turning more red each time he decided to remove his hat. A fan of Israel weather he was not. Perhaps it was time he went and got some sort of sunblock if he were to continue to stay outside. However, that was where his post was. He scuffed up dust under his boot as another bead of sweat rolled down the side of his head. “Damned heat…” He spoke with a gruff throat, soothing it with a swig of water as he rocked back on his heels.

Rolling his shoulders, he heard an audible pop that brought a bit of a smile to his face. “There we go, I’ve been trying at that all day.” He turned his attention to the man next to him—who had been looking patient as ever. Even his hair was starting to turn white from waiting for long. Whether that had been Charles’ own sarcastic exaggeration or not, it was for him to truly ever know. “What were you saying?” He questioned, rubbing his face over the same rag in his hand before replacing it in his back pocket. He’d made a friend of this man early in his tour, finding him good company even if he could be quite a distraction. That was all on the fault of Charles a majority of the time. He’d sought out the older man to lock him into a topic. It seemed that he’d gotten him to care enough to hold an interesting conversation most of the time. “Max, I really think you and I should meet some time when I’m not going to drop over from this weather, you know. You must know someplace we can run over to and grab a bite to eat before I’m needed.” He wrinkled his nose back with a smile as his request was denied by his friend. “You’re truly no fun at all. You don’t want to talk about genetics over a bottle of scotch?”

He went to take another drink—quickly having it knocked from his hands and onto the ground as the atmosphere around him began to swirl. He blinked free the momentary haze he found clouding his vision, bolting away from the wall he was perched next to with a call for Max to stay put. Going to replace his hat on his head, it slipped from his grasp and kicked up the dirt behind him as he ran toward the sound of gunfire. Charles ducked down behind a solid fence, hand playing for the gun at his side as he listened to the frantic calls of both citizens and soldiers alike. His mind jumped from person to person as he tried to piece together some semblance of reason behind the hysteria. A glimpse of a mother worried about her child, a foggy scrap of attempted strategic thought from one of his fellow soldiers…

A crystal clear image of the thoughts of a man aiming his gun right at the back of some bald bastard’s head.

Charles allowed his eyes to snap open in that split second where he realized what was happening. He jumped from his position crouched down near the ground just as he heard the sound of a gun being fired directly behind him. The pain was there and gone in a flash along with any coherent thought in his head. He’d stood up just enough to be sent back down to the dirt with his hands freeing the gun from their grasp and locking onto the base of his spine. A pained scream echoed from his mouth with a mental call for help resonating out. His eyes grew more and more blurry with blackness beginning to set in at the corners, the sound of more gunfire going off as the gun in front of him seemed to fly out of sight.

He felt a hand on his shoulder as he fell forward with his face against the ground, mouth filled with the dust that rose up. The words in his head tried to project themselves from his throat though he only managed to catch a faint, shaking image of the friend he’d commanded to stay put back at the wall trying to move him away.

#Anonymous #// I'm gonna do the others in separate posts I think

>> ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪᴢᴇ﹕ ᴊᴇᴀɴ

Jean didn’t want to fight with him over the fact that she was only out of Observation because they had forgotten her. If she acted out or had the Phoenix rear is ugly head she had no doubt in her mind that they would stick her right where she came from. “It’s fine. I understand where you’re coming from, Professor. I’m just frustrated that there’s things going on in my own head that I can’t understand or control. I want to work it out. The other night, Scott came to my room and asked me to help him remove some blocks. I had to use the Phoenix, and it made me realize that I should do it too. I just don’t trust myself fully.”

Despite technicalities, Charles wasn't keen on getting Jean shoved back into Observation if it wasn't completely called for. He'd much rather have her out here though his access to the school allowed him to visit her regardless if she was pulled back under watch. One eyebrow lofted curiously at the information that she'd been going through blocks with Scott. He wanted to warn that what she was doing sounded horribly dangerous, but at least she'd come to him for her additional clean-up work. He exhaled in a sigh, looking at her once more. "Allow me to help you, then."

#redheadedphoenix

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Telepathic Skills First Class // Charles and Rachel

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>> ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪᴢᴇ﹕ ʀᴀᴄʜᴇʟ

Rachel was nervous about taking Telepathic Skills. She hadn’t used her telepathic powers with few people. She could use her telepathy without much problem, but it was weaker than her telekinesis because Rachel willingly repressed it and because others had repressed and manipulated it. There were deep reasons for why Rachel chose not to use her telepathy. None of those reasons were ones Rachel had shared with anyone. Why was she doing this? Was it because of Sharon? But Emma was also taking this class, so Sharon would be fine, maybe a bit board, but she’d be okay. Then again having Sharon there helped to make it seem a bit easier to handle, or a distraction if she couldn’t handle it. Sharon made it easier, but deep down Rachel wanted to learn how to use her telepathy even if she didn’t want to use it, she needed to know how, even to have a better telepathic mental block. It was an afternoon class, so Rachel had at least gotten sleep during the morning. She was still surprised to find that the classroom was empty. Looking at the clock told her why; because she was twenty-five minutes early. If she wasn’t so nervous she might have found that funny. Rachel didn’t trust herself to go back to her room because once there she didn’t think she would be able to convince herself to come back. Rachel chose a desk in the far corner near the window. She had a notebook and pen with her that she’d stuck a few pages of blue, green, and yellow construction paper and a small zip-top bag to put the little paper stars she made in until she got back to her room. They gave her something to focus on other than the uneasiness in her belly. She tore off a long strip of blue paper, content to make them until someone got there.

Charles had been looking forward to his Telepathic Skills class-- as it quite literally the task he was most suited for teaching with quite obvious reasons. It was a small class with some students in which he wasn't very sure why they were attending due to the fact he wasn't sure they were truly telepathically inclined similar to those he knew in fact possessed the powers. He would inquire about that when everyone arrived, however. Returning back from his morning's events, he hadn't been expecting anyone to be in class as of yet. He certainly wasn't expecting to see the back of a student's head sitting down already. She seemed somewhat calm sitting there---relaxed, or perhaps concentrated on her work. Despite being so concentrated, there was also an uneasiness about her under the calm external feeling.

He rolled into the room, keeping as quiet as he had been coming down the hallway. Approaching her from the side, he took a look at what she had found herself occupying her free time prior to class with. He spoke up with no warning, keeping only a few feet back in case he did manage to startle her. It wouldn't be the first time he accidentally got smacked by a student like that.

"Those are very pretty."

#rachelasummers

>> ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪᴢᴇ﹕ ʟᴏᴋɪ

“Human genetic mutation. OBVIOUSLY. Is that not what you study and teach, Professor?”

“It is rather interesting how TIME has the tendency to CHANGE instinct and abilities. Do you not agree that your race is unstable as it is? Why do you waste your time teaching and training children who are merely going to disobey and rebel the FIRST MOMENT you turn your back? It is rather ASTONISHING how this realm still hands in one piece.”

"You're looking to research ALL of genetic mutation? Foolish, if you're trying to find it all in one book, but yes. That is indeed what my life's work has led me here to teach."

"Genetics are a fickle thing and so are people. That's what sets them apart from other races, don't you think? Constantly changing. . . evolving." He tilted his head to look Lok over, "There is an amount of fate you must put into people and hope that it might spark something better than rebellion and hatred. Your view of this realm must expand beyond what you currently believe."

#illusixnisms

Have you ever telepathically convinced people you were not naked when you actually were... because... I don't know... I heard that was a thing telepaths do.

“I’m not quite sure you’re spending your time around the right telepaths. I can assure you I’ve never attempted such a thing.”

#Anonymous

How often do you read people's minds without their consent?

“Never.”

#Anonymous

#anon night

>> ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪᴢᴇ﹕ ᴊᴜʟɪᴀɴ

Julian may not act like he paid attention, but Gamora’s class was actually one of his favorites. While he didn’t have the powers or skills to live in space, it was something he could always fantasize about. He was a high achiever, though he hid it well, and he’d be damned if he let anyone get in his way of actually being the best he can be; even without his hands.

“Yeah?” he questions bitterly. “You think I did the best I could? Wrong. I followed orders to a T and it cost me my hands. Then your precious little man-child student Cyclops took my powers when I was in the hospital,” he spat. “You think I like having my hands gone? You think I like trying to recover without my powers too? I have to let people dress me, feed me, write for me, help me with everything because I don’t know how to use my fucking powers anymore. That’s the one-eyed fuck’s fault. He owns that, and you own him.”

Julian didn’t like blowing up like that, but a history of doing so with authority figures just to get some attention lead him unable to break the habit. He’d all but sued Scott when he’d spoken with him, now was his turn to blow up on the man that created the monster. “His plan cost me my hands, and I’ll never forgive him for that. Give me back my powers that he blocked or you’ll sure as shit regret it when I get them back and come back looking for the two of you.”

He turns and walks away, realizing the door was closed and he’d be unable to open it. Shit. He has to swallow his pride, after all of that and either fumble with the handle with his stubbed-wrists, or get the man he’d just cursed out to open it for him.

“Can you get that?” he asks with as much attitude as he can muster.

"And if you had not followed orders and caused dozens of people to be killed?" Charles kept his gaze level with the obviously perturbed student, listening to him give his argument against those who has supposedly done him wrong. He understood the anger that came hand-in-hand, the rage that pent up within oneself. However, he also knew there was a point in which one needed to stop blaming those at fault and start trying to make it better for their self.

The profanities made hadn't even caused him to flinch, just watch carefully as he waited for Julian to finish. "I do not own anyone." He calmly stated, hands folded on his lap. He was no stranger to violent outbursts and there was a guarantee that it would not be his last. Julian's threat fell upon deaf ears, just causing the telepath to move his chair once he was asked to open the door.

Moving his chair over to reach for the knob, Charles paused and looked up at the boy. "I can get that, yet you've given me no reason to comply to your wishes. I don't expect many people to continue helping you if you plan on shouting at them." His hand rested on the knob before turning it and pulling in open for Julian to leave.

"I will not slam it shut behind you."

#hewearsshortshorts

>> ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪᴢᴇ﹕ ᴊᴇᴀɴ

“You say that, but you do understand that I’m fresh out of Observation, right? I don’t even know if they realize I didn’t go back when everyone transferred after the Civil War.” Jean paused. “The Phoenix took down most of the walls in my head, but I think you and I should go through and remove the rest. I’d rather do it on my own terms.”

"I'm fully aware, but you are in fact out of Observation---" Perhaps he was a tad more anxious to jump back into working with Jean, though it might be due to the fact he was more eager to learn the reasons behind everything that happened. It was all fascinating albeit... extremely dangerous, he already knew that well. Of course, it was important that they worked around her terms for now. "I'm sorry, I know that must have sounded brash, we need to do what is best for you now. I am here to help you whatever way you see fit."

"... How are you feeling, Jean?"

#redheadedphoenix

gambits-ace-of-spades

Happy Father’s Day.

#➦ ᴠɪsᴀɢᴇ;;#➦ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ;;

emcraldoath

Telepathic Defence || Open

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>> ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪᴢᴇ﹕ sᴄᴏᴛᴛ

ofmutantsandmen

Scott takes his seat by Xavier’s desk in their Telepathic Defence class. Since it was a small enough class, and seeing how some people might have the tendency to pass out, they were sitting on the floor on padded mats, just to ensure no one was injured.

He wasn’t entirely sure what Xavier had planned for their first lesson, as he hadn’t cared to share the lesson plan of the day with him, his teaching aid. Scott had a seat next to him, saved for Jean, for when she arrived; if she arrived. Although neither of them had spoken today, they had each had a strange tendency towards skipping the odd class here and there lately. Whatever the case, he was actually looking forward to stepping up in his role as a teacher’s aid today. When the Professor eventually rolls in, Scott stands up to greet him, only to return promptly to take his seat.

“Good morning everyone, most of you know me already but my name is Scott Summers. I’ll be assisting the Professor in teaching this course as an aid, and with creating assignments and overseeing them while we traverse the mind. Now, I believe Professor Xavier has a few words for you all.”

Charles had been well aware of his class roster before he'd entered the room. He’d committed it to memory---whether that be for its ease of access or due to the fact that some of the names on the list were more intriguing. He’d become acquainted with some of the newer names and also saw his familiar students reappearing in the form of his current teaching aid and otherwise. That was enough to make him smile even if he was still unsure of how his teaching was going to play out in this new setting. He made himself comfortable at the front of the room after Scott's greeting, having to look down at his students for a moment. Their appearances had matched the natures each of them exhibited on a psionic level.

Of course he hadn't shared his plans with Scott---then he'd have time to prepare for what was coming. It was a good example for the students to have him as blind as possible to each situation and also rather good training for Scott himself. "Yes. Thank you, Scott." He nodded in the boy's direction as he moved a tad forward. "First and foremost, I would like to welcome you all personally. I believe each of you will find this a very interesting learning experience---both mentally and physically. As a warning, I would like each of you to know that telepathic endeavors involve deep excursions into the mind. We will build your psychic defenses from the ground up until you may reliably block incoming waves of psionic activity with some moderate skill. I promise you that there will be no talk of any unwarranted information that may come up in this class and I ask that each of you do the same. The mind can be a fickle place with many secrets, but I will not be venturing farther than what is required to teach you all."

His attention turned to Scott for a moment, "There are morals that come with being a telepath---morals that I have worked to upkeep since I developed my powers as a boy. I pledged that promise to my previous students years ago and I am sure they may vouch for me when I say that you are indeed in good hands. However, it is my duty to help you all to defend yourselves from those who do not follow the same guidelines I have set for myself."

#notlasers

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