p r o f e s s o r • x

"Mutation: it is the key to our evolution. It has enabled us to evolve from a single-celled organism into the dominant species on the planet. This process is slow, and normally taking thousands and thousands of years. But every few hundred millennia, evolution leaps forward." { INDEPENDENT PROFESSOR X RP BLOG | COMIC AND MOVIE INFLUENCE | OC & CROSSOVER FRIENDLY }

[oldfcrt-blog]

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[winkandawisecrack-blog]

                                                    “You know,                         I’ve never punched an angel,                                         but you are beggin’ for it, mate.“

[mickoymilkovich]

The ghosts that haunt the Xavier Mansion are not the spirits of the dead. Rather, they are the souls of the living. (x)

[suchbottomlessreserve-blog]

♬

send me a ♬ and a number between 1-10 and i’ll put my itunes on shuffle and skip to that number and write a starter with my favorite lyric from that song.

“We must stand together, there’s no giving in. Hand in hand forever, that’s when we all win.”

{ When We Stand Together - Nickelback }

[musingmemes]

send me a ♬ and a number between 1-10 and i’ll put my itunes on shuffle and skip to that number and write a starter with my favorite lyric from that song.

example: if you send me ♬ 7, i’ll put my itunes on shuffle, skip forward seven songs and use my favorite lyric from that song.

[suchbottomlessreserve-blog]

♪

Put a ♪ in my ask box and I’ll put my playlist on shuffle and make you a starter based on the next song that plays.

{ Deorro & Chris Brown - Five More Hours }

Charles didn’t care what time it was. He hadn’t even glanced at a clock or his watch for some hours, and he had absolutely no intention in doing so. It wasn’t too often that he took the time to enjoy himself after classes, to really let himself go for a little while without his worries or doubts clinging tightly to his foreboding heart. He topped up his glass of whiskey, filling it to the brim as he did the same to his dear brother’s glass as well, barely even noting how much was already in it.

With a warm smile settled against his features, he picked up the glass and managed to consume the majority of it in one go, only pausing to look back at Oracle and then at his drink. “We are not finishing here until this and the other bottle are entirely consumed.” He decided, gesturing to the half empty bottle of whiskey. “Drink up, it’s not even midnight yet!” Whether that was true or not, he had absolutely no idea, but for now, it just didn’t matter.

[suchbottomlessreserve-blog]

♪

Put a ♪ in my ask box and I’ll put my playlist on shuffle and make you a starter based on the next song that plays.

{ Walk the Moon - Shut Up And Dance }

For just one night Charles would ‘let his hair down’ as some might say, and it was certainly about time. The general mood of the room seemed high, good cheer thick in the air around them as people chattered away and swayed in rhythm to the music. But there was one person that the telepath hadn’t been able to take his eyes from for some time. Harry. Standing there, he’d been plotting in silence, trying to find the right reason to approach him, the right words he could possibly say to him. Then he did something that surprised even himself.

The mutant gulped down the remainder of his glass of whiskey and dragged in a deep well needed breathe. Suddenly, he marched his way across the dancefloor and playfully bowed in front of the young vampire with his hand held out in offering, the other tucked formally behind his back. “May I have the honour of this dance, Mr. Cullen?”

Put a ♪ in my ask box and I'll put my playlist on shuffle and make you a starter based on the next song that plays

[suchbottomlessreserve-blog]

“ Doctor Milbury already explained this to you. Charlie’s -- - the next big thing. The thing that comes after humanity. If he was ‘just a child’, we wouldn’t be here. Kids are resilient. Nature makes them that way. Charlie probably won’t even remember any of this. But even if he does -- - even if it hurts him -- - it’s what we signed up for. “

-- Dr. Brian Xavier about his son, Charles Xavier. X-men: Legacy, Vol 1, #211

[smartass-telepath-deactivated20]

Oracle took comfort in that, and he hoped that this other Charles was right. He adored his brother. Hopefully Charles felt the same way. 

“Charles is important to me. I definitely wouldn’t be who I am without him around.” Though Charles’ voice made him think that he didn’t exist elsewhere. Maybe there was only one of him across all the world. Time and space. Only he existed… maybe. 

Returning to the manor, Oracle unlocked the door, letting Charles inside. “I’m sure this isn’t too different from what you’re used to. So… make yourself at home.”

Of course, he took this as a chance to really freshen up. 

It really felt good to take his coat off and stretch. 

[suchbottomlessreserve-blog]

Charles could all but nod his head as he listened, inwardly rather glad that this world’s version of himself had perhaps never been quite as alone as he had, his first real and oldest friend having been Carter when he was a young boy. The pair of them would play in the grounds of the mansion, often pretending to be aeroplanes as they ran across the grass together. Sadly, however, the pair became seperated, and it wasn’t until a few years ago that the telepath learned why.

But that was another story entirely, a much darker story of his past that the Professor repeated to no one. He was a mysterious and secretive man at times, while he knew a great amount of other people’s lives, he rarely allowed the same to be said for his own.

As they approached some familarity, the mansion, which did appear somewhat similar, Charles smiled a little to himself as he stepped inside, breathing in the old wood as sky blue hues strayed the picture frames that lined the walls. “Thank you, my friend.” He replied, hands cupped behind his back as polished shoes tapped and echoed against the floorboards, although he stopped in his tracks as he observed the young mutant’s wings finally stretch free.

“Remarkable.” The man breathed, lips parted in awe. “That must be something of a relief, is it not?”

[wayward-sun-dog]

Well, he wasn’t running in fear. That helped a lot. 

“Interesting.” It was, genuinely. Maybe in other realities, her life wasn’t so terrible. After all, Charles had given her a place to live, and a family. That was important. She needed that more than anything. Her own home life had been shitty. Charles was good to her. 

“And you’re correct. I’m a friend of Charles. Have been since he was still in school.” He’d been able to find her when others didn’t, and they had been really close since. “Hope you’re ready to hike, it’s a long way to what you’re looking for.”

[suchbottomlessreserve-blog]

“Fascinating.” Charles uttered truthfully, bringing a closed hand up to his chin as he pondered this world that surrounded him, all that might be different within it, who would and wouldn’t exist. It was all rather intriguing, although he was well aware that it might be best he not know too much. But being a telepath, there was always that nagging temptation lingering in the depths of his mind. It never did cease, it was only ever restrained.

“I do believe you will find, my dear, I am rather more spry than you might think.” The Professor told Okami with a faint smile, poking a little at the comment she’d made earlier about him not being the good looking Charles. He had a feeling it had to do with both his baldness and perhaps his age as well. Although, for his actual age and events he’d been through in his life, he was actually remarkably fit.  Even when confined to his wheelchair, he had kept a stern fitness regime.

“Please, lead the way.”

[xmendaily]

And it’s born from the most human power. Hope. 

[wayward-sun-dog]

“After your dinner, yes.” 

Another day without eating, she could do of course, no worries one way or the other. Charles didn’t need to know when she ate, as long as she kept it away from the school and didn’t track blood anywhere. She tried to keep it as far from him as possible. 

“You need to let loose more often. We’ll go for a nice, long run and everything will be better than you thought.” She did like it, getting Charles out of his shell a little more, and she could go tearing through the city without a problem. Maybe they could make it to the beach, rush along the sand for a while. 

“I mean, come on… you’ve gotta smile more often.”

[suchbottomlessreserve-blog]

Charles couldn’t stop himself, he began to chuckle warmly at his dear friend’s comment about him needing to ‘let loose’ more. Although it was somewhat amusing, he knew this to be all too true. It wasn’t often that he pulled back from his work, his time was consumed by those around him rather than himself, the only time he really took a moment to relax was the short time he could manage inbetween marking or teaching when he would become engrossed within the pages of a good book.

“You don’t believe I smile enough?” That certainly made him smile as he looked to his side at Okami, giving her a playful nudge with his elbow. “Perhaps I could say the same thing to you, my friend.”

He sat up a little straighter, still facing her as he twisted his waist a little and reached out one hand to take hers. “We can work on that together, what do you say?”

[smartass-telepath-deactivated20]

Oracle huffed, moving out of his brother’s line of sight so he could get dressed and pretend he could look presentable. After all, he was nothing if not just as pretty as Charles, with more feathers and looking far more handsome. Obviously. He was perfect. Or not.

“I am a night person, Charles. You know that.” He said, buttoning his shirt once he managed to get his wings through the back. Of course, he’d need help buttoning the back as well. His clothes were a hassle, he needed to keep getting everything custom tailored because of his wings. 

Stepping out, he sighed, motioning to the buttons on the back of his shirt. “Can you give me a hand? You know I can’t reach them.”

[suchbottomlessreserve-blog]

“Yes, I do know, which is why I am trying to help you.” Charles admitted as he averted his gaze so his brother could get out of bed and ready himself for another day. As annoying as he seemed, the telepath just wanted the best for Oracle, and keeping him on the right path, however trivial it might seem, was something he would never stop doing.

Although as he was asked for a helping hand, he nodded softly and turned his head, following his gaze as he stepped across to his twin’s side. “Of course.” He beamed kindly, not even needing a moment to think about it before he was behind him fastening the buttons with great care, making sure that he didn’t tug at any feathers in the meantime.

“There is toast and cereal waiting for you downstairs if you would like it.” He added as he finished the buttons and wandered around to his front once more. “I still have a little tea left if you think you could stomach my company for a little longer?”

[xavierstea]

[smartass-telepath-deactivated20]

That was unexpected. Oracle couldn’t believe of a world where he didn’t have Charles, or Charles didn’t have him. They had been equally annoying and inseparable, even if they had been one one another’s nerves more than once. Still, as long as this Charles wasn’t a problem, he would be okay. 

“We are, yes. If it weren’t for the difference in mutation, people would never be able to tell us apart.” And his was very noticeable compared to Charles’, that’s why he favored large overcoats and bigger clothes when he went outside. He checked behind him to make sure he wasn’t leaving a trail of feathers. 

“It’s weird to think there’s a world where I don’t have Charles with me.” 

[suchbottomlessreserve-blog]

Charles couldn’t help but sigh a little in thought. Was this jealousy that ran through his veins? That his counterpart had grown up with someone by his side? Someone different like him, someone who could reassure him that he wasn’t losing his mind, to shield him from the cold words of children and others around him as he grew up. Or even just to have someone there when he felt like the world was crumbling around him, a brother he could embrace when he had felt completely and utterly alone.

"I’m quite sure your brother would feel exactly the same way.” The elder mutant said with confidence, knowing already that having Oracle would make the telepath different to him, perhaps a little more compassionate where the visiting Charles had grown to become much more guarded and perhaps a little more ruthless when it came down to certain matters.

The Professor was no Saint, and despite what so many in his world believed, he knew that, and he made no excuses or attempts to say otherwise. He did only one thing, what he truly believed was best.

[wayward-sun-dog]

If this was supposed to be Charles, maybe only one of them had any sense of basic deductive reasoning. 

The great creature stepped back again, taking care to not crush anything around her. It would be hard to get things done like this. She needed to ensure that this Charles was not going to pose a threat. She had not only this forest, but a very special visitor kept hidden away in the depths. And she needed to keep him safe.

So she changed. 

To her, the change was quick, not painless but quick, and the beast was no more, just a young woman with a torn ear, eyeing the other man with a fair degree of suspicion. 

“I’m going to guess that I do not exist where you come from.”

[suchbottomlessreserve-blog]

As she began to change before his very eyes, the telepath could do little else but watch with fascination as her form shifted and transformed, reducing her to a more managable stature that he recognised from the minds of others instantly. She was who he had seen, the young woman this dimension’s Charles had last been seen with. Now it was all making a bit more sense.

“I really wouldn’t be able to tell to you for sure, I’m afraid. I know certainly that our paths have never crossed, not yet anyway, although that doesn’t for a moment mean that you don’t exist there at all.” The telepath admitted thoughtfully, genuinely beginning to wonder whether she did or not. He may have a little look once he returned to quench his ever present human curiosity.

“I imagine that here events are somewhat different. Would I be correct in presuming that you are a friend of this world’s young Charles Xavier?”