#prefertobecalledprofessor

[fryordie]

@prefertobecalledprofessor  | small starters

“Why are they monitoring us?” Neck craned, he stares up at the camera recording their containment cell, located in some off the record, unnamed security facility run by SHIELD. “Don’t they know that either of us has at their disposal the means to break free from these confines?”

[superiorvengeance]

@prefertobecalledprofessor 

The old telepath shook his head from side to side, arms brought up from his hips to cross tightly across his chest. “No, that’s not the lesson here.” He uttered with a sense of frustration in his tone, stubbornly unwilling to just let the matter slide.

A slow breath passed through gently parted lips as Erik readjusted in his seat across from the professor. “Isn’t the great thing about being a professor the wonders of letting a student take what they’ve learned and find their own personal meanings to it?” Of course Erik was not one of Charles’ students and this was not simply reading a passage of Byron and finding a personal connection to the words. A moment passed before Erik leant forward over his knees and interlaced his fingers in front of him. “Tell me old friend, what precisely is the lesson here?”

[fryordie]

@prefertobecalledprofessor [from x]

Arms folded in front of his chest, Thor’s jaw slid open a fraction upon being corrected. What knowledge this man had to share about the subject would surely make for amusing entertainment. He had already known the residents of Midgard had long ago invented their own version of his people’s history. It would be interesting to learn what remained of the myths chronicled still held a fraction to truth to them in this day and age.        “Oh, is that right? In that case, if you could spare the time, I would be grateful if you could share with me a sampling of what you have thus far learned of the gods.”

[xmarksthescott]

@prefertobecalledprofessor x

“I promise you, Scott, the feeling is entirely mutual.”

  ❛  still, it is a little weird seeing you in jean philippe’s body... ❜

[twelvetm]

░▒▓  sc  //  @prefertobecalledprofessor

‘  i  can  FEEL  you  poking  around  in  my  head  .  get  out  of  there  right  now  .  ’

[fryordie]

@prefertobecalledprofessor​ | continued from: x

His search for shelter had unfortunately come at a time when tensions were on the rise, sides being taken on a matter that had divided support and split up allies. Preoccupied with his own slew of concerns, unlike the others Thor had been late to learn the news of discontent forming between both Avengers and X-Men alike, a gap in knowledge that leads to him arriving at the telepath’s doorstop to a frigid reception.

But it seemed that at least for now the professor remained malleable, still one to offer support when his fellow Avengers were in the process of preparing for war-- an outright exceptional being from a race often defined by their mistakes. “Thank you.” Heaping platitudes at Xavier’s feet, relief sags his shoulders, height halving as he found his seat and resumes sitting for at least a little while longer.

“Though I suspect such sentiments are not shared by all who reside here.” He could usually take unwelcoming receptions in stride, few questions ask as to what had motivated their spite in the first place. “I think it would be in everyone’s best interests if I don’t prolong my stay more than necessary.”

[fryordie]

“I’m giving you my professional opinion.”

[defenders meme] | @prefertobecalledprofessor

With a hand clasped around his mouth, Thor nods several times to show he had understood, each dip and raise of head minute in its movements. Something was vexing the thunderer, but what the specifics of the matter entailed he had been hesitant to share. Still, it was enough that the sense of calm his mere presence encouraged had vanished, presenting the other with a god of thunder no longer sure in all that he had known.

“Which have been words that I am both grateful to receive and highly appreciative of.” Offering his thanks in all but the most direct of ways for what had to be the third time this day, he lowers his hand and clasps the front of his knee with it. For the first time in a long while, the path ahead him of remained cloudy and indistinct. Asgard was gone and with it his sense of direction in life. Or so he had managed to convince himself, at least.

“To that end would you be able to provide a few days shelter to an old wanderer such as myself? I...would rather some time alone to think than reconnect with the Avengers for now.”