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Post by Namacub95 on Sept 21, 2011 16:44:37 GMT -5
James Xaiver - Kitexa
Emily Clearwater - Namacub95
Set in Kitexa's Dark X-Men AU.
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This wasn't supposed to be happening. Her vision was swimming...she was vaguely aware of something making a pathetic sputtering noise. What was going on? She knew something was going wrong...something had happened when she was entering this universe.
The ground rushed up to meet her and she slumped in an heap on the gravel. Hands curled into fists...it felt like she'd been punched in the gut and them spun around until she couldn't distinguish between sky and earth.
This had never happened before...something had gone wrong. Horribly wrong.
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Post by Kitexa on Sept 21, 2011 17:11:44 GMT -5
It was just a whisper. A faint murmur of a word that had James been properly focused on his studies he may have overlooked it. But as it was, hevwas up I'm the library, setting aside his algebra books in favor of a little personal research. Engaging, yes, but it was during such activities his thoughts would wander and his mind open; touching the consciences of the occasional passeryby and gaining him access to information he'd sometimes wish he hadn't learned.
But this.....
....this wasn't a string of conscious memories....this was just one word.one quiet, little breath of a word that somehow, summed up exactly what he'd been thinking: Wrong
Wrong? he'd called bavk, perplexed at this sudden, enexpected voice, What's wrong? What are you talking about?. Assuming it WAS a "you" and not a "what"; science fiction did wonders for the imagination.
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Post by Namacub95 on Sept 21, 2011 17:20:08 GMT -5
She remained slumped on the gravel. Her head was pounding but her vision was slowly returning to normal. She felt horrible. She struggled to push herself up into a more comfortable sitting position.
The she heard it:
Wrong? What's wrong? What are you talking about?
She jumpped at the unknown voice invading her thoughts. Her immediate thoughy was to close of her mind. Put up her shields against this invadir into her mind. Her mind was her's and her's alone. No one was allowed to peer into the depths of over two millenia of memories and thoughts.
Who's there? she returned defensively What do you want?
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Post by Kitexa on Sept 21, 2011 17:32:25 GMT -5
So it WAS a "who."
a defensive "who" but still...no killer robots or little green men to worry about.
Unless the "who" WAS a....and he was thinking too hard about this.had life taught him nothing? You want answers, go find yourself answers. Don't ask stupid quiestions nobody's going to answer.
He steadied himself, closing the photo album he'd been sifting through and properly tapped his left hand to his temple. James. He stated simply, sending each word carefully as he thought them, I'm James.. Simple, but simplicity often worked best here. Don't ask the questions. Let the questions come to you.
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Post by Namacub95 on Sept 21, 2011 17:39:04 GMT -5
James. I'm James.
She found the strength to push herself to her feet, feeling relatively back to normal minus a pounding headache. Her brown hair had managed to come undone from it's tight braid. She must look a state. Her grey eyes searched the area...trying to find whoever was mentally speaking to her.
There was no one around but her.
Where are you? I don't see anyone around... she asked Where am I? What date is it?
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Post by Kitexa on Sept 21, 2011 17:52:46 GMT -5
What date was it? What an odd thing to ask.
It's September twenty-seventh He replied, perplexed still by the statement. Why would she want to...? Unless she was drunk? Couldn't memory loss be attributed to drunkenness?
As to where she was...
Closing his eyes, he narrowed his telepathic runway, trying to pinpoint her mind enough to step inside, see the world through her eyes and give a better response....
....but that proved too difficult for reasons the young telepat couldn't distinguish? So instead, he focused on the former question: I'm up in the library--well, our library. The Xavier institue for the gifted. That's how I can read your thoughts....whoever you are. I'm a telepath.
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Post by Namacub95 on Sept 21, 2011 18:05:15 GMT -5
September twenty-seventh...it was the date but she was rather hoping for a year as well.
Then she felt something pressing against her mind. Without hesitation she threw up a sheild to protect herself. She still didn't know if this James could be trusted, not with her mind at least. For a few moments she could still feel him pressing against her shield...as if looking for any way to invade but soon he stopped and she lowered her sheild in time to catch some of his words.
...library...Xaiver Institute for the gifted. That's how I can read your thoughts...whoever you are. I'm a telepath.
A telepath? That explained it. She glanced at the building behind her. So that's where he was. Somewhere inside.
Jane Doe she said, giving her alias rather than her true name...it was more a habit than anything I'm Jane Doe...so I'm not trespassing if I come inside...I'm a little lost.
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Post by Kitexa on Sept 21, 2011 18:13:43 GMT -5
No, not at all.
Admittedly, he hadn't been expecting her to be so close (although it made sense; he couldn't project his telepathy very far abd wouldn't have been able to touch her thughts if she'd been further away). The identity of his myseterious conversationalist intrigued him, despite masking her true name. Had he been his mother, or one of the others, he might have held cause for alarm, but James had grown tired of their paranoid behavior and besides which, he'd never been one to judge.
Scooping up the stack of books sprawled across the table, the young man made quick haste in returning them to their place on the bookshelf, and made his way towards the door.
In fact, I'll meet you at the front.
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Post by Namacub95 on Sept 21, 2011 18:26:15 GMT -5
He was meeting her out front then? Fair enough. She wasn't going to argue with James. She was lucky he was going to help her...she was sure that if he had been more paranoid then she'd probably be in an entirely different, possibly hostile, situation.
Her grey eyes went from the building and a glint caught her eye. She moved forward to see it was her time and space device. To her horror the orange button had been cracked right down the centre, revealling the delicate looking machinery inside. A shock of panic went through her system. If the device was broken then she would be stuck here...possibly forever.
She turned the device over in her hands. It was not good. Dents marred the surface and the metal was badly scratched...whatever had happened on arriving to this universe it had certainly done a number on the device. Things were definately not looking good.
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Post by Kitexa on Sept 21, 2011 18:38:40 GMT -5
He'd been waiting for a few minutes by the door, debating whether to open it or wait for a knock or a ring. Curiousity killed the cat as they said, and he didn't want to appear to eager to greet this Jane Doe, whomever she might be. Then again, he HATED waiting for anything, and with one click of the door handle he wouldn't have to.
Boredom vs politeness.
Boredom.
His hand found the latch without even looking down--fifteen years behind these walls will do that--and with the subtlest of noise he pressed down and pulled the wooden door back towards him. Once it had stationed itself against the carpet, the young telepath stepped out onto the front step, golden-yellow eyes scanning the area for anyone who might..
Wait
There...a little ways away....was that...?
"Hey!" He called out, substituting telepathy with his vocal chords, "Are you Jane doe??"
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Post by Namacub95 on Sept 22, 2011 14:26:38 GMT -5
At the sound of a voice, Emily quickly turned and hid the device behind her back. Her grey eyes met a pair of golden ones. So this was James? He looked around the same age she was...a teenager.
"Yeah...that's me." she said brushing a strand of her brown hair from her eyes "It's pretty safe to say that you're James then."
She took a couple of tentative steps forward, she was still airing on the side of caution. This telepath could break into her mind at any second should he choose to...she didn't want anyone in her mind. She had too many secrets.
"Nice to meet you...face to face."
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Post by Kitexa on Sept 22, 2011 17:23:12 GMT -5
James smiled at her-now that it evidently clear she was NOT an extraterrestrial invasion come to call. "You too" He answered after a few moments of silent observation. She was...well, as young as she sounded, but he hadn't expected quite this young. She looked what--fifteen? Sixteen? Somewhere around there. Which, while being a little surprising, wasn't a bad thing at all; there weren't NEARLY enough kids around here his age.
James, you're getting lost in thought again
Ah.
Right.
"So...'Jane' right?" He started again, extending a hand to the gray-eyed girl. "Welcome to the Xavier Institute."
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Post by Namacub95 on Sept 22, 2011 17:31:55 GMT -5
Emily glanced at James's outstretched hand, her eyes jumpped to his face for a second and after a few seconds she took it. She hadn't interacted with anyone her own age in millenia...it felt awkward and yet nice at the same time. Granted, she wasn't going to just spill everything to James just yet. She needed to know of she could trust him first. She thought she detcted a hint of surprise in his face but passed it off. He may have just expected her to look different or something similar.
"Thanks. This place seems nice...it must be great living here. Do your parents live here too? Or is it like a school?" she asked curiously. So far, the only person she had seen or heard was James.
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Post by Kitexa on Sept 22, 2011 17:37:09 GMT -5
(XD;;; and noooow I ship them. DAMMIT TANI XDDDD)
For one split, sliver of a second, James stiffened, not expecting (although he SHOULD have--given his age and apparent independence) her to ask about his parents. Not that it was her fault of course--just a girl wondering about her host, which was perfectly natural and he should treat it as such, complicated a topic though it WAS. "My mother is. She's one of the "heads" of this place. My father...." Say something "....This used to be his. The estate, I mean. That's his name "Xavier" in the title. But he's....gone now, so mom the others run it by themselves."
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Post by Namacub95 on Sept 22, 2011 17:47:18 GMT -5
(It's alright! I'm kinda shipping them too! Jamily!)
"Oh..." Emily realized too late that she had touched on a hard subject. Her grey eyes dropped to the ground as James explained and after a few minutes she found the courage to look at him again. She felt horrible for digging up a topic that James found upsetting.
"I'm sorry." she apologized "I didn't know...I'm sorry."
Her eyes went down again, her cheeks turning faintly pink from embarassment. She had only just met James and already she'd made a fool of herself.
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