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Post by Kitexa on Dec 17, 2011 10:41:49 GMT -5
(I had to XD It fits so well..)
Kitexa: James Xavier
Nama: Emily Clearwater
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"Now his love`s a memory
A ghost in the fog
He sets the sails one last time
Saying farewell to the world
Anchor to the water
Seabed far below
Grass still in his feet
And a smile beneath his brow"
~Nightwish
When he was a boy, his mother used to wonder why he spent most of his time in the library; why he preferred shuffling through pages of a book instead of running touchdowns outside like other little boys his age.
Part of that could be attributed to his uncles; poisoning his young mind with science fiction at an early age, but much of it too came from his constant desire to learn. To put the pieces of the world together to better understand how it worked.
When he grew older, that desire morphed into a biting curiosity towards his own heritage.
More specifically; his father.
James had never known his father. A bright, promising telepath like himself, Charles Xavier had up and left his family and his school fifteen years prior, during a controversial mission in Cuba in 1963. While there were several explanations floating around, the youner Xavier had always felt...something wasn't quite right. To sway to the enemy side in a few short months after years of working towards human-mutant equality was...unexpected. Surprising. Suspicious.
He'd tried questioning his mother, his uncles, anyone he could, but always the answer was the same: "You're too young to understand."
And for a while, maybe he was.
Until that one night....that one night he'd happened to be in the right place at the right time and had run into the very topic of questioning himself.
And then...then James Xavier understood. He understood better than anyone.
Dammit, he thought, sweeping a hand through his bangs. His brow furrowed in frustration, staring hard at the bookshelves lining the walls, there's got to be SOMETHING here I can use to back up what I saw... A journal, photo tucked away--even a newspaper article...anything to aid him in convincing his family to help him rescue his father.
For it WAS rescuing.
After fifteen years of torture at the hands of Magneto and Emma Frost, calling it anything else would be sugarcoating a very serious situation.
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Post by Namacub95 on Dec 17, 2011 11:09:42 GMT -5
Emily lay in her bed, her eyes staring straight up at the ceiling. She couldn't sleep...or rather she didn't want to sleep. She was almost afraid to close her eyes and let herself drift into the realm of dreams.
Why? She was scared of what she might see if she did.
From she was as young as she could remember she had strange dreams, not nightmares...just strange dreams. The things she saw were like nothing she had ever seen in her whole life and that was saying something. What was strangest about them was the sense that they were real, like deja vu.
The older she grew, the more frequent and detailed these dreams would become. Sometimes she could barely tell whether they were dreams or fragments of memory, forgotten...stored so deep in her mind that she could no longer get to them.
That scared her too.
She never told anyone, after all, who would take her seriously? Everyone would merely dismiss them as fantasy and nothing more. Just a figment of her imagination...but they weren't.
With a sigh, she threw the covers off herself and swung her legs out of bed. She needed to get a grip on herself.
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Post by Kitexa on Dec 17, 2011 11:23:16 GMT -5
Back in the library, James was having considerably less luck than he'd hoped for.
"Dammit!" He swore, hitting the shelf with a fist in frustration "how hard is it to find some evidence around here."
Even as he spoke the question, however, James knew he hadn't an answer; Magneto had covered his tracks so carefully even Moira hadn't been able to out him, and she used to be a CIA agent.
"Come on..." he half muttered, half hissed, continuing to scan the rows of books with desperate eyes, "there's gotta be something...."
There HAD to be something....
He paused then, pulling up the memories he'd "borrowed" from his father and running them through his mind. The mind of Charles Xavier was a messy, chaotic thing; finding a lead or a clue within that mental typhoon of torment was about as useful as anything else he'd done so far...but it never hurt to refresh his own memory--go over things again and see if any details went overlooked.
Come on, dad...give me something...anything..
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Post by Namacub95 on Dec 17, 2011 12:02:33 GMT -5
Emily made her way silently though the corridors of Xavier Institute, she didn't have a particlar destination in mind...she just wanted to walk and cear her mind. She had to stop worrying about trivial things like dreams.
Magneto and Emma Frost were out there...doing who knew what and with Charles on their side they seemed almost unstoppable, and here she was worrying about things that may not even be real.
She really needed to get a grip.
A light from the library caught her eye, a frown creeped onto her face. Her hand reached for the door knob but she stopped herself. She knew James was having a hard time, with what though she wasn't entirely sure.
Her hand rested on the door knob, debating whether she should enter or not.
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Post by Kitexa on Dec 17, 2011 12:16:27 GMT -5
Another string of curse words floated from the library door; James shirking off his father's memories with a hiss and a shudder. That sick sonuvabitch.... he growled internally, jaw grinding together as he returned his eyes to the books. How on EARTH someone could break a man as badly as Magneto did his father was beyond the younger Xavier. To torture someone so cruelly just because "Peace was never an option" was not only wrong but downright revolting.
"thankfully my best friend actually cares..." he murmured aloud, moving to the opposite wall, searching now through a row of what looked like archived medical files. He may have bore the Xavier name and mutant gene, but the similarities between he and his father stopped there.
As far as he knew anyway.
Reaching for the first volume of...whatever it was he was about to look through, another, albeit familiar, consciousness prickled the edge of his mind. His hand fell, and with it, his expression.
I know you're out there, Emily. Come in, if you want.
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Post by Namacub95 on Dec 17, 2011 13:02:13 GMT -5
Caught. Emily cringed as James's voice sounded in her mind. She had to remember to shield her mind when she was thinking. She was just thankful that she and James were best friends and so he didn't mind her presence most of the time.
She opened the door, shame-faced.
"Sorry, I saw the light..." she began "I wasn't spying on you...I couldn't sleep."
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Post by Kitexa on Dec 17, 2011 13:07:06 GMT -5
"It's fine" James answered, tucking the book under his arm and coming to meet her halfway. His sour expression softened at the look of shame worn by his friend. "Really, Emily, it's okay. I didn't notice you were there til just now." A pause. "Kind of...wrapped up in my own thoughts I guess." Or my father's thoughts.. he added to himself, but she didn't need to know that.
Not that he felt like explaining; the night was his time to work uninterrupted. Still, she WAS his best friend--better be polite. "You can...uh...sit anywhere, if you want." He said, gesturing to the sofa and chairs in the center of the room, "I've got some stuff to do, but I don't mind you being here. Keeps me from going crazy." He added with a smile.
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Post by Namacub95 on Dec 17, 2011 13:30:03 GMT -5
Emily still was quite timid as she stepped into the library. She still felt as if she were intruding on her best friend's private thoughts, and at this hour of the night it was probably something personal that brought James to the library of Xavier Institute.
"Thanks." she said sitting down on a sofa, she was getting more and more tired but was determined not to sleep "Is there anything I could help with? Better two heads than one?" she suggested.
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Post by Kitexa on Dec 17, 2011 13:38:07 GMT -5
James shook his head. "No...I've got it. It's...kind of something I've got to do on my own" A pause. "Thanks though."
He didn't wait for a response as he sat down next to her, opening the book he'd stashed under his arm in search of that ever elusive clue.
"Huh..." he said, mostly to himself, "this isn't a medical journal at all..." Another pause, golden eyes falling on Emily's pallid face. "Sorry. Talking to myself again. Don't mind me."
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Post by Namacub95 on Dec 17, 2011 13:46:56 GMT -5
Emily felt curiousity well in her, why was James looking for a medical journal? Was he sick...he looked perfectly healthy in Emily's mind. She bit her lip in thought, maybe whilst she was in here she could do her own research.
"It's fine." she assured him. Then she stood and made her own way over to the bookshelves. Her grey eyes examined the titles...they weren't what she was looking for. Then a title caught her eye.
She picked the book off the shelf and scanned the title. Mysteries of the Mind and Dream Interpretation. It seemed like a good start to her.
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Post by Kitexa on Dec 17, 2011 14:01:43 GMT -5
He may not have been able to read her mind, but her emotions still seeped through her shields; she must really be distracted if he could still feel what she felt.
Looking up from his book, golden eyes followed her quizzically. She hadn't told him why she couldn't sleep--not that he'd bothered to ask--but if she was as tired as she looked, why go fish out a book to read now?
Maybe because she's easily bored by your lack of social interaction?
Yeeah no. At least, he didn't think so. He knew he had a tendency to get lost in thought but the girl looked too tired to really be bothered by his driven state. That, and she wasn't browsing the fiction section.
Which meant she was looking for something too.
"Hey, you need help finding anything?" James asked, unsure of how well Emily knew her way around the Institute's library.
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Post by Namacub95 on Dec 17, 2011 18:35:00 GMT -5
Emily shook her head, her eyes still on the book in her hand. She didn't want to hope that there may be a solution for her problems in the book, she didn't want to disappoint herself. After all, solutions didn't usually present themselves immediately.
"It's alright." she said looking up "I think I've found something."
Emily quickly returned to the sofa, book in hand, and sat down once more beside James. Her mind was whirring in thought...then something else clicked into place. The first time James had entered her mind...had he sensed something? Her eyes darted to him and then back to the book as she chewed her lip.
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Post by Kitexa on Dec 18, 2011 1:01:05 GMT -5
He didn't miss that look she gave him, nor did he miss flicker of her emotions. He couldn't be completely certain...but she seemed uneasy about something.
"You okay?" he asked finally, folding the top corner of his own book to keep his place. "You seem like something's bothering you.."
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Post by Namacub95 on Dec 18, 2011 13:19:00 GMT -5
"It's nothing." she lied. She was more tired than she was admitting and it was getting to her. Her shields weren't up to their usual strength, emotions she'd rather hide were beginning to seep through the cracks in her defenses.
She was tired. Very tired. She didn't want to be afraid anymore...she didn't want to be afraid anymore...but she was scared that James would think she was going insane...or worse, think she was lying to him.
"I'm just...I dunno." She frowned at her lap "I've got a lot on my mind."
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Post by Kitexa on Jan 8, 2012 21:53:41 GMT -5
A sympathetic, almost ironic grin crossed James Xavier's face and he laughed half-heartedly. "I know the feeling." He replied. "Been feeling that way all night." Or...several nights, but why burden her with unnecessary tidbits? Play the friendly shoulder, James--not the needy leach.
He paused, looking down at his book, then across to hers, and up it's leather-bound surface into her tired gray eyes. "You wanna...talk about it or something?" Another pause, then he added "You don't have to--just thought...I dunno, it might help clear your mind."
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