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Post by Namacub95 on Aug 1, 2012 20:05:18 GMT -5
Kitexa - Dark Charles Namacub95 - Dark Emily Plus whoever else might randomly show up.
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Being in Xavier's Institute felt surreal.
Emily's grey eyes wandered around, she felt like she shouldn't be here. Xavier Institute was the place her doppelgänger belonged...not her. She didn't belong anywhere. A fact she was quite alright with most of the time.
This whole situation felt surreal.
She didn't know what had possessed her to offer her services to a man she, for all appearances, didn't like. She had no business offering help. She just didn't do that. She wasn't that kind of person. She wasn't someone who did things out of the kindness of their own hearts, that wasn't her at all.
Yet she was standing in Xavier Institute anyway and mentally preparing herself.
If she fucked up then she'd probably die. That didn't phase her. If she fucked up then James would hate her. Again, that didn't phase her. If she fucked up then an innocent man might never recover...might never have a real relationship with the people who cared most about him. That did phase her.
She looked at James and nodded "I'm ready."
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Post by Kitexa on Aug 1, 2012 20:54:10 GMT -5
It was all James could do to nod and keep a straight face. This was...this was terrifying, for lack of a more elegant phrase. Terrifying for them, terrifying for all that was at stake and terrifying because if they--she failed, the toll taken on his father's mind might be irreversible. Charles Xavier had suffered more than any man he'd ever known...he didn't need that final card sealing his broken-slated fate.
"This..." a deep breath, steadying himself. "This way." Beckoning for Emily to follow, James tentatively knocked on his father's bedroom door. "Dad? Dad can we...come in?"
An airy, whimpering sound wriggled from the other side, accompanied by a soft, shaky "yes..."
Carefully, the younger Xavier turned the knob, hastening Emily inside, himself joining her shortly after. His heart twisted in his chest, but that blank-faced mask held strong. "Hey, dad..." James greeted gently, offering the older man a small smile. "You...uh, you ready for this?"
Fidgeting with the sleeves of his over-sized sweater, Charles nodded, but said nothing. No doubt he, too, held anxiety for what was to come.
They all did.
"Alright..." James continued, crossing the distance between himself and the man seated on the bed. "...you know I'm gonna have to...go inside your head, right?"
Again, Charles nodded, worrying his lip to go along with his twiddling hands.
The sight alone was enough to tempt James to call the whole thing off; his father was just as afraid of this as they were, maybe more so. But he couldn't do that. Not if he sought final solace in the long run.
Bending down in front of the older telepath, James tapped his left finger to his temple, closing his eyes. Finding the problem wouldn't be hard. Convincing him to cooperate was.
When James' eyes opened, the familiar sight of his father's mental wall met him; cracked in the same places it always was, guarded by the same man, sitting in the same chair--legs crossed, arms resting in his lap--that he always did. Wearing the same dark suit, red tie, he always wore. That same wicked gleam in his eyes sparked when he noticed James.
"Well, isn't this a surprise. The unrelenting son resurfaces for another go. How lucratively daunting."
Golden-eyed boy frowned."I'm not the one that seeks an audience with you. Just the errand boy tonight."
"Are you now? Isn't that refreshing." The man who looked so much like his young father but wasn't stood,tapping his chin and padding towards him. "I don't come when called, child. I thought I made that clear.
"You, uh, you did, you did." Come on, James, hold it together. "...she got...curious. Thinks she can...fix you. Him. Dad."
That did the trick. Those blue eyes glistened, red lips curling into a curious grin. "A regular little martyr, is she?" He chuckled, and it took James all he had not to twitch. "Little fool." A pause, pensive look settling on his brow. "I suppose even if I refuse you'll keep at it until I'm forced to silence you, won't you."
James' mouth opened. Then closed. Rule number one: don't antagonize the beast.
"...Ugh." The Charles lookalike continued. "If it will keep you out of my head, I'll do it."
Saying that answer filled the younger man with relief was a bit of an overstatement. He had, however, done what he'd intended and for that alone, he did feel some satisfaction. "Alright...I'll tell her you--" He didn't get to finish. A swell of what could only be described as raw feeling pushed him out of his father's head with a sharp grunt. He staggered, toppling back on his arse.
When his eyes open, they again met a cerulean gaze. But this time, it did not belong to his father. Too harsh, alight, strong...out of place on such a broken body. "Broken" wasn't quite the right word. Subtle though it was, Charles sat a little straighter, his hands stopped twitching and his expression...
"Emily...meet, uh...the other Charles."
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Post by Namacub95 on Aug 2, 2012 9:34:52 GMT -5
Emily stared at the man in front of her, her face carefully neutral. She vaguely wondered if this version of Charles Xavier knew that it wasn't the Emily he was probably used to
The change between the broken man she'd seen when she first entered the room to the man sitting in front of her now was disconcerting but she fought not to let it show. She'd need to show strength.
standing in front of him. Did he even know that she was a doppelganger like he was?
She glanced at James out of the corner of her eye, she could see that he was nervous. He had every right to be, there was no guarantee she could do anything other than making the situation worse.
That seemed to be her specialty.
She tested her mental shields for what felt like the hundredth time. They hadn't been breached by a telepath before...but she knew that Charles could be, and probably was, stronger than his son. She'd need them to hold if things went south.
And knowing their luck, it would probably go south very quickly.
"Pleasure." she replied although it was clear she didn't mean it. She looked back at James again and added "I'm good from here, Xavier."
She shot him her usual smirk and hoped he believed her...because she wasn't sure she believed herself.
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