Telepath at large.

[excessivehubris]

Characters: Charles Xavier [AU] and OPEN for multiple threads
When: Post this wonderful wake up call
Where: A dark, dead city
What: Someone's wandered off and noticed the light of the Clock Tower
Open or Closed? OPEN!
Rating/Warnings PG-13 for language.
Notes: Charles' AU can be found Here and his Permission's Post is HereOh and action or prose is

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[Against her better judgment, Raven had left the hospital as soon as she got a chance as well. It was mostly that damn toe-tag, the MUTANT staring her right in the face, and the fear that came with wondering who knew, who knew her secret and tried to pass her off as dead in this eerily empty city. So now she was outside, trying to give herself five minutes to breathe and think of a plan, clutching onto the weird walky-talky that wouldn't shut up. The on/off switch must have been broken, which was really great for her nerves, really. The only difference in her clothing now was a pair of very plain slippers, but otherwise she wore the same thin hospital gown everyone else was wearing as she wandered around the streets.

Until, of course, she found a clothing store. It was a small positive to an otherwise long list of negatives about her day, but it at least gave her a reason to slip into an alley and shift into an outfit that matched the one in the window. Which included denim pants, something usually meant for boys, but. Whatever. The

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[He'd given up expecting her to respond, it was just too cold and too lonely in the part of his mind where she usually resided. So when he heard her voice, he about snapped his head off his shoulders, the speed with which he whipped around and looked for her.]

Raven? [Charles called out, hope and joy touching his mental signature for the first time since he'd woken and he cast his mind quickly along the lines where he'd felt her.] Oh God, Raven!?

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Yes! [Her vision blurred suddenly, and oh, gosh, was she crying? She felt overwhelmingly relieved, but. Wow. Raven hadn't realized how scared she was at the idea of being here alone until that moment, and she found herself running before she even knew where he was.] Tell me where you are. Tell me you're okay!

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[Charles can't decide which emotion is paramount, relief that she's here or a growing, mounting horror that she's trapped in this strange, wrong place with him. For the moment, he doesn't care and is turning about abruptly to head back in her direction, even as he calls her to him.

His mental touch is a jumble of images, a wide empty street, lots of shops, landmarks to help guide her.]

Raven, Raven I woke up in a morgue freezer and there was a man and Raven he was blue like you and he had a tail but why did I wake up in a morgue freezer and whereareyouwhereareyou??

[The words are a quick, slightly hysterical jumble and he's stopped by a set of signs, sending them to her and then waiting, shifting from foot to foot anxiously.]

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[It had been a very long time since she let Charles think at her, in fact, she couldn't even remember exactly when the last time was, just that they were kids and that it was much... slower than this. Her running slows down to a jog as she tries to listen and follow the images he sends her, and the heel of her palm comes to press against her temple after just a few seconds of it.]

Charles, slow down, please, I can't- I'm not used to this yet. [But she sees one of the landmarks he showed her, a different angle, but it's the same, so she sprints, circling around it breathlessly until she sees the signs.]

Found you. [Said out loud, though it's mostly to herself, and she closes the distance between them with one last burst of a jog, practically tossing herself at him with her arms outstretched so she can pull him in for a tight hug.] I'm so sorry you woke up in a freezer. God, I was in a body bag and these guys were in the room with me but I don't think they were mutants. I thought... I thought maybe we were discovered and taken here,

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[Her words barely have time to register before he's turning and its the most natural thing in the world to open his arms and gather her too him, his own hug is desperately tight. She may or may not notice that he's a bit thinner than perhaps she remembers but still the same regrettable height.

Her questions are washing over him and he's remembering his own wake up and that Christine had been in the body bag and that he has no idea of what this place is and his mind is whirling with her questions when suddenly it hits him. There ... there is a wrongness about her. He's pushing up against her mind, because that has always been the easiest way for him to talk too and even sooth her at times but instead of the correct fit, her edges are too sharp, too unused to his touch.

His body stiffens a moment later and in the next breath he's pushing back from her blue eyes blazing with suspicion and hurt.]

Who ... WHO are you!?

[He barely waits for a reply before his fingers come up to his temple and his mind reaches for her's again, this

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[Being shoved away was one thing, it made her face screw up a bit, but she just thought that maybe he heard something she didn't. Sensed someone lurking around that wasn't--

But, no. That question was directed at her, wasn't it?

Raven opens her mouth to say something, but then she's backing away just a little bit more, her hands pressing against her ears because she can feel that, he's-- he's not attacking her, but she can feel him inside of her mind and it made her head throb because she wasn't used to it, and he promised, why was he doing this?!]

Charles, it's me, it's Raven-- [Her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to... Well, she didn't know how to defend herself against this. She was mostly just trying to figure out how to 'calm her mind' or whatever, but she was too freaked out. So she did the only thing she knew how to do.

She let herself shift to her blue, natural form, yellow eyes blinking open even as she winced.]

Please stop! [she thought this;] Just tell me what's wrong, we can talk about this, you don't have to read my

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[Oh but he is ready to attack. Well maybe not attack so much as dive into her mind and dig around until he gets some answers but when she flashes from her camouflage to blue he stops. Standing there with his fingers still lifted to his temple, his mind freezes because he knows, he's felt the subtle conscious neurological impulses that flash through her mind when she shifts.

Raven, this Raven may not be used to his mind intertwined around her own but he knows his sister's mind like none other but his own and the mind he's touching is her. Like a fingerprint even if the memories are all wrong. His touch changes, gentles but still inexorable as he looks at her memories, just a brief touch, enough to see himself ... but not himself and then he's pulling back completely from her.

His shoulders drop with the lowering of his hand, the anger and suspicion leave his face but a new wariness and uncertainty take root as he takes a deliberate step back from her.]

You're not her. [He says in a flat, even tone.] And I'm not him.

[Well ...

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What? [Her shift back is slow, because she doesn't even want to hide herself when her own brother can't seem to remember who she is. Well, he kind of does. But it doesn't make any sense. How could their memories be different? Almost everything Raven recalls about her life, Charles is attached to that memory in some way. To say they lived different lives...]

It's alright. [It wasn't alright, not really. She's never felt this defensive around him before, but she certainly doesn't want to. He's looking at her like she's some stranger, and she doesn't understand it at all.

Unless this city was to blame.]

You don't think... Whoever brought us here, put us in that hospital, you don't think they messed with my memories, do you? I mean, you would know if someone was in your head, but I wouldn't. What if they did something to me? [And now she's scared all over again, because what was different? When she woke up she felt normal, just scared, but there was no confusion about what she was anything else. But now this

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[Her question has him stopping, turning to look at her, though its hard because she is like a stranger, wearing a much loved face.]

Anything is possible. [He says but then frowns and turns around the whole way, walking back towards her with his head tilted slightly to the side and his brows furrowed. He doesn't lift his fingers to his temple, he can feel her fear and her concern and despite what he knows about her not being his he still can't not respond to her.]

I didn't feel anything like that from you when I was ... ah ... [Now he feels apologetic, perhaps even a little ashamed for having jumped in her mind so intrusively.] Just that your experiences don't line up with mine, exactly.

[This is getting confusing, in fact as he stands and considers the responses of some other people he's come across so far, he's beginning to feel that perhaps its his memories that are suspect. But Raven's right, he'd know if anyone was in his head, at least he thinks he would.]

And some of the memories are right. We lived together in

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[Raven's trying to hard to wrap her mind around this, to not jump to any conclusions that she's been brainwashed or mindbent or anything like that, but it's so difficult when she's watching Charles Xavier tell her these things. Her instincts tell her to trust, like she always has, because Charles has never steered her wrong, but. Was this really even him?

He's talking about ice cream and hot chocolate and it's all so familiar, so how could--]

Havok? I mean, Alex, yes. I do know him. Is he here? [Her brows lift and she's looking around, like he'd been here standing with them this whole time and she somehow didn't notice.] We've only met him recently, but he's like us. And he tries to act all tough all the time, but I don't think he's really like that. Do... you know him too?

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[Her answer, has him relaxing a little, his hands pushing towards his pockets.]

No. [He says, in a calm, perhaps slightly resigned voice.] As far as I've ever known, you and I ... err, well she and I are the only ones like us in the world.

[But if she knew him and Alex had talked of knowing her.]

I'm the one with the wrong memories. [He gives a small, mirthless chuckle and glances over at her, his expression now just sad.] Of course, that's nothing new with me so I should have expected it from the start.

ahhh sorry!

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It was the same for us, for a long time. But there's been this huge crisis with a man named Shaw, and we had to reveal ourselves, to the government. It's kinda nuts, actually. Not as nuts as this, though. Showing up here and all.

[It's like a chain reaction, almost, the way she frowns as soon as Charles does. Maybe she just wasn't as accepting of this whole memory loss thing as he was, but then she wasn't the one that could just look and see the differences. Still, instead of stepping closer to him she just crosses her arms over her middle, trying not to come on too strong like she did with the hug.]

But maybe they're not wrong, your memories. Just different? I don't honestly understand how it's possible, but if I'm your sister, uhm, if your sister is Raven, then they can't be wrong. Just proves that I mean it when I say I'll be there for you no matter what. [grins!] We'll figure this out, okay? I promise. [She nods, her confidence finally starting to show again. They weren't alone, so, they would be okay.] That said, I think we

No problem!!! <333

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[The name Shaw doesn't get so much as a flicker out of him nor does the idea of revealing themselves to the government. Though is now rather intrigued by the idea of there being others that perhaps Alex and that blue man from the morgue were more right than wrong.]

Curious. [He says, watching her and caught in his thoughts and his lips twitch at her thoughts and the slightly defensive body posture, though he can't blame her.

Then she starts talking about being there for each other and that definitely sounds like Raven, so much so that his own flinched body posture begins to relax a little and he even gives her a tremulous smile. Her suggestion that they stick together has him nodding, because he's used to following Raven's lead in so many things that even if he feels uncertain about this situation.]

I was going to investigate the big lighted structure that way. [He explains, pointing towards where the Clock Tower resides.] I probably should have stuck to the hospital but everything is so wrong, all the voices so muffled, I just

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I don't trust the hospital at all, so that's why I left. My toe-tag... it had all of my information on it, and I don't wanna know who typed it up for me. I'd rather be wandering this ghost town than waiting around for whoever tried to trap us in there.

[Which is why she's starting to walk in the direction of that light source, making it clear she's fine with whatever plans he had. It was better than her idea of a plan, which was basically 'get the hell away from the hospital'. But then, she didn't think anyone she knew would have woken up there as well. Ah, whatever.

There's only a short lull in their conversation, but she can't handle it. This whole city is so quiet...]

So, um. You said you met someone like me? ..With a tail? [Her brow quirks up a bit, because that is interesting. Unless this was some weird way of rounding up mutants, then it was terrible. Let's not think about that.]

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[Toe...tag? Charles pauses for a moment and lifts his foot. He peels off the surgical booties he's currently using for shoes and ...]

Oh. [He truly hadn't noticed the damn thing. Tugging it off his toe, he replaced the booties and read the information with a clinical air before folding the paper up and shoving it in the pocket with his cell phone. He'd been in too much of a panic earlier.]

Hmm? Oh, ah, yes I mean in a way. [Charles stumbled over his words a bit as he fell back into step beside her, glancing up now and again to track their progress.] He was blue skinned, like your natural form but he had a tail, which I don't recall you having one.

[He peeks back to check, nope no tail he remembers that right at least.]

He was kind, actually quite patient really given that I probably left him with a bit of a headache. I don't think this is some sort of mutant round up though, as the woman in the room with us was quite base line human.