We all have to train. Yes, even you Charles.
Characters: Charles Xavier excessivehubris and OPEN!!!
Location: Swoop Track
Planet: Coruscant
When: Sunday 11/6
What: Trraaaaaaiiinnnnnniiinnngggg
Rating: Say PG-13 for swearing and boo boos
Notes: Open log is open to any and all!
-Threadjacking is love and kinda tickles in all the right ways?
-If you do want/need to lock a thread to two/three folks, please just say so in the subject lines.
-Charles' unintentional 'send' is more just a suggestion, like you might suddenly feel the desire to go train at the Swoop Track -or you know roll over and go back to sleep!- rather than specifically tied to him.
-Though if your character is extremely sensitive to such, feel free to ping me and we can plot out how you might suss Charles' power out. I'm open to anything and have fun! :D
-Err almost forgot Action or Prose as you're comfortable!
Charles had once again ensconced himself in the library, surfacing only for a shower, change of clothes and maybe the odd bite to eat. When he realized that he'd read through the same block of text for the fifth time, he decided that perhaps it was time to actually walk away from the history of the Jedi and the Sith and get some air that wasn't recycled into his lungs.
Changed into his non descript sweat pants and Erik's t-shirt -should he give that back?- Charles headed down to the Swoop Track for a bit of exercise. He sent out a light psychic touch to Erik, Kurt and after a thought, Logan as well, just letting them know what he was up too along with the impression that all were welcome. If the Force happened to send this last impression out further than Charles had originally intended, well just blame it on the complexities of Jedi/Sith relations and the spectacular headache it was giving him.
Now Charles didn't exactly perform the complex physical exertions that say Erik, Kurt or well just about anyone else could perform but he figured that a bit of jogging couldn't hurt his stamina. So, after delicately nudging the track maintance people on about their business, Charles headed out on the track, stretched a little -he'd learned at least this much with Hank- and then set out at a steady pace.
The jogging wasn't really training for him, however, just a physical distraction for his body as he worked with his powers. After the last conversation with Claire, Charles had turned his thoughts inwards and discovered that his telepathy had been more affected by the Force than he was consciously aware. His powers had been a part of him since birth and an infant's mind had no concept of conscious discipline but he had instinctively learned how to learn to adapt. After all, it was that or complete madness. The habit, as natural as breathing to Charles, had kicked in upon his landing on Coruscant and he'd been subconsciously adapting to the Force but unaware that he had to adapt.
This was intolerable to Charles, who demanded complete control of his powers at all times and now that he'd discovered it, he needed to drag it into the open, work with it as surely as he had Erik or Kurt work their powers. So as he jogged along, Charles set himself series after series of mental exercises, everything from testing and pushing his range for something as simple as reading, to more precise, surgically adept telepathic challenges. The Force was an unknown but fascinating addition to his own innate power and Charles was finding the Force to be a very enticing ally so long as he could keep himself calm and focused.
It was much easier said, than done and Charles was barely aware of his feet slapping against the metal grates as he jogged along, a small, unimposing figure on the track. The sweat on his brow having little to do with the physical exertion of his body.
Location: Swoop Track
Planet: Coruscant
When: Sunday 11/6
What: Trraaaaaaiiinnnnnniiinnngggg
Rating: Say PG-13 for swearing and boo boos
Notes: Open log is open to any and all!
-Threadjacking is love and kinda tickles in all the right ways?
-If you do want/need to lock a thread to two/three folks, please just say so in the subject lines.
-Charles' unintentional 'send' is more just a suggestion, like you might suddenly feel the desire to go train at the Swoop Track -or you know roll over and go back to sleep!- rather than specifically tied to him.
-Though if your character is extremely sensitive to such, feel free to ping me and we can plot out how you might suss Charles' power out. I'm open to anything and have fun! :D
-Err almost forgot Action or Prose as you're comfortable!
Charles had once again ensconced himself in the library, surfacing only for a shower, change of clothes and maybe the odd bite to eat. When he realized that he'd read through the same block of text for the fifth time, he decided that perhaps it was time to actually walk away from the history of the Jedi and the Sith and get some air that wasn't recycled into his lungs.
Changed into his non descript sweat pants and Erik's t-shirt -should he give that back?- Charles headed down to the Swoop Track for a bit of exercise. He sent out a light psychic touch to Erik, Kurt and after a thought, Logan as well, just letting them know what he was up too along with the impression that all were welcome. If the Force happened to send this last impression out further than Charles had originally intended, well just blame it on the complexities of Jedi/Sith relations and the spectacular headache it was giving him.
Now Charles didn't exactly perform the complex physical exertions that say Erik, Kurt or well just about anyone else could perform but he figured that a bit of jogging couldn't hurt his stamina. So, after delicately nudging the track maintance people on about their business, Charles headed out on the track, stretched a little -he'd learned at least this much with Hank- and then set out at a steady pace.
The jogging wasn't really training for him, however, just a physical distraction for his body as he worked with his powers. After the last conversation with Claire, Charles had turned his thoughts inwards and discovered that his telepathy had been more affected by the Force than he was consciously aware. His powers had been a part of him since birth and an infant's mind had no concept of conscious discipline but he had instinctively learned how to learn to adapt. After all, it was that or complete madness. The habit, as natural as breathing to Charles, had kicked in upon his landing on Coruscant and he'd been subconsciously adapting to the Force but unaware that he had to adapt.
This was intolerable to Charles, who demanded complete control of his powers at all times and now that he'd discovered it, he needed to drag it into the open, work with it as surely as he had Erik or Kurt work their powers. So as he jogged along, Charles set himself series after series of mental exercises, everything from testing and pushing his range for something as simple as reading, to more precise, surgically adept telepathic challenges. The Force was an unknown but fascinating addition to his own innate power and Charles was finding the Force to be a very enticing ally so long as he could keep himself calm and focused.
It was much easier said, than done and Charles was barely aware of his feet slapping against the metal grates as he jogged along, a small, unimposing figure on the track. The sweat on his brow having little to do with the physical exertion of his body.