We all have to train. Yes, even you Charles.

[excessivehubris]

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

Comments

open to anyone who feels like training with Erik as well~

[oxidantshappen]

The nudge on Charles' part came naturally to Erik, who remembered his agreement with Kurt (and Charles himself) for additional practices. Donning his sweats, Erik took off at a brisk run, making his way down to the track. It had been a few days since he and Charles discussed where they stood and the promise of training was at least a welcome one for him, a distraction from skirting around the topic of their relationship to each other.

Charles' recollection of the events at Cuba were still ingrained in his memory, a reminder of how far Erik could perform if he focused on what Charles had taught him, true focus lies between rage and serenity. A chance to improve on this, to determine whether or not Erik could attune himself to the Force, and thus improve upon his abilities, drove him to test the limits of how far he could push himself

Charles but open to interuption

[excessivehubris]

A testament to his mental focus was the fact that he hadn't noticed Erik's approach until the man sent that deliberate thought towards him. Chuckling, inwardly, Charles didn't bother to slow his own pace, well aware that Erik could catch him without much effort, though he did shut down some of the more extensive mental exercises he'd been indulging in, in an effort to focus more on the man jogging beside him.

Hello, my friend!

all the interruptions ever

[oxidantshappen]

He gave a slight chuckle as Charles responded, easing in naturally alongside of him and shifted his pace to stay abreast of him. Good morning, Charles. If there was one thing Erik didn't particularly mind about relaying his thoughts to Charles, it was the fact that he didn't need to waste needful oxygen to speak when he could be warming himself up.

The mental connection only served to remind Erik of his focus when training, of Charles' insistence at relying on serenity. Busy playing the professor once again?

[excessivehubris]

There was the distinctive sound of a low, mental chuckle as Charles glanced over at his friend but kept up the light jogging.

Just thought I might make the offer and see if anyone was interested. It is, after all, easier to train in company than by ones self.

[oxidantshappen]

In the company of others? Quite a distinction from your previous tutelage.

Not that Erik was complaining, welcoming as he was of the offer to distract himself and focus on bettering himself. He kept up the light jog with Charles, his presence a pleasant one.

I expect Claire to drop by soon enough, will you be helping her?

[excessivehubris]

Well, yourself and Kurt, possibly Logan. They were the only ones he'd consciously reached out to. He's going to be a little surprised if that turns out not to be the case.

Slowing, because seriously Charles' idea of physical exertion has always been how high he could lift a yard after four bitters. Leaning down to brace his hands on his knees, he blinked at Erik.

"Claire? Did you contact her then? Does she have her father's permission?"

[oxidantshappen]

Erik kept up the jog momentarily before he noticed Charles was nowhere to be seen. Coming to a stop he turned around, running a hand through his hair.

"I did mention I come down here and she's welcome to join. Whether it's now or later in the afternoon, I don't know." He paused for a moment as he caught his breath. "It's not like there's much to do here short of participating in a war, Charles."

It was an off the cuff comment, Erik's tone somewhat harsh, ill-intended as it was. He had grown restless in the past few days, short of waiting Chewbacca to deliver his goods and skirting Tony Stark. With Charles having reigned in him for the time being, Erik's presence at the track would become more and more noticeable to anyone nearby.

[excessivehubris]

Still breathing heavy, Charles pushed himself upright, hands on his hips as he paced a little to keep his muscles from stiffening up.

"Well, I'd invite you to the library, Erik but you'd have less patience with the material I'm slogging through than you do with any other source of inactivity."

Reaching up, Charles ran his hand back and forth along the back of his head, ruffling his own sweat damp hair. He glanced up quickly as something sank in and he frowned.

"I haven't intended to rein you in, my friend. If you feel I've done such a thing..."

The thought did not sit well with Charles, who paced a little further afield.

[oxidantshappen]

"I wouldn't be opposed to the library, Charles," he said softly, moving forward to keep up with his friend. "You should know me better than that." He had after all, taken quite a bit of interest in Charles' research the first time he announced the progression of Revan's war.

Erik breathed lightly, choosing his words carefully given what Charles had said.

"You haven't reigned me in, not yet. Just gave me quite a bit of think about in the mean time." Leaning towards him, Erik offered the other man a brief smile.

"Come on," Erik nudged him slightly. "I came here to train with you. The least you can do is take me up on the offer."

[excessivehubris]

"You say that now, Erik. Wait until you see the mountain of history I'm wading through," Charles said with a wry twist of his lips.

Not that he didn't love researching but so much of what he kept running into had to be cross referenced, it was like picking at a knot that then frayed into a hundred more knots.

Tapping his fingers against slim hips, Charles studied his friend closely for a long, long moment before he nodded and gave a soft chuckle.

"Of course, Erik. Though I'm not certain what challenge to offer you," he said thoughtfully, pondering the question of how to properly challenge his friends clever mind and lethal body.

[oxidantshappen]

He laughed softly, fully aware of how in depth Charles could get at times when he was invested in his goals. "Someone needs to remind you to sleep in your own bed. Can't have you falling asleep in the library."

Erik looked back at his friend, eyes glancing over his figure before meeting the nod.

"I'm sure you'll think of something, Charles. I have yet to reach my limits just yet."

[excessivehubris]

"I think its already too late for that," Charles said with a knowing smile. Nice thing about sweaters, they worked well as an emergency pillow now and then.

Glancing around at the swoop track, Charles rapidly cast his mind over his options. Out of the corner of his eye he spied the swoop of an air scooter, traveling along the currents that swept around Coruscant and that triggered a thought back to his own training.

"How much work have you done, with incorporating the Force lines into your metal working?"

[oxidantshappen]

"Admittedly, not as much as I'd like," Erik shrugs his shoulders, rolling them back to loosen the muscles underneath. "I'd rather not come to rely on something that may be temporary, Charles."

Sliding his hands in his pockets, he turns to look overhead, focusing on the speeders cruising above. His thoughts drifted back to the satellite, mere metal that, through Charles' suggestion had been manipulated with the same ease he relied on for smaller objects. With a world build entirely out of iron, aluminum, who knows what other metals, the possibility for Erik to exercise a greater control was tempting. "Makes me wonder if I can do more than just raise a submarine if I tap into the Force."

[excessivehubris]

“I don’t see it as relying, so much as understanding a source of energy that may or may not affect our ‘tricks’ while we’re here,” Charles explained reasonably.

“After we talked with Claire the other night, I did a little self diagnostic I suppose you could say,” he offered, frowning a little and the next words came haltingly.

Outside of speaking of his mutation in broad terms, Charles … didn’t like to talk about his own powers. He’d poke and peer at everyone elses’ ‘groovy’ mutations but he was positively recalcitrant when it came to sharing the study of his own

[oxidantshappen]

Erik took in Charles' words, listening intently as he relayed his childhood. A part of him felt bitter that his friend's ability had manifested so early, giving him the chance to adapt to it over those years, whereas Erik was limited. His own had manifested years later, brought on by the sudden stress of separating from his family, the imminent realization that he was in a place where surviving was the only option. Charles, however, had none of that, left to deal with such an intrusive gift on his own

[excessivehubris]

It was probably in neither of their best interests to get into who had the shittier childhood, Erik. The scales would probably weigh even.

"If I don't have to go to this Jedi Council, I'd rather not," Charles said, showing a distinct reluctance to go to source of authority, where before he had always tried to work with such groups. "I know I was subconsciously tapping into it."

Reaching up to brush his hand through his hair, Charles slid his hands to his hips and glanced at the taller man.

"Which is why I am now training, so I can do it at will or block it at will, as necessary but it is not an easy thing, my friend. This ... Force is intrusive."