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[excessivehubris]

[Someone’s cell phone, device feed, whatever turns on, upside down and turned outwards so its hard to tell who’s contacting the network. Instead, it shows a feed of the inside of the Abax Central Station and the sound of rapidly approaching trains can be heard

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[action] if you don't mind he'd just rather have this convo in person

[justabitoffun]

[Loki's interest was instantly piqued. He knew exactly what this mortal was referring to. He hesitated at first but so far he hadn't noticed anyone else with the ability to feel what he had upon his arrival--or no one had mentioned it yet anyway.

A few minutes after the post Loki appears as far away from the tracks as possible while still being within eyesight of the mortal who had made the observation. He's silent for a moment but that isn't going to start any conversations so...]

What did you feel?

[action] Oh hello! Don't mind at all.

[excessivehubris]

[Loki ... appearing acts like that are not going to help him hold on to his sanity. Just saying. So far no one had just suddenly 'appeared' in front of him and when the humanoid figure flashes into existence, Charles is immediately suspicious.

There are no trains, the presence feels ... too vague, too lost and this new arrival doesn't have the same taint. Charles still sends out a tendril, mostly to see if this person is really there than any intent to read him.]

I'm not in the habit of talking to myself, well except for the 'self' that is stuck here as well. So if you're a headache induced delusion, lets just cut to the chase and you can get back in my head where you belong.

[action] Huzzah!

[justabitoffun]

[Oh he is definitely there all right. A powerful but slippery presence in and of himself though clearly nothing like the malevolent thing riding around on the trains all day. Loki's eyes narrow at the small probe but otherwise does not acknowledge the 'touch'. Charles wouldn't get much from the god even if he did try.

But the next instant he is smiling, wryly, at the mortal's words.]

You are the one avoiding to answer the question. I thought it was quite direct myself.

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[excessivehubris]

[Charles is not looking to read the man, god, whatever. He's still smarting from the tiny tendril he sent out towards the trains earlier. He just needs to confirm that Loki is actually an individual, genuine presence. When the tendril assures him that the man is truly there, physically, mentally he relaxes a little.]

Not a deliberate avoidance, I assure you. [He says in a tired but polite manner.]

Its ... very difficult to get a lock on it. It slips like water, ebbing and flowing but strengthens when the trains come through.

[As he speaks, he walks a few steps towards the platform, automatically looking towards a watch, that doesn't work. Give it a second ... and then he's turning, blue eyes curious.]

Why did you come down here?

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[thranduilon]

[Oh sweet Eru what are those loud rushing things with lights? Legolas is frowning hard at the screen, hoping you'll turn your feed back onto the trains so he can get a better look.]

Forgive me for the intrusion, but I must know: what are those machines?

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[excessivehubris]

[He was coming down from the splitting headache that grew worse with the passing of the trains and so excuse him while he blinks at you in confusion Legolas.]

Uh, trains?

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[thranduilon]

Trains. [He tries the word out.] What is their purpose? Such constant speed and sound benefits no-one.

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[excessivehubris]

[Rubbing the heel of his palm against his temple in an attempt to push out the current ache, Charles tried to focus on the man in his video screen.]

Usually they serve as a form of mass transportation.

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[idkmybfftrash]

[ Normally he would be giving no fucks, but this seems important. ]

What about the trains?

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[excessivehubris]

[Charles blinked at the stranger, confusion in his eyes before he went with the direct answer.]

They don't stop.

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[idkmybfftrash]

[ Eyerolling ]

No shit. What else?

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[excessivehubris]

[It took him a moment because for him the trains were merely a coincidence, though perhaps he should be looking at that a different way. The thought had his brows furrowing.]

There's ... a presence. When the trains come through here, I feel it more strongly.

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[token_vengeance]

[And Erik's just staring, his eyes hard.]

And this makes the second.

[Sharing Charles's face. This one has well--even more similarities.

Disturbing.

But starts to fully cement his ideas.]

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[excessivehubris]

[It takes him a moment to draw his attention away from whatever holds it across the platform from where he's standing and he glances down into those hard eyes.

His expression is curious but otherwise unconcerned.]

Pardon?

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[token_vengeance]

There are two other men here, who bare my friend's face.

You being one of them.

[He tilts his head, quirking an eyebrow finally.]

Though I do have to say, you're a better imitation than the last.

[It's what Erik thinks. Clones. Somehow...there is no other way for him to explain it.]

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[excessivehubris]

[Ah, another one of his people. Charles' lips twitch.]

I truly do not have time for this at the moment but in order to avoid confusion going forward. I am no more an imitation of him than he is an imitation of me. We're the same person, simply from different experiences.

My name is Charles Francis Xavier, I grew up in Westchester NY and I have a sister named Raven. However, I do not know you or any of the other people in his life.

So now that we've got that cleared up. I am busy with something, I am certain you will understand when I say it requires my concentration. Have a nice day.

[If he could figure out how to turn off the cell phone, he would but at that moment a train is coming through and his focus centers on the presence that rides with it. Drawing air in between his teeth, he's turning away, one hand up to his temple and the cell phone shoved down into his pocket, effectively forgotten for the time being.]

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[betrayer]

[Saren doubts it's Sovereign's presence the human is apparently picking up, but still.]

What do you sense.

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[excessivehubris]

[Sorry Saren but it's going to take him a little while to figure out how to text back to you. Once he figures it out, it will take just a bit longer to actually type in the words.]

Its complicated to explain like this.

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[betrayer]

[Saren's replies might take quite the delay too, what with typing with huge motherfucking claws.]

Try.

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[excessivehubris]

[I believe its best to leave the typing with claws to ... someone who has claws.]

There's a ... sense of someone, something that comes and goes down here.