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[chickbro]

Who: Noah Morgan & Charles Xavier
What: Noah sneaking around after she loses her sense of touch for betraying the royalty. Oops.
Where: Xavier Mansion
When: 23rd. After Tony read the note she left him.
Warnings: IDK CUTE SHIT. I:

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[chickbro]

"Maybe it's not necessarily glamorous, but it's still something I could never do," that was her whole point. Just that he had something that she didn't, along with everyone else and their crazy abilities while she was just some lame human chick in the military. Oh well

[chickbro]

She could fathom a guess at how frustrated he might be. Honestly, being a huge hypocrite meant that if Charles, Tony or anyone else she knew tried something like this she would be trying to drag them away from it kicking and screaming. That's why she knew how Tony would react.

"Yeah, but you would have inserted yourself into it way later. You wouldn't know what I'm planning to do next or anything," and she'd tell him, because all he'd have to do to find out anyway would be to read her mind. Cheater.

"I don't know. I'm going to plead my case to the king and queen, get away with that warning and then go and get those tapes I recorded in the Unnatural and the castle. After that I need to start the broadcast for everyone. There's something people need to see live, and I can'y only do this once. So...I don't know." she shrugged, "A week maybe?"

[arethebettermen]

"And I certainly don't agree with what you're planning on doing." Charles said. He wanted to make that clear. There was always a better way, some alternative way, but it seemed like everyone around him was only interested in the most drastic scenarios. Still, there wasn't a point in beating a dead horse.

"A week." Charles repeated with a brief nod. "Then you're going to need your rest so you're prepared for whatever it is they decide to do to you. Get some sleep, Noah."

[chickbro]

If he could think of a better way then she was all ears, but in her eyes this was at least the most solid plan...sort of. She didn't know what would happen once she was reprimanded for it, but she at least knew mostly everything else. All it was really about was gathering information and letting people know that if there was a way out, then she might know where they could possibly find it.

She didn't really want to get up right now, so she just burrowed closer, unable to feel any of it, but at least she could recall the sensation of being close to someone if need be, "Come with me so I don't hurt myself in my sleep or something. S'the last thing I need."

[arethebettermen]

He sighed and tilted his head back, shaking his head slightly. It was going to be bloody difficult to try and maneuver his wheelchair with someone inside it, but he'd certainly try. Charles looked over his shoulder as he put his hands on the wheels, moving himself backwards to make sure he didn't bump into anything. Well, the night had turned into something he wasn't expecting.

"Anthony held a meeting about the letter and information you sent him." Charles said as he slowly moved them out of the kitchen. "He is trying to reorganize everything it seems like."

[chickbro]

"I could get up and try and crawl upstairs--" okay, nevermind, they were moving already. She really didn't know what she could do to help, so she just stayed as she was, trying not to move too much so she wasn't in his way or anything. More so than she already was, obviously.

"Good," she muttered as she closed her eyes, "They needed to have another meeting anyway. I was hoping he would get everyone together again and talk about this. It'll be useful later to know who's on our side and who isn't--" she paused, "did you join up with the resistance?"

[arethebettermen]

Charles came to a stop at the elevator, one of several he had "dreamed up" inside the mansion to make access easier due to him being wheelchair bound. He reached up and pressed the button, turning his attention back to her as the elevator came to the ground level.

"Not exactly." He said. "Not that I don't agree with the resistance, nor do I mind helping Anthony if he needs it... however, I'm not much use to them as a cripple. I'm sure if Anthony has a use for me, he'll be more than happy to ask me for it."

[chickbro]

There were so many times during this conversation that she wanted to punch him in the face for saying things like that. The problem was that she didn't know how hard she would end up hitting him and it just...wouldn't end very well. And Charles could easily toss her out on her ass and/or rat her out to everyone. Not that she thought he would, but he could if so inclined.

"Shut up. Just because you're a 'cripple' doesn't mean you can't do anything to help. Also, why haven't you just dreamt up robot legs or I don't know ...willed yourself to walk. Can you do that?" to hell if she knew.

[arethebettermen]

He wouldn't do that. He was far too much of a gentle person, though some would call him far too naive. Perhaps even arrogant. Noah was in need of help, and no matter what she said, he would still offer her a place to stay in the mansion.

"I suppose I could." Charles said softly. His gaze moved away from her as the elevator doors opened and he wheeled himself inside. With some fancy maneuvering he reached over and pressed the button for the second floor. "It is a dream, after all. Theoretically it's entirely possible for me to walk in this city."

[chickbro]

Even she would admit that she needed help, but now she felt bad for subjecting Charles to this since they hadn't known each other that long. Even if they did know a lot about each other now. More so him knowing about her instead of vice versa, but it was getting there, it seemed.

"So why haven't you done it?" she asked, shifting a bit without really realising it.

[arethebettermen]

Charles was glad she had come to him. It made him feel useful, and reminded him that someone out there needed his help, even if it wasn't his student--even though, technically, it was improper to call them that. He wasn't a proper professor. Not yet, anyways.

He shifted slightly to compensate for her movements before looking at the elevator doors. Charles didn't want to answer that question. Technically, the only person who knew was Tony, and that was only because Charles had made the comment about him and his arc reactor. The two were similar in that way of thinking. They would rather be comfortable in their changed states rather than take the risk and lose it.

The elevator moved up to the second floor. The doors opened and he pushed the wheelchair out, still not answering her question.

[chickbro]

Noah took note of the silence and sighed, not bothering just yet to pry for the answer to her question. She had already pried a few times already, obviously it would be too much to ask for for him to keep telling her things about himself--

Oh, wait, no it wouldn't. Because he knew everything about her and she didn't even have to say a word.

Still, she knew how people were with secrets. She had plenty of her own and knew too many that didn't want to divulge anything about themselves. Of course, as they continued down the hall, she extended her hand, unable to feel it when her fingers grazed against the wall and said,

"Well then, mister wall, would you tell me why Charles hasn't started walking yet? I know he doesn't like that stupid wheelchair."

[arethebettermen]

His eyes flicked upwards in a rolling fashion. He honestly understood her desire, perhaps even need, to know how he thought and why he felt the way he did. However, admitting those things to someone was... the last people that he entrusted those things to were gone now. People he loved, but had to see as opposing forces, knew everything about him, but beyond that it was the fact they were gone.

Part of him didn't see the point in telling others when they would simply walk off and go as well. Not to mention that Noah did not want a complicated relationship involving the assortment of feelings, and yet, she kept asking him the questions that he felt would lead to that sort of relationship. The one with feelings and complications, not necessarily romance. He would of used the word 'intimate', but he could tell the word had a different connotation in her era than it did his, it seemed

[chickbro]

No, no, it wasn't that she didn't want it, just that it was too complicated for her. And honestly, things like that scared her because to hell if she knew how to handle a legitimate relationship outside the ones she shared with friends and family. Being scared of something like that lead her to just wanting things and not actually getting them.

As stated previously, she just kind of wished she could get to know things about him because he knew so much about her, more than she really told anyone...ever. Only seemed fair, really.

"Haven't told anyone then, have you? You know it's bad to keep things bottled up," says the woman that does that, too.

[arethebettermen]

Given he didn't want the situation to turn into an argument, he kept the remark to himself about how she did the exact same thing. The only difference was, he could read her mind and know what she was bottling up. She couldn't read his. Some days he wished people could, then others he was glad they couldn't.

He stopped outside his room, given he was fairly sure if he left her in another room and went back to his, she'd never leave the room unless she was positive she wouldn't break herself or something else. He motioned for her to open the door, given he really couldn't lean forward with her in his lap.

"No, I haven't." Charles said. He hadn't even directly told Tony. He just figured it out. "I figured no one would bother to care to know. Professor X is apparently supposed to be in a wheelchair... and bald. Unfortunately, I have no intentions of being bald. You will have to settle for just the wheelchair."

Once she had opened the door, he rolled into the room. "I certainly hope you don't want to know just because I 'shouldn't

[chickbro]

She would be on the side that wished she could read his mind, because it probably would have made things a lot easier. She couldn't, however, and was planning on just leaving it alone now that it was obvious he didn't want to answer. She knew when to stop bothering people at least.

Leaning forward, she pushed the door open as gently as she could considering her condition, and then leaned back so he could continue carting them around.

"Look, I know I was all excited about you being Professor X and everything, but...you're not what I was expecting--" crap, wait, that's not what she meant, "In a good way. You're different, and uh...I probably shouldn't have just assumed things," because he definitely wasn't the Professor X she knew from the comics she read as a kid, "So maybe you shouldn't settle for the wheelchair. Do something nobody expects."

She frowned at that, "I'm only human, Charles. I'm just curious. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to though."