[A child sees the world very differently from an adult. In Charles' world, his mother was a beautiful fairy tale princess, who always smelled good and looked perfect.]
Careful, Charles, don't hug so tight, you'll wrinkle Mother's dress.
[She was gentle as she held him away when he would have given her an exuberant hug but she always managed to sweep away from his outstretched arms, in a cloud of sweet smelling perfume and a whisper of silk. It was confusing but then she would give him that bright smile and everything was alright.
Only today, Mother wasn't smiling. Her face was white, making the dark tracks of her mascara seem obscene against her skin as she cried. He didn't understand, what was making his mother cry and jerked away from the hold of the maid to rush into the sitting room where the two men in somber suits flanked his mother.]
Mother?!
[His voice sounded so small to his ears now, such an odd word to come from the lips of a six year old, when most children would use Mommy, Mummy or Mum. But the thought was brief and broken as in the next moment, the whispers came...]
Oh child no, come back! This must be Xavier's son, certainly looks like his father. Poor child. I hope they don't try to have an open casket, he shouldn't see his father like that... Charles! Oh God, I can't let him see me like this, I can't tell him that Brian's dead!
[And at that moment, came the rushing crush of more voices. Whispers that ranged close to fifty different voices, most of them feeling shocked, saddened and echoing the words "Brian/Dr. Xavier is dead, explosion, torn to pieces, the body was nearly melted by the radiation, gruesome way to go..."]
Mother?!? What do they mean? Where's Daddy?
[Daddy. If Sharon Xavier was 'Mother' then Brian Xavier was 'Daddy' and Charles felt the growing crush of confusion that came with the press of so many grief stricken voices and emotions.]
What do they mean, accident? What is Ray-dee-ation?
[Sharon's face went even more white as her large blue eyes (her contribution to her son's genetics) glanced over to the two startled men and then her face twisted. Turned ugly with grief and panic she had screamed at him with her voice, her mind and her raw emotions.]
GET OUT! You little freak!
Option B
[The first time Cerebro had powered up there was a roar, like a wave cresting in the distance, a stab of pain against the back of the eyes and suddenly the warm, amber landscape of the relay station snapped out of view and he was plunging. A sickening ride, that felt literally like being yanked out of his own body and hurled into a roiling, cascading riptide of thousands, millions …
It was a crushing rush of emotions, none of them his own and he could no longer feel the ground beneath his feet. His mind told him that he was clinging to something for dear life but he couldn't feel what and … it didn't matter.
None of it mattered because there was so many of them so many of them so far and so wide and he was stronger than the rush, his own sense of self, the discipline of his mind (no longer a confused six year old boy) was more than capable of harnessing the cascading rush.
Like a bird breaking above the rapids beneath, Charles quickly winging free of the torrent, back to sense of self and in the distance he could now see the inside of the relay station (Erik to his right, Raven to his left) once again.
But it’s was an after thought and had nothing to do with where he wanted to be! Banking back over the streaming tide of so many mutants, so many!! not alone there were so many scattered, in between the less vibrant consciousnesses. Hovering over them all, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, such a reach he had now and he could feel them so clearly.
Their minds, each thought, each emotion, each dream (dark and light) it all whispers up to him but no longer is it overwhelming; instead it is so damn empowering.
Cerebro enabled and almost godlike reach and it was hard to feel tied to the small, physical form standing on the lighted disk. Not when he was now able to see so far, miles upon hundreds of miles, unchecked, their minds laid out like offerings as Cerebro connected him to them all.
But that was not his purpose today.
Identify, he's here to identify and suddenly it was so easy, simply fold back the wings of his mind and then hurtling down low across the current of every consciousness within his nearly limitless range. Wings flash outwards, he'd harnessed the power all too easily, learned (steep learning curves have always stimulated him) to steady himself against the near thermal like draw of all those voices, all those emotions; hundreds of thousands.
The bright ones, the others like him mutants, call to Charles and it is such a simple thing now to reach out and touch the ones he wants, sending their location back through the stupid plastic helmet on his head. Faster and faster, it was like hitting a drug, over and over and over again; beautiful, stimulating, splendid and the headache it gave him was negligible compared to what he was able to do here.
So.Much.Power. Charles' power but now amplified beyond measure.]
Charles Xavier [OTA]
[A child sees the world very differently from an adult. In Charles' world, his mother was a beautiful fairy tale princess, who always smelled good and looked perfect.]
Careful, Charles, don't hug so tight, you'll wrinkle Mother's dress.
[She was gentle as she held him away when he would have given her an exuberant hug but she always managed to sweep away from his outstretched arms, in a cloud of sweet smelling perfume and a whisper of silk. It was confusing but then she would give him that bright smile and everything was alright.
Only today, Mother wasn't smiling. Her face was white, making the dark tracks of her mascara seem obscene against her skin as she cried. He didn't understand, what was making his mother cry and jerked away from the hold of the maid to rush into the sitting room where the two men in somber suits flanked his mother.]
Mother?!
[His voice sounded so small to his ears now, such an odd word to come from the lips of a six year old, when most children would use Mommy, Mummy or Mum. But the thought was brief and broken as in the next moment, the whispers came...]
Oh child no, come back!
This must be Xavier's son, certainly looks like his father.
Poor child. I hope they don't try to have an open casket, he shouldn't see his father like that...
Charles! Oh God, I can't let him see me like this, I can't tell him that Brian's dead!
[And at that moment, came the rushing crush of more voices. Whispers that ranged close to fifty different voices, most of them feeling shocked, saddened and echoing the words "Brian/Dr. Xavier is dead, explosion, torn to pieces, the body was nearly melted by the radiation, gruesome way to go..."]
Mother?!? What do they mean? Where's Daddy?
[Daddy. If Sharon Xavier was 'Mother' then Brian Xavier was 'Daddy' and Charles felt the growing crush of confusion that came with the press of so many grief stricken voices and emotions.]
What do they mean, accident? What is Ray-dee-ation?
[Sharon's face went even more white as her large blue eyes (her contribution to her son's genetics) glanced over to the two startled men and then her face twisted. Turned ugly with grief and panic she had screamed at him with her voice, her mind and her raw emotions.]
GET OUT! You little freak!
Option B
[The first time Cerebro had powered up there was a roar, like a wave cresting in the distance, a stab of pain against the back of the eyes and suddenly the warm, amber landscape of the relay station snapped out of view and he was plunging. A sickening ride, that felt literally like being yanked out of his own body and hurled into a roiling, cascading riptide of thousands, millions …
thoughts, dreams, emotions, joys, sorrows, hopes, losses, pleasures, pains, agony, happiness…
It was a crushing rush of emotions, none of them his own and he could no longer feel the ground beneath his feet. His mind told him that he was clinging to something for dear life but he couldn't feel what and … it didn't matter.
None of it mattered because there was so many of them so many of them so far and so wide and he was stronger than the rush, his own sense of self, the discipline of his mind (no longer a confused six year old boy) was more than capable of harnessing the cascading rush.
Like a bird breaking above the rapids beneath, Charles quickly winging free of the torrent, back to sense of self and in the distance he could now see the inside of the relay station (Erik to his right, Raven to his left) once again.
But it’s was an after thought and had nothing to do with where he wanted to be! Banking back over the streaming tide of so many mutants, so many!! not alone there were so many scattered, in between the less vibrant consciousnesses. Hovering over them all, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, such a reach he had now and he could feel them so clearly.
Their minds, each thought, each emotion, each dream (dark and light) it all whispers up to him but no longer is it overwhelming; instead it is so damn empowering.
Cerebro enabled and almost godlike reach and it was hard to feel tied to the small, physical form standing on the lighted disk. Not when he was now able to see so far, miles upon hundreds of miles, unchecked, their minds laid out like offerings as Cerebro connected him to them all.
But that was not his purpose today.
Identify, he's here to identify and suddenly it was so easy, simply fold back the wings of his mind and then hurtling down low across the current of every consciousness within his nearly limitless range. Wings flash outwards, he'd harnessed the power all too easily, learned (steep learning curves have always stimulated him) to steady himself against the near thermal like draw of all those voices, all those emotions; hundreds of thousands.
The bright ones, the others like him mutants, call to Charles and it is such a simple thing now to reach out and touch the ones he wants, sending their location back through the stupid plastic helmet on his head. Faster and faster, it was like hitting a drug, over and over and over again; beautiful, stimulating, splendid and the headache it gave him was negligible compared to what he was able to do here.
So.Much.Power. Charles' power but now amplified beyond measure.]