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arcanarumlogs2011-08-09 08:33 am
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Who: Charles Xavier and [OPEN]
What: New Arrival!
When: Late afternoon / Early evening?
Where: Rose district
Warnings: I'm still getting the hang of this, so do forgive me if I'm screwy and feel free to let me know; I just wanted to get this up since LJ has been dead and I've been having finals. ♥
To say Charles Francis Xavier was surprised at his arrival would be an understatement. Despite many ‘you should have seen it coming’ jokes Sean liked to make; he was a telepath not a psychic. He had absolutely no ability to see the future and philosophically speaking was rather glad about that, usually. In this instance he might have found the opposite preferable; some sort of warning, notice, anything would have been great. He could adapt, learn, accept change and... all of that other nonsense but that didn’t mean he liked to. And a forward warning that he would be in a woman’s clothing would have been very nice.
He glanced down at his legs, seeing the soft and yet entirely distressing purple fabric. He was in a dress. A bloody dress. Brows knit in confusion as his head whipped from side to side, looking for any indication of why he’d been stripped from his suit and tossed into someone else’s clothing. While he was prone to drinking, he was not prone to blacking out, so finding himself somewhere entirely new dressed in clothing that did not belong to him was nerve wracking. Lifting his left hand to his temple, his index and middle finger lightly brushed the skin as he attempted to reach out and contact someone-- anyone-- he knew.
However he was welcomed with nothing but silence. Only the reverberation of his own thoughts. Even the distant hum that always settled int he back of his mind, the trail of other’s consciousness, was absent. His mutation... was gone. He felt an ache in his chest, plagued with a new worry and confusion. He reminded himself that it may not be entirely gone; perhaps he had entered an area that nullified mutations or something akin to that. A few cautious steps to the side as eh tried to get his grounding-- this place looked nothing like any he recalled being to. Not Oxford, not New York and surely not London. This place was confusing and foreign and he had no way of knowing where the others were. The kids. He needed to find them as soon as possible.
What: New Arrival!
When: Late afternoon / Early evening?
Where: Rose district
Warnings: I'm still getting the hang of this, so do forgive me if I'm screwy and feel free to let me know; I just wanted to get this up since LJ has been dead and I've been having finals. ♥
To say Charles Francis Xavier was surprised at his arrival would be an understatement. Despite many ‘you should have seen it coming’ jokes Sean liked to make; he was a telepath not a psychic. He had absolutely no ability to see the future and philosophically speaking was rather glad about that, usually. In this instance he might have found the opposite preferable; some sort of warning, notice, anything would have been great. He could adapt, learn, accept change and... all of that other nonsense but that didn’t mean he liked to. And a forward warning that he would be in a woman’s clothing would have been very nice.
He glanced down at his legs, seeing the soft and yet entirely distressing purple fabric. He was in a dress. A bloody dress. Brows knit in confusion as his head whipped from side to side, looking for any indication of why he’d been stripped from his suit and tossed into someone else’s clothing. While he was prone to drinking, he was not prone to blacking out, so finding himself somewhere entirely new dressed in clothing that did not belong to him was nerve wracking. Lifting his left hand to his temple, his index and middle finger lightly brushed the skin as he attempted to reach out and contact someone-- anyone-- he knew.
However he was welcomed with nothing but silence. Only the reverberation of his own thoughts. Even the distant hum that always settled int he back of his mind, the trail of other’s consciousness, was absent. His mutation... was gone. He felt an ache in his chest, plagued with a new worry and confusion. He reminded himself that it may not be entirely gone; perhaps he had entered an area that nullified mutations or something akin to that. A few cautious steps to the side as eh tried to get his grounding-- this place looked nothing like any he recalled being to. Not Oxford, not New York and surely not London. This place was confusing and foreign and he had no way of knowing where the others were. The kids. He needed to find them as soon as possible.
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Once she was done exploring, Utena decided to head back only to find a man in a dress. Oh poor thing he was chosen to replace a princess.
"Are you new?" It was best to ask.