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[helpmeguideit]

[ Charles is standing in a field. Behind him - in a distance is a house that is his in Westchester in 1962. It's quiet here, and he is enjoying the quiet, though he definitely wasn't expecting it. Last he recalled, he was dripping wet and standing aboard a CIA ship. This was a pleasant surprise, and he was mostly aware that it was a dream. He let his hands slip into his pockets as he took to the quiet grounds.

It is bright outside, cloud free. He looks up, a smile spread across his lips. He thinks of Raven, and how much she might enjoy a few moments here with him. Then he thinks of those CIA agents that he had just met. The clouds change just a little bit when his thoughts change, briefly darkening. The smile fades, just a little, and is replaced with curiosity and a bit of concern.

He turns on a heel and looks around. He's never had a dream be so vivid. ]

[[ ooc; yaaaaaay. finally first posting. Also! permissions posts are good for telepaths. You can also note here on yes or no on mind-reading. :) ]]

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[helpmeguideit]

My name is not famous.

[ For a moment, Charles thinks maybe he is very confused. ]

It's my name, but just that.

[cataphasia.livejournal.com]

Charles Xavier is like the MLK of mutant rights, not to mention he's one of the most powerful telepaths, let alone mutants.

[helpmeguideit]

[ Those words struck a cord, just a bit -- well, telepath and mutant did. He glances Billy over, and takes a brief -- not prying look. He's mostly trying to figure out the truth on this. He considers this carefully. ]

I am a mutant and a telepath. [ And a half-smile. ]

[cataphasia.livejournal.com]

[There's a look of fear, horror on his face for a few seconds. Did something happen? Did he do this in his sleep? Or did someone do this to him?]

What year is it?

[helpmeguideit]

[ Charles notices the expression. ]

No need to have that look, it's 1962.

1/???

[cataphasia.livejournal.com]

[Just, this face for at least five seconds.]

[cataphasia.livejournal.com]

Nine, nineteen sixty two? [His chest tightens, panicing a bit. Oh no, oh no, how did this happen?]

DONE

[cataphasia.livejournal.com]

I guess I wouldn't need to have that look, if I wasn't born for at least thirty years from 1962.

[helpmeguideit]

So you're from sometime in the future to me.

[ ... He has a few ideas but -- ]

How?

[cataphasia.livejournal.com]

[He's quiet verbally, but his thoughts are racing. It isn't the question of how, but which way. He also knows time traveling always, just somehow, manages to mess up something badly along the way. He turns around, facing away from Xavier. He begins to mutter to himself, but the words are comprehensible.] Iwanttogohometomytime, Iwanttogohometomytime, Iwanttogohometomytime, Iwanttogohometomytime, Iwanttogohometomytime...

[His body lifts off the ground, a blue aura starting to surround him. He keeps repeating the phrase, but when he stops, everything goes back to normal, and he turns around again.]

I'm not sure how, but from what I know of time travel, it's not a good thing that I'm here.

[helpmeguideit]

We're not awake, I'm sure of it. [ He had been here in his dreams before. ] I won't pry, and don't tell me anymore. I'm not sure how you leave.