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[ 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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No need to watch me like that, Erik.

[ Charles looks relaxed, casual even. He moved his hands out of his pockets so he could look around. ]

Someone who would do this is more powerful than you or I because we're both in a place I dream of with our own consciousness. Do you know how difficult that would be to set up?

I don't know.

[The answer was terse, shadowed by Erik's heightened suspicion. Was he just supposed to believe that they were dreaming? Then again, maybe that's all it was. Stranger things had happened. He finally looked off, turning his attention to the house as he shoved his hands into his pockets.]

You must've had a life of hardship.

I'm just curious as to how you got into my dream.

[ He's watching Erik, not with suspicion, but curiosity. ]

My life was as it was.

Oh, yes. Quite a difficult life, I imagine. Full of the pressing matters of what to have the servants do or cook.

[ Raises an eyebrow. ] I think you misunderstand.

Clarify it for me.

Money doesn't make life easy. [ Although it doesn't hurt. ] I was still a mutant.

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Of course. How callous of me.

With time, you will understand. I still wait for your answer, Erik.

[Erik contemplated him for a second before letting out a dry chuckle.] You said this was a dream. I promised a decision in the morning.

Yes, in the morning. I do hope you're thinking on it.

I'm sure some part of me is.

But it isn't the part that is taking a stroll around my dream.

No, it isn't.

This part of you should think about it as well.

Are you so eager to have a stranger along for whatever misadventure you have planned?

You're no stranger.

We're very little acquainted, Charles.

I'm a telepath, Erik. I know you well. [ Which doesn't mean he understands. ]

Which does little to make me feel any more at ease with you.

I could do something about -- No, that is something only time can do, I'm afraid.

[Erik lifted his brows, the expression unclear whether he was agreeing or challenging the assertion. His gaze shifted back to the house and he gestured toward it.]

Are you going to tour me?

If you'd like.

[ Charles steps towards the house. ] Follow me.

[Erik nodded once and fell in step beside Charles, following him to the mansion.]

[ And Charles showed him towards the house. Opening the door and letting Erik step inside first.]

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