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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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[She perhaps misinterprets him as a faint smirk touches her lips.]

That's right. As a mentalist, you have your own way of fighting.

[Imagine it, someone even on the level of Zoisite. Yes, he could easily force his own way, couldn't he?]

As a mentalist, I do not need to fight.

[Still misunderstanding, she at first takes him to mean he'd brainwash or hypnotize the people he needs to influence.]

You could say it that way. But in the end, it's still working towards your goal against the ones who'd stand in your way.

What do you think I'm doing?

If you'd say you're doing that, then you're already fighting.

I haven't done anything yet.

Resisting the ones in your way is still another way of fighting.

[Just as, long ago it sometimes seems now - and now, too - research and information and strategy had been her own chief way of contributing to the battles.]

I call it hiding.

Hiding? Are you calling yourself a coward?

Most certainly not. [smile]

Then what are you saying about yourself with those words?

I'll do what I can to protect hose around me without fighting directly.

[They're going in circles.]

I'd like to see more of this place.

[ Charles is stubborn in his beliefs. ]

I can show you more.

I've never really seen this sort of place. In Tokyo, most people live in apartments. [There are very grand apartments, to be sure, but still not this sort of space.]

Do they? I can't imagine not living here, now.

I'm eager to see the rest, then. [She hangs back to let him go ahead of her.]

[ Charles leads her around the home, there's a lot of unused rooms on the way. ] It's nto that exciting.

I'm interested in the art and furnishings.

My mother had good taste, I suppose.

You haven't changed it at all? [said with her neck craning to look at the ceilings briefly.]

You must be devoted.

Not yet, at least. I've been in university. It wasn't a priority.

[She said it because she can understand devotion to family, especially to a mother.]

Where did you study?

Oxford.

[ Charles took it as devotion to the house. Forget his mother. ]

Edited 2011-08-25 03:22 (UTC)

I'd be interested to visit there some day. [Even if just to lose herself in the libraries and museums.] Maybe you'll show me.