onepassingnight | ᴏɴᴇ ✄ something's wrong

[[OOC: Warning's for slight violence.]]

[It was like a heartbeat. Each passing moment, heartbeats. The steady rhythmic thump that would normally seem so calming, especially when sleeping, was a sure sign something was wrong. Everything was quiet besides the thump-thump. Then a gun is being cocked. Bang. Shotgun. That's what it is.

Thump-thump. Heart beat's normal. Regular. It's now that a boy starts to make his way into view. There's a whistling that takes over the heart beating, along with his footsteps down a hallway. Where is he? School. Lockers surround him, black and white tiles coat the floor. The boy's tall, blonde, but what's wrong with his face? There's blood dripping down it. Wait, that was right, right? There was blood dripping down it. His hair was a bloody mess, too. Oh, no. He's got a fine face now. Just fine. That blood was only an illusion.

Suddenly, the scenery changes. Tate's in a library. There's a girl under the table, crying. Whimpering. Things are quiet. No more whistling. No more heartbeat. Just her. He pushes the table back and -- Violet? No. That's wrong. The scenery changes again, and he's in the basement of a large house, holding a red ball.

He looks confused. None of his dreams have ever been so meshed together like this.]

[ooc: haaayyy! sorry if this isn't..the right way to post? IDK IT'S MY FIRST ONE. if something's not right, lemme know. also, i am super excite to play with everyone c:]

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[Another calm figure, but it relaxes Tate, sort of. As much as it could, anyway.]

Really.

[ Small smile. Offers his hand. ]

Charles Xavier.

[He stares down at his hand. Hesitantly, he shakes hit.]

Tate.

Nice to meet you. [ A short pause. ] Is this your home?

No.

[He's pretty good at conversation, right?]

It's someone else's.

I'm sure it's lovely, regardless. [ It's a bit odd to dream of other people's homes. ] We should leave the basement.

[He motions to the stairs.]

Go ahead.

[The upstairs is rather extravagant compared to the basement, which is... anything but.]

It's your dream. Do you want me walking around on my own? [ He will but, he figured he should at least ask. ]

I don't care, the people who live here aren't here, and they probably wouldn't notice anyway.

[He'd following him up the stairs, but he didn't want to go up first.]

[ Charles starts up the stairs, one leg in front of the other, slowly taking in the environment. He had been given the permission, he couldn't be accused of rudely walking about another's mind so freely. ]

[Tate's already up on the main floor, peeking around the door to look at Charles. How did he get there, anyway?]

You a doctor?

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I'm a teacher. [ He's going to assume that you mean - a medical doctor, and not just the degree. ] Just a teacher.

That's it? What do you teach?

Genetics. [ Basically, yes. ] For the most part, at least.

Wow. What kinda things do you know?

I specialize in genetic mutations. What kind of things would you like to know? [ Because he has learned that other people don't find it quite as exciting as him. ]

Genetic mutations? So you have an explanation for a lot of things that happen to people?

[Wonder if he can explain ghosts.]

Some things that happen to people.

What about when they die?

Not my area of expertise. Genetics can contribute to people and how they die, but aren't always the cause.

I mean, do you think they can come back to life?

I think that would be a pretty interesting mutation in one's genetics.

Mutation. Really?

It would have to be.

I doubt it.

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