...I heard there's this "prom" the kids are excited about.
I was wondering if you have a partner for it?
I was wondering if you have a partner for it?
Wh— no… I— You’re asking me?
Well, yes, I…suppose. I’d be honored.
ooc/
sup
hows it hanging
I’ve been here all along I have no idea what you’re talking about.
In other words I’m sorry college is a butt and I’m lazy when I do happen to have freetime BUT if you want to rp, message me, and I’ll make it a point to reply at least once every day and Khat will bug the crap out of me If I don’t! Win win!
An X-Men RP: The Brotherhood and Xavier’s School
We are an X-men roleplay set a bit after First Class seeking more members for both sides! Please check out the above links for more information, depending on which side you’re interested in joining. Original characters are allowed and encouraged, but we have plenty of canon character spots open, so if you want a canon character, feel free to ask if they’re open!
If you have any specific questions, feel free to ask either of the mods: Magneto or Charles(me).
Professor, I'm about to come back home with a mutant. He may be in need of your care.
Of course. I’ll be available to help in whatever way proves needed.
Etch sat down carefully in the chair, looking up nervously at the professor. "You see, Professor Xavier, I can usually suppress the memories on my own- they just get a bit too much sometimes- I don't know." She broke off, trying to avoid making eye contact, twisting her hands in her lap. "Is it possible to... shield things I might want to keep to myself?" she asked hesitantly, not quite meeting his gaze.
Nodding, Charles thought carefully before he spoke, choosing his words carefully. “Of course. Try to think of it as… a hallway with many doors along it. Some might be closed, some might be open. I won’t open any door that isn’t already open, alright?” He smiled at her reassuringly. “Just put the memories that are causing you trouble in the open rooms. Sound good?” Pausing again, Charles narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. “You’d like me to supress them more carefully, correct?” It never hurt to be exactly sure of what people wanted, he found, especially when he tried to refrain from reading minds.
'Because of my mutation- my eidetic memory- I've had... attacks all of my life. Sometimes the memories- they all come back and I've been known to pass out, and I thought-' she realised she was rambling, and tucked her hair behind her ear, biting her lip. 'I thought that with your having experience with telepathy and memories- I don't know, you might be able to help me. it's been getting worse and worse lately.'
Furrowing his eyebrows, Charles gestured towards the chair on the other side of his desk. “Of course.” Falling silent for a minute or two, he was slow to speak again. “There are…several different things we could do. I could repress them- although that’s never a permanent solution, I’m afraid, or we can …delve into your mind itself.”
'Hello there, professor,' Etch said, knocking on his slightly open door. I couldn't sleep and I was wondering if I could have a talk with you about something- I hope I haven't disturbed you.'
“Please, come in.” Charles lifted his head, mustering a smile despite the lateness- he would be up for far longer, and it wouldn’t hurt to have a chat. “Certainly. What is it you need?”
For those who weren’t aware…
The theme for the party tonight at the Academy has become ‘pirates’.
I am curious to see this…
Professor Xavier, isn't it? I'm Elisabeth Fenton, but you can call me Etch. I was wondering if there was a space at your school for me- I've had a bit of a rough time lately and I haven't really got anywhere else to go. I have an eidetic memory and I'm capable of knowledge projection.
You’ve come to the right place, Etch. There is always a space for everyone- It’s wonderful to have you here.
Star smiled and nodded before scurrying off to the kitchen and hurrying back with a slice of pumpkin pie topped with whipped cream. She really was glad that Professor Xavier had returned, she looked up to him, as did all of the students. "Welcome back," she smiled.
“Thank you, Star.” Charles said warmly, smiling and accepting the pumpkin pie from her. “I hope the rest of your day is wonderful.”
