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[mentis]

[ At first there is nothing but panic. Charles feels it race through his veins and spark out of the edges of him. Too many new minds are pressing in upon him and he cannot feel the ones he needs to the most. There is absence of prickling rage, of worry, of teenage bravery and very real fear and Charles acts on instinct, casting out for his friends and his family. People stop in the streets and wince as though simultaneously struck by a headache. He sees it at the very corner of his eye and immediately drops his fingers from his temple, the pain and worry leaking away from those around him to replaced by a blink and you'll miss it sense of apologetic peace.

He'd woken up slumped against the stone lip of a fountain, a device cradled in his hands, blue and yellow leather leaving a cold prickle against his skin. Now he looks at it for the first time, piercing blue eyes alarmed but severe as they peer into the screen. It's a computer, but not one that he's seen before and he lets himself examine it for a moment. It's almost easy to pluck the information out of a passing stranger, the unusual little box and it's communication methods. Charles doesn't necessarily like the thought, invasion of privacy and the so very obvious broadcasting of his helpless location but if he wants to get back to Erik and the children --. ]

Hello. [ Clipped, English accent and all, Charles still sounds so very young. Like a child trying on his father's suit. His own brow furrows, chastising himself internally. ] My name is Charles Xavier. It would appear I've gotten a little ... turned around. [ Undoubtedly. This feels more of a English-American mix and not the sand of Cuban or the irritated buzz of Russians. He thinks momentarily of the red-skinned teleporter before deciding that's not what happened. ] I don't entirely know how I arrived here but I do know I was with a group. Four teenagers, a young woman and another fellow. If anyone could help me get in contact with them that would be much appreciated.

[ Already he has the sinking sensation of the world sealing itself off. But he can't be a pessimist, that wouldn't do. ]

( ooc: So if you'd like your character to get that little psychic shove of worry off Charles feel free. There's probably little way to figure out that it's him unless you know him but if you want to notice it go ahead. Also I have a permissions post if you want to opt out of him reading you. )

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[eiremagic]

They're not here, boyo.

[mentis]

[ Good god, that's an accent he hasn't heard in quite a while. He rubs weakly at his temple and offers the young woman a small smile though the angle itself is awkward. Truly he doesn't quite know how to hold ... whatever it is this is. ]

Is there anyone who could tell me where they've gone? We shouldn't have split up.

[just_displaced]

It's... pretty unlikely that they're here. I mean, it's not impossible, people do show up and have people they already know here, but usually not entire groups. It might not be possible to get in contact with them. I'm sorry, telling anyone that always feels really discouraging.

[mentis]

[ He immediately wants to tell whoever this is that he's unfortunately wrong. But he's so bumblingly sincere that he quells that urge. ] Well, could you tell me where I am at least? Then I can work on the rest, namely getting back to them.

[fe_male]

That's a pretty nebulous description of a group. The other guy is right, they're probably not here, but 'another fellow'? Literally could be anybody.

[mentis]

[ A hum. ] Well, I thought about asking as to the whereabouts of a particularly angry German man who might have already hit one or two of you in the face. But I didn't imagine it would endear me very much and I wanted to just get on with finding out where I was.

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[fiamme]

I'm afraid you will have to be more specific.

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[mentis]

So I've been told. I'm looking for a man called Erik Lehnsherr, a young woman called Raven, three boys - Sean, Alex and Hank. They might be alone, they might not. They'd be wearing yellow and blue too.

[lefthandedgenius]

I don't know exactly how you arrived here either, but this place tends to exist outside of time and space. Transdimensional if you want to call it that. The quantum physics of it all are kind of overwhelming.

so sorry lydia, so sorry.

[mentis]

Clever and gorgeous? They should have had you be the first to introduce me to this place.

[ It doesn't quite have his usual tone, long gone is the jovial Charles who belongs in a pub with a pint in his hand. ] Biology is more my thing but I'm not a stranger to physics.

[olduvai]

Gotta be more specific than that, I'm afraid. There are plenty of teenagers running around this place. A few of them do come in groups. [ based on what he's seen around the network, anyway. ]

[mentis]

There would be three boys. Hank, Alex and Sean. A young women named Raven. They should have a man with them, Erik, but I couldn't be sure of that. [ He hums, soft and worried under his breath. ]

I doubt they're here, I've been filled in unfortunately and if they were I'd know it.

[deadmanbusiness]

[Theo answers the call with his sunglasses off. It's dark in his room so he doesn't have to worry about light sensitivity. So his silver eyes are quite visible. They're not grey but silver like on a full moon or a coin in the pocket.]

Do these people have names?

[mentis]

[ How fascinating. ]

They do. But they're not here. Which is unfortunate. I am, however.

[velveteenwolf]

So, uh, welcome to the City. Hopefully you've already gotten the rundown because I'm totally shit at the whole... you know. Other worlds and times and whatever the fuck this place is.

[He waves, though the gesture in itself is somehow sarcastic.]

[mentis]

[ He's trying not to be charmed by that use of language. ]

Well, thank you for the greeting nonetheless.

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[directives]

Turned around's one way of putting it. I'm afraid you likely won't be able to reach your colleagues.

[ if this were charles from later on in his life, there'd be a lot of face confusion going on here... ]

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[mentis]

Yes, I'm getting that loud and clear now.

[ But he offers up the smallest of smiles, an offering to a stranger. He should be more cautious but that's Erik's forte, not his.

Also let us never discuss how he would look bald. ]

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[hexuality]

[She looks startled, really; there's familiarity there, too.]

Charles?

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[mentis]

Hello?

[ He sounds startled, mildly curious. She's not someone he doesn't recognise and she's potentially a tad too young for a one night stand he's simply forgotten. Well, he says that but London is full of interesting people.

Either way he's glad for the little box. She can't punch him if she's offended by his next question. ]

I'm sorry, do we know each other?

[livingmyths]

Charles! You're back!

It's nice to see you. Maybe we can actually get to talk about, you know, things!

[mentis]

Erm, hello.

[ He's not going to get used to people recognising him any time soon. But she seems rather sweet and so he offers up a smile. ] I'm afraid I seem to be suffering with some arrival amnesia. I'm told that's not unusual.

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[excelsiors]

People sometimes arrive around the same time. So if you can't find who you're looking for, they might turn up.

» audio never too late to tag charles tbh.

[mentis]

I'm not sure if I should hope for that right now. From what I've been told about this place, my sister and our friends would be far better off where she is.

[ And that's in the middle of a potential WWIII with two big powers and their missiles, so that's saying something. ]

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[gratefultogetaway]

You might want to be a little bit more specific about your friends...people apparently have the tendency to come here in clumps, so they may be here.

[mentis]

I've been told. [ He sounds put out and worried, the shape of it sharp edges in his otherwise kind voice. ]

I'd have liked to get a message to them but I believe that's nigh impossible too. I suppose I shall have to take up brooding to deal with this concern.