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               “–i originally studied biochemistry, with a focus on pre-med.                  it’s a pleasure to meet you, charles–i appreciated your questions                  as well.”

                “Would you like to get some tea or coffee?                     I’d love to hear more about your time spent                    as a biochemistry student.” 

        being different doesn’t bother her. she’s been different since the day she arrived over here, and it’s been long enough that layla’s settled into that, refusing to let go of her accent just to fit in a little better. but being wrong? that a whole other ballgame, and it’s not something she wants to be. being able to do different things is exciting. scary, but exciting.  ❝ what can you do? ❞ maybe it’s bad form to ask that — rude, in…mutant circles — but this is the first time she’s met someone else with powers.  ❝ i—i don’t know how much controlling there is. i just…talk to machines. it’s not like it’s dangerous. i mean, i can get into really protected places, but…um. the other students are mu—different too? it wouldn’t be, like, you’re never allowed to use what you can do? ❞

            A small laugh leaves him, she showed quite a bit of promise & her attempt at remaining polite was appreciated, though he’s sure she hadn’t crossed any lines, certainly not with him. This was far from the first time he’d had the privilege of explaining to a potential student that they weren’t freaks by any means. “Well, I’m a telepath,” he begins. “I can read & manipulate minds, have been able to since I was eight years old.” He’s been around for far too long to attempt to easily break what he’s capable of to someone, he is having a conversation with someone who talks to computers after all. He nods gently as she continues asking questions, “it’s still something you’d need to adjust to, right?” He asks. “You don’t have to attend my school, but I believe it’d be a wise choice. No, nothing like that, using your abilities is highly encouraged, they’re what make you unique after all. Yes, right now one of my teachers---used to be one of my students, she can walk through walls, another can control the weather. I’d rather you excel at everything you have to offer the world, in your case talking to technology, that’s something.” 

karen’s calm voice rings out against sensitive ears regardless of her soft tone.  ‘ mr. murdock you have a visitor. ‘  he leans back, pretends to only just notice the patron before waving him forward.   ‘ please, come in, mister? ‘

           “Normally I’d begin with a quaint conversation, ask you how work’s been, so I must ask you to forgive me in my frankness, Mr.Mudock, as I’m in quite a hurry,” he sits up a bit straighter in his chair before continuing on. “I’m looking for someone that I believe you can help me locate, which is peculiar, as I’m normally able to locate just about anyone. I’m looking for Wade Wilson, though he makes no attempt in hiding his actual name, I believe you’d know him as Deadpool.” He pauses & takes a careful inhale before going on. “I’m afraid I haven’t explained myself entirely, Matthew, I’m professor X---of well, the x-men.” 

                     “Well, that’s easy, Scott. You show promise, so much                            motivation, though I’m not sure if you’re aware of it                            quite yet. You’re completely capable of being a great                            leader one day. I won’t always be around, you know.”

Cupid doesn’t shoot arrows; he wields a double-edged sword. nikka ursula (n.t)

                       ❝       i suppose it is, yeah. ❞

                     “I apologize, for my lack of introductory,                                                                 my name is Charles.” 

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          ‘ XAVIER. CHARLES XAVIER. ’

                    “Ah, yes.”                     Perhaps he’s gained just a bit of snark, the other male’s attitude hadn’t been the most pleasant up until he realized he’d been speaking to the correct person all along. Never the less, he’s sure to have realized already, if the silence and look on his face was anything to go by.                                       “That would be me, & you are?”

                       “… I, uh, guess I should introduce myself. Even though I know damn well who you are, and you’ve probably already read my identity off the top of my thoughts…” Cage’s mouth twitched at the corners, gesturing with one broad hand to indication he was only kidding, “–or because Logan can’t seem t’pick just one team.”                     The gesture became an offering, Luke stepping forward so Charles could grasp his palm in greeting. He added, on ceremony. “Luke Cage. Hero for Hire. Couple’a your X-Men are good friends of mine.” 

                    He can’t help the small smirk that pulls at his lips whenever the other male introduces himself, blunt & straight to the point. It certainly lived up to the other’s reputation that he had already established beforehand with some of the x-men.  The extended hand is eyed for a moment before the professor takes it, careful and noting the strength that was so easily conveyed in an act as simple as a handshake.                        “Yes, of course. Charles Xavier, it’s a pleasure to finally                         meet you Luke. You’ve been a great help to my team                          many times. It’s odd that we’re only just now meeting.”                         Even so, they were both busy people, the world didn’t save its self, it was to be expected, arranging meetings just to do so wasn’t something people like them had time for. “I’m glad to hear it, they’re a pretty likable group, though I may be just a bit biased.” 

      Maybe they could find them that way.

                      “I can handle myself,” he states perhaps a bit too confidently, practically insulted that she’d have even asked in the first place. Though, he understands why she’d have asked, not only is Charles a bit small for his age, but most children wouldn’t have rushed forward and offered to help. Desperate to stay busy, to find something to do in order to be a part of it all.                                 “One’s my age, the other is a toddler, both boys. They look like her, they’ve got dark hair & eyes.” Here’s to hoping they were both together, it’d have certainly made things easier. 

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