[OPEN]

[cerebral]

Who: Charles Xavier & you.
What: Open post. Feel free to throw your characters at him.
Where: Mog Hill & Mafaton or somewhere in the central area of the city that your character is likely to bump into him.
When: Veerdi afternoon and evening.
Notes: None.
Warnings:  None.

With no afternoon appointments and no one needing his immediate help at the Glory Shada (he is a counselor, after all, and they tend to keep more regular hours), Charles decides to slip away from work early in order to window shop around the city. It's mostly to look at furniture and other essential household items, although bookshops and strange trinkets inevitably end up catching his eye. Every so often he can be seen in shops, snapping pictures on his CiD, enquiring after prices and how long someone will be able to keep a reservation. Occasionally he'll wander into a cafe for coffee or tea on the go, more to warm up on a chilly Ruundary than anything else.

While walking, he lets his mind idle around, picking up and sifting through passing thoughts as he goes. Despite some friendly warnings to be cautious and his own recent encounters with the unforeseen forces of Baedal, he really can't help himself at times.

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[supersonic]

There's a funny drop in his mood at that, which for all but the most perceptive goes unexpressed. Most of what's left of his life is already in the city. He has a daughter to return to, of course, but Luna is off in another galaxy and not speaking to him besides (with good reason), and Crystal– well, he can't help but wonder if it isn't better for everyone, that he isn't there.

But being trapped grates on his nerves on principle.

"A few left clinging to sanity, then." He nods, approving despite the disparaging tone. (Maybe that's just how he talks.) Then, a cunning redirection: "And what were you before this place snatched you up?"

[cerebral]

Ha ha. Oh, that is a question. And for a moment, Charles' mind flips back through the events of the past few months. How do you explain that to a stranger, even if it is a fellow mutant? 'Stopping World War III'? 'Strategising an emerging minority group'?

Then again, this could be a good room for an indicator as to what he is, so his words may seem carefully chosen when he says, "Teaching an exceptional group of young people who have been gifted with extraordinary abilities."

[supersonic]

He pauses. It's safe to say that catches his interest. The care with which Charles speaks doesn't escape him, either.

"'Extraordinary,'" he repeats, considering the diction. A benign enough word on its own, but Pietro is quite familiar with its more complicated implications. "As in more than human? What is it they say here – 'xenian'?"

The air-quotes are audible; he sounds less than satisfied with the terminology, as if humans are the only applicable yard stick and everyone else is some kind of homogenous group. It's a useful distinction to start with, however.

[cerebral]

"That is what they say here," Charles concedes with a little nod. "Although in my world we use the term 'mutant,' which is how I refer to myself."

He watches Pietro with calm interest, curious to see if that's terminology the strange man recognises.

[supersonic]

His brows knit at that, on the verge of suspicious. He doesn't recognize Charles, but he's hardly familiar with the entire mutant community, and there aren't many reasons to lie about such a thing, especially here. "It's as if this place is collecting us," shaking his head.

"That is two things we have in common, then." Being mutants and being teachers, that is. (...Yes, really.) "The field of mutant secondary education being understandably small, however, I suspect we do not share a universe. Which school are you with?"

Implying there are multiple where he comes from, yes.