dear_mun | (no subject)

[This is Rogue. She doesn't do gentle.]

I'm not hidin' myself away. I know I'm a mutant, I know what my powers are.

What I don't know is why you're takin' an interest in me. Like I said, I have friends. I don't need anymore of 'em.

[The more people she can get close to the more danger she poses to them and vice versa.]

Professionally I have a vested interest in mutants, I based my thesis at Oxford on genetic mutations and how they will accelerate in humans in the next ten to fifteen years. More so than they have in the past millennia.

Personally, I have helped my friends learn how to control their abilities, more so than they were aware of initially. [He knows she's afraid of her own ability and how it can hurt others, but he hasn't scanned her mind to find out what it is.]

So you're a mutant too. [Sarcasm, loads of sarcasm.] Do I also get a speech on how we're all suppose to stick together?

My ability can't be controlled. At best, it's something I deal with, nothing else. If you think you can teach me anything than Professor Xaiver hasn't tried, then you're wrong.

So. Drop. It.

[...well, he was going to have a reply for that, but the fact his own name was flung back in his face gives him pause. A rather long pause. Charles giving her a scrutinizing look (one she might recognize) as if he's looking right through her.]

I'm sorry....if you feel he failed you. [He truly means that.]

[Did she finally get to this guy? Does he finally get that she doesn't want his help. But the way he looks at her...okay that is really eerie.]

No..he hasn't failed me. [The words are spoken softly for a change.]

There are somethings that even the Professor can fix.

[There's hope and relief in his expression as he smiles to himself.]

Perhaps not. That doesn't mean he won't try.

He can try, but only time will tell.

[Pause as she studies him a little more.]

..Professor?

[He didn't doubt she would figure it out. An easy smile comes to his face, its obvious he couldn't be anyone else.]

Hello. Seems I'm ahead of myself this time, unless I miss my guess.

[However, she does have the advantage of knowing who he was before he knew who she was. For now.]

[Whoa...it's a shock to meet the Professor so young, able bodied and...with a head full of hair.]

Hi...[Okay weird, very weird. But it's not as weird as meeting her..mother.[

More like I'm the one ahead and you're...from the past.

[Just wait till she finds out where her mother lived...it can get weirder.]

That's what I thought. Good to know that time doesn't change me too much...

[Remember, ixnay on the airhay.]

Uh..yeah. Still..the same guy. [She won't say anything for now. JUST FOR NOW.]

The Institute, erm, mansion is still the same too.

[He looks very interested, resting his hands in his jacket pockets.]

That's wonderful, we've only just started with honing our team's abilities to work together. [And he is sans wheelchair as well. For now. (Sometimes the mun puts him in it)]

But you're thinking of leaving. [Despite being close to her in age, that expression of worry is still rather fatherly in nature. Charles is still Xavier.]

Really? So you're barely getting a team together? [Whoa, very far into the past then.

...Why does the conversation have to go back to her?]

I want ta leave. Not because of some guy, but because it's been on my mind. Don't fit in there and would rather be elsewhere.

Indeed. It's going rather well too. [Apart from when Erik pushed Banshee off the satellite dish...thankfully, that ended well.]

[He nods understandingly.] I see. Better to fit in elsewhere then? [Charles tilts his head to try and meet her eyes.] Or did someone tell you you didn't fit in? [He may be from the past, but he will Have Words with anyone that is being a bully.]

[The choice of words make her raise an eyebrow.]

I know where I fit in, but it's more than that. And no, no one told me that. It's...I'm not at where I should be and I don't want to stay in a place that reminds of someone.

[That was understandable.]

You're always welcome back. [He smirks with amusement at his own words.] I mean that in advance.

[There's a faint, soft smile.]

I know, it's why I want ta go back. Everyone else is there, but it all depends on my mun.

Who do you have on your team right anyways? [Subtle subject change.]

[Subject change is probably good. He can talk about the past without effecting the future.]

Right now? There is my sister Raven, there's Erik and Shaun, there's Alex and Angel.... [He's listing off on his fingers] and Moira, of course. She's with the CIA.

[Her blood runs cold there.]

Mystique is...she's your sister?

[The worry lines are back but Charles is confused as to why the animosity.]

She was talking about being called that...personally I don't think it fits. What's wrong?

[She's trying hard to not pull away or be angry at him. It's not his fault he doesn't know, really it's not. But it's hard to not spread the anger and hurt around.]

That's what is called now. [Her voice has a hard edge to it then. There's a long pause before she speaks again.]

She adopted me.

[He can sense that.

Give him a moment to wrap his brain around that.]

Oh.

[Nope, a moment longer is needed.]

...I'm....you're.... [Okay, maybe he's having trouble picturing his LITTLE sister adopting a child which is currently standing in front of him.]

You're family.

[She just waits for all of that to sink in. This...this will take a lot of getting used to.]

Y-yeah..kindda of, I guess?

It's...it's a very long story. I don't think you want to know.

[Does he want to picture his little sister trying to turn her daughter into a terrorist?]

[Actually, he would be more mentally traumatized by thinking of his sister sleeping with someone and having a daughter, so it's not as bad as it could have been.]

So I gather... [Charles runs a hand through his hair, composing his thoughts.] Time passes too quickly sometimes.

[He glances up from his reverie.] Your name's Rogue?

[...Let's not even go there. really, thinking of Mystique being in bed with a man is just...creepy.]

Yeah..how did you guess--you read my mind didn't you?

[Really it wouldn't surprise her, but she would've thought he'd ask permission first.]