Telepathy and then Open to Video/Text/Audio or More Telepathy

[excessivehubris]

OOC: The following return shenanigans is entirely Opt-In ONLY. Even opting in feel free to have your character experience as much or as little of what Charles' bellowing. Here is his updated Permission Post there are some mild spoilers on it, nothing huge. As always, an exchange here does not give blanket permission for future psychic shenanigans.

[ Today’s trick question; what happens when you take an angry telepath, gearing up for the fight of his life and yank him across an inter-dimensional portal into another world?

Answer? ]



[ His last physical memories were of being strapped down on a stone slab, the acidic tang of electricity in the air and a terrifying squelching sound as gold ooze crept up along the stone towards him. An inevitable crawl that promised global destruction if En Sabah Nur succeeded.

Already angrier than he could ever remember being in the past, Charles was in full fight mode both physically, and more importantly, psychically. He was pushing his powers to their limits, struggling against the shielding force of a near god-like being and the sudden jump from the weight of En Sabah Nur’s shielding to no shielding threw Charles off.

Rather like suddenly falling through a door you'd been charging towards, or like Charlie Brown, Lucy and the football.

To those unlucky enough to catch the edge of his telepathic 'shout' the words were delivered with a punch of volume that might leave a person breathless. ]

Iwon'tallowthisIwon'tletyou! GET AWAY FROM ME!!!

[ Angry telepath was angry. While the intensity of the psychic bellowing might leave those who were susceptible to such with a headache at least it was fairly fleeting. As opposed to the poor NPC only sods on shift at the Cape that particular hour.

They got the bellowing combined with a temporary freezing of all their awareness and movement. It wouldn't be for long and no one got hurt, but it was going to be enough to earn Charles a time out and a talking too by government officials.

Once he stopped trying to psychically bellow the house down. ]

[ooc: Feel free to respond to him telepathically OR devices will also work. ICly, responses will be delayed on his device due to the scolding he'll be getting for this. ]

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[radioclub_jp]

[The shout hits Paprika like a ton of bricks. Being a little bit psychic is still fairly new to her, and so far it's been her doing the intruding, not the other way around, so she's got no precedent for this. It's not until the noise clears that she realizes she's fallen out of her chair.

Another cafe patron helps her up, but it turns out she's not the only one; a handful of other NPC customers seem to have heard it as well, judging by how freaked out they're acting. Paprika glances about at their surroundings, but of course sees nothing out of the ordinary. Her head's still pounding faintly from the intensity of it, though. It was definitely real... and definitely frightening.]

What was that...?

[excessivehubris]

[ Whoops.

Now that he's getting his bearings, Charles really was feeling more than a little contrite about what he'd just done. While he wasn't apologetic about having employed his powers against En Sabah Nur, he certainly wishes he hadn't come back at the near height of it.

But what was done was done. Time for apologies. ]

I am afraid that was me, [ the words come telepathically but much much softer now and laced with sheepishness. ] And I do apologize. I wasn't expecting to be Porter back into this world and wasn't prepared.

[radioclub_jp]

[Oh geez okay that is not less weird the second time around. It doesn't hurt this time, but even so, it startles her. Her thoughts race, stumbling over each other.]

An imPort-? No of course, a normal person couldn't- In my head, but how-?

[But finally they converge, like light focusing through a lens, into one she actually intends to be heard.]

Who are you?

[excessivehubris]

[ He may have winced a little at the words normal person but it wasn't as if her assessment was wrong. He was an imPort and even back home, as much as he'd always wished otherwise, it was obvious now that he might never see mutants to a point where they were considered normal.

Heavy thoughts for another time.

Giving her time to sort through the tumble of questions, his curiosity is peaked when she appears to order her thoughts and direct one particular thought towards him. ]

Professor Charles Xavier. I was here, in this world, for quite a few months but went home. It would appear that the Porter has seen fit to bring me back.

[radioclub_jp]

"Went home"? But I thought we were all (trapped/stuck/trapped)...?

[Belatedly, she realizes she's still standing. She resumes her seat at the small table, glancing at the spiral notebook she was brainstorming in a moment ago.]

My pen. Where'd my pen go? Ah... wait, did he hear that, too? Sorry, I - this is all kind of strange to me.

[excessivehubris]

Apparently the Porter can decide to send us back, usually without consulting us and I have never heard of an instance where she's done so by request.

[ He explained, before falling silent as she began to talk again. It took a few words before he realized she wasn't talking to him. ]

It's quite alright, my dear. I will say you are handling it remarkably well. Would you like me to withdraw, so you can continue with your day?

[radioclub_jp]

No! [Perhaps a little too quick with that.] I mean, it's all right. I find it really interesting. Sharing dreams is one thing, but sharing thoughts... there's not that much of a difference, is there?

[excessivehubris]

[ He pauses, thinking the polite thing would be to ease back and let her mind settle, speak at a later date. But she did ask and put forth a question he couldn't help but be intrigued by so, hopefully he isn't too much of a headache! ]

It can depend I suppose. Speaking like this is more of a conscious exchange of thoughts, words and interaction. Dreams are a little more ... interpretive and done with less control, since it's engaging the subconscious.

Is that your power? Sharing dreams?

[radioclub_jp]

[A slight pause- maybe she shouldn't have brought that up. But it just sort of sprang to mind, like everything else. Ah, geez.]

... Yeah. It was never a "power" before, though, there were machines (DC Mini)... It's (my/our) job, psychoanalysis through dreams.