Telepathy

[excessivehubris]

[OOC: The following message will be sent approximately 6 hours after the prison breakout of the 417. As always, telepathy posts from Charles are OPT-IN, it is completely your choice to have your character "hear" him or not. Also responding to this post is NOT considered permission for him to read your character's mind in any future encounters.

His range allows him to reach all 4 porter cities, so this is open to all characters who wish to opt-in.]



[ It came a few hours after the loudspeaker announcement of the prison break. A light brush across the thoughts, like a polite knock at the door, before crisp.

What came next, for those who might "hear" him, were crisp, British tones delivered in a calm manner. ]

I apologize for the intrusion, but this is the only way I could think to reach as many of you as possible. My name is Professor Charles Xavier, and if we haven't already met? I do wish the circumstances were better.

I'll keep this short, as I am sure that most of you have already heard what has happened at the high-security prisons across all four cities. I'm afraid that I have no further useful details, beyond this one warning.

I've touched the minds of some of the escapees and discovered a very disturbing similarity across each.

Their thoughts and emotions are quite virulent against the imPort community and their intentions are violent. Be prepared to approach them with caution, and/or protect yourself accordingly. If you need or want any assistance and are comfortable asking, I am willing to help as best I can to relay a message in this manner.

Comments

[devoutish]

Fuck off out of my head.

[Alfie's not sure if thinking back will work, but he tries anyway. This creeps him out so much.]

[excessivehubris]

[ It works quite well actually, causing Charles to wince slightly at the other end of the communication, though he'd expected a bit of push back. ]

My apologies.

[ His voice was sincere and he would, as requested, draw back immediately. It had been the message about the prison break that was important. Message delivered, he had no desire to outstay. ]

[devoutish]

[As soon as the network comes back up, he'll get a call there.]

You can do that whenever you like, can you?

[It's been at least a day since the telepathic broadcast went out, but Alfie is just assuming he'll know what he's talking about here.]

[incogneto]

Where are you?

[excessivehubris]

The Foundation. [ He'd been working when the power went out, which should come as a surprise to no one. ]

Yourself?

[incogneto]

[ Lined with some residual exasperated feelings: ]

Trapped in Stark Tech.

[drizzle]

[Hearing an actual voice speaking so clearly will catch Nike slightly off-guard as all she can sense is the feeling and thoughts of a collective group of people in the city she is in along with the voice of the sky and wind as well. It'll take her a moment to turn her full attention to the voice that was giving out important details over the situation, and once he was done she will try to speak back mentally.]

No need to apologize, if anything else it is refreshing to hear an actual voice giving me valuable information than playing clue with the information I am able to access through my surroundings.

Thanks for finding the source of the wicked energy I was able to pick up. It's pretty small compare to the rest of the city as a whole, so I had no idea it is due to something like that. Are you saying these escapees are those in the prisons of these cities?

[excessivehubris]

[ It was always a treat, when someone he had yet to be introduced too didn't fuss at him for these sort of wide band broadcasts. Perhaps a shade of that relief warmed his tone as he responded to her. ]

You'd picked up on it? Very clever and quite useful ability you have. [ Despite all the years around mutations, both back home and here in this world, Charles still found them fascinating.

Though he quickly sobered. ]

There the ones I'm most concerned about. What I've been able to pick up from their minds ties them back to those prisons.

[drizzle]

[She was so used to communicating with her surroundings, having De Chima giving her the cold shoulder at times, that it was a pleasant surprise to be able to communicate with someone for a change. It was clear she wasn't used to being complimented on her powers. At least, not the ones that other people rarely understood. He'll be able to feel the light bashfulness in her tone as she tries to sound as "professional sounding" as she can.]

Ah, t-thanks. It's one of my original abilities from home. It may not be as powerful as it should be, but I was able to synchronize well with a few of the cities to get an idea of the way it communicates.

[If Charles wishes to better understand her meaning, then he'll be allowed to dig further into her mind, hearing the mixture of collective voices (which was currently confusion, fear, and desperation with the hint of malevolence in it) and another humming sound which belongs to the atmosphere, in her personal opinion as a rain summoner.]

What did you pick up from their minds? I can tell it isn't anything good, but I'd like to get an idea of it to pass the information along to those who aren't comfortable in speaking to you like this. I'm guessing it's a few who do?

[quemar]

[The thing that answers Charles back from one seemingly mundane human mind is, in fact, not human at all. Rather, something old, vengeful and terrible.]

Where are they?

[excessivehubris]

[ A mind that old, that weighted was always something of a kick in the teeth. Fascinating, no doubt but it often took Charles a moment to balance himself when speaking with power like this. ]

All around, I'm afraid. There are over two ... possibly three hundred that I was able to identify but not all in one city.

[quemar]

[Interesting. Very interesting. If the thing's attention wasn't focused on the intrusive voice before, it certainly is now. It seems to be weighing the usefulness—the possibilities—of Charles versus what clearly seems like just far too much compassion. That shit gets in the way.]

Can you locate them?

[unbreaker]

[It's alarming to suddenly have his thoughts intruded upon, but it's not the first time he's experienced something of its nature. Josuke's just thankful that, for all the training Tetsuo offered him, he never quite managed to have the presence of mind to maintain a psychic shield at all times, thus allowing Charles' message to get through to him without much difficulty at all.

The calming voice is welcome in the chaos that's found its way into Heropa's streets...and in the chaos of Josuke's own thoughts. He's been worried about a number of people since this mess began, and without any way to contact those he cares about, his concern has festered rapidly. But now...]

...Thanks for the heads up. Think I can ask a favor? There's someone...I really wanna know she's okay.

[Knowing Hazel, she's probably doing just fine wherever she is, but at the same time, knowing Hazel, she could also be in a lot of trouble. Josuke just wants to know for certain which is the case.]

[excessivehubris]

[ Though he had ultimately determined the necessity of this blanket communication, Charles could understand that some people were not happy with the intrusion. He could also understand that is was an intrusion.

So he was genuinely grateful for the folks who hadn't immediately 'yelled' at him, even as he was understanding with the folks who had. ]

Hello! Yes, I can try. Can you give me an idea of who I should be looking for?

[unbreaker]

Her name's Hazel.

[Conveying a clear mental picture isn't something that came easily to Josuke when he first began training with Tetsuo, but over time, and with a lot of practice, he's gotten better. Of course, he hasn't been able to practice with anyone else since Tetsuo left...but he still manages to call up an image of Hazel in his mind. Petite, dark hair, dark eyes, with a couple of scars on her face: one above her right brow, the other across her left cheek. As he thinks of them, he lists them off one-by-one for Charles.]

I haven't run into her around Heropa...so if I can just know she's alright, it'd help a lot. And uh, I really appreciate this.

[He pauses briefly before a quick string of urgent thoughts follows...]

Let me know if there's anything I can do to help, okay? I can do a bit of healing if anybody needs it, and dangerous criminals aren't an issue if someone's in trouble.

I'm so sorry, I could not resist this. This guy canonically never shuts up in his head.

[tacticianing]

[Anything that catches Kidou's interest, he's going to focus on. It's practically opening a door wide open for the thoughts to flow in. Unfortunately, Charles Xavier's found someone with a never-ending internal monologue. At first, it's just a steady stream of thought processes, a few conclusions. Nothing of any importance, though it's a bit needlessly melodramatic.

Using his communicator as a weak makeshift light, Kidou's been busy, organizing everything he can find in the house to see what supplies he can safely use. His hand slides gently along the closet shelf, using a mixture of the communicator screen and his hand to feel around.

That flashlight - where was it? I remember clearly how this is the only place that it can go where it won't interrupt the symmetry of the closet. So, that means it must be in the center...

As his hand closes around a cold metal cylinder, an unfamiliar voice interrupts him. In his own house? Who -?

Kidou looks up immediately, automatically trying to pinpoint its location. It strikes him a moment later that it doesn't seem to be coming from anywhere at all. 'The only way I could think of'... that would be a power, then? It must be.

The voice continues, and Kidou listens carefully to it while he carefully removes the flashlight, turning it around in his hand to locate a switch. Once activated, he turns around to make sure there isn't anyone nearby. The beam moves around the hallway, lighting up walls and a banister. It doesn't catch anyone. The voice doesn't echo the same way sound does in this hallway.

A little more into the sentence, and he needn't have tried to fact check that. This Xavier mentions reading minds, so that removes all doubt. And so, the rapidfire stream of consciousness dramatically continues. There's so much to take in...]

Escaped prisoners? It was obvious from the beginning that we were in trouble. But this has gotten really dangerous! It pains me to admit it, but I doubt if I'd be of much help to most people in a situation like this. Deep in my heart, I don't really want to go out there after hearing that. Although I can't justify inaction.

So what can I do with this information? ...I have to look for other angles to consider.

Hm. I didn't expect there was a power that could read minds. That's also interesting to me, although I'm not sure I like what that implies. Would that mean every thought I have can be heard as if I spoke it?

[Though the sheer volume makes it feel longer, all of this took place very quickly, like his mind is conditioned to constantly analyze every piece of input he comes across.

What comes next isn't a word. It's a feeling of sudden blankness, a creeping feeling spreading out from his chest to his arms, like the underside of a shudder that didn't quite make it to the surface. That moment of sudden realization.]

LOL! It's alright \o/

[excessivehubris]

[ Having tumbled into a few minds in his time, some more active than others, Charles took Kidou's mental stream of consciousness in stride. At first, he listened to see if there was a question, but as there didn't seem to be an inquiry, he moved to give the man his privacy back.

Only before he could retreat, the words seemed to take on a more direction address to him, so the professor paused and offered what he hoped, were useful responses. ]

My intention, with sending out this message, was to allow people to be aware of the potential threat and take what measures they needed to protect themselves and others who may need help.

As for the latter question, that ability varies from psychic to psychic.

[ The conversation was such as to have Charles engaged when that feeling of blankness began to creep over the mind he was speaking with, and he paused for a moment, before asking. ]

Is everything alright?

[lightinside]

[ It's a weird feeling, having someone speak to you in that way. Laurel is a little (perhaps understandably) freaked out before she realises what was happening. ]

Professor. Hi. [ Just give her a moment or two. ] I appreciate the heads up about the prisoners, but are you safe?

[excessivehubris]

[ Misgivings over this particular mode of communication are to be expected. He does appreciate that she takes a minute to sort out her feelings about this and he genuinely appreciates the calm way in which she responds. ]

Hello, Laurel. [ His tone is warm and still calm and inviting. ] I'm quite well, yes and yourself?

[caduceusvalkyrie]

[The telepathy was new to her and she had jumped. To was hard to make out if she was scared by it after all, this whole situation had her afraid and on high alert. After a moment or two, as the voice had continued to speak, she felt herself calming down. Almost mentally taking a deep breath and letting it out.]

Thank you for the heads up, Professor Xavier. I'll make sure to keep an eye out and my wits about me when I leave the hospital.

[excessivehubris]

You're welcome, my friend. [ Please don't take offense, it's just a habit of his when speaking with friendly people. ] You're at the hospital? How are things there?

[mischiefsmith]

[Loki's thoughts just happen to be wide open, this isn't always the story with him, but occasionally.]

Professor Charles Xavier? You mean the Charles Xavier? Headmaster of the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters? Why haven't we met!?...Oh, yeah...prison break...right, I should be fine.

[excessivehubris]

[ The rather energetic response, comes as something of a surprise and as the voice reels off the name of his school back home Charles brightens. ]

Hello! Yes, that's correct. At least, back home, not quite the same scenario here. Do you attend the school?

[pushtheboundaries]

[Sorry about that mild expletive, followed by a somewhat stronger one when he hears about the escapees.]

Thanks for the warning.

[excessivehubris]

You're welcome, Professor Callaghan.