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Charles Xavier COURT Seelie. TITLE The Whispermage. OCCUPATION N/A. ABLE TO FAST-TRAVEL N/A. RESIDENCE IN 2,701 Caer Glaem. RESIDENCE IN 2,702 Caer Glaem and his watchtower on the Cathraon Plains (and a key to a house in Maupertius, but few people know about that.)

SUMMARY At the beginning of the timeskip, Charles helped the Seelie forces at the Battle of An Càrn Dubh by recreating the image of the fallen dragon Sura and using his telepathy to spread dissent among the Unseelie ranks and dissuade people from fighting. The suffering of the people around him and the extent to which he pushed himself (while using his shard) took a large toll on him, especially when he called out to Erik Lehnsherr for help after being shot. On the one hand, it encouraged the two mutants to mend a rift they'd only skirted over, which is tied to Charles deeper issues (see: information). On the other, he started to realize that winning in the Drabwurld wasn't going to be quite like what it was back home. In the following year, Charles focused on socialising and gaining a reasonable amount of influence and power within the Seelie Court. He took on a quest from Lancelot and chased off Unseelie soldiers from the borders of Glaschu. Along with better exploring his telepathy, he was booned astral projection, and in the latter half of the year began to explore the magical potential his shard lent him (which can account for the months that aren't listed below.) By the end of the timeskip, he'll have finished construction of his watchtower on the Cathraon Plains and will be implementing his skillset to become the spymaster for Marchioness Hermione Granger. TIMELINE OF EVENTS SPRING IN 2,701 (Mar, Apr, May) MARCH - Charles helped the search and rescue missions via astral projection and later providing assistance in his physical form. APRIL - Thanks to the dream harp, he embarassingly yelled about his feelings to Erik and was grumpy for the rest of the month thanks to everyone's mind yelling EMOTIONS!!! at him. MAY - Mostly concerned about the sudden disappearance of the monarchs along with everyone else and hunting with Hermione and Snow White for golden swans. SUMMER IN 2,701 (Jun, Jul, Aug) JUN Charles will be heading along to the Treun tourney to cheer on the friends who are participating. FALL IN 2,701 (Sept, Oct, Nov) OCT - Drinking, dancing and revelry at Samhain. WINTER IN 2,701/2,702 (Dec, Jan, Feb) DEC - During Yule he was turned into a rabbit by the White Hart and spent the period being protected by Erik in Maupertius. He later returned on Christmas Day when he was given Floo powder by Hermione. SPRING IN 2,702 (Mar, Apr) These months were spent building a watchtower on the Cathraon Plains, including some brief downtime thanks to an attack by the skeletons of warriors past. Thankfully Charles turned that to his advantage.

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SPRING ( mar / april / may )

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march.

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[The gift of astral projection granted to Charles with February's boon was a blessing for this month, if not immediately obvious. He couldn't help with melting the snow, or healing those exposed to it for too long, but he could provide help using his shard to reach out over Glaschu and projecting himself to find people lost in the snow or direct help to those who couldn't get there themselves. He spends a great deal of time in the first few weeks next to a fire with blankets wrapped around him in Caer Glaem, meditating and doing what he can. A fairy attendant stays by his side when his body seems otherwise lifeless, bribed with a plate full of cake and biscuits.

When his services are no longer needed, he starts to do what he can to help the humanitarian relief - going along with the wagons full of supplies and blankets as an expert navigational source and an extra body for grunt work.]

[psalmed]

[As many regrets as she'd had leaving Russia, the winters were certainly not numbered among them. She was cold, convinced her fingers would never thaw out, but it was another test. Another purpose, and Lia was striving to be grateful for it instead of bitter and freezing.

She shakes the snow off her clothing, others trailing behind her, others still on stretchers to be dragged back and warmed up however anyone is doing that. Her skin is pale, her lips are trembling a bit and so cold she feels her tongue might stick to them when she licks them but eventually she trudges into motion, looking up when she nearly bumps into someone else.

It's not as though that's uncommon, at least, when they're all shuffling around like this.]

Pardon me, monsieur.

[At least she hopes it's a man, such as her quick glance has told her and she lifts her face more properly.]

Do you know where we are supposed to go? To help?

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[It's understandable, given the way everyone is bundled up, and Charles has a rather long scarf covering his face. He points to a train of people trudging off into the distance.] Direct anyone that way. There's a settlement not far from here, although it's hard to see it. We need to see if the people there need help and let people rest. If it's necessary, there's going to be a call for reinforcements to get people closer to Caer Glaem.

[If he sounds authoratitive on the matter, he isn't really. There are people in the train who are more experienced with the terrain and others with magical gifts, but the knowledge is easily found by him.]

How are you faring? [His own garments have been charmed seven ways from Sunday by various friends.] There are enchanted blankets on one of the wagons, should you need them.

7th?

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[Dorian is wrapped up for the weather in his own warm clothing, boots and breeches, jacket, cloak, even hat and scarf. But when he sees Charles wrapped up like that by a fire, he frowns and draws closer to him.]

Mr Xavier?

[From the look on his face, Dorian isn't certain what has happened. Or if he should be alarmed.]

\o/

[cerebral]

[Drawing closer, it may be possible to see the soft green glow emanating from his chest underneath the blanket and put two and two together that he's doing something with his shard. And then Charles' voice says Dorian, both mentally and aloud, before everything syncs back self-contained in his own mind. He blinks a few times, before looking up.]

How nice to see you. [He uncrosses his legs, wiggling his toes to get the feeling back.] Don't mind me, just doing my bit for the search and rescue.

sometime mid-month sure

[glacio]

Stop, stop, you're making it worse!

[ she's not really, but it certainly seems that way, what with the way the wind is whipping around and Elsa's expression has slowly shifted from determined confidence to something more like no, please, please, let me help them. she found the pair of Drabwurld-native children stuck in the ice by chance, during her attempt to distance herself from Caer Glaem as much as possible so she could test the limits of her power without fear of being interrupted or thrown off focus. as much as she loves the snow and the cold, it's become clear it can't continue this way, that it's being controlled by some kind of unforgiving magic. and if she can stop that? if she can thaw out the land the same way she did with Arendelle? she has to try.

but she never made it that far, not once she came across the two children stuck in the snow. they were scared, of course they were, and although she managed to convince them she was there to help, their panic wasn't helping her.

and she's sure she should be above this, she should be able to tune out the things around her so she can focus her magic to thaw, not freeze, but she can't.

fear will be your enemy. ]

Please, don't be scared. I promise I'll get you out, just-

Stop, stop, stop!

[ her hands shake as she holds them out in front of her, fingers spread wide. she doesn't trust herself to actually use her magic yet, not until she can clear her head. love will thaw, love will thaw. too bad the fear of the children is pushing all of that away right now ]

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If everybody could please calm down. [It's said in an authoritative, teacherly voice except there's no one around to say it. Only a man trudging through the snow some way off. But the children suddenly seem more subdued; their protests have stopped and their energy has been refocused towards keeping warm under the thickness of the snow.]

Hello, yes, that's me over here. [Charles waves from where he's slowly making his way.] They're fine, but I thought it might help you if things were a little more peaceful.

[Jesus Christ - he stops to huff a little. Years of childhood winters spent living close to the Canadian border and he's this unprepared.]

I'm Charles, by the by. Charles Xavier. Seelie court. I think I can help - I used to specialize in teaching people how to control their gifts.

april.

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[It's been an odd, roller-coaster filled month of emotions flying high around the few areas Charles had been pottering around in Glaschu. At first he'd been sympathetic considering his own ordeal with Erik, doing his best to break up fights or lend a sympathetic shoulder for anyone who needed to cry. Eventually, though, the constant barrage and that fucking music starts to get too much and he ends up telling people "look, just take a nap and break the damn thing."

By the end of the month he'll be seeking out solitude away from places like Caer Glaem and the Citadel, preferring walks in the countryside or holing himself away in libraries and quiet rooms with his shields up in order to read.]

yo yo yo

[rube]

[ben finds charles after he happens to be telling someone to go take a nap. he doesn't blame him, not at all-- but from the looks of it, it seemed to be a little bit of an overreaction. cautiously, ben approaches him, head tilting to the side when he speaks.]

Ain't their fault.

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I know. [He does. He's also trying to take deep calming breaths between gritted teeth as he rubs at his temples.] But - humour me for a second - you know when you smell something awful, so you stop breathing through your nose? Only then you sort of start to taste it, too, because you can't completely shut off a sense that's connected to all these other parts. That's what it's like.

[That's not what it's like, but it's the closest he can parse it into words. What it's really like is that it makes him wish he had the serum.] It's driving me up the fucking wall.

[knightscode]

[ Lancelot is unsure if he should approach Charles once he sees him.

The Great Greenwood is large, after all, and it's a coincidence that he has spotted him at all while out walking Lady. He feels he ought to thank the man, for his efforts in both the battle and in scouting. For his patience and willingness to support his plan. Yet all the same Charles looks... well, like he's rather enjoying time alone.

In his hesitation, the decision is unfortunately made for him.

Lady comes tearing out of the forest behind him and runs up to Charles -- does a quick loop around him as if to herd him before stopping in front of him, tail wagging. Her eyes are bright and excited (she spent so much time inside during the blizzard! Outside is so much better!) and her small black and grey body seems to vibrate with energy. ]

Ah... Lady!

[ Lancelot's voice is just loud enough to carry, still muted to try and not draw attention. They may not be too deep in the woods, but there's no need to scare off all the more gentle wildlife and draw the curiosity of anything big enough to hurt them. He winces a little, jogs the rest of the way over as Lady sits patiently to see what will come of the interaction. ]

Forgive me, I thought perhaps to leave you in peace but... it seems Lady wished to say hello regardless.

[cerebral]

[As kind as it is for Ben to offer to help him, Charles knows he has to take control of his mutation for himself. He'd always been able to feel people's emotions keenly, but it had been easier when he was younger and more carefree. Even though life in the Drabworld hadn't made things easier, it wasn't completely to blame. Therefore, long walks on nice days in times of extremes, usually with a book or else letting his telepathy stretch out more gently and recuperate.

Suddenly, there is an exciteable dog, and it's kind of lovely because it's such a simple, instinctual thing without all the fussy complications that come from human minds. Charles smiles and drops down to pet her, before looking around to see Lancelot approach.]

I don't mind in the slightest. How are the both of you tod - oh well I can see you're very happy. [To Lady, naturally.]

just kind of winging this, bear with me

[thequitecontrary]

[Like everyone else, Mary has been plagued by the strange harp music which seems to strike a chord deep inside her every time she hears it. Music has never moved her in this way before. For some reason it brings up thoughts of Matthew - and not particularly happy ones. She ruminates over how he looked when he returned from the war, completely broken and unable to walk. Eventually her mind drifts to the car accident that killed him. She didn't see it happen but it plays over and over again in her mind's eye and she can't make it stop. It's sent her into a deep depression.

On a day when she's able to get herself out of bed and fetch a cup of tea, she runs into Charles and overhears him telling another person off.]

That seems rather harsh, Mr. Xavier...

[Mary is teary-eyed and looks exhausted. Her hair and clothing are rumpled and she doesn't look as well put together as she normally does. She's been so depressed that she hasn't been able to sleep, which of course only makes the depression worse because she cannot confront the harp in her dreams.]

may.

[cerebral]

[At the beginning of the month, there's a lot of hubbub at the monarchs disappearance. In their wake they leave fairy rings and lockets that no longer work, not to mention the sound sleep that a few members of the castle fall into.

But spring is bordering into summer and the great outdoors. Thanks to his range, it's not long before Charles picks up word of the swans and has grabbed a few friends to go off on a hunting trip. And because he's a bloody great big cheater, he may just make sure that no other hunters stumble across their particular hunting venue. More swans for them.]

[brainiest]

[ Hermione goes with Charles quite happily when she's asked to help - she has enough money, herself, considering what's happening behind the scenes and the workout of her new business, but having a little more to stick under the floorboards of her house for emergencies won't go amiss, surely. The stacks of gold that are there from her quest have been given up to her family and she goes quickly, grabbing her things before she meets Charles and his friends.

When they get to the grounds, though? She offers Charles her beaded back for a moment before she grins, her expression brightening with the idea of showing him something. Stepping back, her body twists as she transforms, a great white lioness standing in her place, her wings stretching out as she shakes her body, relearning the feel of it.

If she steps forward and noses Charles' hand for a pet, well. No one needs to know. ]

hunting swans. haha.

[cinnamoned]

[Snow likely has much the same mindset as Charles, desiring something of an outlet and escape if only for a day or so even among the chaos of the monarchs and fairy rings and everything else that seems to be almost falling to pieces all at once.

So she agrees to come along with him, bow at her back as she travels, though once they get to their spot, she gives him a grin, expectant and teasing all at once.]

Been practicing, I take it?

[She herself has her bow and some more limited magic but the bow is really all she needs. But he was still learning, after all, when she was teaching him the basics before leaving him to practice on the aim.]

SUMMER ( jun / jul /aug )

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june.

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Top level comment at the Treun tourney with Hermione and Bolin.
Threads with Morgana, Draco Adler aka 'Erik I swear to God', Billy Kaplan.

FALL ( sept / oct / nov )

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october.

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Samhain threads with Erik, Morgana, Dorian, Lancelot, Snow White and Alice Liddell.

WINTER ( dec / jan / feb )

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december.

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placeholder.

december - christmas day

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Non-denominational winter holiday and gift exchanging with Erik.

SPRING 2,702 ( mar / apr )

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