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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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[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.]

In the last month or so. [His arrows were more than likely to get blown off course by March's gales, but since the beginning of April, yes. Long walks and keeping to the surrouding countryside served him well during the barrage of everyone's fluctuating emotional states. The only problem was they could also get boring after while and there was something nicely meditative about target practice.] Moving targets - well. That remains to be seen. Which is why I brought this -

[He slides a bag down from the shoulder opposite the one hoisting his quiver and brings out a loaf of white bread.] Let's hope it's more enticing than seeds.

Ah. So you intend to bribe them closer. I imagine it should work well enough. There's something to be said for bait, of sorts, when hunting. Moving targets you might still end up with a crash course on, but that should help lure them at least if not keep them still initially.

[There's an almost consiritorial smile at her lips, almost amused but she doesn't tease him for it. After all, the bread could help lure some in when they might otherwise spend ages searching for something to fire at. So she can't really complain there. And it is good to hear he's been practicing.]

So, how far off do you think? If I recall there's a clearing not too far ahead? The more room we have the better. We might not be the only ones with this idea, so I'd like to be careful.

We'll go for the clearing. But you don't need to worry about anyone moving in on our turf. [He taps at his temple with two fingers.] They're going to find themselves pleasantly diverted.

[He shoots a look at her, joking:] Don't judge me, my PhD is useless here. [Also he suddenly lacks a mansion and an inheritance. As they go he roughly halves the bread with both hands and passes one half over to her.]

I can also try and see if telepathy will work with them. I don't have a lot of practice with animals and I'm not sure if what level of sentience they actually have, what with turning into gold and all.

Diverted? I suppose that is one way to use your particular skills. I'm sure the bread will manage fine if you find animals more difficult. I know I can communicate with birds but like you said, these seems different somehow so it's hard to say if I could with these swans.

[Hence she is happy enough to let him attempt this first at least, taking the offered half and breaking off a mouthful to have herself as she considers.]

I think for a lot of people what they knew back home might not necessarily be so applicable here, Charles. You're not the only one. I'm lucky this isn't entirely strange to me after growing up back home in the Enchanted Forest.

[These are their swans and nobody is going to steal them BC ]

I've been here long enough to realise it's not necessarily worse, though. [He begins to pick off bits of bread and scatter it as they walk.] Just different. There was plenty of war and aggression back home. The technology differences are one thing, but then you have magic to compensate. And it's refreshing being in a world where you're not the only one who has some sort of extra-human ability.

[After the bread is finished, he dusts off his hands.] So. Do we need to be down wind, or is that only deer?

It's different but not overwhelmingly so, at least. Even if I might be a little more used to this sort of thing. But I am glad if this helps. Knowing you're not alone. A lot of people here seem to have some powers of a sort.

[She helps scatter some bread, leaving a trail of sorts for the swans to follow along with his, considering the question.]

I'm not sure it's as much an issue. So long as we try to be quiet and stay out of sight of them.

No, that's - that's true. [The phrase is a bit 'the ghost of Christmas past' and makes him think back to his interaction with Erik last month.] Although I'm trying to sort of keep it amongst the Seelie, or people I trust. Open but not wide-open, if you know what I mean.

[Snow falls into both categories. He finishes pinching and scattering his half loaf, before scanning the clearing.] Over there? [He points to some heavy brush.] Plenty of coverage.

Of course. It's something anyone would be wise to be cautious about at least initially. Not that I have to worry about that myself, but I can understand.

[It's something she would probably be equally as wary on if she herself did have any sort of powers. If only to be safe. Though she's glad Charles trusts her enough to be free with her in using it. She turns her head when he points, giving a nod of agreement.]

Yes, there will do just fine. Plenty of cover to keep us hidden.

[In all honesty, Charles is pleased enough to be having a conversation with someone where they can see where he's coming from. He can't say he's always had the luxury of understanding when it comes to his telepathy.

As they head towards the brush, he slips his bow down and reaches for an arrow, if only to have them at hand if not primed. A few minutes after they're settled, two gold swans swoop down from the sky to peck at their scatterings, soon followed by several more.]

O - [Wait, why is he risking them being heard by the birds. Okay, what now?]

[Snow does the same as they approach the brush, ready if and when someone or some swans might show up. When he starts to talk, she raises a finger to her lips and mimes with the bow. To release. Which she herself does, hitting one of them. The closest one doesn't notice right away, busy with the food, but when it does, it starts to fly off. The rest are a bit more scattered around the clearing and haven't seen them yet.]

[Charles let's an arrow fly; it hits just south of one swan, which flies away. Silently, he mouths shit and reaches for another arrow. This time he's more successful. It's celebrated by the quietest fist pump in history.

Already the ailing birds are beginning to change in appearance. One lets off a honking noise, warning the others that something's amiss, which sees Charles pointing to himself and that he'll go one way around the clearing if Snow goes the other.]

[They were transforming. Snow's eyes widen as she watches it, but she also notes the missed arrow. Turning to glance at Charles and give a nod in the other direction, showing her agreement in splitting up for the moment. Though she still intends to keep an eye on him as best she can all the same. His telepathy might keep others out, but she's still always on guard while hunting all the same.

She fires another arrow that hits another of the birds. Another shot doesn't quite hit but catches the webbed foot of one of them, pinning it down. An easier target if Charles notes.]

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hunting swans. haha.

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