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Vincent Xavier (Psionic)

"My ability lies within an iron clad will."

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a character in “X-men: Xavier and Magneto Unite”, as played by masato22

Description

Name: Psionic

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Civilian name: Vincent “Lehnsherr” Xavier

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Age: 25

Occupation: Teacher, Formally the Social Science Instructor at the Xavier & Lehnsherr institute

Alliance: X-men

Appearance:

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Personality:

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Vincent much like Charles is very intelligent and wise. He can remain calm under pressure and if a brilliant tactician. However he takes after Erik in his pride and strength. He indeed has a temper but usually manages to keep it under wraps. Vincent is generally good spirited and gentle. He can be a bit cocky like Erik but manages to keep that side from surfacing too frequently. Vincent is an excellent confidant and a loyal friend. Many students look up to him as a mentor of wisdom that they can relate to. When he’s upset he’d prefer to go off on his own to think things through for a bit.

Mutant Classification: Omega

Powers and Abilities:

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Telepathy: Able to read minds and project his own thoughts into the minds of others within a radius of 250 miles (on Earth). With extreme effort he can greatly extend that radius. When synched with Cerebro, he can connect to every mind on a planet. He can alter the minds of others by force of will and he can cause loss of particular memories and amnesia in another person or even in a group of people. Meddling with a seriously psychotic mind could jar him greatly and he might suffer a panic or anxiety attack.

Telepathic Illusion & Camouflage: ability to create realistic telepathic illusions and cause people to experience events which are not actually occurring. He can mask his presence from being detected by others. His abilities can at times go undetected or be counteracted by other more powerful telepaths depending on their level of skill in using their own psi abilities. He can extend these defenses to others around him as well. This gives him the ability to mask himself, and other peoples' presence from those around him. Vincent can telepathically disguise himself, making his appearance to those around him quite different (changing the appearance of clothing, as well as more involved disguising).

Telekinesis: Possesses telekinetic abilities enabling him to manipulate matter on a low level with the energy of his thoughts. He can lift many things and hurl them about. He is capable of lifting heavy objects and himself for flight. Vincent can project his telekinetic energies as powerful blast beams directed from his brain that could apparently affect matter with concussive force.

Psionic Blasts: can project psionic force bolts which have no physical effects but which can affect a victim's mind so as to cause the victim pain or unconsciousness and can even kill an adversary.

Metal Form: Vincent manifested a secondary mutation giving him the ability to transform his body into organic metal. In this form, Vincent is translucent and retains mobility while being almost invulnerable, and able to support incredible amounts of weight, with enhanced strength. His Telepathic abilities are greatly diminished while in metal form. He can’t use his telepathy when in metal form but his telekinesis is still active at a weaker level. While in metal form Vincen’t telepathy is greatly inaccessible but it does shield him from mental probing, similar to Emma Frost’s diamond form.

History:

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Vincent Lehnsherr Xavier was “born” as a result of an experiment facilitated by Bolivar Trask after he kidnapped Charles Xavier and Magneto. Trask essentially created a mutant child using the seeds and stem cells of Charles and Magneto. Trask wanted to create a mutant for the use of the Government that was the product of two of the worlds’ most powerful mutants alive. The X-men saved Charles, Magneto and Baby Vincent and brought them back to the X-mansion.

The Child served as a means to bring Charles and Erik (Magneto) together in peace, setting aside their differences once and for all. Vincent grew swiftly and matured. Magneto and Charles vowed to raise Vincent as their son. Each one teaching, caring for, and loving him as a father should. Vincent being the byproduct of Prof. X and Magneto, inherited abilities that stem from both “parents.” He takes heavily after Charles in his appearance. Magneto often comments to Vincent, “You look just like Charles when he was your age. You’re blessed with his good looks, however just pray that you inherited my hair’s longevity.” Vincent also has very strong Psionic abilities that mirror a great portion of Charles’ abilities. He also has a unique ability that was most definitely brought on my Magneto’s cells, the ability to shift into metal form.

Vincent was raised with the X-men and was able to hone his abilities quickly. He works as an assistant administrator for Prof. X and Magneto. He also teaches the students and works with them on issues of control of their abilities. His telepathy helps him to better understand the mutations of others and come up with solutions to issues of controlling one’s powers.

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Other information:

Vincent knows of his origins and sometimes feels that he wasn’t meant to exist although Charles and Magneto try to convince him otherwise. He often tries to search for his own proof of personal difference from his genetic sameness of Magneto and Charles being a clone of sorts.

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Vincent is a homosexual. He wishes his fathers, Charles and Erik, were and actual couple though they are not but they somewhat behave like one. Vincent is convinced they are in denial.

So begins...

Vincent Xavier (Psionic)'s Story

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Charles Xavier and Erik Lenhsherr sat in Charles’ office discussing the need for a new X-men team. Erik felt that the X-men were still needed. However Charles wanted desperately not to have to put any more mutants in harm’s way. Erik shared Charles’ feelings but knew that what Charles wanted was still a luxury that mutants could not yet afford.

“Charles, we can’t go on forever without any defense team of our own. This is not an era of peace. The humans will come sooner or later to persecute and destroy us.” Erik pleaded with Charles.

“I just hoped that we could show non-mutants that we want nothing but peace. I don’t want our students to go through what those of the past X-men teams had experienced in battles.” Charles replied in concern.

“Charles… you know we will show humans that we are equals and that we want peace with them, but it will not happen by us placing flowers in their gun barrels. That would be placing the students more in harm’s way by not training them to deal with and defend themselves from the persecution they will most likely encounter in the world. You know this Charles.” Erik continued to plead with Charles.

Xavier sighed, “I suppose you’re right Erik…. I was relying too much on wishful thinking. I suppose that we will have to resume danger room training soon. We’ll ask the students in their evaluation sessions how they’d feel about training themselves for combat. “

“I agree. Don’t work my friend, the day when an X-men team is no longer needed will come. Ironically, I never thought I’d be pleading for you to start an X-men team.” Erik added as he laughed a little.

The office door opened and Vincent Xavier stepped in. He carried a smug grin on his face. “Ah~ did I interrupt a make out session? Please continue, I can leave if you’d like.” Vincent joked.

“I will send a hunk of metal to make out with your head if you don’t cease that line of joking young man.” Erik threatened Vincent. Erik was indeed the strict parent, whereas Charles was pretty lenient with Vincent.

Vincent raised his fist to his mouth and cleared his throat, “Ahem… Yes father.” He still couldn’t get rid out his smug grin. He loved to tease his parents.

“Vincent, are you ready to sit down with the students for the counseling sessions?” Charles asked.

“Yes as ready as usual. I just hope no one get frustrated with a telepath roaming around in their head and tried to blow up my desk again.” Vincent joked.

“I’m sure you can handle yourself. I didn’t raise a weak son.” Erik rebutted. “Also, we will be starting up danger room training tomorrow. How would you feel about the creation of a new X-men team?” Erik asked.

“Well… first off, the danger room is a scary place that I still have nightmares about. Secondly, I think a new X-men team would be amazing! I miss the days growing up around the old team members. Remember when I helped out, when he took the Blackbird to Brazil to stop that mutant? Good times huh.” Vincent was enthusiastic.

“I remember that time well. You were bitten by a snake… Thank god it wasn’t poisonous. I was worried to death.” Charles added.

“Ah… well yes, that happened to. Gosh Father you’re so detail oriented…” Vincent mumbled. “So reading your minds and I see you want me to ask the students if they would be willing to train in the danger room, when they have their counseling sessions today. Sure thing.” Vincent said with a smile.

“Yes, and you know what I’ve told you about reading minds without permission first.” Charles scolded.

“Yes father, sorry. Well I’ll be off then!” Vincent said as he turned toward the door and left the room. He was headed to his office to have his first counseling session of the day.

Charles welcomed Philip Klein into his office. Charles was well aware of Philip’s relationship with Vincent and was generally excited to have Philip as a part of the family. Erik often joked with Charles saying “Charles I’m beginning to think you and our son have a thing for German men.” In which Charles would reply, “I’m beginning to think Vincent gets his poor sense of humor from you Erik.”

“Ah Hello Philip. Please have a seat.” Charles said.

“Thank you professor.” Philip replied.

“So how have things been going for you lately? Have you had any problems with creating time bombs in your sleep again?” Prof. X asked.

“Just once since the last time. I was having a nightmare, and in the dream I threw a time bomb at someone, but I guess I was really throwing one in real time too. I’m not sure why I’m doing this.” Philip replied in a concerned manner. The damage he had done in his previous episode wasn’t too bad but it could’ve been much worse so he needed to get this under control.

“Would you allow me to enter your mind and view the dream for myself?” Prof. X asked.

“Sure.” Philip replied with a smile. He knew he could always trust he professor.

Professor X saw clearly Philip’s nightmare and was able to soothe the situation by placing a mental block over that stressor. His advice to Philip was to try to do something relaxing before going to sleep as opposed to sleeping while stressed out.

“How would you feel about resuming Danger room training? I know you’ve experienced it a few times before when the previous X-men team was assembled. I think it will help the growth of your abilities greatly. You have great control over your first ability but the second is generally under-developed.” Charles said.

“I would like that a lot. That danger room was really tough but I liked that I learned a lot while training there.” Philip replied.

Philip and Xavier wrapped up their session. Magneto and Vincent sat in their offices waiting for their appointments to arrive.

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Eryn was probably late. Not that she would know, because she hadn’t stopped to check a clock. Who set clocks anyways, where was the one official clock was always right?

How could she possibly be sure that a clock was correct? Clocks were an invention created by humans to aid their need for a constant schedule, and if that was the case than who’s to say humans didn’t time itself?

Perhaps all moments are one, and the human brain has merely put them into a chronological order so it can comprehend the vastness of the moment.

Eryn, grinned, that was the one.

She’d been trying to figure out what thought to focus on all morning, and that was the one. The school had, for some reason, decided therapy with a mind reader was a good idea. Well, unluckily for said mind reader, Eryn preferred that her thoughts remain her own. So each time one of these “sessions” came up, Eryn picked her most confusing thought, focused on it, and tried to see how long it would take to give her “counselor” a headache, or at least distract them.

She figured it was at least a better alternative to some of the more violent methods that students used. She’d heard someone even blew up Vincent’s desk once. Her mission to confuse the world was at least less violent.

However, confusing thoughts aside, Eryn was late, and was having some difficulty reaching the office. True, she was only a mere 20 feet away, but she was still having some trouble reaching the office. Eryn had somehow managed to screw up gravity once again and was now bouncing, air swimming, and pushing off walls to try and get to her destination. She managed to decrease her personal gravity, so that there was very little force pulling her towards the ground.


Sure it was fun at first, but after a night spent trying to do homework with little gravity it got obnoxious. Now as Eryn reached the door to Vincent’s office her power shut off and her feet slammed into the ground. Sighing in frustration at her powers she turned the doorknob, focused on clocks, and entered the room.

“Hey Vinnie. I’m here for my mandatory heart to heart.”

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Vincent sat in his office awaiting his upcoming appointment which was already past due to have started. Vincent wondered where Eryn was. “She’s running late again… (Sigh) one would think she wouldn’t have trouble with that seeing that she can’t oversleep since she doesn’t sleep. Oh well, maybe I’ll talk to Philip while I wait.” Vincent said as he began to place his middle and index fingers to his forehead, a gesture he often did when reading someone’s mind.

“Hello, Philip. It’s Vincent, if you can’t hear me then you might be dead.” Vincent joked with Philip telekinetically.

“Hi there Vince, I just finished talking with your father. He helped me with that time bomb situation. I’m assuming you’ve got a meeting as well.” Philip spoke to Vincent in a chipper tone. He was growing more accustomed to responding to Philip’s telepathic communication. At first it was a very strange phenomenon to Philip.

“yes… they know not to allow me to oversee your counseling sessions. I’d have to prescribe a more physical form of therapy to remedy the problem.” Vincent flirted.

“Oh now you just sound like some sort of pervert.” Philip chuckled.

Vincent could sense Eryn at his door so it was time for him to go. “Oh my appointment has arrived. I’ll see you later right?” Vincent asked as he levitated Eryn’s case file over to him.

“Of course. We should go out or something later. I’ll let you go, Auf wiedersehen Vincent.” Philip thought. He smiled as he walked toward his room.

Vincent looked up to see Eryn entering the room. He smiled. He knew he’d be in for a entertainingly challenging session with Eryn. He knew she wasn’t too fond of the evaluation process and liked to make fun out of making things as difficult.

“Hey Vinnie. I’m here for my mandatory heart to heart.” Eryn said.

“Vinnie, that’s cute. Hello there fashionably late Eryn. I hope you’re feeling alright today. Well shall we get started? Please take a seat.” Vincent asked Eryn. After her reply Vincent continued to ask, “So have you been having trouble lately with your gravity manipulation?” Vincent asked as he folded his hands. Eryn was a pretty interesting girl and Vincent was always interested in what interesting behavior she’ll exhibit in her counseling session this time.

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Character Portrait: Vincent Xavier (Psionic) Character Portrait: Memory Ashcroft Character Portrait: Jonathan Moore Character Portrait: Eryn Corinth
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"M, we're gonna be late!" Jonathan called from outside her room giving three more sharp raps on the door in a fruitless attempt to encourage faster movements.

This had become a regular occurrence, Jonathan and Minerv- Memory's late comings to classes or meetings, and it was quickly becoming too much to deal with on J's part. Every day they were later and later for class because of M's "preparations" which included hair, make-up, clothes, shoes and God knows what else. Then, she would get bored of the look after minutes and redo the whole bloody thing.

Twice.

'Why can't she be more like me? Jonathan thought helplessly with a loud and very clear sigh that was verging on a harsh huff.
'Brush my teeth, quickly fix my hair, maybe shave if I have to and pull on some clothes. Nothing special, nothing grand. Just that.' He slammed his closed fist off of her door once more and this time shouted with growing annoyance.
"M! C'mon! I refuse to be late again because of you!" At her reply of "just a minute" J pounded the door once more before dropping his back against it in near defeat.

As he closed his eyes, the tormenting nightmare that had prevented sleep all last night flashed into his mind.

The touch. The pain. The fear...

Jonathan's eyes shot open and he jumped as panic rushed through his body, flowing through his blood like a deadly toxin, and a cold shiver slithered down his spine leaving goosebumps and unease in its wake, that vile creature which took joy in plaguing his every waking moment with memories of the past. J look down at his bare hands and his features contorted with disgust. Two simple collections of human organic materials and yet they had the power of a gun, the deadly precision of a knife and the destructive force of a grenade.

These were the hands that had caused all of this.

These were the hands that had ruined my own life and many others.

These were the hands of a murderer...

Gripping the cool, smooth leather gloves in his pocket, Jonathan released them from their confinement and hid his murder weapons in shame, not wanting to look at the scar of his messed up past which reminded him so much of that night. How could he look at them? How could he gaze down at his own bare hands and not see the horrified faces of those kids' parents as they wept in great sorrow over their son's or daughter's lifeless form upon the harshly cold bed of metal just before their final resting place? how could he not feel the pain and grief of knowing that his hands had once removed the soul from another's body after hours upon hours of torment and emotional agony?

Short answer: he couldn't.

Shaking his head, Jonathan tried in vain to shake these thoughts loose from his mind as they clung on for dear life to the threads of intertwining memories within his mind, these threads weaving into large rope tendrils leading to even more memories. Turning quickly, he slammed his fist off the door for the final time.

"Memory Ashcroft, you better move your ass right now or so help me I'll-!"

"I get it, I get it!" M's honey sweet voice spoke, albeit muffled, through the door. A wave of lavender scented air, her favourite fragrance, washed over me like a raging tsunami destroying all in it's way - in this case my sense of smell and vision as tears built up from the burning sensation within my nasal passages - as her bedroom door flew open to reveal Memory's slim, elegant figure in a skin-tight red dress ending around halfway down the thigh and red converse.

"It took you long enough..." Jonathan snapped, turning on his heels and storming down the corridor. Today, he was in no mood for niceties with his half-sister.

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Jonathan watched as his sister strutted down the corridor on the way to their... therapy? Could you really call it that. To him it seemed more like an invasion of privacy with a little discussion afterwards. Thankfully, M had increased the defences on his memories so that it would be harder to get into - he fact that she had said "harder to" and not "impossible to" did not completely reassure him but it was the best he was getting. M's good, but not that good (yet). She walked down the hallways like she didn't even care whatever people were thinking about her and he envied that. All his life he had wanted half of her confidence, but he could never manage to gain even a scrap of it.

Memory gazed back at her brother over her shoulder and rolled her eyes, at his painfully slow speed.
"Come on, Jonathan!" She shouted back, her Texan accent coming through strong just as Jonathan's had when he was shouting.
"You moaned at me for taking too long." An exasperated sigh from behind her made a grin spread from ear to ear as they reached the office door.

'Finally...'

Her six foot six brother lifted his closed fist and gave three pounds against the dark wooden door, whispering under his breath about being late and missing appointments, before pushing down the handle and stepping inside with Memory close at his heels. They both stopped and stared in horror at what they saw.

"Crap... Sorry Vince. We'll uh...." Memory looked up at Jonathan and gestured with his head towards outside before looking back at Vince and...
'Eryn wasn't it...?'
"We'll just wait outside." She grabbed her brother's hand and pulled him out.

"Well, that was awkward..." He sighed, dropping against the wall.
"Tell me about." She replied with a groan, hating those kind of uncomfortable situations.

'Might as well work on my defences.'

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Eryn didn't sit down. She had just spent eight hours bored out of her mind sitting in her room doing homework. People didn't comprehend how obnoxious sitting became. Plus, this way she instated some level of control over the situation.

Or at least, as much control as anyone can have over any situation.
Ever.

So instead of sitting Eryn leaned against the wall and paid particular attention to Vinnie's clock as she answered his question.

"Meh, gravity is being obnoxious as alway. I can't get my powers to do Jack s-" Eryn paused, remembering the fact that Vincent was the son of both of her principals, " Anything. I can't get it to do jack anything."

Nice one, she thought to herself, jack anything made perfect sense. That was quite the save.

At that moment a pair of students, siblings who she knew only vaguely, barged in. The looks on their faces was priceless. A mix of shock and embarrassment it produced an awkward sort of look of terror that made Eryn crack a grin.

As they awkwardly apologized and edged out of the room Eryn raised her eyebrows and turned to Vincent, "Well I'd wager that means my sessions up, and that it such a tragedy. However, I wouldn't want to keep those two waiting. They must really value their therapy time, the look on their faces made it seem like they were of the opinion that they'd just walked in on a secret ritual. "

Pausing she added thoughtfully, " Why was that guy all bundled up anyways? Is he expecting it to start snowing or is it a power thing. Or I suppose it could be both. With the way the world works these days, snow inside would be perfectly plausible."

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Claire Da Rain

Claire was already awake lying on her bed with an A3 canvas and some paints not far, the small brush she used just dabbing a light pink on the canvas and then stopped, finished her art work that was due in a day or so ago, revealing a window and a beautiful view with the trees, a sunrise sky and the sea not far. She cleaned up her bed, paints and brush away putting them under her bed until she came back from her meeting with Charles. She got off her bed getting ready into a suitable knee length summer dress with the straps tying up at the back and a pair of soft black flat shoes, her hair tied up into a messy bun and her fringe clipped up to the side revealing her face, her narrow red eyes as well as bronze eyeshadow on her eyelid. Smiling happily she walked out of her room and down the hall ahead towards Charle's office, while on her way she groaned letting streching but two spikes shot up above her stuck into the ceiling she stopped and glanced up

"oh dear..." she muttered as she quickly walked on down the hallway, she sighed softly as a frown appeared on her face as she stopped by a window. Her mood changed quickly remembering the month before her birthday (today) remembering the blood and the tears she chould feel her armour growing but she growled in pain it stopped. The armour grew from her back to her arms and stayed there, not far from his office she done a quick run to the door and knocked lightly.

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Character Portrait: Vincent Xavier (Psionic) Character Portrait: Nathan Quinn Character Portrait: Memory Ashcroft Character Portrait: Jonathan Moore Character Portrait: Eryn Corinth Character Portrait: Abe Fuyumi (Shadow) Character Portrait: Matsuzaka Hideki (Flare)
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Abe Fuyumi

Fuyumi ended her first literature class for the day. As she checked the attendance list for the day she realized that there was a student missing in class, Nathan Quinn. She shook her head and made note of the absence. She had a little bit of time before the next group of students would be coming in for literature class so she decided to walk around a bit. She stepped outside the classroom and wandered down the halls quietly. Several students ran past her and she whimsically smiled at them as she glanced their way. Most of the students liked Fuyumi because she was not very strict and made literature seem very interesting to someone who was generally uninterested.

As Fuyumi walked past the gymnasium, she heard the sound of a basketball bouncing. She curiously phased partially through the wall to peek her head in. She saw several of one person in the gym playing basketball. It was none other than Nathan. Fuyumi’s eyes narrowed in on the student and she called his name to get his attention.

“Oi Nathan, you missed my class to play basketball, with yourself…” Fuyumi said plainly and she phased fully through the wall and approached Nathan and his duplicates. “I know a ‘history of notable British authors test’ is generally uninteresting but really… It’s still to be graded.” Fuyumi folded her arms and sighed. “Well, if you have time I can let you take the test during my next class period.”

Vincent Lehnsherr Xavier

Eryn didn’t sit down but stood. Vincent grinned as he observed her steadfast defiance to most everything. "Meh, gravity is being obnoxious as alway. I can't get my powers to do Jack s-" Eryn paused, " - Anything. I can't get it to do jack anything." Eryn said. She seemed a bit embarrassed. Before Vincent could respond Memory and Jonathan opened the door to his office and were shocked to see a meeting in progress. Vincent was amused by their shock and awkwardness. He smiled even more now.

"Crap... Sorry Vince. We'll uh.... Eryn wasn't it...? We'll just wait outside." One of the siblings said and they quickly closed the door behind them as they exited.

He raised his ring and index fingers to his head and spoke to the two using his telepathy. “It’s quite alright you two. We’re just about done here.” He said telepathically.

Vincent then looked back at Eryn who said, "Well I'd wager that means my sessions up, and that it such a tragedy. However, I wouldn't want to keep those two waiting. They must really value their therapy time, the look on their faces made it seem like they were of the opinion that they'd just walked in on a secret ritual. " She beginning her retreat from the office. Pausing she added thoughtfully, " Why was that guy all bundled up anyways? Is he expecting it to start snowing or is it a power thing. Or I suppose it could be both. With the way the world works these days, snow inside would be perfectly plausible."

“He’s taking measures to prevent himself from hurting another by touching them with his bare skin. He won’t have to live that way forever. However, he must work to gain control of his abilities to do so.” Vincent explained in his British accent. “Also he’s much like you in the fact that he, like yourself, need to work at making progress. That means you should try working with me not against me. I want to help you not hurt or embarrass you Eryn. We can help you learn to control your powers but you need to trust us as your instructors and as a team. And speaking of teams, Professor X and Magneto want to resume Danger room training tomorrow. What do you say about honing your skills with a little action and excitement to jumpstart your creativity? Our aim is that everyone tries it out at least once.”

Charles Xavier

Charles could hear knocking on the door. It was indeed time for his appointment. He knew that it was urgent by listening to the frequency of the knocking. “Please come in.” Charles said calmly.

Matsuzaka Hideaki

Hideaki had just finished his meeting with Magneto. He was deep in thought. As he closed the door behind him he bid Magneto good day. He was praised by Magneto for his abilities and control over them. Magneto told Hideaki that he was indeed a powerful mutant that had a brilliant ability. However Magneto also scolded Hideaki for being, as he called it, spoiled. Hideaki grew up in Japan where he was never really persecuted for his abilities. In the UK he was not known to be a mutant so he could escape most anti-mutant sentiment there. Hideaki was sheltered but in the US things have been much different for him. Seeing the anti-mutant campaigns of the television and hearing the negative sentiment about mutants in the media made his consider leaving for home. However Magneto challenged Hideaki to truly embrace who he was and to remain proud even through the persecution. Hideaki liked that and decided to stick around as well as light up the danger room with his abilities the next day.

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“He’s taking measures to prevent himself from hurting another by touching them with his bare skin. He won’t have to live that way forever. However, he must work to gain control of his abilities to do so.” Vincent explained in his British accent. “Also he’s much like you in the fact that he, like yourself, need to work at making progress. That means you should try working with me not against me. I want to help you not hurt or embarrass you Eryn. We can help you learn to control your powers but you need to trust us as your instructors and as a team. And speaking of teams, Professor X and Magneto want to resume Danger room training tomorrow. What do you say about honing your skills with a little action and excitement to jumpstart your creativity? Our aim is that everyone tries it out at least once.”

Eryn rolled her eyes, like hell she was going to trust her instructors. Thanks, but no thanks Vinnie boy. But still, the danger room training did sound entertaining, and it would be nice to have some level of control…

“Sounds good to me, the danger room that is. I still don’t trust you.” With a lopsided grin Erin flounced out of the room, happy to be done with the schools therapy.

Standing outside of the room were the two who had barged in a few moments ago.

Eryn turned to them and made a gagging motion, “He’s completely in heart to heart therapy mode, have fun with that

Smiling at the two she said, “No hard feelings about the barging in by the way. See you around.”

Eryn turned and walked away. She placed her feet carefully and walked with her head held high, trying to appear cool as she headed down the hallway.

Then gravity decided to screw up her attempt at walking, again.

Eryn fell from what had previously been the floor and crashed hard into what had been the wall. Now, thanks to her delightful powers, the wall appeared to be the floor to her, and the floor seemed like a wall.

Eryn groaned and put a hand on her side, which she had slammed into. It was throbbing painfully and Eryn was pretty sure a bruise was already forming. Not bothering with standing up she leaned her head back against the wall/floor.

She groaned and muttered to her self, “The universe hates me.”

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Memory's eyes didn't leave Eryn as she sauntered off down the hallway, biting her lip while she admired the view.
"She's pretty, huh?" M said biting her lip.
Jonathan had always admired Memory's ability to not care about what people thought about her, particularly about her sexual orientation. Since he had met her she had been playing for both sides quite openly - and he was later told by her that it started when she was around twelve - and never even afraid of what people could be thinking.

Jonathan envied that.

With a small chuckle as gravity seemed to defy Eryn, bouncing her off of the wall, Memory stepped past Jonathan whose eyes still hadn't left the girl either and into the office.
'She is that. But... would it be enough to...Oh, I can't think about these things here.' Jonathan thought, wincing as he snapped at himself within his own mind. Sighing and rubbing away the weariness that was still in his eyes, J slowly - reluctantly - turned his eyes away from the girl. He didn't want to stop gazing upon her, as if staring at her retreating form would somehow summon the answers to all of his question.

No such luck.

"Hey Psi!" Memory practically shouted with a huge grin on her face, though Jonathan could see right through it and so too would Vincent. He hated these mandatory nightmare sessions of hell as much as she did, but they were necessary for him. He had no choice but to cooperate otherwise he might never learn to control his power. No control meant no skin contact and that was just something he couldn't live with.

"Hello, Vincent." Jonathan spoke slowly, enunciating every syllable - his disapproval of V entering his mind whenever he wanted showing clear in his voice and thoughts.
"What delights have you got in store for us today?"

As Memory curled her legs underneath her on one of the chairs in Vincent's office and stared at the Brit dreamily, no doubt mentally complimenting him on his hair and clothes, Jonathan leaned back against the wall and remembered what Memory had told him to do.

'Whenever I'm afraid that someone is trying to see my memories, I need only think of my door and the defences will kick in.'

That was how she used her power: visualisation. While she was less skilled with it, it was the only way that she could navigate and create defences within her own and my mind. She had always told me to focus on the first image that came to mind when she said door and it just so happened to be an old, dark oak door with a brass door knob. Now I had to concentrate on it for the small amounts of defences to work.

'You better be right, M...'

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Brogan Lee

Brogan walked inside from the main garden of the building and walked upstairs slowly, her hand lightly grazing the banister as she walked down the corridor, her hait all neatly tied back wearing a plain white vest top and a pair of light grey denim high waisted shorts holding a small black book in her freee hand, her wide blue eyes glancing down at it looking for what she had to do next in her day slowly going up the steps she tried going up another step but tumbled down only landing on her left hand realising their wasn't an extra step at the top, looking around she saw no one and acted like nothing happed as she walked towards a corridor

"I don't think Vincent would mind if i saw him early..." Brogan muttered to herself as she took a left turn then stopped "maybe I should tell Abe..." she paused turning the other way but stopped, she groaned slightly then turned back around and walked slowly, closing her book quickly and locking it. She kept by the windows and her eyes outside glancing at the view as she slowly walked I wish I didn't have to come back inside for any lessons or anything she thought to herself with a small smile on her glossy pierced lip but soon stopped and turned towards a door hearing it closed Ah, I think I came too early... thinking again but shrugged I guess I can wait, hopefully Abe won't really mind that much. Her back rested on the left side of Vincent's office door waiting, humming to herself unlocking and opening her book again and turning to a fresh page and started to doodling dessert foods with cute faces.

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“Sounds good to me, the danger room that is. I still don’t trust you.” With a lopsided grin Erin flounced out of the room.

Vincent Sighed and ran his hands through his hair. This was becoming frustrating. “Well if I ever needed confirmation that I am not just a clone of my fathers this would be it. I don’t see how Charles did this for so many years without quitting.” Vincent got himself together and looked up at the door. Memory bounced into the room.

"Hey Psi!" Memory practically shouted with a huge grin on her face.

"Hello, Vincent." Jonathan spoke slowly, enunciating every syllable. "What delights have you got in store for us today?"

Vincent could clearly tell that Memory was already mounting a psych defense. Vincent was growing tired of this very fast. He stared at memory plainly as she checked him out in her mind. He smiled a little. “ Hello Memory, Johnathan. I’m very flattered Memory, really. Might I say you’re gorgeous, if only you were a few years older and I weren’t gay and taken…” Vincent said jokingly.

Vincent then picked up on Johnathan’s thoughts quickly, “Whenever I'm afraid that someone is trying to see my memories, I need only think of my door and the defenses will kick in.” Memory could protect Johnathan’s memories but not his thoughts. Vincent had had enough for today.

“Alright you two. Let me start by saying, that I generally won’t hear another’s thoughts if I’m not trying to. I’ve gained at least that much control of my abilities. But if you are seriously anxious in your thoughts, I will definitely hear you, it’s like you’re screaming to me. Secondly, I’m very tired and it’s barely 11 o’clock. If you really plan on mounting a psych defense what’s the purpose of trying to have me help you? Let’s just proceed this way, while we chat, if we reach a subject that is too much for you to handle today tell me and I will stop. Alright?” Vincent looked at the two with his hands folded.

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Character Portrait: Vincent Xavier (Psionic) Character Portrait: Philip Klein (Boom-Boom) Character Portrait: Claire Da Rain Character Portrait: Aidan O'Doherty (The Author) Character Portrait: Professor Charles Xavier Character Portrait: Erik Lehnsherr (Magneto)
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[Angel of Mercy Hospital]
In a surgery room a man was in the operating room for Neurological surgery. Aidan was the lead surgeon and his team and he worked diligently on the patient. Aidan was known for mumbling to himself as he worked on patients during surgery. The other doctors all found it little weird but learned to accept it as normal behavior for Aidan. Aidan was actually using his powers to heal the patient. The heart monitor beeped faster and the patient seemed to be at death’s door, However Aidan’s mumbling began and the heart monitors beeping steadied. They soon finished and the surgery was a success. The patient’s family praised Aidan’s accomplishment and he loved every second of it. Aidan then received a phone call from Charles Xavier. He wanted to arrange a meeting right away with Aidan.

[X-mansion]

“Why Charles it’s indeed a pleasure to hear from you. One would think you didn’t like a fellow seeing as how scarce you make yourself.” Aidan greeted Charles as he entered Charles’ office. Charles and Claire had been waiting for him to arrive. Aidan in his nice business suite sat down in a chair.

“I explained over the phone the favor I would like to ask of you. Frankly Aidan, I could think of no one who could help my dear student Claire with her situation. Perhaps you could help her?” Charles said calmly. He knew to start appealing to Aidan’s ego, Charles also made Claire aware of this so when Aidan interacted with her she’d know to flatter him in any way possible. This was how one could better control Aidan.

“Dear Charles… you should have thought of no one else, for there is no one else.” Aidan countered with an arrogant grin. He looked over toward Claire and took her hand and kissed it. “Hello my dear. Please explain to me more specifically your desire. I will say the word and it shall be done.” Aidan said.

Phillip Klein and Erik Lehnsherr

Phillip spent the past hour training on the gymnastic bars in the gym. He swang from the bars elegantly and landed with poise. “I’d better take a break…” He said to himself. Just then Erik walked into the gym.

“Ah… there is my future son in law. Training your body huh? That’s excellent of you Phillip. A mutant of great power should not only train his abilities but his body as well. I wish other students would follow your example.” Erik said with pride as he sat down on the rest bench next to Philip.

“Ah, hello Professor Lehnsherr. And thank you for the complement. It’s an old practice of mine. Gymnastics will forever be a part of me. You seem to keep in excellent shape yourself sir.” Philip responded. He liked to hear Erik call him son, even if ‘in law’ was affixed to it. Magneto was like a father to Philip. Phillip never had a father so Erik’s nurture was much appreciated.

“You don’t have to add professor to my name when you address me. I’d sound too much like Charles then. So, I do hope you will be participating in tomorrows’ danger room session. You are one of the mutants I would like to offer a position on the new team of x-men Charles and I would like to create. I’ve been keeping my eye on a few students in particular. But tomorrow’s training will better evaluate their combat readiness.” Erik continued.

“I do indeed plan to train in the danger room tomorrow. I am actually looking forward to it. Also, it would be nice to fight alongside Vincent.” Philip replied with a crooked little smile.

“You remind me of me when Charles and I were younger. You will treat Vincent well. I know it.” Erik replied.

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“Alright you two. Let me start by saying, that I generally won’t hear another’s thoughts if I’m not trying to. I’ve gained at least that much control of my abilities. But if you are seriously anxious in your thoughts, I will definitely hear you, it’s like you’re screaming to me."

Jonathan's heart dropped at Vincent's words, a terrible fear falling on him that he was projecting his thoughts about... that too loudly and, as Vincent described it, "screaming" them for all telepaths to hear.
"That includes Professor X and god only knows how many other people in the scroll that can-

Jonathan mentally slapped himself, which Vincent no doubt picked up on, and allowed himself to calm down. Only then could he keep his thoughts to himself and not let anyone else know about his secret. He did like and trust Vincent to a very large degree, however, there would always be an element of distrust and only because of his gift as J could never know whether or not his mind was being invaded.

What did he really have to say whether it was or was not? Who was the one to reveal if it was safe from telepaths?

Vincent.

A telepath who was also the main subject of this line of thought.

"How ever could I have doubted him...?" Jonathan thought dryly before grimacing, suddenly realising that Vincent had no doubt just heard all of that thought.

"Sorry..." He thought to Vincent half-heartedly, only partly being sorry for it. The line of reasoning was a fair one.

"Secondly, I'm very tired and it’s barely 11 o'clock. If you really plan on mounting a psych defence what’s the purpose of trying to have me help you? Let’s just proceed this way, while we chat, if we reach a subject that is too much for you to handle today tell me and I will stop. Alright?”

Jonathan caught eyes with his sister and shared a look, both speaking without words urging the other to accept his offer. A few moments of this silent conversation followed before they turned their eyes back onto Vincent's waiting form.

"Alright, V," J smiled at the little nickname that he had thought up for Vince a while back. It wasn't very imaginative but it kept him smiling. "...How exactly do you plan on helping us? As of yet I still have to where gloves before I can touch anyone without killing them." He lifted his gloved hand, the black leather shining in the light, to emphasize his point.

In a weak attempt to bring a cheerful mood to the situation, Memory chimed in, her bell-like voice carrying perfectly in the enclosed space.
"You don't kill me." He glared in her direction as the memory of her near death returned to his mind, the terrifying nightmare tormenting his mind.

"Besides..." She continued, dismissing his look and positioning herself a little better to admire Vincent.
"It's always the gay ones..." M thought with a longing gaze before shaking her head.
"You should be thankful that you have an offensive power. What can I do with mine besides being practically invisible to people?"

Memory's mind returned to a time that she was getting back at her ex by going into her dorm room at night and smearing fast acting fake tan all over her body and cutting her hair to just above her ears, though it was rather badly done which only added to it. With her ability to prevent people even remembering seeing her Memory had easily found her way to the room unnoticed. The fact that her ex's room mate was a slut who only slept in her bed twice since moving there half a year ago, usually ending up in the bed of every girl and boy on campus, and that the ex-girlfriend was a very heavy sleeper added to the successful "mission".
"That's what she gets for cheating on me."

"Speaking of my abilities, I was wanting to know if you could possibly improve my memory defences?" Memory was glad at the chance of looking over Vincent's beautiful features. She had always had a certain attraction to the man - then again she always had a certain attraction to just about every man and woman alike.

"I like the whole visualisation thing I do but sometimes it can be a real drag. Is there any way to just focus in one one thing and BAM," She clapped her hands together loudly, startling Jonathan slightly, for added effect. " go straight there? Or will I always have to endlessly hunt for the memory I want? Though focusing on one thing could lead me to several memories so I suppose it could be inconvenient..." She started to ramble a little gaining a roll of the eyes from her brother.

"This may take some times..." He thought with a sigh.

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Jonathan's heart dropped at Vincent's words, a terrible fear falling on him that he was projecting his thoughts about... that too loudly and, as Vincent described it, "screaming" them for all telepaths to hear.
"That includes Professor X and god only knows how many other people in the scroll that can-
Jonathan mentally slapped himself, which Vincent no doubt picked up on, and allowed himself to calm down. Only then could he keep his thoughts to himself and not let anyone else know about his secret. He did like and trust Vincent to a very large degree, however, there would always be an element of distrust and only because of his gift as J could never know whether or not his mind was being invaded.

What did he really have to say whether it was or was not? Who was the one to reveal if it was safe from telepaths?

Vincent.

A telepath who was also the main subject of this line of thought.

"How ever could I have doubted him...?" Jonathan thought dryly before grimacing, suddenly realising that Vincent had no doubt just heard all of that thought.

"Sorry..." He thought to Vincent half-heartedly, only partly being sorry for it. The line of reasoning was a fair one.

Vincent indeed heard the anxious thought processes of Jonathan. Vincent after his monologue to Jonathan and Memory looked at Jonathan with new eyes. He was heavily conflicted with something else that he needed to talk through without his sister present. Vincent smiled slightly and replied telepathically, “It’s alright Jonathan. I would like to speak with you sometime without your sister present as I realized that a great portion of your trouble seems to lie in something you feel you can’t speak about openly. I don’t know what that is specifically but when and or if you are ready to talk about it I’m here for you.”

"Alright, V," J smiled, “...How exactly do you plan on helping us? As of yet I still have to wear gloves before I can touch anyone without killing them." He lifted his gloved hand, the black leather shining in the light, to emphasize his point.

“Well, Jay.” Vincent started with a smile. “From what I’ve observed so far, your current condition is a result of your own fears that have become nightmares that haunt you. They repel others away.” Vincent replied calmly. He then thought of possible test he’d like to perform with Jonathan’s consent.

"You don't kill me." Memory chimed in. Jonathan looked annoyed. "Besides..." She continued, dismissing his look and positioning herself a little better to admire Vincent. "It's always the gay ones..." M thought with a longing gaze before shaking her head. "You should be thankful that you have an offensive power. What can I do with mine besides being practically invisible to people?"

Vincent replied, “I believe there is an offensive use for your ability or a totally dormant power that you have not realized yet. Just give it time and the right situation and it will surface.”

"Speaking of my abilities, I was wanting to know if you could possibly improve my memory defenses. I like the whole visualisation thing I do but sometimes it can be a real drag. Is there any way to just focus in one one thing and BAM," She clapped her hands together loudly, startling Jonathan slightly, for added effect. " go straight there? Or will I always have to endlessly hunt for the memory I want? Though focusing on one thing could lead me to several memories so I suppose it could be inconvenient..." She started to ramble a little gaining a roll of the eyes from her brother.

“It’s possible. As for defense of a memory, you currently lock the memory behind a door or similar barricade correct? Well if you focus on the concealment of that barricade then it keeps an invader searching for the memory. You should focus your thoughts on making that barricade’s visualization disappear. It’s actually as simple as imagining that the barricade is invisible yet it requires more concentration.” Vincent explained rather casually.

He let out a sigh as he explained the answer to the second question. “Now I don’t think there is a way to pinpoint a specific memory that is not your own without destructively rampaging through one’s mind. You can speed up the search by subjecting the memory realm of one’s mind under your control. If the mind submits to your influence then it may make memories that have no relevance to what your searching for clear out of the way. But I believe that most minds will not be dominated as easy as you would hope so you’ll have to do some manual searching in most cases I fear. It’s very similar to when I’m probing the mind of another I gather.”

Vincent looked over to Jonathan, “Jonathan, I’d like to ask if you’d allow me to touch your head. I won’t read your mind but I will telepathically scan your X-gene. There is a method to my madness. Have you ever heard of the mutant known as the Phoenix? She was once a student under my father known as Jean Grey. She was a superior high level telekinetic. My father Professor X had to place restraints on her abilities because her X-gene had a mentality of its own. It was practically indomitable. I fear your X-gene may have a mentality of its own as well. It’s most likely not as strong as that of the Phoenix but it could serve as a clue to fixing your problem nonetheless. Don’t worry, I can protect myself from falling into a dream state.”

(OOC: ViviOrunitiaFF9, I’m going to go ahead and assume Jonathan gave Vincent permission. But if you say no, let me know and I’ll delete this upcoming portion.)

After Jonathan’s consent Vincent placed his fingertips on Jonathan’s head. Vincent focused his thoughts on Johnathan’s X-gene. It required a lot of energy just keeping himself out of a dream-state that could be fatal. Vincent heard a malicious voice repeating, “I will never doubt the power or dreamers. I will never allow them to awaken from their fears. I will use the power of dreamers to make my worst nightmare everyone’s elses!” The voice’s volume increased and Vincent was repelled out of the link to the X-gene. Vincent let go breathing heavily.

“My suspicions were correct… this will require your authority to suppress.” Vincent said while looking at Jonathan.

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“Jonathan, I’d like to ask if you’d allow me to touch your head."

Jonathan's jaw dropped as the sentence rang out, the words like bullets ripping through his mind and leaving only pain and fear in their wake. He could only stare at Vincent in disbelief, knowing without a doubt that V was well aware about the repercussions of skin contact with this cursed man.

"What?" He managed to splutter out after staring dumbly at Vincent's face for a long moment.

"I won’t read your mind but I will telepathically scan your X-gene. There is a method to my madness."

'There had bloody better be!' Jonathan thought with anger, panic and confusion all mixed together in one dangerous concoction.

How could he be so stupid?! This was all that Jonathan could think currently in this moment. How could he be so reckless about his own safety? His own life? Jonathan did trust Vincent, a lot more than he trust others - though Memory would always be the most trusted person in his life, but now he was really having difficulty maintaining this loyalty and faith in the one who he previously admired for his expert control and strength.

Jonathan would give almost anything just to have half of his control, enough at least to not kill anyone upon contact. It had been so long since he had last felt the warmth of another's skin against his. So long since he had last been intimate with another, fearing that he would end up being the worst thing to happen to them in their life. For what was worse than death at the hands of the one you loved, whether it was an accident or not?

"Have you ever heard of the mutant known as the Phoenix?"

Being pulled from his thoughts, Jonathan tried to think back to anything that he had heard about. In the end it was Memory who answered.

"We've heard a little but only the rumours that go around school. Not enough to give you an accurate retelling." Her honey sweet voice was amplified just right in the enclosed space making her appear louder than she was, but not overly so. Just enough to get the message across and sooth the savage pain in Jonathan's mind.

"She was once a student under my father known as Jean Grey. She was a superior high level telekinetic. My father Professor X had to place restraints on her abilities because her X-gene had a mentality of its own. It was practically indomitable. I fear your X-gene may have a mentality of its own as well."

"What?!" The half siblings shouted simultaneously, Memory leaping from her seat and Jonathan pushing himself from the wall. Their eyes met, Jonathan's placid hazel eyes showing her terror while her own chocolate brown eyes reflected worry and panic into his. Memory's gaze snapped back to Vincent, locking eyes with him. Her stern voice cut through the tension in the air.

"Is he in any danger?"

"It’s most likely not as strong as that of the Phoenix but it could serve as a clue to fixing your problem nonetheless."

Vincent spoke more to Jonathan than M, which was a little bit annoying for her but right now there was more important things to worry about.

Jonathan bit his lip, absent-mindedly caressing the scar on his right palm with his left index finger, a nervous tendency of his.

"I don't want to hurt you..."

"Don’t worry, I can protect myself from falling into a dream state.”

The siblings looked to each other one more time, having yet another silent conversation in the small space between them. Finally they both nodded and J inhaled deeply.

"Do it."

Jonathan pressed back against the wall as Vincent started forwards, going further and further into the painted surface trying desperately to reduce any chance of him pulling away. The distance between them was covered in seconds and the two stood only inches apart. A pressure on Jonathan's gloved hand made him look down quickly only to see his sister clutching it tight, a look of determination painting on her quirky features which didn't quite seem to match her in this situation.

Jonathan looked up only to see two hands closing in on his head. A chilly feeling spread from his temples as the ice cold fingers of Vincent's hands touched J's temples. Both brother and sister, and no doubt V himself, held their breathe, praying to whoever was watching over them (both atheists) that this worked.

It did.

Well, it did to a degree. The fight against his power was clear on Vincent's face form the second that skin touched skin, but he wasn't stopping.

J closed his eyes and allowed the telepath to search through his mind.

It was only moments later that a barely audible voice started to speak, slightly distorted at first. As the words replayed it made more sense and Jonathan gasped loudly, the cold, malicious voice that was growing in volume with every word echoing in his mind.

“I will never doubt the power or dreamers. I will never allow them to awaken from their fears. I will use the power of dreamers to make my worst nightmare everyone else's!”

Jonathan's eyes shot open as the connection was broken with a separation of skin from skin, Vincent pulling back immediately and breathing heavily, the sound matching Jonathan's own breaths.

“My suspicions were correct… this will require your authority to suppress.”

"Am I safe with this? How can I be even nearly safe with this?! There's a voice inside my head saying it wants to kill everyone!"

Running his long fingers through his hair and pacing slowly, Memory's watching form eyeing him from where she had been standing before. Suddenly, he stopped and turned to Vincent.

"What do we need to do?"

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Erik Lehnsherr and Philip Klein

"Um.." Adria spoke softly, moving the rest of her body around the corner, hands clasped behind her back. "I'm here for an appointment.." Ice blue eyes looked between the two, then back down to the ground.

Erik and Philip turned around to see Adria walk shyly towards them. “ah! There you are my dear. Please come this way there’s no need to be shy.” Erik invited Adria in a friendly manner. Erik could seem intimidating to anyone that was aware of his ominous past but to meet him in person under non-combative circumstances would surprise a person as to how gentle and nurturing he actually is.

“I’m not sure if you’ve had the opportunity to meet Mr. Philip Klein. He’s also a student here and soon to be son of mine.” Erik said with a great smile. He was like an embarrassing parent telling the world about Vincent and Philip’s relationship. He didn’t care that Vincent was interested in another male. He was actually in the corner of anyone who was considered the social underdog, which being gay fell under that category in Erik’s eyes. They faced a similar plight that mutants did. Erik was also glad that the man Vincent was attracted to was powerful, a mutant, and a good person that greatly cared for his son.

Philip blushed a little as he rubbed the back of his head nervously. “Ah… papa… you don’t have to tell everyone!” Philip chuckled. He turned to Adria and shook her hand with a bright smile. “’I’m Philip Klein, it’s a pleasure to meet you Adria. I haven’t seen you around much. I’m curious to know what your abilities are. I suppose we’ll get to see each other in action in the danger room Tomorrow?” Philip greeted Adria in his thick German accent.

Vincent Xavier

"Am I safe with this? How can I be even nearly safe with this?! There's a voice inside my head saying it wants to kill everyone!" Jonathan replied to Vincent in a disturbed manner.

Running his long fingers through his hair and pacing slowly, Memory's watching form eyeing him from where she had been standing before. Suddenly, he stopped and turned to Vincent.

"What do we need to do?" Jpnathan asked.

Vincent sighed as he recomposed himself in his seat. His body still tingled from touching Jonathan as he sat in his seat. He exhaled heavily as he began to speak. “Well… I think this will not be as bad as the phoenix, so that’s a piece of good news.” Vincent looked at the two siblings calmly.

“Secondly, I think your X-gene and subsequently your body is locked into a defensive mode. This may be in reaction to your own fears and anxieties. Your X-gene could possibly be trying to prevent you from getting hurt but heading into overdrive in order to further protect you. It hasn’t reached overdrive mode yet… thankfully. But whatever it is that you are not confronting in your heart that’s been haunting you, if left un-reconciled, will cause your X-gene to fly onto the offensive. Meaning you could possibly send a whole area into a dream, illusion and or nightmare state. Imagine the influence of your power spreading beyond your body.” Vincent’s eyes focused in on Jonathan.

Vincent knew that some X-genes were more closely linked to a mutant’s emotional state of being, others like his own were closely linked to his psychological state. “Take me for example, I must keep my mind in a neutral zone. If I slip into a serious narcissism I could lose control and become something quite malevolent. This requires me to check my mood and disposition on a constant basis. It’s not always easy but it can be done with effort. I had the privilege to meet the hero known as Spiderman once. He shared with me a quote that his uncle once to told him. ‘with great power comes great responsibility.’ I always remembered that and it helped me to focus in being responsible for my psychological state, which then helped me gain control over my mutant power.” Vincent added.

Vincent turned to face Memory. “You might actually be key in helping your brother fix his problem Memory. If it is a particular memory that is haunting Jonathan, then you and I will most likely have to help him confront the aggressor. Ultimately Jonathan will have to set things right within himself but he will need some assistance. We won’t know what we’ll encounter there but know that things will get better. Let’s give this some time and come back to formulate a proper plan when you both are ready. How does that sound?” Vincent smiled. Jonathan might actually be on the road to being able to touch others again.

Vincent telepathically said to Jonathan, “Remember Jonathan, if there is something you’d like to tlk about alone. I’m here to help you. Just say the word alright.”

Matsuzaka Hideki

Hideki after his meeting with magneto earlier in the day thought it best to chill out with some shopping therapy. He had plenty of money, being a popular JPOP star, and he loved to shop as a form of clearing his mind. He was a true mallrat if those still existed outside of the 90’s. He thought to invite his friend Kyle Jean-Claude also known as Marvel to accompany him. They both raked up at the mall and eventually felt good enough to return to the mansion.

On their way back the two decided to do a little joy riding in Kyle’s convertible. When they got to the long drive near the X-mansion Hideki stood up and fired off firework like plasma into the air. It burst into brilliant colors strong enough to remain distinct even in the day time. The two laughed and giggled as they continued.

“Kyle speed it up!! I KNOW you can go faster than this!!” Hideki yelled.

“Alright Flare, scream if you wanna go faster baby!!” Kyle replied as he laughed.

“WOOOOHOOO!!!” Hideki screamed. The car sped up and hideki lit the day up with his powers. They were however, going too fast and almost collided with the mansion gate.

“Oh shit! Flare get down and buckle up fast! I gotta hit the brakes!!” Kyle yelled. Hideki quickly plopped down into his seat and click his safety belt. Kyle slammed the brakes moments before they could slam into the mansion gates. They came to a stop, however the plasma flare Hideki was holding accidentally flew out of Hideki’s hand and exploded on impact with the gate. To make matters worse Aliyah the school technician and Cara, the Music teacher, were right there to witness/ survive it all.

“Uh… sorry ladies...” Hideki said sheepishly.

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Character Portrait: Vincent Xavier (Psionic) Character Portrait: Memory Ashcroft Character Portrait: Jonathan Moore Character Portrait: Philip Klein (Boom-Boom) Character Portrait: Abe Fuyumi (Shadow) Character Portrait: Matsuzaka Hideki (Flare) Character Portrait: Professor Charles Xavier Character Portrait: Erik Lehnsherr (Magneto) Character Portrait: Adria 'Wateria' Character Portrait: Aaiyah Ippolita (A.I)  *WIP* Character Portrait: Cara Black (Shadowdancer) Character Portrait: Kyle Jean- Claude (Marvel) Character Portrait: Scott Summers (Cyclops) Character Portrait: Logan (Wolverine) Character Portrait: Lady Vila Star
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Logan was a little caught off guard by Cara jumping up onto Logan's back wrapping her legs around his waist and drawing a small knife from her shin holding it to his throat. "Who are you and what are you doing here?!" she asked darkly almost hissing in his ear, the blade's tip pressed firmly against his throat. Hideki who had just had his arms locked around Logan’s arm was knocked back by the sudden jagging of Logan’s body. He sparked up a Plasmoid flare but realized that it was Cara. He reabsorbed the energy and watched with a frown as Cara clung to Logan’s backside.

It was not often an accomplishable task for one to catch Logan off guard, his senses were too sharp for most people to evade. However Cara’s shadow traveling made it difficult for Logan’s senses to pick up on. As she spoke, Logan found her voice to be very familiar. He didn’t react as he wanted to because Charles shot him a quick telepathic message, “Logan, it’s alright it’s Shadowdancer. Cara Black now works with us. She’s stand down, but I definitely don’t need you to counter strike. That would turn into something very bad.” Logan heeded Charles wishes and stood still.

The professor gave Cara a look. "Oh, it's you. How funny that we should be in this situation again." she said lowering her blade but not letting go of what had once been her enemy. "Though I'd much rather be on the front." she whispered sensually into his ear, giving his neck a teasing nip before eventually letting go.

“Oh no… not you too. Well you can get in line right behind Kyle over there.” Logan rebutted glancing over at the two of them with on raised eyebrow.

Kyle replied in a sleek manner, “Oh I wouldn’t be at your front side for long, less my bare back was turned…” Logan shot him a look with squinted eyes that replied, “Don’t go there.” Without actually saying it.

"I hope you brought me something." She asked sweetly walking round to stand in front of him. "After all, we've always had such a connection." She winked at him playfully, still teasing him as she had done so many times in the past when they had fought as enemies.

“No one informed me that you’d be switching sides. I would have scrapped the money together to buy you a plane ticket to Genosha. You go as I arrive. But unfortunately you must join Matsuzaka on the waiting list for Souvenirs I didn’t give a damn to find.” Logan chuckled a little. He honestly didn’t expect such a fiasco of a welcome back.

"Or are you still bitter that I beat you?" Cara blew a taunting kiss before she turned to lean against the wall beside them.

“Get over yourself Shadow dancer.” Logan replied as he rolled his eyes.
"Oh, speaking of the Danger room, Professor. Perhaps it would be a good idea for me and Logan to give a demonstration to the students before they attempt themselves. After all, we're the only ones here with any combat training." Cara added.

“Hmm… Well that would be a good idea. Scott shall be here soon, that would make you, Logan, Scott, Vincent, magneto and I the only people that have had combat experience. I will officiate the exercise tomorrow given, you two agree to work with Scott and Vincent as well during the demonstration. The students need to see an X-men team in action.” Xavier explained.

Logan sighed a little. He wasn’t ready to get excited about working with Shadowdancer just yet. He was the official combat instructor so Danger Room training was unavoidable for him. He had just hoped that he could lay low for a little bit in the X-mansion environment without having to do the teacher ordeal. “Alright I guess it can’t be avoided.” Logan grumbled.

Fuyumi phased through one of the front walls of the X-mansion to see what was going on. She noticed Logan and smiled quietly. She stood beside the professor and waved slightly at Logan. “Logan-san, Konichiwa.” She said.

“OHisashi buri Abe-san.[It’s been a while Miss Abe.]” Logan replied. Logan knew some Japanese due to his former stint in Japan. He was still around when Fuyumi was brought to the mansion before he, himself, left.

Charles turned to Fuyumi. “Ah, Fuyumi, would you like to participate in tomorrow’s danger room demonstration? It would be good for you. You would be joining Logan, Scott, Cara, and Vincent. I’m unsure if Magneto will join the demonstration group as well. What do you say?”

“Alright. If you think it’s for the best then I shall.” Fuyumi replied as she looked at the group with a small smile.

The intercom of the mansion began to sound with Aaliyah’s voice. "I think we have an unwanted guest in the house or it is the Keebler elves and I don’t think it is the later one. I can put everything on lock down or leave it be it is your call P.C. don’t assume things when it comes to combat. That is the first rocky mistake one can make." with that she would waited to get buzzed back on what Xavier wanted.

Everyone looked up. Logan thought to himself “It looks like security is becoming a little lax here…” Charles replied to Aaliyah telepathically. “Before you place the mansion on lockdown, I’ll probe the mansion telepathically for intruders.” Charles then scanned the mansion with his mind. He saw the rooms, and by the time he scanned the kitchen he could see a plate of Pumpkin spice cookies and a pitcher of milk. He then knew everything was alright. “It’s alright Aaliyah, I know who our visitor is and they’re no intruder. In fact this person is a long awaited family member of ours.” Charles replied telepathically with a smile.

“No need for worry everyone.” Charles said to the others telepathically.

Vincent Xavier

After Vincent’s meeting with Jonathan and Memory, he went to meet up with Philip. He sent Philip a telepathic message to meet him in the lounge. Vincent while waiting in the lounge for Philip, who had left Magneto and Adria a while ago, Vincent began to smell a scent most familiar. He let Philip know to meet him in the Kitchen. Vincent knew when he entered the kitchen and saw the cookies that Vila had returned. A large smile crept across his face. He looked out of the kitchen window to see the small cottage house that belonged to Vila. Philip entered the kitchen as Vincent took a bite of one of the still warm chewy cookies.

“What’s all this? Something of a surprise for me Vince?” Philip asked flirtatiously. A cute smile crept across his face.

“Actually it’s a surprise for me. Sorry love. I’ll have to surprise you another time. Vila’s home.” Vincent replied.

“Who?” Philip gave a look of utter surprise and confusion. Vincent had not mentioned Vila much to Philip. Vila was somewhat hard to talk about since he missed her. So he kept quiet about her.

“Philip I want you to meet someone.” Vincent led Philip outside toward the once locked cottage. They stood outside the door and Vincent knocked.

Scott Summers

Scott had arrived at the mansion late into the evening. He was greeted warmly by the professor and Fuyumi who met him in the lobby. “Welcome back Scott. I hope you enjoyed your time away.” Charles greeted.

“It’s good to be back professor. I missed this place too much. Fuyumi, you haven’t changed at all.” Scott replied.

“Why thank you Natsu-kun.” Fuyumi replied with a warm smile. She nicknamed Scott Natsu which means summer in Japanese. Since Scotts last name fit’s she couldn’t help but gift his with the name. Scott smiled brightly. “You are just as handsome as the day I last saw you.” Fuyumi added. Scott was somewhat her type of guy, highly structured and something out of a Ralph Lauren ad.

Logan walked into the room. “Welcome back Summers.” He said in a slightly warm manner.

“Oh… Logan? The professor didn’t tell me you’d returned. Good to see you.” Scott replied in a slightly caught off guard manner.

“Yeah my sentiments exactly, Summers.” Logan replied as he leaned against the fireplace.

Charles then asked Scott, “So Scott how’s Jean doing on Miur Island with Moira?”

“She’s doing much better since the Pheonix incident and will soon be ready to come back. Moira advised me to return first for my own healing sake. So here I am. Jean should return in about a month.” Scott explained. Logan smiled silently to himself. He missed Jean greatly and cared for her as much as Scott did.
Erik joined the group. “I see the former group has returned. It’s great to see you both. Welcome back.” He said as he sat down next to Charles. His meeting with Adria had ended and he was ready to find out about all of the alarms he had heard earlier. Seeing Logan and Scott made things a bit clear to him.

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~Vila~

Vila looked around the cottage it need some cleaning but not a lot. everything seemed to be in its place. Her fingers ran over the old simple cast iron bed. It felt right to be back she moved picking the old photo up of her and a much younger Vincent. She chuckled some and shock her head, she new by now he would look much older and much older than. Vila could not help but giggle wondering if he was going to try and pull the ' i look older than you so that makes me the big brother' No matter the case she was back and ready to help out in every way she could.

The flowers and trees seemed to be bright and more vivid in color with her being back. The trees where a live with the songs of birds this seemed like the place that if Snow White was a real person, would be there. Vila blinked when she heard the knocking and darted to the door. She was awe struck by Vincent and how much he had grown....and not to mention how handsome he was. With in nano seconds her arms where around his neck, Vila had to stand on her tip toes to reach. "Look at you my little brother all grown up" She kissed his cheek before she let go and just smiled at him before she gave him another hug.

"I have so much to tell you about and things, and gifts and books to show you!" Vila spun like a top on her bear feet. She was all smiles just like she was so long ago. That light still shining just as bright if not brighter in this moment. "You will love the new stories i have picked up it will be just like old times....well almost old times" She giggled happly.

She looked over to Philip and blinked some as she held her out. "Please for give my manners I am Vila, Vincents older sister" She gave him a sweet kind smile. "Please wont you both come in side or we can go to the Manor to catch up ether one is fine with me" She knew that the others would want to say and she did not want to keep them waiting even now she wanted to spend some one on one time with Vincent.

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Character Portrait: Vincent Xavier (Psionic) Character Portrait: Philip Klein (Boom-Boom) Character Portrait: Abe Fuyumi (Shadow) Character Portrait: Matsuzaka Hideki (Flare) Character Portrait: Professor Charles Xavier Character Portrait: Erik Lehnsherr (Magneto) Character Portrait: Aaiyah Ippolita (A.I)  *WIP* Character Portrait: Kyle Jean- Claude (Marvel) Character Portrait: Scott Summers (Cyclops) Character Portrait: Logan (Wolverine) Character Portrait: Lady Vila Star
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The cottage door opened and there Vila was already darting toward Vincent in joy and excitement. With in nano seconds her arms where around his neck, Vila had to stand on her tip toes to reach. "Look at you my little brother all grown up" She kissed his cheek before she let go and just smiled at him before she gave him another hug. Vincent chuckled with joy at the sight of his ‘older sister’. It had been a long while since Vila’s last stint at the X-mansion.

“Yes I’ve shot up quite a bit little big Vila!” Vincent replied.

"I have so much to tell you about and things, and gifts and books to show you!" Vila spun like a top on her bare feet. She was all smiles just like she was so long ago. "You will love the new stories i have picked up it will be just like old times....well almost old times" She giggled happily.

“I’m sure you do have plenty of stories you’ve been gone for more than half a decade! I can’t wait to hear them! V I have someone that you must meet. Vila this is Philip. Philip this is my older sister Vila.” Vincent introduced the two.

She looked over to Philip and blinked some as she held her out. "Please forgive my manners I am Vila, Vincent’s older sister" She gave him a sweet kind smile.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Vila. You are Vincent’s sister? I didn’t realize that the professor had another child. You look so young.” Philip inquired while looking puzzled his German accent ever present.

“He didn’t. She’s an added family member that’s just as official and a blood sibling, maybe even more.” Vincent replied.

"Please won’t you both come in side or we can go to the Manor to catch up ether one is fine with me" Vila asked.

“Well Dad X would really like to see you and if my telepathy is correct, Logan and Scott not long ago arrived home.” Vincent answered with a big smile. He then thought he should mention to Vila who Philip was to him. “Um… V, I should also tell you something important first. It would be a bit of an unnecessary fiasco to say it in front of everyone else.’ Vincent paused for a moment before continuing. “Philip is also a very important and close person to me. I love him, and he’s my boyfriend.” Vincent said sheepishly. He wasn’t quite sure how Vila would take hearing that someone was now both emotionally and physically hyper close with Vincent. Philip looked completely caught in the middle and he felt that way so he kept meekly quiet.

-In the Lounge-

“Thanks for the welcome Magneto.” Scott replied to Magneto’s welcome. Scott was initially distrustful of Magneto like the other X-men were. However, Scott knew Magneto had a particular sense of honor about him and he valued the professor too much as a close friend to ever deceive him in such a way. Therefore Magneto earned Scott’s trust much swifter than Logan’s.

Logan looked over at Magneto and smirked. “I never thought I’d be considering yours a friendly face, but I guess it’s been long enough so… It’s good to see a friendly face, especially when it comes from the rare likes of you Magneto.” Logan replied honestly. It was his way of letting Erik know that he trusted him finally. Magneto had been around for quite some time before Logan had left the mansion. However Logan still wouldn’t allow Erik to feel that he was trusted by Logan. It took a lot of faith for Logan to leave the mansion with Magneto there working with Charles. However he managed to go despite his initial distrust. He was glad to see things in one piece upon his return so if nothing bad happened at this point, Magneto might actually be alright.

The large group sat and caught up on old times as well as missed times with one another. Aaliyah joined the group. Charles smiled to see the often recluse Aaliyah come out of hiding and burying herself into her work. However it was Magneto that spoke.

“It’s rare I see you join the group. Welcome A.I.” Magneto greeted Aaliyah. He liked to refer to people by their codenames because they were most often brought on in connection the coming of mutant powers. He felt that the mutant codename represented a mutant’s true self not what human parents want the child to be, a ‘normal being’. Magneto smiled at Aaliyah.

“So… I’ve been dying to ask this. Magneto, Professor, are you planning on forming a new team of X-men soon? I want to join if you do. You could use my brute strength and good looks.” Kyle inquired. His smile couldn’t be contained.

“We are considering it.” Charles replied.

“We ARE to be forming a team soon. So you are correct Kyle.” Magneto corrected Charles. Charles was still trying to cling to any hope that the world would need another team. He continued, “However, You’ll need more than brawn to do well on the team. That is why training is most important. Well see how you’ve cultivated your mind during training tomorrow.” Magneto added.

“Well I can’t wait to see tomorrow’s demonstration!” Hideki added.

“Honestly me too, and I’ll be a part of it.” Fuyumi chimed in.

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She blinked some and giggled "There is nothing wrong with being young. The young tend to have more fun. I never want to go so I wont" She giggled more she never really gave things away but did at the very same time. "Still don't let my age play head games there is more to me than meets the eye" She smiled more at him that kindness never leaving or that warmth. She was always careful about letting people know how old she was. Many did not take well to it or did not believe it.

Vila eyes went wide and she made of a sound of pure joy before she lunged at Philip hugging him tightly kissing him on the cheek like she did with Vincent. For how small she was, she was rather strong. She welcomed him with that loving light that never seemed to dim. When she took a few steps back she poked Philip in the chest looking quite cross. "You better treat my baby brother right, or you will have to deal with me." She giggled a little and winked at him. She new Vincent would never pick a someone bad and was not overly worried about.

She sighed some and nodded know that to be true. "You have a point..." she took a few steps a back her eyes sparkling in a sly manor she keep moveing back watching them. "I would like to get a cup of tea or lemonade before we join the others. Do you think that would be something we can do." Vila was not worried as she moved. Her smile never left as her red hair dance about her body. "I do hope every one is well and healthy." she also hoped that they would not ask her to take part in the danger room.

Once to the Manor Vila got her glass of lemonade and would walk with them. She was all smiles and laughter nothing had changed with her. She would tell them about some things she got to do and things she saw. Among all the books she read, she did ask the things as well wanting to know how long they have been together, when they meet and so on. She wanted to be filled on on everything. Vila had her own sent that Logan would be able to pick up on with out fail.

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(I am so sorry I've not posted. Everything has just been hectic. I should be able to manage posting more often now though so I'm still in this. I'll just pick up from the siblings leaving Vincent's office and improvise.)

The sounds of Memory practically skipping down the corridor was all that was really there to hear, that and the worried breathing of her half-brother who's mind was still on the conversation from before. The burning desire to tell Vincent everything, or anyone for that matter, was eating him up inside but he just couldn't. Jonathan is brave, but he's also not one to be controlled by emotions too often. If there are possible repercussions then he will wait, think it through and then act.

'Especially about something like this...'

He shook his head and watched Memory go, bouncing and dancing down the hall way to whatever song was in her head now. This was a common occurrence which embarrassed him each and every time.

'You gotta love her though...' He thought with a sad smile, remembering what his life was like before her. With the death of sister before he could even remember her his life had been increasingly empty until M had been brought tragically into his life. It was a little hard at first, but he wouldn't change a second of it.

Memory glanced back at J with a sweet grin and twirled her way through Jessie J - Domino that was currently replaying in her head. It was annoying when she got songs stuck in her head but it did do well for when she needed to burn some energy.

A younger student walked around the corner that the siblings were headed to and his eyes opened wide. Not because there was a mad girl dancing in the middle of the corridor. Oh no, that would have been too easy. No, it was because Memory had felt the need to charge at him and pull him into the dance with her. She flashed her teeth in a challenging smile as he tried to struggle and it stopped dead right there. He looked to Jonathan for help but found only a boy practically dying from laughter lying on the floor in tears and fit of giggles.

After a a moment of awkward twirling Memory released him with a quick peck on the cheek and continued to dance away, by which Point Jonathan had regained some composure. This lasted around three seconds as the boy ran off in fear of her coming back and the laughter started again though not as badly.

Dashing after his sister, he caught up with her just as her eyes shut hard and a gasp escaped her lips. Her shoulder lifted as a mixture of feelings ran through her body. It was then that J saw the door she had just touched, her thin delicate fingers circled around the handle.

The images that flashed through M's mind caused joy, pain, pride and so much more. So many memories of days gone by. So many people who had touched where she had touched and felt what she now felt and thought what she was now thinking. As the images faded to black and the tears in her eyes spilled over he slowly released the handle and stumbled backwards, the knuckles on her hand still white from the intensity of which she had gripped the door.

An arm caught her at the back as the world started spinning and the legs beneath her failed, lowering her gently and almost fatherly to the ground. Though, that was what Jonathan had mostly been for her: the father figures she had always wanted. Even now, so many years after them discovering they were siblings, he still acted like an over-protective father. It was sweet but also a little annoying at times when she was trying to flirt with people.

"What's wrong? What did you see?" He rushed through the sentence drying her cheeks with his sleeve.

"S-sorry... I didn't mean to worry you. I'm fine. I'm just..." She shook her head and looked up into his eyes. "I'm still not really used to that."

He nodded, knowing exactly what she was talking about. The sudden rush of images and emotions and thoughts and memories tearing through your mind and searing them into your mind... that was never going to be an easy power to get used to.

He lifted M to her feet and she took a few unsteady steps before nodding little more confidently.
"Alright... I'm good now."

She turned her head to him and smiled.
"Coming?" She asked him once before pulling the door open and walking outside.

He gave a half-smile and followed her out.

'She better not be lying...'

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Character Portrait: Vincent Xavier (Psionic) Character Portrait: Philip Klein (Boom-Boom) Character Portrait: Abe Fuyumi (Shadow) Character Portrait: Matsuzaka Hideki (Flare) Character Portrait: Professor Charles Xavier Character Portrait: Erik Lehnsherr (Magneto) Character Portrait: Aaiyah Ippolita (A.I)  *WIP* Character Portrait: Cara Black (Shadowdancer) Character Portrait: Kyle Jean- Claude (Marvel) Character Portrait: Scott Summers (Cyclops) Character Portrait: Logan (Wolverine) Character Portrait: Lady Vila Star
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"I am only here to see who is here and find out who the other person is and nothing more." Aaliyah looked at Cara "It’s rude to smoke in someone else house even more so when others don’t want to smell that or slowly be killed by it."

When Cara entered the room Scott cringed a little. He was made aware that she lived at the X-mansion during a phone conversation with the professor, while Scott was on Muir Island. He had almost forgotten what he was told. He didn’t trust her in the slightest. She made matters worse by previously flirting with Jean Grey, who was at the time struggling to gain control over the phoenix personality. As the Phoenix, Jean was far more provocative and erratic in her behavior than normal Jean was. This worried Scott, anything that threatened Jean concerned him. He was usually the team leader and he made it a notion to keep a close watch on her.

"Well, I don't know about you lot but I reckon if we're fighting together tomorrow then we best start bonding now. Anyone for a drink?" Cara offered gesturing towards the kitchens where the alcohol was stored.

Logan looked at Cara and smirked. “Now that’s one offer from you I most likely won’t refuse.” He commented jovially.

“I’ll go for some merlot wine~” Kyle seconded with a suave facial expression. He couldn’t pass up a chance to drink with those he deemed to be cool. Cara, Logan, Scott, and Hideki were all very suave, debonair, or sophisticated in his social hierarchy. Although Logan seemed socially retarded to most others, Kyle felt that whatever circle Logan was in was indeed an exclusive one and he wanted most to be exclusive.

“I would tell you no but you are of age so you’re lucky. But you’d better not overdo it cause you’ve got training tomorrow Bub.” Logan rebutted.

“Besides Wolvie, I’m French. I’ve been drinking wine since I was a kid. It is my water, so no need for worry.” Kyle replied with his signature wink. Kyle always looked like he was ready to walk down a runway, even if he was dressed in something subdued.

They all went into the kitchen and Logan asked Cara to hand him a bottle of Jack Daniels. He accepted it rather plainly in manner. He didn’t want Cara to feel just too comfortable yet. Kyle slinked over and poured him and Hideki glasses of wine.

“Professor, Magneto, would you like some Merlot?” Kyle asked the two as he held up the bottle.

“No I’m quite alright Kyle. I’ve done enough drinking in my day.” Charles replied.

“I’m with Charles on that one.” Magneto added. He smiled as he patted Kyle on the back in a fatherly manner. He really enjoyed being at the X-mansion. It somewhat felt like retirement. He could relax a lot more.

“Scott?” Logan asked Scott as he held up the Jack Daniels bottle in an offering gesture.

“No thanks. Someone has to have a clear mind for tomorrow.” Scott replied.

Logan plopped the bottle down on the table and quickly averted his gaze from Scott. “Always the straight edge aren’t you Summers.” Logan commented in a slight grumble.

If Scott’s eyes could be seen, he’d be rolling them at this point. He did let out a frustrated sigh. Fuyumi sipped a can of beer as she quietly smiled at Scott. She remembered that Scott was big on water so she phased through the kitchen island and reached into the refrigerator through the door to grab a water bottle. She then phased back through the kitchen island and handed the water bottle to Scott.

“Thanks Fuyumi.” Scott replied. He was glad that she didn’t pressure him because he was so disciplined. Others often found that annoying and or a buss kill during a party, Scott was self-conscious about that. He liked Fuyumi because she was a very relaxed person and put others at ease. Fuyumi simply smiled in response.

Hideki noticed the Pumpkin spice cookies that sat on the kitchen island and took a bite of one. The professor smiled as he knew who baked them.

“These are really good! Fuyumi-chan, did you bake these?” Hideki asked as he munched on another cookie.

“No, I didn’t. They smell delicious though.” Fuyumi replied.

“So she’s home I see.” Magneto replied as he peered at the cookies.


Vincent Xavier and Philip Klein

Vila eyes went wide and she made of a sound of pure joy before she lunged at Philip hugging him tightly kissing him on the cheek like she did with Vincent. For how small she was, she was rather strong. She welcomed him with that loving light that never seemed to dim.

Philip was initially caught off guard. He reacted and returned the little lady’s embrace, “Whoa whoa… ha ha ha! Thank you big sister!” Philip replied gleefully. He was most glad that Vila liked him.

When she took a few steps back she poked Philip in the chest looking quite cross. "You better treat my baby brother right, or you will have to deal with me." She giggled a little and winked at him. She knew Vincent would never pick someone bad and was not overly worried about it.

“I will sister, no need for worry. He’s the reason I smile all day long.” Philip replied with a large smile. He was very happy since he had no siblings of his own, having a sister was nice. It had always been him and his mother alone. He would always look after his mother and now he could look after Vila as well.

"I would like to get a cup of tea or lemonade before we join the others. Do you think that would be something we can do." Vila was not worried as she moved. Her smile never left as her red hair dance about her body. "I do hope everyone is well and healthy."

“Sure. You’re still shy around large groups I see.” Vincent replied with a tiny grin.

As they walked to the manor Vincent told Vila that Philip and he had met three years ago. He told her about meeting him in Germany and them becoming close. They noticed the group had moved into the kitchen and began drinking. The professor acknowledged the group’s arrival.

“Why hello Vila! Welcome home.” He smiled brightly as he walked over and gave her a hug.

“You’ve been away for too long my dear.” Magneto added.

Fuyumi, Hideki, and Kyle were all unfamiliar with the seemingly young lady. Fuyumi was puzzled by her doll like appearance. Kyle was also bewildered. To him, the girl looked like one of him mother’s collectable porcelain dolls and or her French statuettes. Scott smiled, it had been a while since he’d seen Vila. She was a very innocent being, the likes of which Scott didn’t see often anymore. Logan took another drink, now having moved on to whiskey, “Long time no see.” He greeted Vila.

They group continued to talk and drink. Eventually it got later and the professor urged the group to go to bed and rest up for the next day of Danger room training.

~Chapter 2: Danger in the Danger Room~

Professor Xavier and Magneto began to set up things for Danger Room training. All systems were still in good condition and ready to operate perfectly. Aaliyah’s modifications were first rate and state of the art. The professor thought to do something special for Aaliyah given all of her hard work and dedication. She was always doing her duties excellently. The students suited up into their uniforms. Charles allowed them to have personalized uniforms since some of the students complained about the standard training uniform, Kyle being a major voice box of complaints.

The teachers that were to take part in the demonstration were gathered in the danger room waiting for the simulation to start. The students sat in the observation/ control room where the professor could point out things of importance and note to them.

“Alright, I shall begin the simulation set to level 4 when you all are ready. Give the word if you need me to shut it down early. Cara, Logan, Fuyumi, Vincent, you are to follow the commands of Scott who will be the field commander. You all must above all trust each other and be most careful as this will indeed be dangerous.” Charles explained.

[At a government facility far away.]

Bolivar trask sat in a meeting with other researchers and generals. “We will strike today. I want my weapon back. It’s been years and the time is ripe. The mutants Xavier and Magneto have had time enough to train our weapon in his powers. Now we can collect… Our previous set back will now be made right.” Trask said with a sinister grin.

(OOC: A little foreshadowing~ bwaahaha~ {queue the scary violin music} )

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Aaiyah Ippolita

She was up and moveing in the morning something she did not normally do. She had her over sized cup of coffee. Once in the danger room she looked at the set than to Erik and Xavier. "Mind if a take the controls I have something new programed that I would like to run" She keep a poker face as she spoke. The program she wanted to run would not be a simple one but used there weakness and focused on team work along with trusting one another. On top of that it evolved changing as the fight went on adapting and learning as people would do in real life. It would also make it harder to have a plan set in stone.

The profiles she did on all of them but the new girl would be useful in training. She as unsure of this person her energy level was a little off putting. How ever for every one was a little off putting. Still none the less she was going to have to make a profile for the computer for the danger room. Not only that she woundred if she was going to have to take part in it as a staff member.

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Character Portrait: Vincent Xavier (Psionic) Character Portrait: Abe Fuyumi (Shadow) Character Portrait: Matsuzaka Hideki (Flare) Character Portrait: Professor Charles Xavier Character Portrait: Erik Lehnsherr (Magneto) Character Portrait: Aaiyah Ippolita (A.I)  *WIP* Character Portrait: Cara Black (Shadowdancer) Character Portrait: Kyle Jean- Claude (Marvel) Character Portrait: Scott Summers (Cyclops) Character Portrait: Logan (Wolverine)
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Cara raised an eyebrow at Aaiyah's complaints. "Because your previous statement was the epitome of polite." She answered sarcastically exhaling a lungful of smoke. "Besides, with all the day to day dangers we all face somehow I don't think my smoking is your biggest concern in life." she added. Turning her attention back onto the rest of the group as the girl stormed off. "She really is an odd one isn't she?" she spoke quietly, not to anyone in particular, she wasn't really the most popular person in the room right now.

She had that glaring feeling again but this time it was Scott giving her a not-so-friendly expression, apparently his opinions on her hadn't changed. Though it would probably take a lot to gain his trust and even if she had it, what difference would it make. She was hardly intending to stay a permanent feature at the mansion, she'd have left a long time ago if she didn't owe such a debt to the X-men.

Cara was quite surprised at Logan's response but didn't question it. "You see! And you were all set in on hating me!" She smiled passing Logan his whiskey before picking her own bottle of Smirnoff vodka and poring herself a few shots of the clear liquid. "You know Logan I've always wanted to drink with you. No one else can ever handle their drink enough to keep up! But I know you can drink heavy, I've seen it myself!" She smiled, referring to an earlier encounter that involved her following Logan for a number of weeks. She couldn't help but notice the blank acceptance, they were evidently feeling as awkward as she was about all this.

She watched as the others fussed around the cookies, never having been one for them herself she just necked another shot but even she had to admit that they did smell good. She looked up as Vila entered the room. Woo! That's at least one person in the room who I never wronged so badly they want to kill me. It was a morbid thought but it was very true, Logan and Scott had both been in the top three on the list who wanted to track her down and remove her. It was only thanks to the fact she was incredibly difficult to track that saved her on multiple occasions.

After several hours and almost a dozen shots Cara finally said goodnight and slowly walked up to bed, feeling the effects of the vodka starting to hit her and looking enthusiastically forward to the danger room tomorrow.



Cara had chosen to wear a fitted outfit for the day, it had been a while since she'd used her powers on this sort of scale and it was best to give herself as much movement as she could for the training, she couldn't let herself get shown up by Scott or Logan. "Ok then lets do it." she answered to the Professor's call, keeping an eye on Logan and Scott deciding she'd probably gain a few brownie points or at least irritate them if she managed to become back up for the demonstration.

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Character Portrait: Vincent Xavier (Psionic) Character Portrait: Memory Ashcroft Character Portrait: Jonathan Moore Character Portrait: Philip Klein (Boom-Boom) Character Portrait: Abe Fuyumi (Shadow) Character Portrait: Matsuzaka Hideki (Flare) Character Portrait: Professor Charles Xavier Character Portrait: Erik Lehnsherr (Magneto) Character Portrait: Aaiyah Ippolita (A.I)  *WIP* Character Portrait: Cara Black (Shadowdancer) Character Portrait: Kyle Jean- Claude (Marvel) Character Portrait: Scott Summers (Cyclops) Character Portrait: Logan (Wolverine) Character Portrait: Lady Vila Star
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Cara, Logan, Fuyumi, Vincent, and Scott all prepared themselves for the demonstration. The stood in the danger room waiting for the simulation to start. The professor turned to Vila and Aaliyah who stood in the control room with the students, he and Magneto. “Aaliyah, Vila, would you like to join the group during the demonstration? Your abilities would make an interesting addition to the demonstration.” Charles asked. Charles also turned to Magneto, “Erik you are also welcome to join them if you please.”

Magneto smiled and shook his head. “Not this time Charles. Perhaps I’ll be a bit more hands on during the students’ turn in the danger room. Let them see Scott and the others in action first.” Magneto replied jovially.

“Alright then We shall begin.” The professor said as he spoke into them microphone.

The danger room’s silvery metal atmosphere morphed instantly as the lights in the room dimmed. The danger room was no longer a room, but a city scene. There were many people walking the sidewalks, there was snow on the ground and snow flurries in the air. It was night time. The city donned many neon lights. The group was in New York city’s Time Square. The team stood in the middle of the hustle and bustle.

Scott turned halfway to the group and spoke authoritatively. “Everyone keep your guard up and make sure you keep an ear open for my command. Anything could happen.”

“You don’t have to remind me Summers.” Logan huffed.

Scott glanced over at Vincent before turning back to keep a look out. “Vincent, scan the perimeter for any hostiles.”

“Already on it.” Vincent replied. He did a telepathic probe of the surrounding environment, his middle and index fingers placed to his right temple. “I sense hostiles approaching us fast. They are large in size but I don’t sense much else. Probably due it being a simulation. I could cheat and read my father Erik’s mind to find out the protocol Father X is using.” Vincent said with a sarcastic smirk.

“We are NOT cheating Xavier!” Scott scolded. He usually called Vincent by last name only when he was getting on him for not taking things seriously. Vincent liked to make light of things often. Scott was counter opposite of this mentality.

“Will you two shut-it up! I smell something.” Logan huffed at Scott and Vincent. “I smell heavy metal. It’s been a while but I know the smell anywhere… Sentinels!”

Just then five large sentinel robots appeared towering over the surrounding buildings. The approached the group, each footstep heavy and earth shaking like a giant’s foot. They were indeed iron giants and highly dangerous. The professor had explained to the group that even though this was a simulation, it was very dangerous and could lead to serious injury.

“Try not to get surrounded and cornered! And do NOT take a direct shot from them! Logan’s about the only one of us who’d be able to get up from a shot like that.” Scott ordered.

The people in the scene ran and panicked as if they were real. “MUTANT LIFE SIGNATURE DETECTED. APPREHEND AND ELIMINATE.” The sentinels said in unison.

“Apprehend THIS!!!” Scott yelled as he released an optic blast at the chest of one of the sentinels, causing the robot to fall backward. “X-men take them out!” Scott shouted.

The group scattered. Two sentinels shot beams at Fuyumi and she on instinct phased. The beams went straight through her without any harm to her. She smiled innocently at the robots. She then ran toward one of the two robots and as she got closer she began to walk on the air as if climbing stairs. She call this ability air walking. As soon as she got on the level with the sentinel’s blasting arm she jumped through the arm causing the arm to fritz out. Phasing through electronic matter often caused disruption within the system. The blaster was disabled. As Fuyumi reached the ground she phased through and rose back up as if riding an elevator through the floor. “Shall we go again?” She said quietly.

Wolverine jumped up to one of the robots at chest level, claws extended, and began to tear into the machine. The Sentinel stumbled backward but did not fall just yet. He grabbed Wolverine and threw him toward a large neon sign. Psionic (Vincent) using his telekinesis stopped wolverine just before colliding with the sign.

“I owe ya one Psi!” Wolverine yelled.

“I receive payment in many formats Logan!” Psionic responded with a laugh. Just then the same sentinel that threw Wolverine shot a constricting chord around Psionic, causing him to lose focus dropping Wolverine to the ground. “Shit!” He reacted. Psionic shifted into metal form, where his strength is increased and with some effort, managed to break his bindings.

Scott after blasting away at the sentinel he originally targeted, shouted to the other members, “Let’s keep it together X-men!!!”

Phillip watched the session from the control room wishing he was there to help Vincent himself. But he had to realize that he wouldn’t always be there to protect Vincent so sitting this one out was a test for him as well. He looked around at the other students observing the battle. Kyle and Hideki seemed to be eager to get their turn. Jonathan and Memory were a bit harder to read than Hideki and Kyle. He hopped that all would go well. Magneto stepped beside Philip and placed his hand on Philip’s shoulder.

“I should have insisted that you be a part of the demonstration. I believe whole heartedly that you are ready my son in law.” Magneto said to Philip with a kind smile.

Magneto had really taken to Philip as family. He did indeed have his own son Vincent and Vincent’s older brother Pietro, also known as Quicksilver. Magneto was never really as proud of Pietro as he was of Vincent. Pietro much resented Vincent for this special treatment by their father, however he thus battles with himself on the subject of how to treat Vincent when he is around. Pietro left the X-mansion shortly after Magneto and the Brotherhood joined forces with the X-men. He took most of the Brotherhood mutants with him. They are technically allies of the X-men at this point but they could be persuaded otherwise given the right incentive.

“No worries papa. I’ll have my chance yet.” Philip replied with a cool grin.