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Ah. [ Straight away it's clear that the bloke peering down at the screen has absolutely no idea what's attached to him or what he's doing. He's got a boyish countenance, blue eyes that are more tired than anything, and a small almost worried crease between his brows. But he doesn't say anything for a moment, just peers at his new ... addition. He holds it from his face like a clock face and throws a glance over his shoulder, the image dipping to take in the flash of yellow and blue uniform. ] Erik, look. I think it's recording something.

[ The other voice is vaguely accented Euro-something (a panglobal accent? sure!), and carries a timbre like its owner is smiling through gritted teeth, a smile on a tether tight enough to snap. ] Mine isn’t.

[ The former person holds his wrist aloft for his partner - Erik - to see. Even glowering, he's handsome and dressed in the same leather as the first. Blue eyes flick away and look to him, mouth twisting into something of a smile despite how obviously stressed the pair of them are. ] Well, that's what one gets when they're as volatile as a powder-keg.

Call it preparedness. [ The smile slips an inch and winds itself back in like a winch, lower row of teeth showing. ] It’s metal, whatever it is. But it won’t—[ He can’t remove it, this thing attached to him that as far as he can tell is some kind of small television, and for Erik that’s as disconcerting as not being able to feel his own skin. Showing that much vulnerability is not in the cards, however, so he centers himself with a visible squaring of shoulders, light eyes scanning their immediate area. ] Never mind, that’s the least of our problems.

I agree, we --. [ Need to find the others, find Raven but he stops, touches it and lets the furrow grow more over-pronounced. ] Call this a longshot, but this reminds me of something ... [ A pause, and he arches up an eyebrow, fingertips drifting to his temple in silent request of conversing a little bit more privately. Erik nods and Charles falls silent as though that's the end of that matter. ] The CIA had communication devices like this, I believe we can use it to contact whoever brought us here, bargain for a way out.

[ Because under his bloody single-mindedness Erik is virtually always thinking in thirty directions at once, he notices Charles’ mild mimicry of his phrasing despite the bizarre and unsettling circumstances; he arches his eyebrows in a ripple of interest that quickly fades and then sharpens into focus on the much more relevant subject brought to bear in his head. His nod this time is a quick, disjointed jerk, a bodily command that looks exactly like what it is even if he’s not saying a word aloud. ] Do it.

[ Charles' smile goes from small and private to wide and bright just like a flashbulb going off, his shoulders straightening out as he focuses his attention to the thing wrapped tight around his wrist. He doesn't allow himself the time to worry or feel embarrassed about it, just talking in a smooth, mind-mannered tone. ] My name is Charles Xavier, this is -- [ There's barely a fraction of a second of silence, his knows Erik, knows he's done some things that even Charles couldn't fathom. Giving out his name mightn't be the best thing. ] -- my associate. If someone could fill us in, let us know what's going on and how we can go about our business that would be much appreciated.

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mentis &

violenthearted. Also there's been a little bit of an addendum to my permissions so if you can have a look that would be swell. )

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Hello? [ He doesn't recognise the girl, she doesn't sound English and he really hopes that his sister hasn't been spreading her attrocious nicknames about. ]

Can I help you? [ Because even if he's the one needing help, he can't help extending it to others. ]

It is you. But if that's you then that means....

[OH CRAP. That means it's... CRAAAAAAAAAAAP.]

Um, no. No help, but maaaaybe you and your friend there would like to step in for some tea? I can totally explain things.

[And get Magneto under control? AHAHAHAHAHA. Right.]

You're at the fountain, right?

I don't think we have time.

[ He offers her a bland little smile, pleasantness for the sake of it because he hardly doubts either of them could just stop for tea any time soon. ]

We're going to find a way back. As kind as the offer is, we'll have to decline. [ Less of the royal we, more because he knows Erik so well. ]

Yeah, keep telling yourself that. Look.

[She's got no time for your shenanigans Professor.]

Why don't you bring Erik and I can give you a run down, you don't have to do anything shady and he doesn't get cranky, mmkay? Mutant to mutant, Prof.

[ Erik will care about this surprise recognition ...later; his best guess is that the CIA isn't locked up as tightly as it thinks it is. But then again a day he's counting the failings of the government is probably a day where the sun rises in the east. ]

If you're a spy your superiors ought to have you shot.

[ Because really, he is not sure how else to take all of this. ]

If I was a spy, I wouldn't be talking to you.

[She sighs. Why is Magneto always a jackass?]

Do you want me to prove it? I can be at the fountain in a few minutes. And let me tell you, I know you can kick my ass and Chuckles can prod me if it'll make you feel better.

[She's already on the move.]

[ He's going to have a panic attack if this child keeps antagonizing Erik. He's still stuck on the war at home, he doesn't need this one on top of that. So before things can reach that horrifying level, he breathes out through his teeth and flicks his gaze to the man beside him and back. ]

I don't think that's really necessary. [ And also Chuckles? ]

[Chuckles. It's better than Wheels. Since it doesn't look like you've earned that name yet. Yet. Ouch. Ugh, she hates timelines. All of them. First Logan is from after her and then you're obviously from before... ARGH timelines. She's punching Bishop and Cable. A lot.]

Look.

[TEMPER. Trying to control it.]

I went to your school. I was trained by your students and by you. Your friend there was a part time doctor at the school. It's time travel and alternate dimensions and... Well, it becomes commonplace for you later, as well as aliens and other things.

... This is why I need Scott. I'm kinda trying to explain it all. And failing. Seriously, braining at me is probably the best way, but... ugh, it always makes me feel wobbly.

I wasn't aware you had a medical degree, my friend. [ It's aimed at Erik, a soft almost amused smile curling up his mouth. But it's mostly for show. Since they arrived he has been burning up with an uncomplicated hatred of their captors and he still highly doubts this is a good idea at all.

To Jubilee. ] I have never met this Scott, before.

[Head cocked to the side, she's now on the roof.]

Wow, you're like way back in the timeline, then.

Like I said, I went to your school in New York. You were... are... well, it's complicated, but you became as close to a grandfather as I ever had. Look northwest.

[Her powers spark off and create a small light show above the house.]

Prof, please come here.

I'm awful with heights.

[ Which isn't quite a lie - the feeling of a plane tipping out of control still stinging his skin. He'd felt it like a jolt in his chest, heart rising and if it weren't for Erik --.

Erik who wouldn't let Charles take more than a step to this antagonising young woman. Charles doesn't want to risk it, not when they still have so little to go on. ] Your ... well, if you say I have a school then you must be like us, correct? [ He doesn't ask her if she should be doing that, doesn't tell her she needs to hide because tensions are already too strong. ] If you're talking about time travel I'm going to have to say I've never been a fan of science fiction.

I'm a mutant, yes. I... generate plasmoids of energy and light out of my fingers.

[That's all she's willing to say.]

Time travel isn't science fiction, unfortunately. Not... from when I'm from. Things get complicated in the future.

And you're sure you haven't got us mixed up for someone else?

[ Though the idea of Erik sticking it out once they're done is an appealing thought. ]

Professor Charles Xavier - I could go into your powers, but I don't think that's a good idea. I could also tell you your friend's name, codename and powers, but again, probably not a good idea.

But I can tell you this: No matter what happened? You created a home, a sanctuary for mutants that saved mutant lives. It helped me and a lot of others that I know of, saving us all from some pretty horrible fates.

Ah. [ He needs time to process, needs to figure out all of this information given about his future so he just sticks to the easiest part. ]

Codenames, really. I was hoping that would have died out quickly.

Sorry, the Professor X bit stuck.

[She's wearing a shit eating grin. She's not sorry at all.]

And my codename is Jubilee.

[ He might end up with his head in his hands at any minute. ]

I can't believe my defining feature is that I'm a professor.

Well, it's not, but it's the only one you're gonna want to hear about. Trust me on this.

[By the way, you're bald and in a wheelchair. Not the best way to be upbeat about the future.]

[ A very small frown crosses his brow. ]

As I said before, I'm not a fan of science fiction but I know you're not supposed to ask questions.

God, in our line of work, knowing the future doesn't mean crap, seriously. Just because someone tells you how it'll be? Doesn't mean that's how it works. There's way too many alternate dimensions to ensure that the future you get told is the one you're going to end up in.

[Yeah, she's serious.]

Even still - I think I'd rather be unaware.

[ He doesn't even know if they survive the next day, let alone what the future holds. ]

I dunno if I should be offended, or worried, that you're showing such a lack of trust in a future student.

[She sparks again, her fingers flicking.]

But, I'll keep my mouth shut about it. There's one other here that's worked with you.

[She really hopes that in his time Logan's gotten over his hatred of Magneto... But she's not holding her breath.]

It's been an exceptionally long day. [ Almost apologetically. ]

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