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Who: Charles Xavier + You
Broadcast: Video
Action: SS Heron
When: Right now!

[ The video starts with Charles sitting on his wheelchair, his hands neatly folded on his lap. He rubs faint circles on his legs for a few seconds, the only real sign of tension. ]

Hello. My names is Charles Xavier. I am a geneticist graduated from Oxford. I -- [ ran ] -- run a school in Westchester for the Gifted. Mutants. People with abilities. My focus is the training and control of abilities we do not always fully understand, abilities that are gifts but can often run amok.

[ He pauses, catching his second wind before continuing on, poised. ]

I am also a telepath with a full set of abilities in aiding the mind and extremely . . . proficient. I do not read minds without permission, because honestly, I really don't care.

[ Charles pauses again, wondering if he should say more and dismisses it. People can ask him if they need details - which they will. ]

If anyone would like to make use of my abilities and skills, they are certainly most welcome to. Confidentiality, of course, is key and you need not make anything public if you do not wish to. If you have any questions for me, the floor is open for you.

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How did you help them? Was that to do with being a telepath?

Being a telepath means I have access to your memories and feelings. I become an impartial observer for situations that you cannot understand or control.

And by doing so, I can faithfully diagnose the problem and provide a solution.

Can you still do that here?

Of course. My powers are still completely accessible.

Would you be able to help me? I've never met anyone that's been able to help before.

( Yet, though that ends up being very cryptic )

I can try. Would you be willing to let me in?

Yes.

( Hopefully it'll be better than the last time someone was in her head. It's also possibly not an entirely clear picture that Charles gets - some of her abilities act unconsciously, with Lydia having no memory of the events that transpire until she wakes back up. There's images of death - dangers that Lydia and her friends have been in, people that she's helped to save. And a buzzing - a lot duller than it would normally be, voices of any spirits or dead from the moon below them )

I'll need to see you in person. Would you prefer to come to the Heron or should I visit you on your ship?

I'll come to you. When should I come?

Whenever you feel ready. Just send me a message when you do.

Okay. Thank you.

( It's about an hour and a half before Lydia sends him the message, doing a few things that she'd already planned for that morning before heading over. Lydia hopes that he can at least give her some answers, or even information, though would her abilities be as explainable for him as the mutants he'd seen before? Did they have banshees, or something similar? Maybe being a telepath would make those questions pointless - maybe he could just do it anyway. Once she's aboard the shipLydia goes to meet him in their designated meeting place )

[ While the kitchen has many, many breakable things and should never be the place to talk about powers, Charles finds it easier in a homely setting. It puts people at ease and less likely to fight him when he goes deeper. ]

Hello. Welcome to the Heron. Lydia, correct?

( Talking to people about her abilities feels strange. Before the only people that spoke about them were people that already knew - never anyone that she had to introduce to it. But the fact that he me be able to tell her something? )

Correct, Professor.

( It's said with as much certainty as with a questioning tone. He hadn't said he was a Professor but he did run a school - logical guess )

How do you usually do this?

Well, that is up to you. I can look into your memories or you can describe them to me. Whichever works best for you.

[ He might open a tentative link for the latter, just to gauge her emotions. ]

Okay.

( There's a pause before Lydia continues. Describing can at least give him some context before he dives in )

I'm a banshee - a harbinger of death. Where I'm from the only people with powers are supernatural creatures - werewolves, kitsune. I'm not supernatural, just connected.

( The best of both worlds? Not quite )

I can see when people are in danger - when they're about to die, but not with enough time to do something about it. Usually I end up finding the body after.

( There's more too. Her scream, especially. Though she doesn't know everything about it )

[ He listens to this quietly, with no sense of judgement or surprise. ]

Will you let me take a look at the memories?

( There's a nod )

They might not be pleasant.

( All of the bodies, the danger. She's been close to death far too many times )

I'm practiced at seeing unpleasant memories.

[ Charles slips in gently as he goes to find these incidents. ]

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