5127/An Xcellent Meeting

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An Xcellent Meeting
Date of Scene: 08 August 2018
Location: Xavier's School, Westchester, New York
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Kid, Professor X




Kid has posed:
It has been few days since Kid has come to Xavier's. Technically speaking, he was squating by this point as he was only given permission to stay a single night. But he had been using the illusionary aspect of his telepathic abilities to stay in the school. Of course he had to stay fed...which is when he was discovered.
    One of the telepathic staff, onto Kid's 'games' caught him. But considering the sensitive nature of the school, he was sent to see Professor X instead of having the police immediatly called in. It also helped that he actually DID want to see the head of the school and this was comfirmable..so there was leeway there.
    Regardless, sent to Proffesor X office, Kid had no problem letting himself in, opening the door and strolling in, as he glances around to see who this Professor X fella was. He went with a teenage version of his Malcolm illusion..at least for now.

Professor X has posed:
     Honestly...CHarles already knew from the glancing thoughts Kid allowed to escape from his mind. The Professor was simply sitting in his office/classroom in his wheelchair, reading 'the once and future king'. A beloved book by the Headmaster of the school. As he was certainly affirmed that Kid wasn't who he claimed to be, Charles simply watched as Kid let himself in, strolling in with that confident gait.

     "Ah, hello young 'Malcolm'." he says with a small smile as he closes his book and sets it aside. "A pleasure to see you again. Though, do close the door behind you. I would assume you wouldn't wish for your true appearance to be shown to others. Unless you haven't a care?"

     He doesn't even say it in a disapproving way. It was understanding. warm, inviting.

Kid has posed:
Kid looks behind him at the door - waves of displeasure and even aggression, paranioa at just the idead of it being closed was evident. Likely past experiences. His hands come up and he signs, his watch speaking for him "Rather keep it open, if it is all the same."

He goes over to a chair and sits on it much like a gargoyle. Clearly the Proffosor know and the illusion was dropped. He looks around and signs "Didn't expect you ta be The...headmaster" he considers if that the right word and rolls with it "The headmaster Baldy." a few moments of silence before he signs some more "Guess...you know why I am here?"

Professor X has posed:
     Charles simply smiles then. "Good." though he watches Kid as the monkey man lurches on the chair, though doesn't even seem remotely frightened. only...curious. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?! "Please, my name is Professor Charles Xavier. Not sure Baldy is a polite name, despite my apparent bald head." he chuckles then.

     "That...was what I wanted to talk to you about. I figure it would be rude to simply comb through your mind, so I would much rather you tell me without having to force my hand...especially if you happen to be a danger to the school and it's students." Charles speaks bluntly, his eyes taking on a more...protective stance. he had the most powerful mind on the planet...which for a telepath? is terrifying.

Kid has posed:
"Yea, that is a bit to long for my taste. I will stick with just Xavier" Kid signs...giving off the very real sense he thought Professor was an actual part of his birthname!

Kid than shrugs at the idea of combing through his mind. "Got no secrets, so why not." he signs "But....anyways, wondering if I could stay here. Mabey try this school buisness. Never been to one" he signs. However when Professor mentions 'danger to the school and students' Kid let out a low and annoyed growl - more at himself. He signs "That is...an excellent thing to wonder. Long story short, I stay fed, I am relatively none dangerous. As none dangerous as a school with firebreathing humans can be" a small joke, but he suddenly did seem uncomfortable. There was clearly more to the story.

Professor X has posed:
     Charles simply remains silent, his eyes falling upon Kid as he tells the Professor if he could stay there. "Are you a mutant? The school is really for mutants or mutant childrenn, who couldn't fit in anywhere else. Though I would consider allowing you to stay here as a personal safety reason. But...there is more to the story."

     Charles says with a small smile, clearly intrigued.

Kid has posed:
Kid signs "No. yes?" a pauses in his signing "Well, from what I been able to find out - the powers I do have, shouldn't have developed untill much latter in my life." he shrugs. The small factoid that may not have come to light yet, is the fact those of Gorilla City are inherently telepathic later in life. "Otherwise...I was genetically altered to have a signifcantly expanded diet" if his green skin and golden fur on his back was any indicator of being genitically different

A pause, a long one. He shrugs with the indifference of a teen before saying "If it is personal safety only, than guess their ain't no reason for you to keep me around. Ain't like I haven't been able to hide for the past year." a breath as he closes his eyes but continues to sign "It is a bit of a long story...and I am worried about what you might think at the end of it.." a pause "Promise not to judge untill the end?"

Professor X has posed:
     Charles seems to tilt his head softly at the gorilla, before he simply nods. "Of course. I haven o reason to judge you, so I won't." a calm smile touches his features as his eyes settle on the young genetically altered ape before his eyes.

     It's clear thoug hthat Kid had the Professor's undivided attention.

Kid has posed:
Kid settles back, his sign was quick and fluid, but it didn't matter much - for his watch spoke slowly and clearly enough for any to catch "Well. i was not raised by gorillas, or by humans. when i was young, mom was caputured and killed - I was taken for experimenting. The green skin, golden fur, fact that I eat meat. All steams from their experiments. That was my life for nearly 16 years, in a tiny small cage. The only one nice to me was jaun. Which sucks even more" oh he was livid...and he glanced at the door. There a reason he doens't like closed doors.

"One of their experiments, was to try and enhance my telepathic abilities. It...technically succeded" something he didn't seem happy about "But...it expanded my diet in another way. I now need to feed on psychic energy." he looked and felt sick suddenly "One of their cruelest experiments was to starve me of psychic energy. They did...and I slowly dwindle to a beast that did nothing but hunger. Nothing else mattered. They fed me juan. Ate my best friends and the closest thing I had to a father brain"

He let the fact that he did actually eat a human, settle...granted he looked like he was about to puke. "When I came to my senses...kind of went on a murderous rampage. Got caught and caged...no more experiments like that. Regular feedings." a pause "A few years after that, I escaped during Darksieds attack on earth. I basicly taught myself from there. Had to learn alot on my own. But it didn't escape th fact I eat and NEED to eat minds...well psychic energies."

His story was choppy, likely from distress, but he wasn't lieing. "So one skill I had to pick up was hunting. I Hunt humans. And I drain them of their psychic energies - there alot more filling than less intelligent creatures." he signs. Deep breath, this wasn't easy to say, he knew how bad this can look.

"But look. Long as I stay fed, I don't go nuts. I don't even have to kill people! I basicly just put them to sleep, sometimes a few minutes, sometimes a few hours, and it only hurts if I want it to hurt. Generally doesnt" a pause "Granted if someone is trying to shoot me for now reason, I am not exactly nice about feeding off them, but I still don't kill them" he signs and finally signs "Yes, I can be a danger. But I don't HAVE to be a danger" he leaves out his trouble with the law. Considering he hunts humans, it not too hard to guess he likely already does have trouble.

Professor X has posed:
     Charles looks at Kid and he seems to take a deep breath as Kid tells him that he practically ate a human being...multiple human beings. But his eyes fall upon the gorilla as he takes a deep breath then, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Listen...I know you are a kind fellow. You clearly have the ability to be extraordinarily kind but..." he takes a breath.

"I understand your dark past, we have many people who have suffered the same here. But you can't be //feeding// of of people. Especially not from the students who already wish to stay safe under this roof." he looks around then. "Are you able to...NOT feed psychically off of people? or do you need it to survive?"

Kid has posed:
Kid gets a dead pan expression as he signs "Yes I need to feed of psychic energy. what part of 'Long as I stay fed, I don't go nuts' didn't you get" he seemed aggressive, but it was a sensitive subject. He signs "I just told you I ate my best friend because because they starved me of psychic energy. I think that is fairly damning answer to your question." spilling his guts about that wasn't easy. "Sure, could feed off other animals. But it takes more of them. Unless your offering to let me put your horses to 'sleep'?" aka, feed off them.

His arms are crossed rather defensively, but they uncross to sign "if I didn't have too, I wouldn't. But I do" and the scary part to him is, he has gotten so used to it, he didn't even know if it really bothered him all that much.

Professor X has posed:
     Charles expression changes when Kid decides that apparently the best way to talk to Charles was to be as disrespectful as possible when he insults his intelligence and acts aggressively. With his hands clenching together a little tighter on his desk and those sharp, aged eyes narrowing, Kid will feel the vast difference in telepathic might between the two of them.

Kid would find that he was back in that exact same place where he was tortured and experimented on. THe images of himself as a beast about to consume his friend racing through his mind. Not only that, but he would also feel as if someone was practically holding his mind in a chokehold, using such things to make his body sit in the chair like a normal human being, constricting him as if Charles might put him through the exact same thing all over again....not only that....but to Kid it would also feel like EVERYTHING was going HAYWIRE. Until the LOUD voice of "Watch."

It grew worse. "Your." and worse. Until eventually it would all just....stop. Kid would have full functionality, he was back in Charles's office, with Kid still perched on the chair like nothing had even happened.

"Tone with me young man." Charles speaks normally again. "I already knew. It was simply better for you to understand your own actions by using your own voice....and it would do you well to speak respectfully to the man who's roof you happen to be under." Charles spoke this time...with the discipline in his voice. Like a father backhanding his child because said child decided to mouth off. But then provided a lesson and a hug afterwards. Tough love.

Before Charles sighs. "I'm sorry, but I will not allow you to become a student until or unless you can manage to keep your mind in place without feeding on the minds of those around you. It's not what we do here and not something we will support. We have people who can help, such as Jean Grey, you to recover from your trauma and your apparent need on psychic energy...but until then, you are only allowed to visit." Charles states clearly.

Kid has posed:
For most people, such an experince may have been humbling...not so much on Kid. it was near rage inducing, the line between beast and humanity thinning, as he visibly snarls, his eyes narrow in on Charles. He didn't know the man, didn't know what he was like. The difference between tough love and torture was unapparent to Kid. seeing those memories, being back in that place. He gets up abruptly, he regarded Charles with that same angery, pain, and distrust he regarded the very people who locked him up there.

His illusion comes back up, but it was 'shaggy' dishelved...almost as if to ward people away from him now. A reflection of his feelings...feelings he couldn't even trust. "Should have known better." he signs. He felt it, felt he should have stayed quiet. It never ends well. He hated it, hated feeling trapped by something he can't control.

He doubts being allowed to visit was even true. An invite with no weight. He knows humans do that, say one thing and mean something else. But he stops at the door and signs one last thing "...sorry if your students even meet me on a hunting day, I can't afford to be picky...but they won't be hurt" it was earnest like everything else. It wasn't a threat, or a warning, but a true apology. He wasn't going to revert to a mindless beast, not if he can help it, and can't afford to stay near where he wasn't wanted.

And with that he strides away unless he is stopped for whatever reason. Perhaps he'll visit again...mabey not, who can say.