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WHO: Charles Xavier & Annie Leonhart
WHERE: Heropa (library then elsewhere)
WHEN: Sunday, August 3rd
WHAT: Meeting to assess Annie's porter granted powers, with one hell of a psychic. Charles freaking sixties loving Xavier!
WARNINGS: None so far.

[ She doesn't know what to expect outside of possible failure. The standard story of her life doesn't need much of a refrain, but as she drowns in the heat of her hoodie, looking for a sign of Charles on the steps of the library, it lingers now.

Psychically she registers as a silence between thoughts, an almost absence. Direct psychic touch will make the smooth, crystalline structure of her mental shield apparent, reflecting back only what's tossed at it.

Nothing makes it through. Annie can no more hear telepathy than she can generate it or understand the passive, invisible protections she wears around her thoughts.

She lifts a hand in a half wave when she spies Charles, hoping Armin is not here today as she comes closer. ]

Charles? I'm Annie Leonhart.

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[ Initially Charles planned to reach out to her mind to find her—the unusual state of reflection acting as enough to alert him, although it surprises him. He's only experienced such a thing once before, although circumstances were much different and the inability to read said mind could be attributed to something much less... intriguing.

When Charles spots Annie, he smiles—waving in return. He supposes that he ought to tell her he's already made an attempt at her thoughts before he realizes that perhaps that's not the warmest or most friendly greeting; especially if he'd been successful. He makes his way over to her with a hop in his step down the stairs, nodding in her direction. ]

It's lovely to meet you, Annie. You had another location in mind, yes?

[ She nods, unaware of what he'd tried to do - looking back over her shoulder, up the street. ]

There's a small cafe a few streets away. Comfortable, attracts a varied crowd, not too busy... it's as good a place as any.

[ It's not where she needs to worry about who's close by, or what they might misconstrue this as being. ]

They have good tea.

( ooc: omg i'm so sorry for the length of time this took, i solemnly swear that those shenanigans will not occur again. it has been a very hectic week ahhh )

[ Charles nods to the suggestion, sliding one hand into his pocket as he gestured with the other in what he momentarily hoped was the right direction. The mention of tea makes him smile—almost smirk, really. Tea would be pretty excellent, given his prior attempts at finding satisfactory beverages in this world. ]

That sounds perfect. You're a tea drinker as well, then? [ it's not liquor but it does the job, man ]

( ooc: you're fine! hahaha i hope your weeks are less hectic after this! )

I might have stuck to water alone, since it's safe to drink here, but tea... is a luxury I've enjoyed.

[ Go figure. She wouldn't have considered it close to affordable back home, but here is a different matter. It's one of her few actual indulgences. ]

It's very expensive where I'm from.

[ Besides, watered down ale isn't served with meals anymore, and apparently, she's too young to drink, if she were inclined to it in the first place. Modern world, man. Backward in such weird ways. ]

Is it? [ He seems surprised by that, although he can think of times when tea was rather a luxury in places he was familiar with. He smiles somewhat, although with a momentary expression of pity. If only Charles knew, man. Tea pricing is probably not the most worrisome thing where she's from. ]

Well, I am glad it isn't here. And, ah, for what it's worth, I hope you have been enjoying your time here. As strange a thing that is to say--I myself have felt that I may as well make the most of it all.

Edited (oh god phone tags fixed for horrible typos and clarity) 2014-08-18 21:27 (UTC)

Isn't that what we're asked to do? Enjoy our time, and serve the government. Not that they enforce it... that's a kindness, on its own.

[ She gives another small shrug of her shoulders. There's... so much more to say about that, or say about her home, but Annie holds her silence. No one needs to know all these things from the start.

She's more curious about him, and what it is she asked him to meet with her for. ]

You've been telepathic your whole life?

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