A whole new package (Xavier, Open)

The middle of the night usually found Charles Xavier somewhere between sleep and more alive than ever. For you see, when you are the world's most powerful telepath, your mind never really sleeps. While Xavier's body was left to rest, his mind went out to play. The barriers a telepath must keep up unless they want every single idiotic/genius thought that passed through everyone's mind pounding in your skull were draining to say the least. So as the body rested, the mind choose to drop its constraints but the only way to do that and achieve sanity was for body and mind to go their seperate ways.

Xavier floated above the school in his astral form, checking on his students and then expanded into the town. It was there that he found the situation at hand. For the moment, he did not know the association of the young man. But that didn't matter on hand. What mattered was defusing this situation.

The best way to go about that was to convince the drunken man of what lay in store for him if he continued. Most thought nothing of the consequences of their actions... until their actions were done, then compounded the problem by trying to get away with it. Some did, Xavier knew... he had seen it just like this now, but there was nothing he could do. He was not meant to be anyone's judge or executioner. That's what Erik could never accept... why Xavier didn't use his mind's eye to sort the 'wicked' from this world. Because if he did, he would be one of the wicked as well, Xavier reasoned.

He touched the drunk's mind. He showed him the guilt, the cost in years behind bars, missing out on his own children's growth into adults. The birthdays, the graduations, the weddings, seeing his grandchildren through prison visiting glass... Xavier's mind spoke to the man, *is this worth it?*

Xavier released the man's mind as he became a bit more reflective on his decisions. A good thing, in his mind. Perhaps he would keep those thoughts in mind before acting again. Xavier had his doubts. He turned his attention to the target. He was at the foyer door attempting to open it.

Then Xavier saw something interesting. He saw the young man sketch a lockpick and summon it into reality. So he was a mutant. Reality manipulation, based on the performance. Hmm... Xavier would have to return to his body it seemed. The night's walk was over.

*Hello there young man,* Xavier's voice boomed into his mind. *Once you have that door open, wait in the foyer, I will be down in a few. My name is Charles Xavier... and I would like to meet you Lucien.*

With that, Xavier's eyes opened and he rose from his bed on his arms and worked his way over into the wheelchair beside the bed. He pulled on his robe and headed down to the parlor. "Never a quiet night..."

Xavier had come down the elevator and arrived in the parlor. He rolled into the room in his wheelchair and stopped in the middle of the room. He smiled to the young man who was collapsed into the furniture and smoothed out the blanket over his lap. "Actually that is the point of this meeting." He smiled. "I can forgive the fact that you didn't note the nature of the building considering the circumstances."

"This place is my school for young men and women such as yourself." He completed the conversation mentally, *mutants.* He smirked. "I am also a client." He turned around and headed towards his office. "Follow me Lucien." He smirked. "Let's see if we can find a room to accomodate you."

He headed into his office the east wing and slipped into the room filled with old wood furniture and a huge window that looked onto the grounds behind the desk. He looked through his cabinet and pulled out a key with a number on it. "Here you go Lucien. For the moment you are free of a room-mate though I will be attending to that soon. Is there anything I can for you right now?"