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Post by Charles Xavier on Jan 19, 2013 12:40:28 GMT -5
Today Xavier's was getting an interesting addition. She was a young woman from Brittain. Highly trained, exceptionally powerful, and up until recently very profficient in her powers. But the recent emergence of telekinetic gifts, and the traumatic circumstances that had surrounded that emergence, had left her lost.
Charles Xavier had reached out to her through contacts in Brittain. He had invited her to join his school as an instructor to help younger mutants learn more about their powers and to help her develop her new ability. He hoped that he could aid her.
His car had been sent to the airport to pick her up. Xavier himself sat in his wheelchair in the atrium of the mansion. Most students would be greeted by a teacher but Xavier made a point of doing the introductions himself whenever they were greeting a potential instructor they were bringing in from the outside. His former students needed no introductions.
He wore a brown suit, white shirt with a dark blue tie, and black pants. His legs were covered in a green blanket. He smiled as he watched the car pull up the driveway. Ms. Braddock was here.
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Post by psywarrior on Jan 19, 2013 13:59:18 GMT -5
The flight from London to New York was a long one but it wasn't anything Betsy hadn't experienced before. She had packed for the long trip. She had two pairs of headphones, ear-buds that came with her iPhone 5 and a pair of plain black Beats that would cover her ears completely, and cancel most noise around her while staying at highest quality, though noise wasn't exactly a large worry when it came to the 1st class section of the plane. For the majority of the flight, the British woman simply sat there, and listened to music, eyes locked on nothing in particular as she looked out the window. Occasionally she thought of Tom, Brian and James, certain songs evoking memories and emotions, that she didn't and wouldn't let show. Their landing was smooth and safe and soon she was walking through the airport, her classic black, calfskin Saint Laurent women's derby lace up boot with leather soles making little to no noise as she moved through the airport drawing eyes and attention as she waited for her three duffle-bags, and two suitcases to show up. Grabbing them the moment she spotted them, she accepted the "gracious" offers of two ridiculously handsome, frat-looking boys who most likely were just getting back from trips home for the holidays. She smiled and chatted freely with them as they walked her to her driver, no doubt in her mind that the two college students and her driver recognized her from billboards and magazines. Slipping into the car, the purple-haired, and light-violet-blue-eyed beauty sat in the back as the driver led them away from the airport. Crossing her legs, the long, toned limbs clad in oxblood red leather jeans that accentuated her legs and the curve of her buttox. On top she wore a white long-sleeve, ruffle-front chiffon blouse made of 100% silk that went nicely with her bottoms and her shoes. She set the oxblood tote bag that she had carried with her onto the plane on the ground of the car as she texted away, having received a bunch of texts after her turning off airplane mode. Pulling her hair to the side and over her shoulder, she slipped her hand into her tote and grabbed a black beanie and a pair of Ray-Bans that she'd bought last time she was here. putting them both on as the car exited NYC and quickly became the small suburb where the Institute was located. She switched her headphones to earbuds and continued listening until they pulled up to the gate. Betsy took a deep breath as she collected herself and her thoughts. Checking that her beanie was on right, the slouchie beanie slouching just right on her wavy, purple-haired scalp, Betsy smiled her devilish, charming smile. Slipping her phone, earbuds and wallet into her bag, Betsy couldn't help but wonder if her two cars had gotten her from Cali yet. She had the original set of keys for both in her bag and wanted to check them out and make sure everything was running well as soon as she settled down. Flashing a dazzling smile of gratitude at the driver as he opened her door and offered her a hand, she took it and slid out of the car with ease and a fluid grace. She smiled as she spotted the man known as Charles Xavier. She'd heard stories about the most powerful telepath in the world but she never would've guessed he would've been look so warm and welcoming, though there was no doubt in her mind that it was him; all the ambient psionic energy around him showed his telepathic strength. All that power in such a unthreatening form, though technically one could say the same of her. Walking over to him with an air off confidence and sensual grace, Betsy smiled as she neared him. Once she was within a comfortable distance, she stopped and smiled outstretching her hand. "Lady Elizabeth Braddock the Second at your service. Heiress, telepath, model and pilot extraordinaire."Outfit |
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Post by Charles Xavier on Jan 20, 2013 13:44:03 GMT -5
Xavier was first meeting Betsy Braddock. He of course had 'felt' her everytime he plugged into Cerebro, but this was the first time he was seeing her face to face. She was a remarkable woman and he hoped that she found this place to be a comfortable retreat from her stressful situation back in England. And he knew that was putting it mildly.
He had moved to the porch once the car arrived and waited for her at the doorway. "Good day Lady Braddock." He took her hand and gave her a warm shake and warm smile. "I am Professor Charles Xavier. Welcome to my school and home."
With the greetings done, he turned to other matters. "How was the flight in from England Miss Braddock?" He asked as he turned his chair around and headed into the mansion. He turned into the east wing of the school. "The mansion was my family's home since the late 19th century. The area itself, even longer. I have been in the process of renoviating it into a school for the last twenty years. The ground floor comprises the commons, the faculty offices, and the classrooms. Floors two and three are where the living accomodations are."
He arrived at an elevator door and used a key to open it. "For my convenience. My office is right there," he pointed to a door across the hallway, "and my bedroom is just outside the elevator on the second floor." He rolled into the elevator and invited her forward.
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