bodilesswarrior | 20 - Audio - First Day of the Flood

20 - Audio - First Day of the Flood

[She has dreams, sometimes, of screeching laughter becoming ragged screams, of cold steel turning hot in her hands, of golden symbols draped in blood.

They don't follow her into the waking world; she opens her eyes and feels empty and bitter. She doesn't yearn to rend and tear, to feel life pour into her hands.

Today is different, and it only gets worse. Her heart is crowded with emotions that aren't her own, and slowly, the whispers in her head become distinct.

When she finally reaches for help, her voice is hoarse and heavy.]

[Private to Charles]

It's gotten very loud in my head.

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[He responds immediately when he gets the message, and if he's particularly disturbed by the new things he's woken up with, he buries it quickly to help.]

It might be easier if we do this in person. [Can he come find you. :V]

[She nods, rubbing at her eyes.]

506.

[And Charles doesn't waste any time in coming to find her, but instead of knocking on the door or announcing himself, he carefully reaches out and opens it. Without touching it.

So that's fun and new.

As is his red hair and weirdly dark wardrobe. He's wearing dark gray slacks and what looks like turtleneck of Erik's that's been left behind, so that's. Cool...?]

I'm going to try to erect some temporary shields to quiet the noise a bit. Is that alright?

[Barbara is sitting on the little sofa next to her desk, hands clasped tight in her lap. Her head jerks up when Charles open the door, and then she just stares for a second.

Then she laughs, low and rough.]

That's not a fair trade at all.

[He tries to smile, but it comes out as more of a grimace. No, it's not fair by a long shot.]

I know. I wouldn't wish the early stages of adjustment on anyone. [It's easy to feel yourself getting lost, to feel confused and overwhelmed by the presence of so many thoughts almost to the point of where you're not sure where one ends and another begins, or where you fit into all of this.

He tries to erect a sort of barricade around her mind for the time being, and this is so much easier to do with his telepathy than it had been when he and Erik had swapped powers.]

Better?

[She can't help the sigh of relief, and that's all right; she doesn't mind, so much, being vulnerable in front of Charles.]

Much. Thank you.

[Part of her, still, wants to lash against the sudden barrier; she ignores it.]

[Well. That's strange, but Charles is more or less assuming this flood is going to be a very mixed bag in terms of how people are actually reacting to it.]

You're welcome. I'm going to show you how to build some shields of your own, alright? It's a lot easier to explain telepathically than verbally.

[Her nod is slow, as she considers. He must have felt it, and he's going to go deeper in, isn't he?]

There's something - I'm not sure what it is, or where it came from. But it makes me want to just - tear everything apart.

Well, I've been vaguely uneasy around enclosed spaces since I woke up this morning, so I'd assume it's something from the flood. [And he's guessing that's probably from Alex.]

Are you ready?

[She stares at her hands, for a moment, itching to rend and tear, before she nods.]

Yeah.

[He's not especially concerned by the new impulses. He's still the more experienced telepath, and if he wanted to, he could knock her unconscious or at least keep her from harming him, or anyone else. This is fine.

He carefully projects the information, illustrates how to build one up and ease it away. Erik had been able to work it out like this before, so he's fairly certain that she'll be able to catch on as quickly even if she's not a mutant. She is, after all, extremely smart on her own.]

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