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Metronome - what would you like to happen to your character? XD (Aren't I nice?)

Bear in mind, it would be handy if that involved us all staying or combining into a group where we can all still continue interacting with one another.
He was here.

That was all Sophie could think about. The Charles Xavier that she had read countless scientific journals about - the rumours that he had a mutation of his own, that he was somehow involved in the Cuban missile crisis, that he had his own school for mutant kids... - she had no idea whether any of it was true, but maybe she was about to find out. She'd done her research - when didn't she? - and after weeks of looking, she had finally tracked down the elusive Professor. Now, she was about to unravel to key to the mystery that had been puzzling her for year; chiefly, how exactly had she escaped that car crash?

She marched down the corridor, glancing up at the sign hung above the large double-doorway. It read 'Library'. That's where the random person knocking around the area had said the professor would be and then laughed, muttering something about how he never left. She shrugged; she couldn't critise him, considering that's exactly what she usually spent half of her time doing.

She pushed open the door and straightened the collar of her jacket. She had to look like she was there on official business, otherwise how did she expect Mr Xavier to take her seriously. The silence was unnerving and her eyes dragged across the numerous stacks of colourful books on every imaginable topic. She found herself scanning and memorising the titles that sounded the most interesting - perhaps they could help supplement her own research. She edged around the bookcase and nearly collided with a young man...in a wheelchair. She blushed and steadied herself on a nearby bookshelf, which wobbled unsteadily under her weight. She quickly retracted her hand and instead held it out to the blue-eyed man to shake.

"I'm so sorry, sir," she scrambled to apologise for her clumsiness and then did a double take, as something occurred to her.

Wait...was this the Charles Xavier she had been after?
Sophie Ann Peterson


Sophie Ann was a governmental adviser, who had always dreamed of having a job high up in society - however, after observing many corrupt politicians and the treachery of tactical politics, she quit and has now taken on a more low-key job for a private company. She is very academically bright - particularly in biochemistry - and has won many awards in her field, leading many different research teams in various scientific pursuits. She lives alone, in a small flat, with a dog called Herbert.
Soon after quitting, she was involved in a car accident, when she was driving her brother home from the airport for Christmas. Her brother, Vernon, was killed but she didn't even sustain a scratch. The only thing she could remember was being engulfed in a ghostly, bubble-like shield before she woke up on a hospital bed. She became recognised as a medical marvel, as no one could understand why her seat had been torn to shreds, but she (discovered sat in it) was completely fine. It was then, later that week, that she got the feeling she was being watched. She managed to shake it off for the first month or so, though. Her mind was on different things.
She began to research the topic of the abnormal - desperate to know how she survived. She didn't believe in God or some secret force; she believed everything could be explained by science. She eventually stumbled across an article on a certain Charles Xavier, who's thesis included hinted possibilities of humans possessing 'mutations'; developing abilities that normal humans may only dream of. Maybe that was the answer.
And so she decided to try and find him, and ask him herself.

Sophie's mutation allows her to create physical and mental shields in self defence, when she is being attacked. Physically, this appears as a transparent bubble or wall, that can withstand immense heat, pressure and force and can encompass an individual or small group of people. Mentally, she cannot receive or project telepathic thoughts - unless she gains enough control to 'loosen' her mental shield - or be affected by an mutant's abilities that involve direct manipulation of the brain.

I will develop her personality/bio more as we go along...
....that's fine too...
....sooooooo I can just use my electrical ability to make 32 unconscious - and knock myself out, by doing so, as it would take a lot of physical exertion against such a complex machine...?
...or at least startle him enough for us to subdue him...
I'll think you'll find that 32 was actually referring to the mirror he was looking in...............XD
*cough* It's a joke...not one of my best, admittedly...:P
After a drink at the water fountain, Pen returned to her seat, rubbing her forehead. Her head was pounding as if the devil himself was knocking to see who was home. No one, apparently, for when Pen opened her textbook to try and at least seem like she was doing algebra, she found herself unable to focus. She gazed vacantly at an equation for at least a full minute, before slamming it shut again.

Mr Stanton - her stoic math teacher - strode in the room. He usually liked to see people working when he worked in the classroom, so most other students had the books open and their noses stuck in them - even if they were concealing cell phones. He frowned at Pen when he saw that she wasn't even attempting to look as though she was interested in the subject.

"Penelope Galloway? Aren't you supposed to be doing something?"

God. Why did teachers always have to refer to you by your full name?

Scowling, she flipped her textbook open once again, feeling a little dizzy. Her vision kept swimming and she struggled to even keep a grip on her pen. Man; if this was food poisoning, she had it bad. She started considering the advantages and disadvantages of going to the unsympathetic school nurse, who would probably just throw her a cold compress and start raving about how in her day kids could stand a little pain. Not the most desirable option.

Brave Dave - Pen recognised him from the field trip, surprised she remembered him - sauntered in late and though Mr Stanton paused pointedly, shooting Dave a sharp glance, he continued with his droning about how we all needed to show numbers a little more commitment. Pen supressed a snort.

She suddenly noticed Dave trying to get her attention, from where he sat. She narrowed her eyes - they never normally interacted at school. What on earth could he want? When Mr Stanton bent his head back down to his marking, she twisted in her chair, confused.

"What do you want?" she hissed, snapping a little more than she intended, her patience drained due to her pounding head and twisting stomach - she hoped she wouldn't throw up.
Dr Good was puzzled.

Enterprise Labs had seemed as baffled as him at the break in...then again, they weren't ever going to tell the truth, were they?

Hopefully Pilot - as always - would yield results.
:P lucky you - I live in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by countryside!
drallinix said
hey guys im still here ive had a hard time at work and with a girl ill have a post up soon.


Awesome! (Well, the 'hard time' bit's not awesome, but I look forward to your post!)
Nah, I haven't been that cruel.........yet........XD

Penguin said
I'll post in a couple hours I'm going to go to the beach


Wow! I wished I was near a beach right now...
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