<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/uploads/patrick-stewart-professor-xavier-x-men.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Charles Xavier<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Common Room, heading out into the grounds.<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 1, 7:30am<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jean Grey<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Talking with Jean<br/><hr/><br/>"Jean."<br/><br/>Charles didn't need a single power to tell exactly what was going through her mind as she watched the footage. Even he felt a well of anger and pity at the dark scenes. But his convictions remained absolute, and he needed her to understand why things had to be this way. He quietly approached her, stopping and looking into her eyes with a fairly serious expression. This time his voice was not out loud, but spoke to her mind instead.<br/><br/><em>"Jean, we need to talk. Come take a walk with me."</em><br/><br/>His tone was firm, but polite and certainly not angry. It was a blessing that the two could speak so easily without the world around them knowing a thing. He hoped she'd be happy to head outside in the refreshing morning air with him for a little, and even more he hoped that she'd listen to him. She was a good person, and he knew she'd understand. But her fiery passion was dangerous. In some ways her determination to see mutants treated right reminded him of his dear old friend. It gave him hope, but scared him at the same time. Seeing another person who cared so much that they could not back down from a cause push themselves too far was his nightmare. Inside her mind once again, his voice spoke out.<br/><br/><em>"I know it angers you. It angers me, too. There is nothing I cannot bear more than to see anyone, human or mutant, treated like that. But we cannot fight fire with fire. It will only escalate the situation. You know as clearly as I do that Erik's path only hurts everyone in the end, and I refuse to believe you could support a road to war. The darkness out there is the moment before a dawn, and we will find a way to bring out that light." </em><br/><br/>His speech was a little stereotypical and cliche, perhaps, but he believed in every word he spoke. As he talked he made his way to the nearest door, glancing at Jean and giving a slight nod at her to open it. Considering her particular gifts he expected it'd be wide open before he even reached it. Regardless, he smiled as he reached the cool outdoors air. The soft morning light gave a glow to the dewy grass out on the lawns, and the breeze was gentle and calming. This tranquility was the world to Charles, and he couldn't help smiling a little. He was worried Jean would be angry with him, but he could understand it if she was.<br/><br/><div align="center">Scene Continues Here (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=262268.0)</div>