<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/b3795dc883141e14a32d51eaea8a21c3/tumblr_msnglapUzZ1ri7sbzo1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Songbird<br/><strong>Location:</strong>A Classroom<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 2nd Mid Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Charles Xavier, Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Waiting<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/42/cf/3f/42cf3f3e04c715819c535dbe91bfd0e0.jpg)</div></div><br/><strong>Listening to:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Bump of Chicken. Hello World</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rOU4YiuaxAM</div></div><hr/><br/>Alison smiled as she shuffled her set just one more time as she looked over at the professor. She drew a card, looking at it intently, and then thought "Ace of spades" Over and over and over again. She had read professor Bradley's thoughts on mental defence, on how he had put up strong enough mental defences to keep charles out, by using his mutation to literally overwhelm the other with new concepts. He had theorized that one could create a solid defence by thinking of a clearly defined thing, preferably something one had worked through mentally, that couldn't be used to hurt the defender. Alison wondered if she should test this, but decided against it, instead focussing on the card she had drawn. She looked over at the Professor, smiling gently as she set about shuffling the rest of the deck again, thoughtlessly, the motions being muscle memory.