<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/uploads/patrick-stewart-professor-xavier-x-men.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Professor Charles Xavier<br/><strong>Location:</strong>A Classroom<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 2nd Mid Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Chamber, Songbird, Hourglass<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Teaching<br/><hr/><br/>Charles remained quiet as he watched them all take their cards and begin their own personal efforts at defending their minds. This time he would go to each person as an individual, and limit his own power a great deal. As soon as they all seemed ready he nodded.<br/><br/><strong>"This time I will enter each of your minds one by one. I will then use the closest approximation of a far weaker telepath, so that your defences will at least slow me." <br/></strong><br/>First he focused on Tess, closing his eyes he felt her mind. She was anxious, and scared, and he felt a little saddened that he was partially responsible for that. But she would come through this stronger and more confident of her self than she had been. He initially sought out the card, but her mind was a little scattered. The anxiety was working somewhat to her advantage. That and the fact she was rapidly flickering through thoughts of the cat. The more twists and turns her mind took the more images and ideas were thrown at him as he searched. She would feel him witnessing her ideas about the cat, and he made sure she could at least somewhat sense his presence, albeit a less overwhelming one than earlier. He then searched through her recent memories, focusing hard on the cards themselves. The shuffling was dragged up to the top, causing her to briefly remember it too, before it flashed forward to the card itself.<br/><br/><strong>"Tess, three of diamonds. Excellent job, thinking quickly or deeply are your best options. The more you can throw at me the more I am forced to sift through."<br/></strong><br/>Next he turned to Allison and witnessed her mind. She seemed upset, hurt. He would be very cautious about prying into the exact source of this upset. As he initially wandered a little he felt her pain and sadness well up. For a second his progress was halted and he was forced to steady himself. It was similar to teetering on a cliff edge, the feeling of being before such a deep well of emotion. In order to avoid prying he pushed himself a little and avoided the edge. He managed to free himself from the deeper past and focus on more recent memories, quickly finding the cards themselves. Her utilisation of her power came quickly, too, but he skipped over that and drew the card to the surface.<br/><br/><strong>"Allison, Jack of Clubs. Very well done. Be careful what you draw on though, as in an effort to distract them you may show them other things you need to hide."<br/></strong><br/>Finally he moved to Jonothon. The only other telepath, but one with so little experience in this particular field that it didn't particularly change much. Jonothon had made a slightly different decision, and seemed to have set his mind wandering and racing before looking at the card itself. Thereby managing to shuffle the memory of the card into the deck of his other recent memories. Charles was virtually bombarded by the rapid thought process, and briefly had to push himself just to extract his mind from the cycle. Instead he turned the train of thought on its head, following the connections and patterns back through Jonothon's memory until he was eventually at the cards once again.<br/><br/><strong>"And finally, Jonothon, King of Hearts. All of you have done an incredible job of defending your minds. Each one found a way to make me push my power a little, and successfully kept your mind from the secret. You already have enough of a gift to challenge a weaker telepath. What's next is steeling your resolve and focus, training so that you find a technique to shield your mind from stronger telepathy. Before we get into refining things, would anyone like to ask any questions?"</strong>