X-Men: American Civil War - Mutant Studies Classes
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				Title: <strong>X-Men: American Civil War - Mutant Studies Classes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>26-01-2017, 12:25:38</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>X-Men: American Civil War - Mutant Studies Classes </strong></span></span></div><br><div align="center">(http://static.zerochan.net/X-Men.full.1605385.jpg)</div><br>These classes are dedicated to the study and understanding of mutant abilities. They are theoretical in nature and can help students to grasp how their abilities truly work. Students are welcome and encouraged to attend classes even for powers they do not possess, to aid in understanding their peers and dispel any fears. It is here mutants are taught about responsibility and taking care to not harm others with the power they possess. <br><br><strong>Current Time Period:</strong> Monday 15th - Sunday 21st September, 2017<br><br><strong>Post format:</strong><br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://placeholdit.imgix.net/~text?txtsize=14&amp;txt=150%C3%97200&amp;w=150&amp;h=200)</div><strong>Name:</strong> (Either 'Superhero' name or human name, up to you)<br><strong>Location:</strong> (Where are they?)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> (At least the date, preferably a rough time of day too)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> (What characters are you speaking with or mentioning)<br><strong>Content:</strong> (What's happening? Use this to include any warnings for touchy/sensitive subjects please. 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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mutant Studies Classes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>29-01-2017, 04:58:13</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1314.photobucket.com/albums/t576/croweshadow/Misc/b725c53d3c64e6829f97465579ec0681_zpspymfytmz.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jean Grey<br><strong>Location:</strong> classroom<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 2, evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> David (Legion)<br><strong>Content:</strong> card game<br><hr><br>It was still light outside when the game started. David, also known as Legion, asked for an innocent game of cards. Of course, it was anything but an innocent invitation—it was a declaration of war. A mental gauntlet being thrown at her. Jean Grey already knew it was coming, not because she is a powerful telepath, but because she managed to outwit him at their last game and she knew it wouldn’t be long before he sought a rematch. The game started simple enough, and as usual the longer they played the higher the stakes. It was all friendly competition, and Jean wondered if this is how Xavier and Magneto felt when they faced against each other in their younger days.<br><br>At the moment, it was already dark outside and the game had reached a stalemate. It was time for a tie-breaker. Part of Jean wanted to concede and let David get the win. It would certainly boost his confidence. But no, he would not want a victory that was handed to him, so she had to press harder. Chances were he could still win anyway. He had grown better at figuring out her tells lately. She had known him for a long time and he was very much family at this point. Yet each interaction with him was always different. That could be because his mind was splintered into several personalities, after all. <br><br>Jean smiled fondly at him as she could tell he was getting preoccupied with the others inside his head. She could hear Luke’s shout-out, but by this point Jean had learned the hard way not to trust Luke very much. He was always trying to cause some kind of trouble and get her attention. Facing Legion always felt like taking on a dozen opponents at once. Taxing, but rewarding when she managed to keep herself in control long enough to get the upper hand. <br><br><strong>“You shouldn’t lose your focus, David.”</strong> Jean smiled as she spoke for the first time in a while. <strong>“How about I ask if you have any…”</strong> She tried combing through his mind for any tell, but it was like trying to pick a quarter in a barrel full of nickels, <strong>“Aces.”</strong> She hoped to complete her set, but he had already gotten the Queens and tens, and if he had the Kings—which she suspected he had at least two--it could spell trouble. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mutant Studies Classes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>30-01-2017, 02:56:37</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1314.photobucket.com/albums/t576/croweshadow/Misc/b725c53d3c64e6829f97465579ec0681_zpspymfytmz.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jean Grey<br><strong>Location:</strong> classroom<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 2, evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> David (Legion)<br><strong>Content:</strong> card game<br><hr><br>Jean could tell David had something up his sleeve. He had done well this time. Using subterfuge to back up his bluff. He had pretended to hide that ace so much that it made her curious to go after it. It worked, but she still managed to get another turn. The game had definitely reached a climactic point and the next few moves would decide a victor. To someone watching from outside it seemed like a quiet game, not knowing the small war that was going on in their minds. <br><br>It was her turn next, but Jean could tell there was a shift in David’s mind. He was blocking her view, but she could still feel the change. Now it all depended on whether she could see through it. She shifted in her seat a little bit as she made her next choice. It was getting late and she hoped to get this game finished. <br><br>Jean tried to make an unexpected choice and throw him off, but it seemed this time he had prepared for that. She got through his psychic defenses and in her mind’s eye saw a scramble of information. It was a deliberate attempt to confuse her, but it worked this time. For the first time in this game, she had to make an actual guess. <em>“Well played…”</em> She thought. <strong>“Do you have any…threes?”</strong> She asked and waited for his response. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mutant Studies Classes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>02-02-2017, 02:02:59</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1314.photobucket.com/albums/t576/croweshadow/Misc/b725c53d3c64e6829f97465579ec0681_zpspymfytmz.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jean Grey<br><strong>Location:</strong> classroom<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept 2, evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> David (Legion)<br><strong>Content:</strong> card game<br><hr><br>Jean smiled as she realized he had taken an advantage this round. <strong>“I see you’re determined this time.”</strong> She spoke instead of thinking into his mind, as both of them were still entangled in a tug-of-war for dominance. Still, she had to be careful. It wasn’t just a matter of pouring all of her power to repel his. For Jean Grey, it was also a struggle to keep herself from lashing out and going too far with it. If she somehow slipped, her powers could flow through her telekinesis and soon she’d have all the chairs in the room swirling like a tornado. That, or she could inadvertently hurt him. Charles once said that her passion could be a source of strength or it could be what destroyed her. She did not want to find which today. Already she could tell the kind of headache she’d have later. <br><br>Soon enough the bell rang and Jean put down her card. <strong>“To be continued.”</strong> She said with a light smirk, shutting down the psionic field between the two of them. <strong>“At this rate, I think we missed supper.”</strong> She said as she stood up. <strong>“You’re getting better at managing your other personalities, David.”</strong> She said as she picked up the box of leftover food and put it in the trash bin. She was not using her telekinesis because she had pretty much exhausted her powers for the evening. David was a very competent opponent. She only hoped that he could hold himself in check as well. Power like his could be devastating without control. <strong>“I’m very proud of you in your progress.”</strong> Positive affirmation was always a good thing, although she wasn't just being kind--she meant it. She also had enough respect for him to be straight forward with him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mutant Studies Classes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>07-02-2017, 12:59:40</strong>
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				<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> OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Charles is waiting for students to arrive<br><hr><br>Charles waited patiently in the classroom for three o'clock to roll around. He had been well prepared for the past twenty minutes, and seen fit to just rest until his students arrived. He wasn't sure of exactly what numbers he would get, but at least a reasonable handful of students would be nice. After all, learning to defend themselves against the dangers of telepaths was vital. He knew full well that at least a handful of the Brotherhood were more than capable of telepathy and could easily prove lethal to anyone unaware of its lethal effects. <br><br>The classroom was particularly basic in layout today. The desks were cleared away, and he had pulled up a handful of reasonably comfortable chairs directly opposite his own desk. No need for anything too official for this, it would be closer to a talk than a lesson. What he was teaching couldn't particularly be noted down or studied without his help. Focusing on actually experiencing a mind entering their own was the only real way for a student to prepare to defend against it. Of course it was almost impossible to resist a truly powerful telepath for the non-telepaths attending, but some minor struggle was at least better than nothing. <br><br>This first lesson of the term would be focused on the real basics. An understanding of the vulnerability of an unaware mind to telepaths was the primary aim for this first lesson. Any student who hoped to&nbsp; be a field operative would absolutely have to possess that knowledge. An unguarded mind around certain members of the Brotherhood could be as much of a liability as any help. So, for those students comfortable he would allow them to feel the presence of his mind in theirs, and perhaps snatch a piece of information he asked them to focus on. It was for this purpose that he had a pack of cards laid on the floor beside each of the students chairs. They could pick one, so as to have a harmless secret to try to contain within their mind. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mutant Studies Classes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wajin</strong> on <strong>07-02-2017, 15:22:01</strong>
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				<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> Just arriving<br><strong>Wearing:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">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 onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Bump of Chicken. Hello World</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rOU4YiuaxAM</div></div><hr><br>Alison was the first to arrive, walking into the classroom, curtsying politely to the Professor, a smile appearing for a brief moment as she looked open the Professor. She sat down, not turning off the music just yet. She knew the Professor would voice his displeasure with her choice in his mind if it really bothered him. She rocked back and forth with the music, gazing at him, though her mind was elsewhere. She glowed ever so slightly, content with her situation right now. The glow took a reddish colour, not out of malice or anger, but just because she loved the colour. <br><br>She didn't pay much attention to the classroom, she had been in this very room so, so many times before. However something caught her eye today. On the window sill, having jumped in through the open window sat a cat, mesmerized by her display of light. This caused a genuine giggle to leave her lips as she rose from her seat, moving over, petting the cat "Do you know where this little guy came from Professor? I don't remember anyone in the Mansion keeping a cat. He doesn't have a collar, but he seems calm around people" she said, scratching the cat behind its ears, causing it to purr
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mutant Studies Classes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasquatch421</strong> on <strong>08-02-2017, 14:55:19</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/27/Chamber2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jonothon Starsmore/ Chamber<br><strong>Location:</strong> A Classroom<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 2nd Mid Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charles Xavier<br><strong>Content:</strong> Arriving<br><hr><br>Why did he decide on this again? Jono then remembered that it was simply curiosity if perhaps he could find out more. He doubted that the telepathy he used would ever evolve to the levels of Jean or Charles. However it was just fine with him as just using it to speak was something simple... Seeing other peoples thoughts? Nah... Not for him, but perhaps there would be other things that he could discover. Chamber was experimenting with the limited illusions and well he kinda sucked in that department... Still the open door of the classroom beckoned to the British born mutant for now...<br><br>Jonothon might not have been the first to arrive thank god, but it appeared the girl was talking about some cat. At least he got a pick of the chairs though and naturally Jono took the one furthest from the door. He had almost moved it away from the others, but Jono had been told by some of the other teachers to leave the furniture in place before. He would just have to suck it up... The deck of cards got an amused glance as Jono could guess what they would be for. Finally he looked over to the Professor his mental voice projecting out in its accent, "Good afternoon Professor..." <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mutant Studies Classes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>08-02-2017, 23:30:35</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/244/2/d/laura_pol_paint_by_patricia_crvl-d7xjoof.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br><strong>Location:</strong> A Classroom<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Mid-Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charles Xavier, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Arriving<br><hr><br>Tess entered the classroom, quietly, and stopped in the doorway as she looked at the small group of people in the room. Taking a step or two back, she made sure she had the right room before re-entering without a word. She gave Professor Xavier a slight nod before walking up to one of the chairs and sitting down with her feet apart and her knees pressed together. She wore a black <strong>sweater</strong> (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/d8/55/14/d85514ea29c4b1e35f0c623432af89b4.jpg), dark blue skinny jeans, a pair of dirty old Converse sneakers, and pair of black finger-less gloves. Her black side-swept bangs hid the majority of the right side of her face, including one of her blue-gray eyes.<br><br>Sitting in silence, her left leg bounced, impatiently, hoping this class would begin soon. Her eyes fixated on a spot on the floor where it looked like something had dripped. It looked like a simple water droplet, but she stayed fixated on it, not bothering to look around the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mutant Studies Classes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>10-02-2017, 14:18:59</strong>
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				<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> OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Charles is waiting for students to arrive<br><hr><br>Charles quietly gave smiles and nods of acknowledgement to each of his students as they arrived. They were all polite enough, and he didn't ever expect perfect manners. He smiled a little wider at Alison's curiosity about the cat. He wasn't entirely sure where it might have came from, but cats were gifted at getting just about anywhere.<br><br><strong>"I'm afraid I don't, no. He does seem very sweet though."</strong><br><br>He was pleased that Jono managed to restrain himself from dragging his chair away to a corner of the room. That was at least some form of progress from him. The projected voice was clear, and even had a clear accent. He responded telepathically, silently responding to Jono. <br><br><em>"Good afternoon, Jono"</em><br><br>When the third student arrived he waited for a brief moment before smiling, looking around and deciding it was time to begin getting things underway. No sense in waiting for half the school to arrive, after all. <br><br><strong>"All right, students, I think it's time for us to begin our lesson. Today we're going to be studying beginner telepathic defense. I'm sure most of you have little to no experience defending your minds from a real telepathic assault. But I can show you a peaceful telepathic communication."</strong><br><br>Charles finished speaking out loud and transitioned to telepathic communication. His voice clearly projected itself into the students minds.<br><br><em>"Now you can hear me speak within your minds. Jono, you will know a reasonable amount about projecting your voice. But a more malicious telepath is easily capable of causing a great deal of harm to your mind without any defense if you cannot feel it happen. For this reason it is vital that you are aware of your thoughts and actions, and can learn to at least try and resist it should a telepath attempt to alter them. Before we fully begin, who has initial questions?"</em><br><br>Charles sat back and prepared to field any preliminary curiosities his students might have, before he would get into challenging them to keep secrets from him. The lesson would be laid out as something of a parlor game, but in reality it was an incredibly useful method for learning to telepathically defend themselves. <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mutant Studies Classes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>10-02-2017, 17:05:26</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/244/2/d/laura_pol_paint_by_patricia_crvl-d7xjoof.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br><strong>Location:</strong> A Classroom<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Mid-Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charles Xavier, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Class<br><hr><br>Tess reluctantly lifted her eyes from the floor to look at Professor Xavier as he spoke. Her leg stopped bouncing and she sat up a little bit straighter after noticing she had slouched down in her seat, slightly. When he began to telepathically communicate, though, her eyes darted away from him and she glanced back towards to door, feeling a little uncomfortable having someone in her mind. It was something she had never felt prior to coming to this school, so it was going to take some getting used to.<br><br>After he had finished speaking, Tess raised her hand, causing the bottom of her sweater to lift up enough to expose a bit of her midriff. She blushed and slowly lowered her hand, not sure if it was necessary since there were only three people attending this class. <strong>"I have a question,"</strong> she began softly, not being one who normally projected her voice. <strong>"When it comes to telepathy, what kinds of things could you find out from someone? Like, do you just get their current thoughts and their fears or can you see their memories as well?"</strong> she asked, her eyes focused on the professor's desk instead of him. <strong>"I'm sorry if that's a stupid question. I just don't know anything about this at all."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mutant Studies Classes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wajin</strong> on <strong>16-02-2017, 09:45:01</strong>
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				<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 onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">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 onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Bump of Chicken. Hello World</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rOU4YiuaxAM</div></div><hr><br>Alison smiled softly at the professor, giggling a little at his comment, petting the cat some more, stroking its furry head, smiling as the little thing began purring. Alison got up to move back to her seat, yet instead of remaining on the window sill, the cat followed her, even as she sat down, it sat down by her feet "I think he likes me professor" she said with a soft smile, petting the cat before taking a look at the deck of cards laid out before her. She split the deck in two and started shuffling them in a myriad of different ways till she was finally satisfied, putting the deck down on the table. She nodded approvingly as the Professor spoke again. She saw Tess was it? asking the Professor a question, Alison was about to interrupt, having read up on practically all the mutant related literature she could find, but stopped, realizing that the Professor might want to explain it himself. She just hoped he hadn't sensed anything from her, she was feeling nervous enough as it was. The thought of having someone poke through her thoughts wasn't exactly a pleasing one, though she had spoken to the professor telepathically before, one night she'd had particularly harsh nightmares and had woken practically the whole school by shoot a cartoon wrecking ball sized Dazzler out of the window as she woke with a start, the dazzler acting like a miniature sun, blasting the school with light 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mutant Studies Classes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasquatch421</strong> on <strong>20-02-2017, 01:59:26</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/27/Chamber2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jonothon Starsmore/ Chamber<br><strong>Location:</strong> A Classroom<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 2nd Mid Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charles Xavier<br><strong>Content:</strong> Class <br><hr><br>It turned out that Jono wasn't the last one after all, but only three of them? He would have thought more of the students would be curious enough to at least give it a try. His eyes pulled from the newest arrival as Xavier greeted him. The muscles of Jono's cheeks twitched as if he were attempting to give a smile at least. However it was tough to smile when one was missing their lower jaw. The most the attempted gesture gained was revealing more of his burns as the black leather wrapped about the ruins of his face slipped. A hand spared a moment to lift the bandages back into place. The movement stirred enough to allow a small curl of flame to reach out and caress his cheek.<br><br>The girl that had been in the room before him was still fixated on the cat. Chamber wondered briefly about possibly intro.... Nah, it be a waste of time... It's only a classroom setting and they probably wouldn't care enough to even remember his. Only time would tell... Plus class was starting...<br><br>It was only a small moment of speech before the Professors voice shifted back into his mind. Jono did find some humor in that this might be the quietest class ever which was an interesting thought. It wasn't long before the shy girl asked a question, and Jonothon could see the other girl act as if she were about to interrupt, but appeared to let Xavier be able to answer it. His eyes shifted back... Of course Jono knew some of what he might be capable of if he wasn't a broken shell of a mutant. Still maybe? No real questions came to him to ask so he just leaned back as silent as ever while watching the others.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mutant Studies Classes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>21-02-2017, 21:20:34</strong>
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				<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> Charles is waiting for students to arrive<br><hr><br>Charles paid attention to Tess's questions and tried his best to smile. The answer was unfortunately far from what he was sure the girl hoped for. Many students here did not wish for their thoughts and secrets to be exposed, and Charles couldn't blame them.<br><br><strong>"Not a stupid question at all,&nbsp; Tess. Telepathy is highly complex and incredibly varied. Some telepaths can only read thoughts. Some can only implant emotions into others. Some can only create illusions. But some are capable of all of these things, as I am. A powerful enough telepath is capable of seeing everything from your emotions and thoughts to your most distant memories. They may even be able to see things you have forgotten or repressed yourself."</strong><br><br>Telepathy itself was still something of a scientific mystery and marvel. It was particularly difficult to pin down how it worked, and had taken years to develop anything like Magneto's helm. But learning to be used to a mind entering your own, and push against it, was not too difficult to begin with. Time to start the lesson off with his simple parlor trick. It was a bit of fun, and let people witness how effective telepathy could be.<br><br><strong>"So, you've all noticed your cards. To avoid invading any private thoughts I would like you each to shuffle your deck and pick one. Look at it and return it to the deck. Don't show me, or say what the card is. When you've each picked and memorised your card I will tell you what they were. This will give you a harmless insight into a mind entering your own. If any of you are uncomfortable, you don't have to take part. But I can promise that my control is enough that I will not see anything but the card." </strong><br><br>Normally with more, or younger, students this was a bit of fun. But he knew the people in this room had things they wished to keep to themselves, and he didn't want to pressure or upset anyone. Hopefully they would be up for the game, as it was a vital part of starting to understand just what telepathy could do. And understanding how incredible of a tool it is is a necessary step on the road to defending against it. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mutant Studies Classes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>25-02-2017, 03:02:09</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/244/2/d/laura_pol_paint_by_patricia_crvl-d7xjoof.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br><strong>Location:</strong> A Classroom<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Mid-Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charles Xavier, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Class<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Sweater (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/d8/55/14/d85514ea29c4b1e35f0c623432af89b4.jpg), dark blue skinny jeans, dirty Converse sneakers, black finger-less gloves<br><hr><br>Tess couldn't help but feel a bit of tightness in her chest, anxiety over the thought of someone finding out exactly what she was afraid of or simply seeing her past. Her leg began to bounce again and she chewed the inside of her cheek, visually uncomfortable with the Professor's answer, but she said no more about it. Her eyes focused on the one droplet of water on the floor until the Professor spoke again. Reluctantly, she pulled her eyes from the water droplet and looked down to the cards that had been set beside her chair. She reached down and picked them up before shuffling them in her lap. It was a little difficult to do with her cotton gloves on, but she managed to not drop them all over the place. A few single cards fell into her lap now and again, but she shuffled them back into the deck and did as the Professor asked. Pulling a card from the middle of the deck, she looked at it, making sure to record it to her memory so she wouldn't forget. <em>"King of Spades. King of Spades. King of Spades,"</em> she thought to herself before slipping the card back into the deck and shuffling it again. She was fidgeting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mutant Studies Classes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wajin</strong> on <strong>07-03-2017, 13:24:49</strong>
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				<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 onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">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 onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">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. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mutant Studies Classes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasquatch421</strong> on <strong>11-03-2017, 20:27:55</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/27/Chamber2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jonothon Starsmore/ Chamber<br><strong>Location:</strong> A Classroom<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 2nd Mid Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charles Xavier<br><strong>Content:</strong> Class <br><hr><br>Jono listened to Xavier's answer to Tess and he might have smiled if he had the appropriate parts. Still he just had to pipe up to let his mental voice roll over the group, "Then you get a screw up like me... My illusions blow and my telepathy only goes one way." It was followed by a chuckle and him lifting the deck of cards...<br><br>He listened to Xavier as he explained what the cards were for and he started to shuffle the deck. Jonothon's eye flickered to the two girls as they shuffled and drew their own cards, but decided to give his own a couple more shuffles. Fingers moved to give a single card a slow pull and a momentary pause before it was turned towards his eyes. It took a moment as his brown eyes blinked and suddenly British laughter came from his mind. Of course Chamber would draw the joker... He probably should have taken it out, but too late now and he decided to roll with it and pushed back into the deck.<br><br>Finally Jono straightened back in his seat and simply crossed his arms over the ruins of his chest. The black Ramones t-shirt presses in slightly as his thoughts center on the Joker card he had drawn. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mutant Studies Classes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>15-03-2017, 03:04:13</strong>
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				<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 made a quiet mental note of Tess's unease, but as she seemed to be managing to hold herself together he didn't want to draw any attention to her. He quietly hoped she would find some confidence but entirely understood her situation. Instead he focused on continuing the lesson to distract everyone. Charles peered within the minds of the three students for nothing more than a split second. However instead of his typical subtle, well honed telepathy he made certain they were aware of his mind within theirs. He did not do anything loud or harmful, but instead simply made his presence known. They would feel his thoughts seeking theirs out, almost as though they were trying to physically run with their card's identity away from him. Unfortunately Charles's power showed through rapidly and he easily caught the three, revealing their cards. He turned to them in the order they looked at their cards.<br><br><strong>"King of spades, ace of spades and if I'm not mistaken that would be the joker, Jono."</strong><br><br>He smiled at the three, hoping they didn't feel too invaded. He hadn't gleaned a single piece of information aside from the cards identities, as they all did very well to keep their focus on the card.<br><br><strong>"Excellent focus, all of you. You did well to keep your minds focused on the cards. What we're going to do this time is to shuffle again. But instead of focusing on your card you're going to glance at it and focus on keeping me from it. Think of anything, something nondescript in the room works just fine. You should notice it takes my presence longer to find what it's seeking."</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mutant Studies Classes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>15-03-2017, 18:16:49</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/244/2/d/laura_pol_paint_by_patricia_crvl-d7xjoof.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br><strong>Location:</strong> A Classroom<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Mid-Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charles Xavier, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Class<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Sweater (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/d8/55/14/d85514ea29c4b1e35f0c623432af89b4.jpg), dark blue skinny jeans, dirty Converse sneakers, black finger-less gloves<br><hr><br>Tessa could feel him enter her mind and it made her very uncomfortable. She closed her eyes and turned her head away slightly as she gripped the cards in her fingers. Her heart raced a bit, having that initial fear that he would see more than he intended to. She could feel a tightness in her chest as if there were muscles expanding around her heart, putting pressure on it. Her anxiety was beginning to get the best of her. Maybe she shouldn't have come to this class. Immediately, without thought, she froze time and set the cards down on the floor before pulling her legs up to her chest and covering her head with her arms as she let it hang between her knees. Her fingers clenched the hair on the back of her head as she tried to settle down and focus on her breathing. She was not yet used to all of this and was still very broken from what she had just recently escaped from.<br><br>After rocking slightly for about a minute, she finally let out a deep breath and began to compose herself. She put her feet back down on the floor and picked up the cards before sitting back up. One more deep breath and she unfroze time, but was in a slightly different position from what she had been in before. She had been shuffling the cards before it happened, but now the cards were resting in her lap, and she was sitting up a little taller in her seat. Her headache was mild, having not changed anything besides her position while she was essentially alone. She was used to the mild headaches, so she didn't focus on it much at all.<br><br>Listening to the Professor's words, she looked around to find something to focus on first before selecting a card. She glanced at it quickly, long enough to see that it was a 3 of diamonds. She set the card on the top of the deck, just in case she ended up forgetting what card it was, and immediately started thinking about something else. <em>I wonder if that cat is another mutant just wanting to sit in on the class. It seems weird that it would just come in and immediately allow that girl to pet it without first smelling her or without being cautious. Maybe she has food on her or something? Or maybe it's an indoor cat that loves people? It doesn't really seem that dirty, so it must have a home.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mutant Studies Classes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wajin</strong> on <strong>15-03-2017, 22:25:45</strong>
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				<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 onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">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>Alison bit her lip as she heard of the Professor's new challenge. It was something she'd been looking forward to since deciding to come to the class. She looked down at the deck, shuffling it, flipping some of the cards over with small activations of her photonic repulsor blasts. The sound coming from outside had vanished suddenly, as Alison had found it hard to concentrate with the birds chirping, so she had made the room impenetrable to sounds coming from outside, the windows now forming a perfect nullifying sound for all acoustic energy. Alison quickly looked at one of the cards "Jack of clubs" then she thought back on all she'd ever read on mental defences, both in the school library and in all the other texts she'd found on mutant powers. <br><br>She bit her lip hard as she looked up at the professor and then, mentally, not knowing if he was listening or not said in her mind "<em>I'm sorry...</em>" Then it started, she drew it from the depths, from the darkness deep within her. She was over it now, therapy and a proper family had taken care of that, but it was still painful for her.There was no image with the memory, just sound and sensation. Had there been speech involved in the incident, she could no longer remember it, and as the memory took form, as it "shielded" her mind, all that was outwardly dazzlers mind was a quick whistling sound, followed by searing, whistling, then searing pain. A tear ran down Alison's cheek, but she kept it up, she wanted to know if it was an effective defense
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mutant Studies Classes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasquatch421</strong> on <strong>19-03-2017, 19:46:36</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/27/Chamber2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jonothon Starsmore/ Chamber<br><strong>Location:</strong> A Classroom<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 2nd Mid Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charles Xavier<br><strong>Content:</strong> Class <br><hr><br>Now try to keep him from finding it? Well now... That would be harder to do but it should make a fun challenge. His fingers moved as the cards were shuffled in his hands and thought of some way to work it out. There was that one book.... It was fiction, but they did deal with telepaths... Which reminded Jono that they touched upon it in KOTOR: The Sith Lords as well. Pure Pazaack... Oh, wait he sucked at that minigame but he could use something similar. Which he gained a new idea and decided to use them all and see how confusing it ended up...<br><br>Jono drew a card from the middle of the deck and he took a second before his eyes flickered to give the card a glance. The card ended up being the "King of Hearts" and Jono shoved it back into the deck, before he sat it off to the side. If he had lungs he would've taken a deep breath, but he didn't and put his mind to work on other things, <em>1, 2, 3, 33, 54, 5, 53 1/4, 1 1/2, 16... Hit, Queen... Bust..., 50, 19, 100 1/2"</em><br><br>From there Jono takes another turn in his mind, <em>"Dragonborn have a base walking speed of 30 feet... Their damage resistance and breath weapon depend on their draconic ancestry... Gold ancestry gives a fire damage type in a 15 foot cone that needs a Dex save..."</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mutant Studies Classes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>20-03-2017, 13:16:54</strong>
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				<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>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mutant Studies Classes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>22-03-2017, 15:57:19</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/244/2/d/laura_pol_paint_by_patricia_crvl-d7xjoof.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br><strong>Location:</strong> A Classroom<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 2nd, Mid-Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charles Xavier, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Class<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Sweater (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/d8/55/14/d85514ea29c4b1e35f0c623432af89b4.jpg), dark blue skinny jeans, dirty Converse sneakers, black finger-less gloves<br><hr><br>Her thoughts of the cat were interrupted by the memory of what card had been selected. But, when he spoke, she still lifted the top card to verify that it was correct. She didn't know if he could've implanted that memory in her mind, so she just wanted to make sure it was correct. She nodded slightly to the Professor before beginning to shuffle her cards again while he moved on to the next person. Her blue-gray eyes lifted from her lap to look at the girl. She was very pretty. She took this time to examine her now that she was focused on other things. And when it was Jono's turn, she did the same. The man had on a black face mask that caused her to absentmindedly lift her hand to her cheek.<em> "Maybe I should wear a face mask. Then I wouldn't have to worry about my hair," </em>she thought before the Professor started speaking again. She looked back to him, but stayed quiet, not having any questions.
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