||[Jun. 19th, 2004|01:20 am]
'X-Men: Evolution' RPG
For as long as he could remember, Charles Xavier had not been a good sleeper. Telepathy was always more sensative when the mind was relaxed, and he had at least one vivid dream every night; dreams that were a mixture of fantasy, reality, what had happened, and what was to come. Tonight, though, it had been a dream of a different sort, and one that bothered him greatly... |
There was a castle, and music, loud music, and then... a young man, with dark blonde hair, the beginnings of a goatie, and an aura about him that could only be described as sinister. The young man bent over, held out a cellular phone, and then...
And then he woke up.
He didn't know why he'd been so bothered by this dream. He'd never seen the young man before, he was certain, and yet it felt like they were connected somehow. Xavier hoped he was wrong.
He couldn't get back to sleep, so he guided his electric wheelchair through the institute to the kitchen, where he could find the one thing that, for some bizarre reason, had always helped him relax - a glass of warm milk and a pickle. Upon entering the kitchen, though, he saw that he was not the only one who couldn't sleep. Foraging through the open refrigerator was...