Post by The Man on Jul 13, 2008 21:56:37 GMT -5
((OOC: This is a birthday thread.))
::Twelve years had passed since Abigail's birth, and the world had changed over all for the better. The President was an advocate of Mutant Rights, and great strides had been made in the name of coexistence. The Institute had not been made public, although more new of it, particularly with Henry's role in government. It had made Xavier proud. As had Scott and Jean's wedding. And every moment of family life.
It had been when Abigail was twelve that Xavier had suffered the stroke; a residual effect from his twin brother's body, the ill health. It had been fatal, although not immediately. For the most part, it had been painless.
In the year and a half that had passed, life had resumed, although not quite at the same pace. The X-Men had been through his death once, but there had not been another brother, somewhere for him to flee, and he had sown this, by cheating death the first time.
Scott had become HeadMaster, Ororo assisted him. His X-Men taught more often than they fought, which was how it should be; Xavier would have been proud. In fact, he was.
Xavier had died, but he had not ceased to exist. The metaphysics fascinated him; he was a Professor first, even in death. Whether it was because he had to attone, or he had a role yet to fulfill, or he was simply too attached to the Institute, he did not know. What he did know was that he was that he was confined to the property, that he retained his psychic abilities, that he could walk again, and float, in fact, and that he was invisible to everyone.
Not quite everyone. He could visit Raven in dreams, and did frequently to console her. Using his abilities with others did not work so well, as they tended to forget the dreams, or not pay attention to what he did for communication. He was a ghost. And Abigail...Abigail could see him and hear him. Touching was not quite so easy, but it gave him a sense of pride that he could be a father, albeit one from beyond or before, the grave.
She had yet to develop her abilities, and in the great amount of time he had now, as he neither slept nor ate, he considered whether her ability to see him was the emergence of her abilities, or if it was a blood connection which provided it. There was no test for it, and he was simply grateful for the connection.
He spent a great deal of his time outside, as he did now; it was the end of summer, and the weather was pleasant. But the grounds were nearly empty in the gardens, while he strolled and enjoyed the flowers. He hoped to see Abigail or Raven, and would likely check on both of them, that night.::
::Twelve years had passed since Abigail's birth, and the world had changed over all for the better. The President was an advocate of Mutant Rights, and great strides had been made in the name of coexistence. The Institute had not been made public, although more new of it, particularly with Henry's role in government. It had made Xavier proud. As had Scott and Jean's wedding. And every moment of family life.
It had been when Abigail was twelve that Xavier had suffered the stroke; a residual effect from his twin brother's body, the ill health. It had been fatal, although not immediately. For the most part, it had been painless.
In the year and a half that had passed, life had resumed, although not quite at the same pace. The X-Men had been through his death once, but there had not been another brother, somewhere for him to flee, and he had sown this, by cheating death the first time.
Scott had become HeadMaster, Ororo assisted him. His X-Men taught more often than they fought, which was how it should be; Xavier would have been proud. In fact, he was.
Xavier had died, but he had not ceased to exist. The metaphysics fascinated him; he was a Professor first, even in death. Whether it was because he had to attone, or he had a role yet to fulfill, or he was simply too attached to the Institute, he did not know. What he did know was that he was that he was confined to the property, that he retained his psychic abilities, that he could walk again, and float, in fact, and that he was invisible to everyone.
Not quite everyone. He could visit Raven in dreams, and did frequently to console her. Using his abilities with others did not work so well, as they tended to forget the dreams, or not pay attention to what he did for communication. He was a ghost. And Abigail...Abigail could see him and hear him. Touching was not quite so easy, but it gave him a sense of pride that he could be a father, albeit one from beyond or before, the grave.
She had yet to develop her abilities, and in the great amount of time he had now, as he neither slept nor ate, he considered whether her ability to see him was the emergence of her abilities, or if it was a blood connection which provided it. There was no test for it, and he was simply grateful for the connection.
He spent a great deal of his time outside, as he did now; it was the end of summer, and the weather was pleasant. But the grounds were nearly empty in the gardens, while he strolled and enjoyed the flowers. He hoped to see Abigail or Raven, and would likely check on both of them, that night.::