chrysopteron: (traditional lady)
Iris ([personal profile] chrysopteron) wrote2012-07-01 08:16 pm

Flying and messages.

Flying is a gift form the gods, but is aided by the anemoi. Iris counts herself lucky to be on good terms with all of them - Zephyr in particular.

"My friend the chrysopteron comes to visit me!" Zephyr cries. Iris smiles despite herself when she takes flight, a rush of vibrant blue underneath her wing. "How fare your travels? Tell me everything!"

Away from the Twelve to not be immediately overheard, Iris returns, "You already know all, friend sweet-wind." And adds nothing more.

"Does the messenger of Hera Panhellenios have nothing to tell such a compatriot?"

"I apologize. I am simply distracted."
balancingminds: (working)

[personal profile] balancingminds 2012-07-02 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
Cerebro needs work or else he won't be able to use it without a migraine and the tension in in the air isn't helping. Charles has found a rarely used room near the top of facility where there isn't anyone terribly close by and is working on notes and trying to find some quiet.

Everything seems to be happening too fast and he's not certain what he can hold onto as he's hurt what he had with Iris due to caring too much. Erik goes from looking at him with disdain to passion and Hank and Raven are caught up in each other.
balancingminds: (stuck)

[personal profile] balancingminds 2012-07-02 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
There's a tiny window in the room from which he can see Cerebro and he props it open, closing his eyes to the wind. The sky is clear and blue, it seems like the kind of day that Iris would love.

She'd probably tell him to stop hiding inside and not work so much, but work makes sense.

Cerebro is a way to connect and let other mutants know they're not alone, yet the four of them here aren't fitting together as they could be.
balancingminds: (what now?)

[personal profile] balancingminds 2012-07-02 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
He can feel someone looking for him, an agent though not a familiar mind.

When he came upstairs everyone else was busy, which allowed him the time to slip away.

Perhaps he could hide a little longer or find a way to tell Iris he's thinking of her.
balancingminds: (serious)

[personal profile] balancingminds 2012-07-02 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Professor Xavier, sir, what are you doing up here?" The agent peers around the side of the door, these new recruits are strange.

Charles is already organizing his papers and standing up as he gives the agent a soothing smile, "I was just looking for a quiet place to work. I'll come down with you."

"Thank you, this way, we found a desk for you to use that's closer. I'm not sure why you were all the way up here, sir," Then waits for Charles who tries once more to relax, the CIA don't really understand what they've brought in.
balancingminds: (worn out)

[personal profile] balancingminds 2012-07-02 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
Downstairs reminds Charles that he has become part of something and is trying to shape it as they point him to a tiny office, "McCoy's lab is just down there and your rooms aren't far away. This should do better for you, Professor Xavier."

Its closer to everyone, which is good, should be good, but he misses that quiet he found in Oxford, "It will work just fine, thank you. I'll be much easier to find this way."

The agent smiles at him as finally he understands, they don't want him too far away and then goes back to his own work.

Charles lays out his work on Cerebro again and from his inner pocket takes out the coil of Iris' hair and thinks, What am I doing here, my goddess? Today I feel as lost as dandelion fluff on the wind.
balancingminds: (quiet consideration)

[personal profile] balancingminds 2012-07-02 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
Silence greets him, not true silence as the minds around him are busy, someone is always thinking in the facility. Its just there's no touch of Iris' mind, which he had hoped for.

Though it wasn't a logical hope, just as hoping for Erik to understand his feelings when he doesn't understand them himself didn't make sense.

He should work and then talk with Hank about how to make it so Cerebro doesn't give him headaches and how best to use it to pinpoint mutants.

The hair stays on his notes as he reviews his memories, looking for the words to describe how he felt the world within his mind. Is that how we are to you, dear goddess? Hopes and feelings that you pass by on your way to another task.
balancingminds: (working)

[personal profile] balancingminds 2012-07-02 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
The work has pulled him in, he can see how to make changes though some of them might need Erik's help. That might be useful showing him that as mutants they control Cerebro for all that its on a government base.

While in the midst of trying to make sense of some physics, he feels something, a hint almost of Iris.

Though that shouldn't be possible and he frowns, tracing the coil of her hair before returning to his writing.
balancingminds: (half face listening)

[personal profile] balancingminds 2012-07-02 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
That feeling is there again and he sighs, putting his head down on the desk.

Perhaps I should give up on work for today if I'm imagining the colors of your mind, Iris.
Edited 2012-07-02 02:18 (UTC)
balancingminds: (stuck)

[personal profile] balancingminds 2012-07-02 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
It's a pleasant thing to imagine and he savors whatever this taste of her is by closing his eyes once more.

You always seem so certain of me, Iris. I seem to have found myself on shifting ground.

Then he tuts at himself, this isn't doing much good, he might as well be meditating for all that his thoughts will be heard.
balancingminds: (not happy)

[personal profile] balancingminds 2012-07-02 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
He packs up his work and closes up the office avoiding anyone he can as he heads upstairs one more time. That window was nice and he could go outside but then he'd probably run into Erik.

Later he'll talk to Erik, for now he just wants the wind on his face and a bit more quiet.

The window's still open and he looks out and thinks. Do I see truly see things that differently? If I have her, you, my dear, then I've no need of him. That the work we do here is foolish and we should chase after Shaw and don't care, it only hurts. I don't care too much and he can feel more than anger. There is a middle way.
balancingminds: (what now?)

[personal profile] balancingminds 2012-07-02 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
The wind feels nice but doesn't provide any answers and he closes it as he tucks the coil of hair away.

He should return to the others and see what he can do at the moment.