Canon Immersion Meme

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Canon Immersion Meme



Have you ever wondered what your character would be like if they grew up in another universe? Maybe you've pictured Dean Winchester as a pokemon trainer specializing in Fighting types who travels from Kanto to Nuvema with his physic trainer brother, taking down rogue legendaries who are causing chaos for the local people. Or maybe you've pictured Sailor Moon as a Power ranger, or want to have Batman be a member of the Avengers.

Well dream no more, your chance has arrived.

HOW IT WORKS:

○Post with your character

○Tag other people. The person you tag determines the canon your character is being immersed in. Imagine them as having always lived in that universe. Make sure to include a little about them in your reply, especially if you are assuming any prior relationship with the person you're tagging. It obviously doesn't have to be lengthy, but a few details would be helpful to your new rp partner.

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[ihearyouthink]

[ooc: younger Charles never did get to see Blink in the movie, which was pretty amazing. I'll make him the timeline jumper.]

Charles is lucky he survived the trip. It was a whirling dangerous vortex that sucked him up and spat him out in some dark alleyway. He ducks and covers as his wheelchair follows, just narrowly missing his head and crashing into the wall.

He can hear a few minds around him as he sits up. But strangely it seems very scarce for humans and mutants. Putting two fingers to his temple, he searches out the closest mutant for assistance.

Don't be alarmed, I need your help. Him sending a picture of the alley where he is and the broken wheelchair on it's side. If they don't want to help, well then he'll try someone else.

[blinkportal]

Blink was out scouting for the X-Men in the ruins on the outskirts of Apocalypse Island when she heard the telepathic distress call. Her first instinct was to ignore it; it sounded like the old Psi-Snare trick Apocalypse's telepathy liked to play from time to time. Send a distress call acting like an individual in distress, then ambush any X-Men or human rebels who come to assist. The X-Men had lost good people to that ruse, to the point that they no longer responded without thoroughly scoping out the situation.

For Blink, the tipoff was the nearby patrol of armored Infinites who converged on the designated alley. Infinites always had prior warning of the Pai-Snares, so they never got near an ambush spot. Blink decided to pay attention to this particular distress call, if only because the Infinites were interested.

She watched as five Infinites surrounded a brown-haired man lying on the ground with useless legs. "You need our help," one Infinite commented, pressing the barrel of his rifle against the man's head. "This just isn't your day."

Before he could pull the trigger, Blink opened a portal underneath the crippled man that deposited him a block away at Blink's feet. "Sorry about the gravity," Blink said as she quickly closed the portal. "But I thought you'd appreciate the evac."

Wait. Something was wrong. This man was too clean to be some native homeless man. This was a trap. "Hold on, you don't belong here. Who are you?"

[ihearyouthink]

What nightmare place was this?? Charles stared in disbelief, the gun barrel cold against his forehead. He felt certain that this was the end of him.

And then the ground opened up under him in the nick of time. He landed with a soft oof escaping him and heaving a sigh of relief as the portal closed above.

"That was a near bit of timing. Thank you, Miss Ferguson."

She seemed very suspicious for someone who had just saved his life. "Xavier. Professor Charles Xavier, at your service." Or he will be once he gets himself a working wheelchair. Till then, hopefully she doesn't mind him just sitting around.

[blinkportal]

Okay, that was just unsettling. Blink, who had been schooled on mental shields from Jean Grey and later Exodus, just had her real name plucked out of her mind by some guy she just met. Some guy named Professor Charles Xavier. "That's pretty funny: you have the same name as a man who's been dead longer than I've been alive. But seriously, who are you? You're too clean to be from around here, and you have next to no survival instinct. Admit it, you're one of Apocalypse's agents, aren't you?"

[ihearyouthink]

...there was an insult in there somewhere, he had a feeling.

"Dead? What do you mean dead?" That definitely needs clarification.

Sigh. "I am not an agent of Apocalypse or of anyone. I'm a Professor at Xavier's School for Gifted Students in Westchester, New York." He didn't have much to back that up other than his word. Hopefully she had some kind of resource to check into that.

And if she doesn't mind him asking what will likely turn into the wrong question, "What is Apocalypse?"

[blinkportal]

"Opposite of alive," Blink replied, shrugging. She couldn't help being a smart-aleck, but she also couldn't believe she had to explain the concept of death to somebody. How new was he?

Apparently, this guy was convinced he actually was Charles Xavier, but he was getting some details wrong. Worst imposter ever. "Nice try, but do better research next time. The estate in Westchester was where Xavier was born and raised, but he never taught there. He was in the planning stages of starting a school when he was killed." She knew the history backward and forward; one could hardly grow up around Magneto and not be privy to that particular history lesson.

Then she realized that if he really was a telepath, he could probably read in her mind everything she was and wasn't telling him. And trying hard not to think of certain facts only brought them to the forefront of her mind. Her brain was suddenly info-dumping all kinds of information about the Xavier Estate, Magneto, the X-Men, Apocalypse...everyone. "Oh god, shut up, brain," she scolded herself.

[ihearyouthink]

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. It didn't make any sense. But there it was in her mind, like she said. It was like someone had rewritten history.

Knowing how dismayed she was at letting all this information slip, he puts his hand to his temple, shutting his eyes as he shores up her mental defenses for her. Don't try so hard, think of a wall, a solid wall around your mind.

He couldn't help falling into teacher mode automatically. Despite the fact he's sitting on the ground.

[blinkportal]

Hey, you stay out of this, she shot back at him mentally. You're not my real brain!

Yet, despite her resistance, his telepathic coaching was helping. The more she thought of a solid wall, the quieter all her mental chatter was.

She took a breath and looked down at him. "Okay, fine."

Concentrating for a moment, she caused them both to vanish in a flash of pink energy, reappearing in the great hall of the Xavier Mansion...which was crumbled and in serious disrepair.

"Hey Magneto!" she shouted down the vast hallway. "Sir? You're not gonna believe who I found! Some nutball who swears his name is--"

"Charles," a familiar voice spoke in disbelief. A white-haired man wearing red and purple approached them, removing a helmet to reveal the (older) face of Erik Lehnsherr. "Charles, how could it be you after all this time?"

[ihearyouthink]

He mentally braced himself for another fall but this trip was a little easier this time. Of course he instantly recognized the mansion but the state of it was shocking.

But not half as shocking as Magneto. Charles stared in disbelief up at him. "...Erik...this cannot be real." Yet, with his helmet off, he knew that it was. His friend looked so worn, many years between them now. "I scarcely know myself. I would not have been alive if it hadn't been for this young lady saving me in the nick of time."

[blinkportal]

"Eh, it was no problem," Clarice replied. Standing off to the side as the X-Men's leader was, apparently, reunited with the man to whom he'd dedicated his entire crusade. "So...it's really him?"

Frowning at the possibility of this man as an imposter, Magneto turned to a dark-haired European man in red leather armor. "Exodus," can you confirm?"

Exodus stepped forward and placed a hand on Charles' forehead, his eyes going white. "I can try, Lord Magneto. Provided he holds very. Very. Still."

Clarice grimaced. "You're not gonna turn his brain into scrambled eggs, are ya, Paris?"

Exodus concentrated. "If he turns out to be an imposter to sully our savior's crusade, then yes. Also, if he makes sudden movements."

Memories of Charles' entire history and memories of Erik were unearthed with all the grace of a smash-and-grab operation.

I had to research Exodus vs. Xavier's powers, hope this is okay?

[ihearyouthink]

[....Lord Magneto?? Seriously? Charles thinks that's a bit much.

But he wasn't prepared for another telepath, or one as strong as Exodus. Wincing as memories of him and Erik are pulled forward. Saving him from drowning, joining forces, the day on the beach...but after that is too painful for him to share and he pushes back.]

That's enough!

[Just about throwing Exodus backwards with a mental shove. Now his head hurt and he was less cheerful than before.] Erik, there's no need for this. I don't know how I came to be here, but I do know this is not the future that was supposed to happen.

Xavier overwhelming Exodus' zealous brute force is what I had in mind, so that works!

[blinkportal]

Exodus stumbled back against Xavier's outburst. Blink could practically feel its intensity herself, and she wasn't even a telepath.

Erik nodded and called off Exodus, who looked rather embarrassed at having his telepathic fact-finding mission unceremoniously halted.

"I have no idea how you could be standing here now, decades younger," Erik stated with the confidence of someone who had been reunited after far too long, "but I have no doubt that you are indeed my old friend. If there were a way to send you back, I would, but perhaps you could be of use to us in our struggle against Apocalype's regime. I have waged this campaign in your honor; will you honor me now with your assistance?"

oh good :)

[ihearyouthink]

It may have been years for Magneto, but some wounds are still fresh for Xavier. He does not eagerly agree to join his cause at such an offer. Remembering how Erik used him and his friends for his own means.

"Is it against the humans, Erik....because we are not of the same mind in that regard." He almost would rather they just fixed his chair and sent him back.

"Miss Ferguson, would you be able to retrieve my chair for me?" he asks, looking over at her.

Re: oh good :)

[blinkportal]

"Um, sure," Clarice replied, opening a small portal and peeking into it for a moment before closing it. "But you might want to wait on that. The Infinite patrols are pretty thick in that area right now."

Erik stared at Charles in disbelief. "Charles, any inclination I had toward the punishment of humans was the work of an angry young man, and put to rest long ago. Humans are an endangered species now; they must be protected."

[ihearyouthink]

Oh well, sitting on the floor was good. He'd be sitting anyway with all this influx of new and changed things around him.

He's quiet for a moment, perhaps checking if what Erik says is true before he relents, "I am sorry...old friend. The argument between us is as new as yesterday for me but I realize, not so for you." This seemed to be a different world entirely.

Charles almost flinches as Magneto brings over metal pieces with a wave of his hand to form into a makeshift chair for him. He finally smiles a little at that gesture of good faith. "...so I have been gone for awhile then? How did it happen?" He feels he has a right to know.