1. HEROPA One could find the this canary spectacle quite amusing or perhaps exasperating, even adorable in some rare cases. Charles Xavier is neither one of those rare cases, nor is he amused. It worries him more than anything. Those who can should help, yes, but this is not helpful to anyone. Not the victim or the hero wannabes.
He doesn't approach the group, he doesn't catch the thief but one of the young heroes-to-be will find that they're chasing after the mugger before having their introductory piece finished. Through a running chase they catch the awful criminal and after her friends finally spin to action, they manage to bring back the stolen bag and then call the police while holding the mugger in custody.
Charles, however, hopes they will learn from their friend's example, even if she seems just as confused as her friends.
There is something awfully dangerous brewing under the surface of this spectacle. A hero craze, the glamour of being a Super without any of the awful nitty gritty details of the hero life, broken bones and torn up costumes, do-or-die situations, dedication, sacrifice, all that, that makes it real.
He sighs to himself and takes a sip of his coffee. He's sitting in a cafe at the other side of the street, frowning into his chosen beverage.
4. NONAH Who would think this very ordinary looking man in a wheelchair - albeit a man with a little bit of a luscious mullet happening - would have anything to do with superheros? Charles is happy to escape the attention of the masses. He avoids being detected, to be honest, and he's very good at that.
But it's a nice day and there are good deeds to be done. Good deeds that involves a whole group of small creatures that fail to sit still or keep quiet for very long. (Seems like home, doesn't it?)
Charles sits in his chair, leaning forward perhaps a little precariously, as he faces a group of little critters on a park bench. "I want you all to try and calm down. Yes, that means you too. And once you have, I will have a treat for you." He holds out a piece of dried fruit to a small monkey now sitting peacefully on the bench.
"Good. What about the rest of you? There we go. You might not know it, but genetically we could be cousins. Family is all about respect, isn't it? And we respect each other."
Charles Xavier | X-men Cinematic
One could find the this canary spectacle quite amusing or perhaps exasperating, even adorable in some rare cases. Charles Xavier is neither one of those rare cases, nor is he amused. It worries him more than anything. Those who can should help, yes, but this is not helpful to anyone. Not the victim or the hero wannabes.
He doesn't approach the group, he doesn't catch the thief but one of the young heroes-to-be will find that they're chasing after the mugger before having their introductory piece finished. Through a running chase they catch the awful criminal and after her friends finally spin to action, they manage to bring back the stolen bag and then call the police while holding the mugger in custody.
Charles, however, hopes they will learn from their friend's example, even if she seems just as confused as her friends.
There is something awfully dangerous brewing under the surface of this spectacle. A hero craze, the glamour of being a Super without any of the awful nitty gritty details of the hero life, broken bones and torn up costumes, do-or-die situations, dedication, sacrifice, all that, that makes it real.
He sighs to himself and takes a sip of his coffee. He's sitting in a cafe at the other side of the street, frowning into his chosen beverage.
4. NONAH
Who would think this very ordinary looking man in a wheelchair - albeit a man with a little bit of a luscious mullet happening - would have anything to do with superheros? Charles is happy to escape the attention of the masses. He avoids being detected, to be honest, and he's very good at that.
But it's a nice day and there are good deeds to be done. Good deeds that involves a whole group of small creatures that fail to sit still or keep quiet for very long. (Seems like home, doesn't it?)
Charles sits in his chair, leaning forward perhaps a little precariously, as he faces a group of little critters on a park bench. "I want you all to try and calm down. Yes, that means you too. And once you have, I will have a treat for you." He holds out a piece of dried fruit to a small monkey now sitting peacefully on the bench.
"Good. What about the rest of you? There we go. You might not know it, but genetically we could be cousins. Family is all about respect, isn't it? And we respect each other."