First Kill | Video

[darklydreamndex]

[OOC: Italics are internal monologue, said and heard only by Dexter. Non-italics are actions. <3]

[...what just happened. A few hours ago I was just cleanly slicing Little Chino's carotid artery. Now, suddenly I'm in a... room. It looks so sterile. What is this place. Why am I here. Why am I here and not Debra, or Rita, or the kids? If I

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[excessivehubris]

[Its been a couple of weeks but oh does he recall the feeling of waking up.]

Mr. Morgan? Hello, I'm Charles Xavier. I'm afraid I haven't heard of anyone named Debra Morgan being here with us but ah as for where you are, its a planet known as Coruscant.

Action~

[darklydreamndex]

[Dexter glances down at the hand presented to him, tips his head just slightly, then he takes it. His grip is firm, but hardly crushing.]

[Unfortunately, despite his usual cordiality in his own universe, his smile is a little forced this time.]

The pleasure's all mine. A... tour of this place would be appreciated, Charles.

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[excessivehubris]

Of course! Would you like to...

[Charles motions as if to offer the escort right now. Because in all honesty he does know better than to just waltz into the private quarters of a man who was quite systematically killing a person before he arrived.]

There are a couple nice places to eat?

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[Don't worry Charles, Dexter's kill tools didn't come with him. Unfortunately. It would have made his life a little easier.]

[Dexter glances down at his pockets. These clothes felt so strange.]

I... don't have any money, unless that droid thing has my wallet.

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[excessivehubris]

Ah, no I believe you'll need to see about getting a job, seems to be the way things go around here but don't worry. [Charles chuckled.] Since I issued the invitation, I'm paying.

[Stepping back, he tucked his hands in his pockets and tilted his head curiously, waiting for Dexter. For now Charles made a conscious effort to treat the man as he would anyone he knew, rather than dwell on what he'd seen in Dexter's mind.

At least for the time being. He couldn't help having questions but between knowing Erik and having met Logan, Charles was learning that actions were often rooted in much deeper logic than may appear at the surface.

He wasn't ready to judge what he'd seen Dexter doing, at least not till he understood the man a little better.]

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[darklydreamndex]

A job shouldn't be too hard. I hope.

[Any need for a blood spatter analyst on Coruscant?]

[Dexter was confused by the man's actions - most would run and hide if they knew his secrets. Or just... act differently. But here he was, offering his hand, smiling, and offering to pay for his food.]

[He follows the younger man regardless. His mind is racing, attempting to cope with all that has happened already. And now he was desperately attempting to keep the strong compulsion of thinking about his most morbid kills out of his mind. But unfortunately, when one tries to keep things out of their mind, it quite often shows up anyway. But there are other snippets too - of Rita, his girlfriend. Her kids, Cody and Astor. His sister, Debra. And how he might never see them again.]

[Does he miss them already? Even Dexter doesn't know.]

[Is this going to be the fall of Dexter Morgan? One Charles Xavier? Dammit, I'm doing the internal thought thing again.]

[This was hard.]

[He smiles and gestures off down the hallway.]

So, where to

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[excessivehubris]

[It was a good thing Charles hadn't been walking when all of that went through Dexter's mind as he might well have tripped over his own two feet. As it was, he did sway a little, blinking rapidly as he fought to sort it all out, feeling his heart rate jump as he realized the initial murder he'd seen was not a 'one off'.

Well come to think about it, Erik's mind had been no picnic either and the metal bender was certainly no alter boy.

Reaching up to rub a hand across his aching forehead, Charles shoved it all aside for later contemplation and forced his mind to settle in the here and the now.]

As I fear I am not made of money here either, I was thinking of a nice, fairly simple restaurant a few levels down. They seem to be willing to make dishes that resemble foods from our home, by which I mean they will make sandwiches.

[He smiled and with a nod of his head began to lead Dexter along.]

Backtagging if you're up for it~

[darklydreamndex]

[Dexter catches the rubbing of Charles' forehead, but tries his best to ignore it. After all, if this doesn't go well, this very well may be his last meal, thanks to this man with 'the force'. He tries for a smile, but it's a little strained. Well, a lot strained. Fight or flight instincts are kicking in but he's restraining himself. He has no proof that Charles has ever killed anyone or is even particularly homicidal. What a shame. That would have made his decision a little easier.]

Sandwiches sound fantastic, so long as there's coffee. And lots of it.