towerofanimus | Better to be hated... [open]

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Better to be hated... [open]

Characters: Erik Lehnsherr and YOU
Setting: Anywhere in the tower you like.
Format: Action or Prose, I'm easy.
Summary: A wandering mutant trying to sort out what's happened.
Warnings: Who knows, really. Erik's had a rough week, and showing up here and finding out his entire world's been destroyed? Is gonna put him in a bad mood.

Erik had read the note. Earth had been destroyed, and he was the lone survivor. Well, one of the lone survivors. There were other people here, clearly, but not any of the faces he wanted to see. Mystique, Azazel, Riptide, Angel, Emma.

While he didn't believe what was written in any way shape or form, the fact that his brothers and sisters were no where to be seen was troublesome. Someone, somehow, had been able to transport him here without his knowledge, under cover of darkness. It would take a powerful mutant or entity to pull that off without him even realizing it was occurring.

Whatever this place was, Erik didn't intend on staying. He had been a lab rat once before--never again.

So he wandered the corridors, the hallways, looking for information.

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[Erik watches with curiosity too. It seems there are other mutants--creatures here. Which worries him, if he has to be honest.

As if the people here are rounding up those who are 'special'.

He doesn't anything to the small thing, though. If they want to talk, they can speak first.]

[Eventually works up the courage to ask:] Um... Why are you wearing a helmet but no armor to match? [Steiner always ranted on about wearing full suits of armor, so Vivi's just a bit confused as to why this man is just wearing a helmet without everything else.]

[Erik raises an eyebrow, smiling slightly.]

I don't need armor to protect myself. The helmet is made to keep people with certain gifts out of my mind.

[Why lie? It doesn't matter if one knows what it does or not. He's got the means to keep people from removing it.]

[Tilts his head, curiousity piqued further. His voice is a bit awed as he asks:] You know people who can read minds?

[He then squeaks and grabs the brim of his hat, pulling it down on either side of his head.] C-Can they read my mind????

I do--or I did. I doubt they are here, now.

[He watches the small thing with some amusement.]

Yes, they can.

... Do you have another helmet?

I don't.

[He frowns.]

Why would you need to keep someone out of your head?

[Fiddles with his gloves and mumbles:] It's... It's my mind. If they can read it, maybe they can control it and make me kill and destroy like the others...

[Shakes himself and looks up again.] ... Can I look closer your helmet?

The others...? [The thing is--it's exactly why Erik wears it as well. He doesn't want anyone controlling him, or making him do things he isn't interested in.

At the others request, however, Erik hesitates for a moment, but ultimately takes the helmet off, and leans down to offer it to Vivi.]

[Perks up and lifts his arms, having to rise on his toes just a bit to grasp the helmet.] Thank you!

[Carefully brings it down in front of his face, turning it this way and that, gloved fingertips tracing out the detailing on it... before he puts it on over his hat.
... Or more like tries to put it on over his hat, instead ending up with it cover the bent tip of the canvas instead.]

Cool-ack! [His hat can't support the weight of the helmet, and it squishes down until it's encasing Vivi's head. The brim of his hat blinds him as it flops down to cover his face at the open front of the helmet, which really is much too big for his actual head, but seems to be a perfect fit when it's his head and lots of crumpled canvas.]

[Erik tries very hard not to laugh.

He really did try.

But a low chuckle bursts from his lips and he leans down, trying to help the other get it off]

It doesn't seem to fit you, little one.

[Flails a bit and his fingers scrabble along the helmet before - with Erik's help - he manages to get the thing off, his own hat a bit crumpled now, but hey, at least he can see?

He flushes but it's hard see under the shadow of his hat and he instead finds himself laughing along with Erik.]

I think I need to grow before I can wear it... [He trails off and frowns. Kuja and the other mages had made it clear that Vivi wouldn't live long... Would he even grow like a human before he stopped moving? Before he could get too moody he shakes himself and extends his short arm to the man.]

Thank you mister - I think your helmet wanted to eat me.

[He smirks and decides not to put the helmet on, just tucking it under his arm instead.]

Perhaps it will fit better later. Though I doubt you'll find any use for it.

[He looks him over once]

What exactly are you?

[Looks fown at his hand and fiddles with his gloves.] ... I'm a b-black mage... soldier... doll.

...and what exactly is a black mage soldier doll?

[Really, he has no clue.]

[Keeps fiddling with his gloves, a bit relieved that this man doesn't know of black mages.] Um... w-we were made to be soldiers using black magic but... some of us 'woke up' and ran away from the army.

Well, in my case I don't remember being in the army... I think grandpa found me dropped from the cargo ship or something...

[That story, the little of it told to him, gets his blood boiling. Made for war...disgusting. Humans and their ability to think that creatures could be used and discarded, treated like cattle...disgusting. And Charles wondered why he despised them.]

You said magic. What can you do?

[Glances up hesitantly.] Um... I just learned the last couple of spells, so... all Black magic? Like... fire, lightning, ice... poison... slowing and stopping time... [mumbles the one he feels sick using, even when it's on his enemies.]... Death.

[Erik raises his eyebrows slightly. It sounds like strange mutations, really.]

I have abilities as well.

[stares with biiiiiig eyes] W-Woah...... Are you a Knight??????

No. I'm what you might call a mutant.

Would you like to see what I can do?

[Nods excitedly, hat flopping over and forcing him to push it back.] Y-Yes, i would!

[Erik chuckles, and with a twist of his hand, slowly raises his helmet from his hand, allowing it to float in midair.]

[Squawks and falls back on his rear, staring up at the floating helmet.] W-Woah!! You can make things fly????

Not exactly.

[He smiles down at the other little man, amused.]

I control metal.

Better to be hated... [open]

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omg this is too cute

I'm mentally squeeing at the image they must make like this.

Yesss ;3;

Especially because I doubt Vivi even reaches Erik's waist, hat included

If only Erik was a cuddler. As it is--

Still adorkable 8D

dawww

gdit I find these two way too adorable XD

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Pfff- with that face- <333

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