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 tilts his head at the bear. Ignoring the voice calling after it, he knelt down, letting the cub sniff at his hand for a moment, before moving to pet it.]

[The little bear will sniff his hand and give it a lick, looking at him curiously before pawing at his leg and sniffing at him again]

"You have food?"

[Canada finally finds the right floor and his bear, blinking at how someone was petting the little bear. Most people tended to freak out when they saw a bear cub thinking they'd get mauled but it made Matt smile a little and wander over before adressing the two in a voice just louder than a soft whisper.]

"I'm sorry if he bothered you, he tends to wander off."

[Erik looks up at the man coming forward.]

He should be allowed to wander. He's a wild animal--he isn't something that should be kept as a mere pet.

[ooc: I dont know a lot about Hetalia--is the cub actually talking?]

Ah, well, um... I guess he could be considered wild if he hadn't lived with me so long. I don't think he's very wild anymore, [More like dead lazy and refuses to walk very far without motivation.] but I wouldn't call him a pet.

[Matt will just stand nearby, not walking into Erik's bubble of personal space to irritate him]

It bothers people usually when they see a bear wandering the halls.

[OOC: yes, oops, my bad, I should've said so. Sorry!]

[Erik continues to pet the creature, casually. He actually likes animals. Especially dangerous ones.]

If he isn't a pet, and he isn't wild, then what is he?

More of a.. manifestation of how my wild areas are still undeveloped. That's a theory at least, he found me before I was a colony and he's been around as long as I can remember.

[Matt looked a little uncomfortable trying to explain to Erik that he wasn't human and was actually a nation. It could go either way of the person accepting it or running in fear.]

Excuse me?

[Good lord has this place become an asylum for people who think they are countries? This is ridiculous.]

[Matt sighed and waved his hand, disnissing the question.]

Nevermind, you'll just think I'm crazy like half of the people here do. The bear's Kumokio, he might as well be called a pet.

I'm Matthew.

[OOC: Matt can never remember the bears actual name, nor can the bear remember Matt's. It's odd and comical and rather stupid.]

And I said before, no wild creature should be tamed.

[He's got this thing for tigers, and not wanting to cover them in robes. It's all very complicated.]

Erik.

Nice to meet you Erik and I'm in agreement. Usually people only make wild animals suffer when they try to tame them.

[Matt's very proud of his wildlife and seeing anything suffer bothers him to no end, even if its something as small as a mouse. But the bear was enjoying being pet and gave a warning growl at Erik before looking up at him with dark black eyes and opening his mouth.]

"You're upsetting him. I don't like it."

[Erik frowns at the bear, removing his hand from the fur when it growls and...speaks to him.]

--How is it speaking.

[It isn't a mutant. It's an animal--but...it's talking.

Just what the hell is going on here?]

Ah, like I said, he's not a normal bear. It's nothing to be afraid of, really, he doesn't usually talk to too many people.

[Kumo looked curious, wondering why the petting had stopped before giving up and rolling onto his back and looking at Erik as if expecting more petting.]

I'm sorry if he's alarmed you.

...yet he talks to me.

[Erik rolls his eyes at the bear and almost reluctantly starts to pet it's stomach. He's not very good with harmless creatures, but ones that have potential for violence, well--he might be all right with them.]

He didn't alarm me. He's just an animal. Can be trusted more than humans.

[The bear looks thoroughly happy at the fact that Erik is paying him attention. Matt merely sighs and looks at the ceiling, he knows all about untrustworthy humans mostly through the pain many of his friends suffered through as nations being led by corrupt leaders.]

I agree with you there, animals are more honest. If they don't like you they bite you, if they do they let you be near them.

You seem to hold a lot of animosity for most people. Aren't you human yourself?

As do most people, when stripped to their basest of instincts.

[He lets out a breath, fingers sliding through fur. At the question, though, he snorts.]

Hardly.

[ooc: Charles mun informed me that Erik should just declare that he is 'Magneto, bitch' and steal the adorable cub. This made me laugh, and I had to share.]

I won't deny that, at least most animals don't try to decieve you up front.

You're much more human than I am, than a few people here actually. It's not necessarily a bad thing, course I don't know what you've been through.

[OOC: LMAO that's awesome! Although if he took the bear he'd have the might of a nation coming down on his head and Matt's not overly friendly when very angry.]

No, you don't. [He raises an eyebrow.]

I'm a mutant. I'd rather not be associated with base humans.

A mutant? [That gets Matt to blink several times.] Never heard someone call themselves that, what can you do beyond a regular person? That is... if you don't mind me asking, if you do then forget I asked.

[Matt backtracks with his words a bit wondering why the man is so angry, it wasn't like the Canadian had done anything to him personally.]

It's fine.

[He doesn't mind showing off, really. With a snap of his fingers, he easily levitates Canada's glasses off his face, landing them in his hand.]

[That surprises Matt and desipte the fact that he's now completely blind and other than for things at the far end of the hallway. No fear here, just mild fascination and surprise.]

That's cool, so, is it the metal you do something with?

Correct.

[Erik uses his powers once again to put the glasses back on Canada's face.]

My mutation allows me to control all metal and magnetic fields.

That's incredible, does it work on larger objects or just smaller ones?

[Matt adjusts his glasses on his nose and puts his hands in his pockets.]

I can't say I can do anything that impressive, I'm just really hard to kill. Well, unless you nuke my nation or dissolve me or something then that's a different story. But, I can't say I can do anything like manipulate magnetic fields, that's amazing.

Large objects take more effort, but I can control them as well.

[He gives a shrug, and glazes over the other's talk of being a nation again.]

I'm glad it's appreciated. We'll see if it serves some use here.

With some of the things I've seen happen here I think it'll be incredibly useful. Although, you might want to arm yourself with a weapon I've seen some frightening things here.

[Erik looks at Canada, completely seriously.]

I am a weapon.

[A sad, true fact.]

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