towerofanimus | 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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The nation sighs, shaking her head. She wants to not believe it, but she has seen what it was like outside of the tower.

"I don't, but they have proven it by leaving me in a wasteland." She touches her collar instinctively, remembering the emotions of that day. "It was horrible... I can't feel my people or my land anymore..."

"Just because this place has a wasteland does not mean our world is a wasteland. There isn't correlation."

He frowns, raising an eyebrow. "An empath, then?"

It is the only logical explanation he can come up with, considering what she is speaking about.

"No, sir. I am a country. The country of Spain, to be precise."

She hopes he is able to give her the benefit of a doubt.

Erik frowns for a moment, then laughs.

"No, really, who are you."

Spain allows herself a small sad laugh, knowing exactly how he'd react.

"I wish to say that I'm bluffing, but I'm not." She looks up at him again, shaking her head. "I will never lie, but if you don't believe me, I won't force you to. You may call me Isabel if you wish."

So he was now trapped in a tower with insane people. Wonderful.

"You have no way to prove if you lie one way or another. So I will take Isabel. My name is Erik."

"Erik, hm?" Her smile grows a little fond, and she touches him on the arm gently. "You speak pretty fluent Spanish for a non-native. Travel a lot?"

Erik manages not to shake her off his arm despite not liking to be touched. Instead, he nods, giving her a small smirk. "To say the least. I find it easier to travel if I know the language of the country."

Spain nods, looking wistful as she remembers her own travels back when she was a younger nation, a few centuries ago. "That's a good mindset. Travel is better if you know their language. Though, sometimes, if they don't have a language, it's up to you to teach them."

"I suppose so. I speak English, Spanish, French and German." He shrugs slightly, "Though I question the need to teach a people anything."

"When one discovers a new land, Erik, there comes a period when one's culture and language assimilates into theirs." She looks up at him again. "This is why Latin America exists. They are my children."

"...You're insane."

Erik shrugs and states it plainly and frankly. She may fully believe she's Spain, but in his mind, it's utterly ridiculous and implausible.

She shrugs. Since coming to the tower she realised that not everyone will believe her, so she doesn't expect Erik to believe her that easily too.

"If you insist. However, if you do wish to question me regarding the truth, feel free to ask anything of my past."

"I'm not, actually." Unlike some people who might want to indulge in questions, find out more information...Erik just wants information on the current situation. Knowing other people is secondary. He isn't here to make friends, to say the least.

"Tell me about this place. Everything you know. About the people who run it."

"This... tower. It takes people from their home worlds." She sighs, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear before she continues. "The worlds are supposedly destroyed, and we are 'saved' in that sense. However, we are collared like lesser beings, with a color code that no one knows as of yet."

She points to her own collar, the violet liquid in it a contrast against her tanned skin. "What I know is that, Nations like me have a violet tinged collar, while others can have orange, yellow, colours of the rainbow, basically."

Erik frowns, rolling over the information in his head. The color coding itself brings back too many memories; the Nazis were incredibly fond of coding people according to their abilities and genetic make up.

"What happens if you try to remove them?"

"I have never tried, but I have heard rumours that bad things will happen."

She shakes her head again, looking up with a smile. "Also, we cannot escape. No matter how hard we try."

"Rumors are usually made to keep people from trying things that are necessary."

Erik doesn't smile back, his eyes hard. "No, it simply means you haven't tried hard enough."

"Perhaps they are. But I would rather keep my sanity intact."

Sighing, Spain looks away, biting her lip even as the smile on her face dims slightly. "I should take my leave, Erik. My duty is in half an hour."

"Duty?"

Were they meant to have jobs here as well?

"Yes. I am in charge of cleaning the windows."

"You allow them to enslave you even more?"

Spain bites harder on her lower lip, looking up at him with bright green eyes. "I had to find something to occupy my time instead of idling around doing nothing, Erik," she says softly, hands clenched into fists. "I won't die, not now, but I do not want to waste my time doing nothing."

"You should be using your time to try and escape, to find a way to get out--not by washing windows!" Erik steps in closer to her, looking down hard. Windows--pathetic.

She glares back up at him, unafraid. "You think I haven't tried?" She pokes him on the chest, frowning. "There was once, for some strange reason, they left me in some... wasteland. There was nothing left, Erik. I couldn't feel anything, no one was around. There was nothing left outside of this tower."

Edited 2011-10-15 05:13 (UTC)

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