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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"There is no shame in being a mutant. It simply means one with a mutation." Erik smirked. "I'm one myself."

"So you are like some of the others here. That is fine, but where I am from, others like myself have made themselves terrors and monsters to the populace. They do horrible things in the name of furthering our numbers. I would prefer to not be associated with them." Fawkes looks rather disgusted as he brings up his kin, then shakes his head.

"Others?" Erik raised an eyebrow, latching on to the early part of the conversation first. If there were others, that meant that his mutants could be there, possibly.

He chose to ignore the other statements, however. It hit close to home, reminding him of what Charles must now think of him--a terror to the populace at large.

But perhaps he was. He was created to be a monster, hadn't he? And he was bound and determined to show the humans exactly what mutants were capable of, if threatened.

"Yes, a man in a wheelchair, and a young girl with hats." Apologies, Molly and Charles - Fawkes does not have magical karma detectors in this world.

"Do you know their names?" Neither were familiar to Erik by description; he had never known Emma, Angel, or Raven to wear hats, and he had yet to meet a mutant in a wheelchair.

Fawkes grunts a bit, thinking for just a moment before he answers. "The girl was Molly. A child. The man was Charles."

That hits him straight in the gut, his face tightening immediately. "Charles. Charles Xavier?"

It couldn't be him. Impossible.

"I... Regret that I do not know. I did not get a last name when we spoke. I apologize."

"It's fine...you probably wouldn't think of it. Do you remember his ability? His mutation." Erik is trying to keep the slight edge of desperation out of his voice.

He isn't sure if he wants Charles here or not, considering the terms they left on.

"Hmm... I do not believe that it came up in the conversation. He seemed more fascinated by me, so he was the one asking questions." A sigh. "Again, I apologize."

"Don't apologize, it's fine." It sounds like Charles...every aspect. Letting out a breath, trying not to let the other how damn interested he is in the situation, he speaks again. "Do you know where he is residing?"

"Hmn..." Fawkes rubs his chin a bit. "Based on when he showed up, on the second dormitory floor somewhere, in one of the even-numbered rooms. Not very specific, but better to search ten rooms rather than forty. He is someone important to you, I take it?"

"...it's complicated." Erik gives a bit of a shrug. Signifying that Charles is important to him is true, completely. But he isn't going to talk to a complete stranger, mutant or not, about it.

"I appreciate your assistance."

A grunt, then a nod. "You are welcome!"

A pause.

"Ah! I forgot to introduce myself - I am Fawkes."

"Erik." He gave the other mutant a nod back. "Hopefully we can work together to find a way out of here."

He was looking allies, not friends; he didn't want to stay long enough to need to make friends.

Fawkes nodded. "I am in agreement!" Fawkes would like to make friends, but allies are okay as well.

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