Better to be hated... [open]

[token_vengeance]

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.

Comments

[i-luv-syrup.livejournal.com]

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.

[token_vengeance]

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.

[i-luv-syrup.livejournal.com]

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.

[token_vengeance]

[Erik looks at Canada, completely seriously.]

I am a weapon.

[A sad, true fact.]

[i-luv-syrup.livejournal.com]

Yes, but what if you're in an environment without any metal around and something organic attacks you? I guess you could use the iron in their blood if you could manipulate something that small.

But I really don't think you're a weapon as you say. Merely a person with an odd ability with the free will to choose how you use it. I can snap a persons arm clean in half without a problem but I won't do it because I don't want to, I'm a peaceful person. So, really, I don't find you threatening or dangerous as a weapon would be, just a person.

[Matt's always an optimist, as sad as it is he tries.]