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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Instead of information, Erik will find another mutant, but of a different variety - a very large variety, who is plodding along the hall. He waves a hand toward the man. "Hello!"

[Oh hey. There's a short blonde teenager walking by you. His name is Ed and if you can't tell he has metal on him there's something very wrong with you, Erik. His right arm and left leg are automail limbs - nice, shiny, very metallic prosthetics. Enjoy, sir. Ed gives him a small wave as he walks by. Stop him?]

Spain bumps into him around a corner, not really paying attention to where she's going. She's possibly a good 4 inches shorter than him even with her heels; glancing up, she's not so much annoyed but intrigued with this new face.

"Ah, hola, señor."

[Observe as a ridiculously short child in a floppy steepled hat just plods along, glowing yellow eyes looking here and there as he tries to make sense of the place. Oh hey, guy in a metal hat. Vivi's just gonna stare at the helmet curiously for a bit.]

[germany happens to be walking back from the library with a small pile of thick books. He drops one of the volumes, however. He sighs irritably and crouches to pick it up.]

[realizing he's momentarily blocked the corridor, he mumbles a quick, off hand apology as he picks up the book.] Entschuldigung.

And speaking of lab rats. Adorable ones, mind you. Charles is taking a round around the dorm level he's on again. He's still rather put out by there not being any ramps in the tower, much less an elevator he could use. Rather inconvenient and rude of their 'saviors' to bring someone like him here yet not construct their new home so he can get around.

It was completely possible there were others in his situation as well. It was rather demeaning to have to ask for people to cart him around the tower if he wanted to get around. Much less eat. He couldn't eat without someone bringing him to the first floor. How embarrassing. Already putting himself in a mood because of those reasons, he's wondering if he should ask someone about that. Going to eat. Maybe Molly would be interested in helping him again?

His train of thought almost causes him not to see the man wandering the halls with him. A man who he hadn't felt at all nearby. His chair rolls to a stop as he looks up blinking realizing there was someone in the hall with him and--- he feels his body stiffen, hands curl on the arms of his chair as he fears he might be going crazy. Seeing things.

"Erik...?" That damnable helmet and all, yes, it was him. There's a mix between disbelief and elation as he sees the other mutant. And fear.

Mary was heading in the opposite direction he was, hands folded in front of her as she walked. With the appearance of Yeshua, she was much more calm than she had been when she had awoken. It also gave her much more hope that perhaps her world wasn't as gone as she'd been lead to believe.

Her eyes were drawn to his helmet as she passed him, which drew her to what she could see of his face. And she could see his mood wasn't good. Mary wasn't the most courageous person in her world, she did what she had to when she had to so it took a moment for her to speak up.

"You seem upset. Have you just arrived?"

Erik frowned for a moment, unsure what this thing exactly was. It was unlike anything he'd ever encountered before, to say the least.

Giving a tentative wave, Erik moved forward, keeping his face neutral. "Another captive, I presume?"

[Erik senses Ed long before he actually sees him.

Watching curiously, he raises an eyebrow.]

A great deal of metal on someone so small.

[Tact isn't his strong suit.]

Erik lets out a breath. She clearly should have been watching where she is going, but he'll let it slide. He's been lost in his own thoughts as well.

"Hola, senorita." He slips easily into Spanish, giving her a slight nod. "Can you explain to me what this place is?"

He's going to go with the 'clueless' ruse; sadly it isn't that far off.

[ooc: For the sake of my sanity, assume everything he says now is in Spanish. My own Spanish is quite laughable.]

[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.]

[Erik answers easily in clipped German.]

It's all right.

[Germans always set him on edge--it had been his own people who had imprisoned him, tortured him...killed his friends and family.

But not all Germans were Nazis. He doesn't lump all people together, even if Charles thought he did.]

Anything of use in the Library?

[ooc: assume that everything he says from here on out is in German, please.]

Erik sensed the large hulk of metal rolling towards him before heard the voice. It didn't ping him as anything that he should trouble himself over. Bringing someone in a wheelchair here might have been difficult on the subject...but if you are going to experiment, you want to have all demographics represented.

But hearing his name, sounding through the corridor with familiar tone, a cold chill went rocketing down his spine. If he had truly cared to register anything but shock, he might have felt the sick sensation starting to roll in his stomach.

Turning on his heel quickly, Erik pressed his lips together in a tight line, drawing blood from his own cheek as he bit down, attempting to keep his face unreadable.

This...this was not what he expected to see when he saw Charles again. He had--

--he hadn't known. That this was the end result of Cuba.

His dearest friend, trapped in a chair.

Finally finding his voice, he flexed his hands at his sides, the only sign of his agitation.

"Charles."

He couldn't think of another thing to say.

Erik looked down at the young woman, quirking an eyebrow. "Is it that obvious?"

There is sarcasm in his tone, but it isn't directed towards her. This wasn't easy for him, to say the least. Everything in him wanted to act out, to move--but without a set goal, he knew that tearing down the tower around their ears would do little.

As much as he would like to.

It seemed they were both at a loss of words. Charles wished at the moment that he could have an ounce of Erik's powers so he could remove that helmet. So he could understand anything his friend might be thinking or feeling. Or to just be able to feel the brush of his mind, his consciousness. Like this it was as if there were a ghost standing before him.

The silence between them goes on for a moment, or more, he's not keeping track honestly. Charles won't move closer, but he won't back away. He has to do something.

"My friend," There is a forced smile, but the words sound pained as if he's not sure how to address him. Regardless of what happened at Cuba, of them splitting ways, he did not think of Erik as his enemy. He couldn't.

Charles can't believe Erik is here, "I thought I was alone."

There were no familiar minds here that he could feel, he'd tried many times to find those he knew. Hank, Alex and Sean. Raven. Moira. Even the mutants who had joined from Shaw's side. Azazel, Riptide and Angel. He'd even tried Emma. There were none he'd known here, none who he'd touched before.

[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.]

[Rose had been wandering the halls as per usual, a way to get exercise and pass the time during the long Tower days.
Her eyes lock in on the new man, eyebrow quirking upwards.]

Greetings. Interesting helmet you have, there. Are you new?

[Ed stops in his tracks, visibly tensing. He's curious to know how Erik knew that, but first he must take care of more important matters. Jackass went and called him small!]

Who the hell are you calling small?!

Oh, he speaks Spanish! Spain likes him already.

"This place is a tower of sorts," she explains, her hands gesturing as she speaks. "We don't know how or why, but it seems that our captors have taken us from our worlds, on the grounds of them being destroyed."

[ooc: Italics = Spanish. Don't worry, I'm not native, so my grasp of Spanish is limited as well. XD;;]

[What might catch Erik's attention is a little white blob that is wandering the corridor, sniffing the ground and some of the doors. Onve it gets closer he should notice it's a polar bear cub, a very fat and lazy one that wanders up to him and sits down staring up at him.]

"Food?"

[But what is more interesting is the voice calling various names coming up the stairs looking for said fat little bear. Don't mind either of them, their the most harmless things you'll meet in the tower.]

[Have another mutant!]

[Molly explores the whole tower daily, just in case something new happens, and often new things do show up!]

[She looks at him] You're new!

Well, that was a new response, but at least it wasn't violent. Fawkes nods at the man. "Yes - I suppose captive is a fitting term for those of us here."

[Erik raised his hands up slightly, smirking]

I meant no offense. Would it be better to say smaller?

[Erik is quite tall, after all.]

[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.]

[Erik ignores the comment on his helmet, and instead gives a nod.]

Just arrived a few moments ago.

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