towerofanimus | Is This Home?

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Is This Home?

Characters: anyone who got sent "home", anyone going to rescue them
Setting: your world?
Format: any
Summary: Post your nightmare world! Travel to other nightmare worlds! Save people from nightmare worlds!
Warnings: general angst/horror warnings for now

There's a bright flash of light and a screech of sound before you pop back into existence in familiar territory. Maybe something's off about it, though...

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It was certainly disappointing to go through the door from his dream, or personal hell, whatever, and end up not back at the tower. Not that the tower was exactly where he wanted to be, but better than what they had to deal with in these dreams. Maybe.

But he'll nod to Erik, already working on it. There are 'people' here. He can feel minds, many of them, like with the CIA in his dream. They feel real, and he searches through them, looking for anything about the tower. Trying to figure out who is here.

And there. Finally he feels a familiar mind, worries of friends and wondering about the tower.

"Molly." His eyes open as he lowers his fingers from the side of his temple, looking up at Erik.

"It's Molly, she's here, Erik." And now he's glad they've arrived here. He's glad they found her.

"I can get a location on her, but we have to find her quickly, who knows what could happen here."

Molly is sitting in rubble, the rubble that she thinks used to be her house. She was hoping that if the world was overrun by super villains that they would leave the houses of other super villains alone. She quickly learned that's not the case. Then again, this may not be her house. But she thinks it is and that's all that's important.

She bites her lip in concentration, trying to remember the location of her friends houses and all the places they ever used as bases. Maybe they were there, maybe they left clues of where to find them. They may not have come to rescue her in the tower, but she was going to rescue them here.

"...Right."

Erik knew that Molly wasn't the biggest fan of his, but frankly, he didn't care. In this situation--mutants needed to stick together.

He kept walking in the direction Charles had directed, but didn't call out--no point in drawing attention to them unduly.

But then, there she was, sitting in a pile of rubble, looking more than a bit pathetic.

Erik let out a breath. He was too hard on her--she was a child who had tried to make the world into something it wasn't; sunshine and rainbows. So this? Was definitely the lesson Erik had wanted her to learn. Just not in this way.

Looking at Charles for a moment, he nodded at her. "Hello, Molly."

Charles rolls up beside Erik, as best he can. Rubble and rougher terrain are not friends of his wheels by any means.

"Molly, we're here to help you, to get you out of here." He'll try to start gently, figuring just out right telling her that it's all a facade, a lie, would not go over well. Charles can feel that she's distressed, thinking of friends, and not the ones from the tower either.

"We can search for you friends, but we have to leave here. It's not safe."

She looks up at them first she looks happy to see them but then distrust flashed before her eyes. They were wrong, the Professor X and Magneto of her time were old men, there's no reason that the young ones she met in the tower should be here. Unless someone read her mind and knew they were closest link to her world that she had left.

"Go away, you're not real. You just wanna take me to the bad place and kill me," her eyes start glowing pink, "Well I won't let you!"

Erik lets out a breath, forcing himself to calm down. He'd forcefully take her out of this place if he has to, but the metal-bender knows that it wouldn't end well, so instead, he'll attempt to reason with her.

This is what happens when he works with Charles. Reduced to reasoning with a little girl. He should have brought lolipops.

"Molly, we're very real. Do you really think we would look like this, if we weren't? We'd look like the old men you know. There was a door in the Tower--it led me to Charles. Another door led us to you."

Charles had been attempting to not be as blunt with her, fearing she wouldn't believe them, but it seemed she didn't from the get go. He wasn't so sure Erik was helping or making matters worse.

"Erik is telling the truth, the tower has some how done this to us, we aren't really sure how or why, but we're here and we can't just leave without you." He'll wheel in closer to her, cautious, but he wants to show her she has nothing to fear.

Slowly he'll extend a hand out to her.

"We work as a team, right? All of us."

She shakes her head, "No! You're lying to me! You just want me to think that I can go back to the tower and that everyone is actually alive but they're not! Nothing's here anymore and my team isn't a team anymore because they're dead. I'm not going anywhere." Tears welled up in her eyes but she's too proud to let them fall in front of them.

She's too stubborn to see anything except what's around her, Charles and Erik just aren't real.

Charles, so help me god I'm going to take metal, wrap it around her, and drag her out of here if you can't make her see reason.

Erik let out a breath, trying to stay calm more, despite the annoyance bubbling up. "Molly, they might be dead, or not. But not here. This isn't real. You know what?"

He puts up a hand, then looks at Charles. "You can sort this out. If she's going to be a big baby about this, we don't need her. We're fine on our own."

Erik turns away, and starts to walk. It's his attempt at trying to snap her out--he doesn't mean all he says...but her angry, her following them? Would be better than her wallowing.

Erik-!

He doesn't approve of how Erik is going about things, but he can see why he's doing it. Still.

"... Molly." Charles says to her, but his eyes follow Erik, who's walking away.

"Molly how do you know your team is dead? What proof do you have? We can find them, but you need to come with us, we can't find everyone on our own. You know them and we don't so please, come with us."

She just keeps shaking her head, "How is this not real? It feels real! I want it to be fake but-" she just starts to cry about the whole situation. "Some of the people told me that all the heroes are dead. Why would they lie to me!"

When Erik starts to walk away she finally stands up, "Don't leave me here alone!" she runs towards him and clings to his leg, still crying.

Well that had worked well, hadn't it?

A bit too well, if Erik has anything to say about it.

Looking at the crying girl now clinging to his leg quite pathetically, he lets out a sigh.

"You either believe us, and stay, or believe us, and come."

He offers a hand to her.

"If you want to come with us, you can sit in Charles's lap.

He is not carrying her.

And as much as Charles hated to admit, Erik's way of things had worked better than his own. Still it didn't mean he approved of how Erik had gone about things.

"Molly it's alright, we won't leave you. Come here." He'll hold his hand out to her as well, sending a gentle reassurance to her mind that they would not leave her.

She pouts at both of them as she lets go of Erik's legs, "I can walk by myself, I'm not a baby!" Molly does take both of their hands though and she holds on to them tightly as if they were going to disappear at any moment and she would be alone again.

"Where are we going?"

Erik sighs and squeezes her hand back anyways. They must look like some bizarre family.

"We're looking for a door." He doesn't look down at her, but over at Charles for a moment, then forward.

"We went through one, and it took us to you. So we're hoping the next takes us back to the Tower."

"Erik is correct. It seems a bit odd, to just be looking for a random door, but it is how we found you in the first place. While the one we may find could lead us to another ah 'dream', we can hope it brings us back to the tower." As odd as it was to want to be back there. If anything Charles had to wonder if this was some ploy to make them like the tower better than wanting to escape, to fight back and go back home.

"But we will deal with the possibilities as we get to them." And there's a reassuring squeeze of Molly's hand as he rolls along with them.

Molly looks between the two of them, "You came here through a door? What if we find another door and it doesn't lead back to the tower? What if it leads to dinosaurs instead!" This is a legitimate concern.

"...dinosaurs?" Erik raises an eyebrow, but gives a shrug of his shoulders. "Then we deal with it. It's not the best way to handle the situation, but it's the only way we've found. We try doors until we find our way out. Worrying about what might be on the other side will only slow us down."

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