Erik Lensherr | ( Magneto ) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
wecanavenge) wrote2012-06-13 10:52 pm
wecanavenge) wrote2012-06-13 10:52 pm
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[Spam for Wanda]
[Perhaps he should have pressed Brown for more details, but the simplicity of the situation was that he did not trust her. He did not trust many people on this ship, and he certainly didn't trust some human to have the best interests of his - of Wanda in mind. They were both children, still, and didn't matter to him that they had both been through things most children hadn't; but so had he. And he remembered being that age, too, even after everything he'd survived.
They were still children. And children needed looking after. If he hadn't believed that, he never would have pushed to train Alex and Sean and Hank. And Raven. He didn't want to think about her, now.
No, no he wanted to think about Wanda, and the last conversation they'd had. Months ago - months, and that was his failing, he was sure. He hadn't contacted her, he'd avoided her, because Anya still filled his thoughts, still featured in his nightmares. She was the daughter he had memories of, the daughter who had drawn pictures for him and taken her first wobbling steps into his arms, and laughed when he tickled her.
But she hadn't looked so different from Wanda, really, and it was easy to take those memories (memories that weren't even his, but memories he refused to let fade, memories he did not want to lose, even though sometimes he desperately did), and imagine that Wanda's father held them, too. Which made him wonder, constantly, constantly, what had gone wrong. What would he have done in that world, if he'd had his powers and Anya was a mutant? He still can't conceive of a situation where making his daughter a prisoner, abandoning her to the childhood he'd had, would ever be an option.
His stomach clenched at the thought, and not for the first time, as he made his way to Wanda's door. She didn't want to see him, but he had to know what was wrong with her. So he knocked.]
[Video]
[And here is flood!affected Erik, who escaped the Holocaust, who was never tortured or experimented on by Shaw. He can't really control his powers, but he's kind of a chill guy, now, and that isn't actually a problem. He only sort of notices the dampening effect that's on him. So when the video flicks on, he's smiling, looking fairly pleasant and very very curious.]
Hello, I'm Erik Lensherr. I'm a graduate student at Yale, pursuing a degree in genetics. And this - well this isn't the vacation to Hawaii I'd been hoping for, but I'm not certain I can complain, really. The view is utterly spectacular. [He pauses, looking around the room - because this Erik has never been to Charles' mansion upstate.] Are all the accommodations as lavish as this? It's much more than I'm used to, really. I'm afraid I could get used to it.
((OOC: Yup, Flood!Erik had Shaw picked out of his life, so he's actually a very chill, easy going guy. He'll be your best pal for the next few days. And then hate you for it.
[Perhaps he should have pressed Brown for more details, but the simplicity of the situation was that he did not trust her. He did not trust many people on this ship, and he certainly didn't trust some human to have the best interests of his - of Wanda in mind. They were both children, still, and didn't matter to him that they had both been through things most children hadn't; but so had he. And he remembered being that age, too, even after everything he'd survived.
They were still children. And children needed looking after. If he hadn't believed that, he never would have pushed to train Alex and Sean and Hank. And Raven. He didn't want to think about her, now.
No, no he wanted to think about Wanda, and the last conversation they'd had. Months ago - months, and that was his failing, he was sure. He hadn't contacted her, he'd avoided her, because Anya still filled his thoughts, still featured in his nightmares. She was the daughter he had memories of, the daughter who had drawn pictures for him and taken her first wobbling steps into his arms, and laughed when he tickled her.
But she hadn't looked so different from Wanda, really, and it was easy to take those memories (memories that weren't even his, but memories he refused to let fade, memories he did not want to lose, even though sometimes he desperately did), and imagine that Wanda's father held them, too. Which made him wonder, constantly, constantly, what had gone wrong. What would he have done in that world, if he'd had his powers and Anya was a mutant? He still can't conceive of a situation where making his daughter a prisoner, abandoning her to the childhood he'd had, would ever be an option.
His stomach clenched at the thought, and not for the first time, as he made his way to Wanda's door. She didn't want to see him, but he had to know what was wrong with her. So he knocked.]
[Video]
[And here is flood!affected Erik, who escaped the Holocaust, who was never tortured or experimented on by Shaw. He can't really control his powers, but he's kind of a chill guy, now, and that isn't actually a problem. He only sort of notices the dampening effect that's on him. So when the video flicks on, he's smiling, looking fairly pleasant and very very curious.]
Hello, I'm Erik Lensherr. I'm a graduate student at Yale, pursuing a degree in genetics. And this - well this isn't the vacation to Hawaii I'd been hoping for, but I'm not certain I can complain, really. The view is utterly spectacular. [He pauses, looking around the room - because this Erik has never been to Charles' mansion upstate.] Are all the accommodations as lavish as this? It's much more than I'm used to, really. I'm afraid I could get used to it.
((OOC: Yup, Flood!Erik had Shaw picked out of his life, so he's actually a very chill, easy going guy. He'll be your best pal for the next few days. And then hate you for it.
SIIIIGH
I'm sorry :c
[And he's shutting off the network feed abruptly. c:]
I always believed I couldn't be the only one in the world.
no don't be :c
[WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS.
NO SERIOUSLY. WHAT IS HAPPENING IN HIS HEAD Erik's shaking the device a little and just standing very. still.
No seriously Charles what the fuck is happening he doesn't understand D: So he's speaking aloud into his room.]
...What?
well okay then
Don't panic, it's just my ability. Like yours. I'm coming over, I want to talk with you.
[And there's a knock on the door like. A few seconds later. He's very excited. :c]
c:
I don't-- [Except he does and damn he is nervous now, and there are things shaking all around the room and sob. He never really learned how to control it. At the knock, he hesitates a long moment, trying to breathe regularly and staring desperately at a trembling stapler, willing it to sit. still. And when it finally, finally does, he opens the door, all kinds of uncertain.]
<3 c:
He's a little nervous too, but the enthusiasm is totally overwhelming it, because oh my god, there's someone else out there like him and just. ;;]
It's wonderful to meet you, Erik. Or, Mr. Lensherr, I suppose. Which do you prefer?
<3!
Still, he shakes Charles' hand and, okay, maybe he's a little excited, too.]
Ah - Erik, Erik is fine. Charles, was it - you have gifts too.
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I've been able to since I was young, and I always hoped there were other people out there with abilities like me. And here you are. I can't believe it.
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I didn't - I never thought there were others. I thought I was the only one. [And he is fucking dumbfounded. :c]
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Well, I guess we're not alone after all. [And that is just. Awesome. In so many ways. :c] This is incredible, come, tell me about yourself.
[He gestures that Erik should follow him and take a seat in one of the chairs in the room, because it is technically his house, after all. Even if they're on same weird cruise ship in space thing.]
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I suppose you could simply read my mind for this, but I was born in Germany. Nuremberg, actually. May family...[He trails off, because they didn't all get out, despite his urging.] I escaped to Poland, when things grew ugly there, and from there to America. I always thought...something must be wrong with me. No one else can do what I can. For the longest time, I didn't know if it was a gift, or a curse.
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He's caught glimpses of his life when he'd been probing him, but hearing it is good, too, and he nods, understanding immediately what that felt like and empathizing more than he could put into words.]
When it first started for me, I thought I was going insane. Strange voices in my head, saying things no one was saying out loud? It's like something out of a comic book.
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Have you told anyone else? Or has anyone ever found out?
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No - no. I thought I'd wind up an experiment.
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I was more worried about being put in a mental facility, honestly.
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I'd think this is an instance when I'd rather be disbelieved.
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He looks around the room, curious and assessing. He recognizes it, but it's still strange to see after being away from this place for so long.]
Why do you suppose you wound up in my family's old house? I haven't been back here in ages.
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[Between studying and not really liking his family all that much at all, it was more awesome to stay on campus. Also jetting back and forth to New York and England is kind of insane.]
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