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.
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What sort of responsibilities, may I ask?
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The world's never going to run out of scum to eliminate.
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