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[The video clicks on, showing an uncertain eye and not much else, because the video is held much too close. The camera flips and jostles a few times, before it's held back enough to see a young boy. He looks much younger than he really is, rake thin in a very unhealthy way, but still more than skin and bones. He's pale, and he's scared. When he speaks, it's all in German; which, usefully, is the only language he knows.]

H-hallo? [Tosh has already assured him that Herr Doktor is not around and there won't be any tests of any kind today but...he isn't entirely convinced and is more than a little nervous to direct more attention to himself. So he's hesitant, but tentatively giving into some curiosity?] Is this one of the SS buildings? [He pans the camera around the room quickly; partially visible, as he tries to gesture with his other hand, is the silver helmet he holds.] I have never been here before.

[And he heads to a couch, looking uncomfortable, but...maybe a little pleased. This is more comfort than he's known in - well, ever. He manages a little smile, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes, and falters at the edges.] It's very nice. Thank you for letting me stay here.

[His attention drops back to the helmet, now in his lap, and he holds it up for the camera after a moment - the look on his face says he probably shouldn't play with it and he's sorry, but he's drawn to it nonetheless.] Does this belong to someone?

(OOC: And tags will come from

einzweidrei because I'm a bad person. :c Blanket content warning, again, for possibly in depth discussion of the Holocaust.]

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[Because this is the asshole you're pretty much responsible for, normally. That's why. And this is really weird.]

Yeah, uh. No. Not at- I'm kind of the opposite of the "grownup who's supposed to look after you". I'm the anti-babysitter. I'm the guy who'll strap you to a flying chair and take you for a spin and make you promise not to tell your parents.

[He hesitates for just a moment, then nods quickly. It's freedom - it's more freedom than he's had in years, in he-doesn't-know-how-long. And he likes it.]

Yes. Yes, that sounds okay.

[He could practically see it. They would walk out of the gate his parents had first disappeared behind, the gate he'd bent and disfigured, and they would leave everyone. Everyone, from both camps, they would walk out to their freedom.

Erik is crying when he takes Charles' hand, and he doesn't even feel ashamed. He nods, throat too tight to speak for a long moment.]

Together, [he manages.]

[....What. Whaaaat what.]

Why?

[It's close enough that he can mostly understand, but it still unnerves him, just a little, and he peers uncertainly into the camera.]

What? What's your name?

[Charles is smiling hard enough it almost hurts and he holds on tightly. They're not alone, they have each other and Raven and there had to be others out there like them, and after they got everyone out of the camps, they could find them and they'd never have to be alone again.] Together.

[He grins wider, if that's even possible, and the solemnity fades quickly from his expression as he carefully tugs Erik along after him.]

Come on, do you want to take the elevator or the stairs?

[And Erik follows with a little stumble, but he's quick to get his feet under him again.] Um--

[He looks down the hall, eying the elevator. Tosh took him up the stairs, and now that he's looking at the elevator, he sees why.] The stairs.

Alright. [And just like that, Charles is heading towards the stairs, glancing back at Erik even though he knows he's still following.] What's the rest of the ship like?

[ A small boy was watching the video feed but sadly he only knows English and Gaelic outside of chruch a bit of Latin.]

'Ello...? [ He tries awkwardly anyway, he's got quite the heavy brogue. Language barriers suck.]

Delphine von Uberwald. [Again, that air of superiority inherent in the name; like anyone should recognize it.] Who you, little something? What SS?

[There's some excitement, then, and his face brightens a little. He takes the lead, pulling Charles along with him, hitting the stairs and taking them as quickly as he could manage.]

There's a deck at the top, and stars, but not like at ho me - you have to see it--

[And he realized Charles didn't have to wait till they got there, so he just thought the deck at his new friend, picturing it, and remembering how startled and awed he'd been.]

[He knows tones like that, and it makes him uncertain, gives him pause. Maybe he should just stop talking to her now, but...]

Erik Lensherr. The SS - the Schutzstaffel? You don't know the SS?

[They totally do, but that's what new psychic friends are for, amirite.]

Hallo? Wie ist Ihr Name?

[ He smiled brightly understanding pretty much what Erik was saying, drunk relatives made deciphering messed up English pretty normal for him. So he figured he just needed to take it slow. TotallyCharlesrules]

Francis, like the saint. What's yer's?

Edited 2012-10-23 17:07 (UTC)

[It isn't too hard to puzzle out, and Erik carefully smiles a little more, still hesitant because that is his life.] Erik.

[Said psychic friend is now butting in because that is what Charles does.] I'm Charles. Francis is my middle name.

[Charles lets Erik pull him along, gasping with surprise at the images, because holy cow, has he mentioned he loves science? Because he does, and that is pretty much the most amazing thing he's ever seen, even if he hasn't actually seen it yet.]

How can we breathe? I thought there wasn't air in space. [But he doesn't sound disbelieving so much as just surprised and excited, and he hurries along after his friend.]

I don't know, [and he's panting now because seriously he is not in great condition for running up stairs and weren't they going to find food?] But we can. It's amazing.

[Right, right, he was getting ahead of himself. The deck was still going to be there in a few minutes, it wasn't like it was going anywhere. He ground to a halt, looking at his friend in concern.] Erik, stop.

Food first. We're not far. [He carefully offered the way there up to the other boy, not forcing it into his mind, letting him decide to take it and lead the way or not.]

It's nice to meet you Erik.

[ He blinks and smiles a bit more at the new boy.]

Nice to meet you too Charles, Francis is me middle name too! My first name be Allen but no one uses it. I kind of don't care for it anyway. [ Little bonding things, same middle name, awesome start.]

Edited 2012-10-23 19:18 (UTC)

Yes. She'll be cross when she finds out I got to come here and she didn't.

[Not that he really had any control over this or anything, and she was going to be even madder when he left to help Erik and everyone else escape, but there was really no helping that.]

Let's hope you don't have to get too much practice in while you're here.

Maybe, but I bet she'll be more happy that you came out okay. [Jean can say that with a bit of confidence, at least. She's a sister, after all.

And there's that pang of loneliness, again. She doesn't even see Sara much at home, but at least she can call whenever she wants.]

Should I? Doesn't it something important.

[He was winded, but he stopped - though he did glance a little forlornly up the stairs. But his stomach clenched painfully, and maybe that was a good idea. So he nodded, only a little reluctantly, and changed course to head for the mess hall instead.]

We'll go up after.

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