It wasn't long. [And he showed early, because sometimes his excitement is irrepressible, even boyish, though never for long. He turns to watch as the room adjusts itself; it had been all metal, faintly reminiscent of Cerebro's dome, with a long hall leading off into a building. With Ivy in the room, it shifts. Some of the metal is traded for greenery, and the building ahead that had looked so modern and streamlined, now looks more like a barn. Considerably less metal, but Erik can still feel it.
In any case, his reason for being here was to do more than - how had Anya put it? - juggle ferrous metals.
He gestures with a sharp smile toward the entrance.]
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In any case, his reason for being here was to do more than - how had Anya put it? - juggle ferrous metals.
He gestures with a sharp smile toward the entrance.]
After you.