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[Spam for Charles]

[Back on board, Erik is exhausted. Too much was taken out of him, in taking down Creed, but there's a little smile on his face. Erik knew he was powerful, knew he to lift massive objects, stop missiles, he knew he was strong. But he never realized how far that could one day extend, and the part of his mind that is always reaching, always striving is excited and whirring, exhausted or otherwise.

He makes sure that Rogue gets to the infirmary, and leaves Charles to his own shower, for once heading to the inmate showers instead of waiting. Lifting his arms to push soap out of his hair is a feat, but he manages, just as he manages to get back to his room. In clean clothes and with a damp head, he all but collapses into his bed, grateful for its comfort.

And as much as he'd like to, he can't sleep, thoughts too busy chasing themselves around his head.]

[Private separately to Alex, Anya, Raven, Ivy]

Are you all right? [He's tense, tired, but he needs to know they got back safe.]

[Private to Jean]

[This is harder, because he hates, hates that he couldn't prevent what happened to her, hates that she was one of the ones to suffer.]

How are you feeling?

[Private to Kelsier]

I'm sorry I couldn't come for you. [Awkward, a little, because how do admit he cares without admitting he cares.]

[Private to Barbara]

[Nope this is even more awkward.] He was taken care of.

[Private to Zane]

[He's a little more hesitant, but he did tell Charles he'd try. Besides, at least in this, they have something in common.]

I thought I'd put him down permanently. But well done, dealing with him.

[Private separately to Vin and Marsh]

[There's a lot of hesitation before he says to hell with it and puts this one out: might as well collect all you Mistborn folk.] How did you make out?

[Open spam in the CTS]

[A few days after returning to the Barge, when the exhaustion has ebbed and Erik feels like himself again, he can't put off the excitement anymore. He hasn't pushed himself very hard, here; he hasn't had to. Since Raven gave him the glitter, it's been on his mind, but only in port did he realize just how far he could be pushing himself. And he intends to push hard, as hard as he can, now.

In the CTS, he's bouncing on the balls of his feet, eager to test these new limits. He had known them, once, but they keep changing, evolving (he likes how that sounds), and there is so much more he can do with magnetism than throwing metal around. That's easy: he's here to practice something much more difficult.

Electricity crackles through the air; it's like the weather itself is attacking him, not terribly unlike the port they just left. But that's all right; that's what Erik wants. He just needs to figure out how to conduct it without that almighty anger. So far, he's just been shocked a lot.]

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How did it feel?

Exhausting. Amazing.

[Her smile grows broader, more genuine.]

There's nothing quite like realizing for the first time that you can reach deeper than you ever have before.

I thought I knew my limits, but I'm starting to wonder if I've barely scraped the surface. [He sounds tired, but there's ambition there, too. Anya has called her father a god, and while he has no goals that extend quite that far, he'd never thought he was capable of that kind of power. And now that he's had a brush, he wants it.]

And you've no reason not to continue exploring.

I'll be giving the CTS another chance, I think.

I'd like to join you there sometime. It's been a while since I've been able to let off some steam.

I'd like to see that. [Since he's nearly certain that her blowing of steam is anyone else's very impressive violence.]

[ t o t e s ]

I assume your Warden's allowing you up there. Does he let you have playdates?

He likes to invite himself to his own. It would be selfish of him to refuse.

I'll be there in an hour or so.

I'll see you then.

[As usual, getting above decks isn't much of a problem beyond watching and waiting, and she knows Erik'll be there to let her in when she gets upstairs.

She arrives a few minutes past the hour, entirely ready to burn off some of the more violent urges she had to suppress during port for the sake of not killing Banner in the messiest way possible.]

Sorry to keep you waiting.

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.]

After you.

Thank you.

[The moment she sets foot on the bare earth beyond the doorway, she can feel it, the Green singing all around her. Not as intense as it is at home but certainly moreso than the CES, which gives her a shadow of it at best. She feels like she's in her seat of power here, in an environment she can put to her own uses.

There's murmuring sounds in the distance, like something approaching, but she can't place it or feel it through the plants. The vines around her wrists start to grow and writhe in readiness.]

So what should I be expecting?

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