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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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Get up. We're going to the CTS. [Omg Charles how does he put up with you. With Charles awake and talking, he's heading over to the dresser, rooting through the drawers for something of Charles'. They should probably mix up their clothes less, but. Well.]

Don't you dare go back to sleep.

[It's probably a good thing Erik makes the comment, because he definitely closed his eyes and started to get comfortable again once his friend's out of sight.]

I'm awake, I'm awake. [And he is hauling himself up, scrubbing his hands over his eyes and running them quickly through his hair to make it look less like a bird's nest. He is excited to see what else Erik can do with this new facet of his abilities, but. It's early. B(]

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[He probably would have pulled Charles up by his scruff had he fallen asleep again, so it's good for all involved.]

Go splash some water on your face. [He's already smiling, already excited.] Come on. I don't want an audience.

I'm fine. [He runs his hands through his hair again and yawns. The excitement's catching, and his control over his telepathy's fuzzy enough that there is definitely some bleed over going on. Although it can save a bit of time.]

Just throw me those, they're fine. [Meaning that shirt and those pants you just found/are holding.] You know I could keep people away from the CTS anyway. We could sleep in a little longer.

[He's teasing. ~~Mostly.~~]

And then you'd feel guilty all day. [He tosses both items at Charles' face with a smirk.]

I can't believe you're not used to waking early yet. Don't tell me Arthur tolerated late training.

He didn't, he just took it out on me by making sure I didn't walk away without being entirely black and blue. [Part of that sentence is being slightly interrupted by another yawn, but he's swapping his pajama top for the shirt and then quickly changing into his pants, which unfortunately requires getting out of bed. But he does it, and look, he's up and dressed and... needs shoes that aren't slippers, but. Baby steps.]

I'm almost surprised you didn't think I was being abused.

[Erik checks his hair in the mirror, brushing it back until he's satisfied with his appearance. When he glances back at Charles, he spots those slippers and snorts just a little.]

If you weren't being trained by King Arthur himself, I might have.

If that's your excuse, I'm not sure you know Arthur all that well. [But he says it good naturedly, because he did like Arthur, and he's not going to seriously badmouth him right now. (Sorry Morgana.)

Oh, and if you think you can judge his slippers after you're being all ridiculous about your hair.]

I'll go grab my shoes. I'll be right back.

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