Erik Lensherr | ( Magneto ) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
wecanavenge) wrote2013-10-29 07:47 pm
wecanavenge) wrote2013-10-29 07:47 pm
Entry tags:
- [comm] lastvoyages,
- a time bomb ticking away,
- actual table flipping,
- anger and pain are the keys,
- arbeit macht frei,
- children of the atom,
- don't fuck with my rules,
- flood: pocketful of soul,
- for none of your bones are broken,
- fuck this shit i'll kill those fucks,
- fuck you admiral,
- fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you,
- fucking empathy,
- it's better to die on your feet,
- it's better to live on your feet,
- might be a bad guy,
- might be a good guy,
- shark face always has to be angry,
- so far past the boiling point,
- than to die on your knees,
- than to live on your knees,
- through the glass,
- throw off the shackles of oppression,
- you can't take that from me
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[This is not the Erik anyone of this Barge has come to know. Something has shattered in him. He's graduated. The camera floats in front of him, held in the air by his mutation: the angle makes the cause of this change obvious. To one side, Charles' body lays, broken, bleeding; on the other lies Ben's, impaled by a dozen make shift spears. The area around them has been torn up by Erik's ripping panels and light fixtures and anything not metaphorically nailed down from their proper places.]
Charles is dead.
[There is weight in his voice, a heaviness laying on his head, but it doesn't break. He stays steady, out of necessity. Erik is not a defeatist: he is not giving up. He is making a choice.]
So is Ben.
[The camera floats ahead, and behind him, Charles' body rises in his wake, following. Ben is left in a pool of his own blood, abandoned. Erik heads for the stairs, brow furrowed - silent, but not done with the broadcast, not yet.
Along the way, bits of metal come to him, hovering on the peripheries.]
You're all so intent on killing each other. That's what it takes to graduate. [He's heading up, taking the stairs two at a time.] To have a second chance at life. All you have to do is destroy everything you hold dear.
[His throat tightens, compromising his calmness: everyone on board will feel the ship ripple just slightly.]
So be it, then. But I've had enough of this cock fighting.
[More metal is coming to him, faster, melding together around him.]
No more murder. No more pointless infighting. You're done.
[Ahead of him, the door to the deck slams open as he steps through; the angle changes, and he stops walking, but his forward momentum hasn't halted. He's floating. The bits of metal close behind and above him, forming a dome as he floats above the nightmare Arthas has made of the deck. It's open enough for him to be seen, but it's closing fast.
Another tremor runs through the Barge.]
When that door opens, there will be a new Admiral. And it's not going to be someone who doles out death like handshakes. We've all endured enough.
[He remembers Cuba, and he remembers the choices he made there. He knows the choices he's made here, and the one he's making now.] This will never happen again.
[The sphere closes, perfectly enclosed, and hangs above the deck. It will stay there, guarding or waiting, until the door opens.]
Charles is dead.
[There is weight in his voice, a heaviness laying on his head, but it doesn't break. He stays steady, out of necessity. Erik is not a defeatist: he is not giving up. He is making a choice.]
So is Ben.
[The camera floats ahead, and behind him, Charles' body rises in his wake, following. Ben is left in a pool of his own blood, abandoned. Erik heads for the stairs, brow furrowed - silent, but not done with the broadcast, not yet.
Along the way, bits of metal come to him, hovering on the peripheries.]
You're all so intent on killing each other. That's what it takes to graduate. [He's heading up, taking the stairs two at a time.] To have a second chance at life. All you have to do is destroy everything you hold dear.
[His throat tightens, compromising his calmness: everyone on board will feel the ship ripple just slightly.]
So be it, then. But I've had enough of this cock fighting.
[More metal is coming to him, faster, melding together around him.]
No more murder. No more pointless infighting. You're done.
[Ahead of him, the door to the deck slams open as he steps through; the angle changes, and he stops walking, but his forward momentum hasn't halted. He's floating. The bits of metal close behind and above him, forming a dome as he floats above the nightmare Arthas has made of the deck. It's open enough for him to be seen, but it's closing fast.
Another tremor runs through the Barge.]
When that door opens, there will be a new Admiral. And it's not going to be someone who doles out death like handshakes. We've all endured enough.
[He remembers Cuba, and he remembers the choices he made there. He knows the choices he's made here, and the one he's making now.] This will never happen again.
[The sphere closes, perfectly enclosed, and hangs above the deck. It will stay there, guarding or waiting, until the door opens.]
[Private]
[Private]
[But he isn't turning her down.]
Be safe.