( spam for Charles )

( Content warning for Holocaust discussion and imagery. )

[Spam for Megamind]

[He needs to clear his head, desperately. The post helped, but the anger is still there, will always be there, he thinks, because he hadn't told everything. He hadn't said a word about Shaw, about the experiments. He hadn't mentioned the Vanquish, though it might have driven the point home; those were things he didn't want to face, publicly. Not yet. So he's walking, avoiding people and eye contact, though his posture is probably enough to put most off.

But he sees a flash of blue as he passed the lab, and Erik's gait slows and pauses for a breath. Megamind, who he wanted little than to punch yesterday. He doesn't know what it is that turns him around, that makes him lengthen his stride.]

Stop.

[When the camera clicks on, there's just the Cloverfield/Blair Witch Project effect: everything is shaky and slow to focus. The feed shows one of the suites, and the movement blurs things over - is that confetti on the floor, or just dust? Is the drapery meant to be that red, or was something splattered there? But there isn't long to dwell on those mysteries, because the camera finally focuses on Erik. His eyes are wide, and a little wild; at first the camera is too close as he shifts his grip on the device, and that's all there is to see: very wide, very angry eyes.]

Shh, [he says sharply, pulling the communicator back again. The door into the hall is behind him, and wide open.] Can you hear it?

[Maybe you'll hear nothing. It's faint, certainly, and Erik scowls, glancing around.] Shh, shh!

[And then, just maybe, you'll hear a song drifting up. It's old, decades old, but he recognizes it. His eyes leave the device, and he stares at something off screen for a moment. Then he lets go of the communicator, and for a moment, the camera is in free fall - but it lifts again, steadier this time, without Erik's hand holding it. It hovers in front of him again. Behind him, the door is closed.

Some of the anger clears from his face, and as the song gets louder - for him, at least, he joins in the verse.]

Il me dit des mots d’amour
Des mots de tous les jours
Et ça me fait quelque chose

Il est entré dans mon coeur
Une part de bonheur
Dont je connais la cause.

[For a moment, everything is still and (mostly) quiet. Then the anger floods back, and Erik waves his hand; the communicator is thrown across the room, where it falls, propped up against the wall. It has a good view of the suite, and of the damage Erik is doing to it. Mirrors shatter as their metal frames twist in on themselves, drawers with metal runners launch themselves out of dressers and desks, the room seems to destroy itself. And Erik steps into the frame amid the wreckage, pointing at - well. At what might be nothing, or what might be a man in a silver helmet.]

You son of a bitch! You son of a bitch, you turn it off!

[He sweeps his arms wildly, and cracks appear along the ceiling; dust filters down on the communicator, and then there is nothing as beams fall on it.]

( [Spam for Charles] )

( [Spam for Tosh] )

(OOC: Lyrics translation: 'He speaks to me words of love/Words of every day/And it makes me something/He has entered my heart/A place of happiness/Of which I understand the reason.' For maximum dear God why-ness. The German is 'You and I are going to have a lot of fun together.')

[People have been taken, by now; not Erik, he was able to make it back before getting nabbed, but enough. And let's be real, he's only actually concerned about one person, here. Charles is not around the Barge, and Erik is Not Happy. When the video clicks on, he even looks downright outraged.]

Once more the Admiral's deposited us in the middle of devastation and hostility. Worse, he's seen fit to strip those of us who are more than human of our gifts, beyond the limits of the Barge.

[This is the only PSA he's giving. Because he's still furious that he couldn't just rip apart those land rovers.]

These...creatures have taken people. I'm not waiting here to see if the Admiral will think to retrieve them before he decides to leave. [So he's...implying that maybe they'll be left behind, but he's talking about running out there and being left behind himself, if that's the case. Logic!!]

I'm going. Anyone with weapons is welcome to join me. [Since...he has none. But whatever his anger is his weapon, duh.]

Four days of freedom, and we're dragged back kicking and screaming, like children gone astray.

[He pauses, and though he sounds calm, there's a lot of anger bubbling beneath that facade.]

I spent a lifetime trapped by the ideals of other men. When I first came to America, they promised more ideals: freedom. Peace. [There's derision in his voice.] America's ideologies are as flawed as Germany's; both professed freedom and prosperity, but only so long as they were in control.

They made the same mistakes, and underestimated their enemies. [His voice is cold, now.] And they paid for it.

But not enough.

[There's a shift, of weight, and the sounds of pages being turned.]

How many wardens will decide that their deals aren't worth it? How many will decide to walk away, knowing that no inmate has that right? [A chair creaks, like he's too angry to sit still.] And when they've all left, where does that leave us? At the mercy of a madman who can limit our very selves, with no hope of escape.

[Something heavy and papery slaps down against a hard surface, and a rattle starts, like the communicator is shaking. When Erik continues, his voice is lighter and so, so mocking.] But I suppose that's too dim a view, isn't it? No, I should be grateful for the opportunity I've been afforded here, hm? Thank you, for taking my abilities from me, Admiral. Thank you for taking my ability to control my mutation. And thank you, for giving me the opportunity to earn back a part of me.

You're too kind.


((OOC: Erik pretty much spent the Gotham Port saying PEACE OUT and flying away with all his nice powers, so between that and Parker leaving he is NOT HAPPY. This is also backdated to late last night, so if anyone feels up for late fourth walling, have at!))

[Sup Barge. This is the one time you will see Erik without his helmet on. His hair is a little mussed and he looks more than a little frazzled. He doesn't like this kind of constant mutation okay, it's not really his thing. He liked just catching every piece of metal in the corner of his eye.]

When is this damn flood going to be over?

[Yeah Erik is super talkative. He is, however, broadcasting and receiving, and right now, he's broadcasting a hell of a lot of frustration, and under that some serious yearning. He wants his repo family, even if he doesn't want anythign to do with that world, and he can't stop wanting it. :c]

Is this what it's always like? [He's talking to Charles, sort of, but he realized he didn't make it private and...doesn't care.] You other psychics, is this what it's like all the time?

[Private to Parker]

I want my powers back. [Lol it is not a request. :c]