[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.]

( Backdated spam for Wanda )

[Video]

[And here is flood!affected Erik, who escaped the Holocaust, who was never tortured or experimented on by Shaw. He can't really control his powers, but he's kind of a chill guy, now, and that isn't actually a problem. He only sort of notices the dampening effect that's on him. So when the video flicks on, he's smiling, looking fairly pleasant and very very curious.]

Hello, I'm Erik Lensherr. I'm a graduate student at Yale, pursuing a degree in genetics. And this - well this isn't the vacation to Hawaii I'd been hoping for, but I'm not certain I can complain, really. The view is utterly spectacular. [He pauses, looking around the room - because this Erik has never been to Charles' mansion upstate.] Are all the accommodations as lavish as this? It's much more than I'm used to, really. I'm afraid I could get used to it.

((OOC: Yup, Flood!Erik had Shaw picked out of his life, so he's actually a very chill, easy going guy. He'll be your best pal for the next few days. And then hate you for it.

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!))

[The video clicks on, and Erik is sitting at his desk, looking calm, but angry. He might start shouting, he might have a reasonable debate. It's hard to tell. He folds his hands on the desk top, and leans toward the camera.]

My name is Erik Lensherr. [Reasonable debate it seems, but there's a challenge in his face, his eyes, his voice as he goes on:] I am a mutant. I am a Jew. [He pauses for a fraction of an instant, like he's daring anyone to say anything. The instant passes, and his jaw tightens.]

I will not be remaining in your prison. You will release me, or we'll have a problem, you and I. Is that clear?

[He reaches off to the side, out of frame, and when his hands come back into view, he's lowering his helmet onto his head. (Still silver, he didn't have time to make it fabulous.)] And Charles? I hope you don't plan to spend your time here blending in. [Guilty spite. Sorry bro. :c]