Charles Xavier → 001 → Video

[butwedonot]

[ There's a light crackle of noise at first, and blackness, the light sound of almost fabric rubbing echoing through the microphone before the ceiling is suddenly in view and half of Charles' face in addition to that. ]

No-- wait come back here, this instant! [ He is a bit snappish, but that's to be expected when he's suddenly found himself so far

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[drlehnsherr]

[ He's got his own device pinned to a wall with relative ease, it had put up an extraordinary fight to begin with-- though it's one of his lesser concerns given the current circumstances; because damn it all, he had been right about the humans-- and now he had been separated from Charles, and stranded in this-- this place. It's an oddly dark landscape; reminiscent of a desert. He's behind what, if he didn't know better, seems to be a saloon from an old Western film. Reaching upwards, his fingers brush against the odd band around his neck-- a collar that he had woken up with upon arrival

[butwedonot]

Erik--! [ He's exceptionally thankful for the familiar face; because at this point in time he's a bit more than lost and terribly uncomfortable-- and has a few bites he's non too proud of from wrestling the damned thing. Still, he manages to get it half pinned under his grey vest-- having decided to use it instead of his favored cardigan (forbid something happened to it!) to trap the bloody thing. Letting out a few quick pants, he blows a breath of air upwards ruffling his curled bangs. ] --I'm quite alright, my friend, though a bit more than lost--

[ An momentary pause when he takes a look around, he can spot a few buildings but all in all the place is rather deserted looking as far as he can see. ] -- though it is good to see a familiar face --[ That 'I'm very British and charming' smile crops up; though it's temporary because he's frowning again a second later. ]-- I must confess I've no idea where I am-- it looks like a bloody barber shop of some sort--

[drlehnsherr]

Charles. It's-- good to see you. [ And while the other man does look a touch ruffled; clothing and hair lopsided and scruffy from the scuffle-- he does not look as if he's in any immediate danger. ]

[ His relief at finding the other man to be in no apparent state of harm-- apart from whatever trouble that they both seem to be having with these communicator devices-- is rather significant, and he gets a better grip on the device, trying to make out any sort of detail of Charles' location. Barber shop-- surely that could be simple to find. ] I'm at what could be a saloon-- place. [ He stops to take in the surrounding landscape, not all that visible due to it being night, though he can make out the stretch of a desert into the distance, and the shapes of the town's buildings-- slung low against the sand and all quite like a scene from a Hollywood Western set. He turns back to the screen. ] Anything else that you can see? The saloon might be easier to find. [ Walking around it, and standing at the foot of the dusty stairs, Erik squints

[butwedonot]

[ Wetting his lips he lets out a little grunt thinking it over before he flashed a smile back down to the screen and Erik. ] How about, if I may be so bold to suggest, you think as loudly as you can and I'll wave this blasted thing around and we should be able to sense one another once we've gotten within some distance? [ He can't help but be in a good mood-- which makes him feel a tad guilty, as glad as he was to see Erik he also had to acknowledge that meant Erik was as trapped as he was. Not only that but that left Raven and the others back home-- assuming they weren't here either

[drlehnsherr]

Charles?--[ The thought is sent outwards-- directed at what he remembers the telepath's presence feels like; that subtle lick of contact that had become increasingly familiar. What joins it are an array of emotive responses; the frustration at the collar, the confusion at their change in location-- and also the concern for Charles, the protective leaning that Erik's picked up since the night on the Miami coast. ] Tell me as soon as you can her me, alright? [ He trails towards what looks to be the centre of town, thoughts projected as much as he can manage-- casting about for the telepath.

The rest of the place is generally nondescript in the darkness, devoid of any real landmarks that would enable them to set out a meeting place. ]

Charles-- can you hear me? [ He looks into the communicator, frowning. ] Anything yet? [ He's paused in the center of the road, aiming a spiteful kick at a tumbleweed. ]

[butwedonot]

Erik! [ The yelp is loud inside of the other man's head, very clearly Charles' alarmed voice in the darkness. For a few moments there's silence and a little flicker of pain before he shuffles into viewing distance, rubbing his face and perhaps wincing a little. ] While I'm glad to have found you, perhaps next time kicking shrubbery into the darkness can wait till it's safe? [ His voice is jovial enough, not really upset by it so much as he had been surprised. Stopping perhaps a foot from the other he settled the rowdy device under one arm and breathed out a sigh of relief. ]

Glad to see you seem to be in one piece also. [ Tipping his head up he notes that Erik has a collar in addition-- something his thoughts had alluded to-- and he frowns at the numbers on it. Twisting his own a little deeper under his dress shirt-- perhaps if Erik already didn't know now was not the time to bring it up. ]

It feels like we've been dropped into a poorly done film, doesn't it?