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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[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.

Shaking his head at himself there's another light grunt as he begins to wrap the telecommunication device in his vest again and standing. Getting a mild sense of where he was-- the spattering of the buildings indicating what was closer to town-- as he started to wander inward, waving the thing wildly all the while doing his best to focus on Erik's familiar thought pattern; looking for the metal-bender eagerly. Together...

Together they could find a way out, he was sure of it. ]

[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?