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Erik has lived through enough talk of 'secondary mutations' to know that out of nowhere, they strike. Still, Erik hasn't been expecting this to happen when his primary ability has gone dormant and this inexplicable change has come on suddenly. It is without reason or explanation, but so was his first mutation.
He rises warily with the ache of four unlived decades settling into his bones and making him feel weary, yet accomplished at once. He has not lived this long, but his body argues otherwise. He shuffles to his feet and regards the area around him. His possessions are untouched, which speaks highly to the fact that there has been no intrusion in order to tamper with his genetics. Perhaps he shouldn't trust appearances.
His second instinct after searching the room is to find a temporary weapon. He does that easily, taking grip of a kitchen knife he keeps in a bedside drawer.
Third instinct next. He creeps to the edge of the door, shoulder pressed to it, and he readies himself for any possible attack. This could be a way to remove him from the picture. This might be the final curtain, if his enemies have found a way to dispose of him naturally. Third instinct has to be followed through, he reminds himself, as he loses his resolve. He gives in and calls for help. "Charles? Are you there?"
He rises warily with the ache of four unlived decades settling into his bones and making him feel weary, yet accomplished at once. He has not lived this long, but his body argues otherwise. He shuffles to his feet and regards the area around him. His possessions are untouched, which speaks highly to the fact that there has been no intrusion in order to tamper with his genetics. Perhaps he shouldn't trust appearances.
His second instinct after searching the room is to find a temporary weapon. He does that easily, taking grip of a kitchen knife he keeps in a bedside drawer.
Third instinct next. He creeps to the edge of the door, shoulder pressed to it, and he readies himself for any possible attack. This could be a way to remove him from the picture. This might be the final curtain, if his enemies have found a way to dispose of him naturally. Third instinct has to be followed through, he reminds himself, as he loses his resolve. He gives in and calls for help. "Charles? Are you there?"