[debut] welcome to rapture

[thebettermen]

The sky is gone

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[thebettermen]

He doesn't need telling twice. The man with the sword seems of sounder mind and body than the man with the pipe, but that's hardly cause to dawdle. Wrench still in hand, Charles clambers to his feet, wondering if he shouldn't pick up the gun in its stead, but knowing himself uncomfortable with the notion of shooting a person (even one only in form, for the assailant's spirit seems long gone). Regardless of the fact that he might have been killed mere seconds ago, Charles himself is not a murderer.

Watching the two with wide eyes, he keeps his distance, wanting to help, but not knowing how. He's useless, a state of being that doesn't sit well for its unfamiliarity. Again, he lifts his his hand to his temple, tries to reach out for their minds to quiet them or call for a return to reason. Again, he finds the exercise fruitless. There's simply nothing there. He's breathless from the exertion, his heart caught in his throat, the beginnings of panic trying to grab hold of him, but he fights it off with his own advice. Calm your mind, he said to Erik on a night that saw both their lives change irrevocably, and it's a thought he seizes upon now, trying to steady himself in the face of so mad a situation.

[thebettermen]

Charles cries out in protest as the blade cuts through the attacker's chest as smoothly as though it were warm butter. On blind instinct, he starts towards the fallen figure, but knowing already that it's a lost cause, he stops short of kneeling next to it; checking for a pulse is unnecessary when so much blood has already been spilled. Turning his attention instead to the man who's both saviour and killer, Charles confirms his initial observation that he's never seen this man before in his life; tall and solidly built, with pale hair and a scar that demands inquiry, he's a perfect stranger. (An American stranger, Charles notes, which might be good news, were it not for the situation he's only just left behind. He prays someone stopped that Erik, that his own disappearance might have steadied his friend's hand rather than push him further over darkness' edge.)

Grip tightening around the wrench for lack of sense to hold onto, he nods, sharply; there's nothing to be done about the dead, but Charles himself is unharmed. He does not, however, give his thanks.

"Why have I been brought here?"

[onlyapassenger]

There's a slight delay in response, but then a voice cuts through: "Copy, this is Barnes. Go ahead, over."

[onlyapassenger]

Another pause. When Barnes speaks again, he sounds warier than before, though not surprised: "Roger that. Is the new arrival injured? Over."

[onlyapassenger]

The transmission catches the tail end of a curse, Barnes apparently having jumped the gun on his response. "Reading you five," he says, voice tight. "What's the arrival's name? Over."

[thebettermen]

If nothing else, Charles is a patient man, but there's a hint of annoyance about the set of his mouth all the same. He's been listening to the exchange with keen interest, mulling over both the hasty explanation and what tidbits he can glean through the terse language of military discourse. (Barnes is in charge. They're trapped, and on an island. The greater area is known as Rapture. Not everyone has been brought here if there are natives. The man with the pipe was a Splicer -- and given the limited regenerative capabilities demonstrated during the course of the altercation, Charles wonders if that isn't just another word for mutant.)

While he hasn't made fast friends with the military, as of late, he's nevertheless inclined to trust that this particular outfit means well, a product of naivety, perhaps, but also of necessity. He takes comfort in the fact that his saviour, for lack of a better word, appears to have taken no pleasure from the kill; he was -- and at this, Charles frowns -- just following orders. Even so, he can't shake the frustration that the only disembodied voice he can hear is coming from the radio,; whatever it is blocking his ability this time is much more subtle than a silly helmet sitting upon a man's head or a room in a submarine. When Barnes asks for his name, though, he perks up, pulling himself free of his own thoughts to take a step forward.

"Charles," he supplies, trusting the man to relay the response. "Charles Xavier."

[onlyapassenger]

The pause this time is longer. For a moment, it almost seems as though there simply won't be a reply, until: "Is he mobile? Over."

[onlyapassenger]

The answer's immediate: "Put him on the radio, over."

[thebettermen]

Perhaps, Charles thinks, his reputation has preceded him. It's a worrying thought; though the confrontation on the beach is still too fresh in his memory for him to fully process all that happened (and, he reminds himself, is still happening), it's become abundantly clear that secrecy might be required of mutants for a bit longer before to ensure their continued survival. Given the expediency with which this Ishiah disposed of the Splicer, it might be in Charles' best interest to hide -- not that he can use his ability at present, anyway.

Taking the radio from Ishiah, Charles returns the man's doubtful glance with one of his own. In this, too, they are in the same position.

"Captain Barnes, this is Charles Xavier," he says, voice steady and clear, and bearing no hint of the hesitation he's undoubtedly feeling. As an afterthought, he adds, "Over."