I'm God's gift but why would He bless me with [open]

[token_vengeance]

Characters: Erik Lehnsherr and you! (With Special nods to Pyro and ou!Charles
When: Backdated to Yesterdayish.
Where: Around the City, residence near the Clocktower, wherever
What: Erik is wandering the city, if you choose to find him outside. If you are part of the house, assume you find him drinking in the common room.
Open or Closed? Open!

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Residence

[groovy_mutation]

Charles didn't need to be a telepath to know Erik had something on his mind, Erik always did after all. But there was a heavier weight to his friend's mind as he searched for him in their 'home'.

Finding Erik in the common room, he'll walk over, clearing his throat softly to alert the other of his presence, before smiling in greeting.

"I hope you're not busy...?" As if Erik wanted time alone to ponder with his drink he would leave him be, but honestly he would rather the other spoke to him. Let him in. Erik kept too much to himself, and while he could go in and find it all out on his own, he would rather Erik told him on his own.

[token_vengeance]

If Charles attempted to enter Erik's mind, he would find he wasn't particularly welcome there. He trusted his friend, but like Raven, unless asked, he wasn't interested in sharing his own troubled headspace with a telepath.

"No. Pull up a chair." Erik gestured, shifting the helmet to the coffee table, letting it sound with a heavy 'thunk' on the wood. It was a temptation, to place it on, to block out any potential attacks from any of the other telepaths wandering around the city.

But in doing so, he knew that Charles would perceive it as a lack of trust in him. So he'd leave it off, for now.

[groovy_mutation]

And Charles was fairly good about asking, he knew Erik didn't appreciate anyone just diving into his head. Into things he didn't want to share.

But as he takes a seat, Charles finally notices that helmet, and his eyes narrow a bit. He only knew what it was from what the children told him of it. From Shaw's attack on the CIA.

"... is that-?" His eyes flicker to Erik, looking uneasy. Charles doesn't like the implication of it, doesn't like Erik having it.

[token_vengeance]

Erik nodded, taking another drink before speaking.

"Yes. A man by the name of Nathan Drake found it with a little tag addressed to myself." He pressed his lips together for a moment, his eyes never leaving the object.

"Seems what Azazel said about the future is true."

Residence

[decanonized]

The house was sure as hell no Xavier mansion, Pyro would give it that much. Which was a good thing as far as he was concerned. The mansion was more than just the past, it was, in every last way he could think of, totally....well, Xavier's. From the secret passages to the neatly ordered bedrooms, the place had reeked order and promise and lies and humanity. This place, at least, had potential for change. Xavier may live here, but all of them had the chance to shape it however they wanted.

Pyro wasn't in the mood for interior decorating tonight, however. He'd go looting some other time. For now he was more still getting the lay of his new land, wandering the halls with his recently claimed lighter in hand, idly flipping it open and shut with an audible click of metal each time. The motion didn't stop even as his wanderings did once he entered the common room and spotted the man in it. Young Magneto. Friend of Xavier. Still probably able to kill all of them with a blink. It was a mind trip. But that was forgotten for a second as Pyro

[token_vengeance]

"Apparently." Erik's long fingers slid over the gray metal, running along the outer ridges. He didn't think it was necessary to explain to Pyro that it wasn't truly his yet; that he wasn't sure how he ended up with it's possession in the future. Or how he decided to paint it purple. No matter what color it was, Erik was sure it was an eyesore.

But one that definitely had it's uses, if the need ever arose. Putting it down on the floor next to his feet, he looked the younger mutant up and down once, before gesturing to a nearby chair.

He could join if he wished; the one mutant who had expressed complete loyalty, despite knowing what he became in the future. Or, to be more correct, was that way because of what he became in the future. It's obvious that Pyro has his own issues; there's a past to him that this Erik simply didn't know.

But one he was going to find out, sooner or later.

"I'm going to assume you're old enough to drink."

Meaning that yes, Pyro, you can pour yourself a glass.

[decanonized]

"Does it matter?"

The lighter was clicked shut with a kind of finality as Pyro stepped forward to fully enter the room and head towards the offered drink. It didn't get put away, a safety blanket too precious to be put aside in any house filled with X-Men- even ones who didn't know his name- this early on, but it was more a secondary thought to the glass now in his other hand as he perched on the very edge of the chair across from the other mutant. Magneto could recline in his seat. Pyro wasn't on the same level yet.

"All that's kinda relative at this point, right."

[token_vengeance]

"To me? No."

Meaning to Charles, yes, but what he didn't know, wouldn't hurt him. Or even if he did know, he wouldn't come right out and say something against it to Pyro, at least. Erik might get an earful, but he was used to it with Charles. It rarely phased him, at least on minor issues such as these.

"I suppose it is." Erik nodded once towards the lighter, raising his glass. "I see you found one to suit your needs." He took a long sip, keeping his eyes on the younger mutant, always. He might have looked completely relaxed, but in truth, Erik was rarely anything but.

o/ Outside, if that's fine!

[snowmass84]

[Wandering the city isn't the most productive activity, but that's what Rebecca is doing, too. Head bowed over her phone, she walks right by Erik with only a little glance up; but after he passes, she stops, straightening up and holding her phone out to take a quick picture of something or another.

She's investigating, too, and her curiosity is insatiable.]

Hey, have a sec?

of course! Sorry for slow!

[token_vengeance]

[Erik's watching the woman with detached interest (as he does with most people), but when she turns towards him, he quirks an eyebrow, nodding.]

Depends.

No prob! I am the actual slowest. XD

[snowmass84]

[She takes another picture, speaking before she even turns to look at him.]

Yeah, sorry to bug you, but I'm asking around to see what anybody knows about this place. I got here... Maybe five days ago?

[token_vengeance]

[Erik lets out a breath. Wonderful.]

Most of us arrived within the last two weeks. And no, most of us know very little about this place. We don't know who has taken us here, or why, or why we awake 'appearing' dead.

And no, we don't know why it's always night, or what exactly is occurring with the trains.

Is that enough information?

[He sounds annoyed, but Erik is more annoyed with the situation, rather than her.

I never said he was pleasant.]