Round 3

Aug 22, 2011 18:39

Welcome to Round 3 of X-Men First Kink

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Charles/Erik, Bourne Identity AU yellow_pomelo September 15 2011, 14:52:10 UTC
Erik is picked up on a fishing boat with no memory of who he is, but with a skill set no normal man would have. Charles is the only one who is willing to help him despite the danger Erik attracts.

Shaw is the head of the project that trained Erik, and he sends three assassins out to get rid of his failed project.

Cross posted from 1stclass-kink.

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Fill: Tabula Rasa (1/?) swiftmint September 15 2011, 15:37:45 UTC
As mentioned, cross posted, so I have 10 parts I'll be putting on her today. Pardon any lag as I have to reformat some of this as I go. :3Tabula rasa. The clean slate. The hypothesis that people are unknown quantities. Profoundly undefined. Starting with nothing more to their name than an empty mind and the task of finding things with which to fill it. That specific purpose in life is completely unavoidable, of course. Where you can find a choice in it is what you fill it with. Baseball statistics, memories of family vacations, equations, pot roast recipes, or deep philosophical, and likely truly pretentious observations... that was your free will ( ... )

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Fill: Tabula Rasa (2/?) swiftmint September 15 2011, 15:39:00 UTC
It was times like these Charles highly suspected his sister was an evil genius. He wouldn't be far off. He checked his watch just in case time had slipped by faster and given him a viable excuse to drop the conversation. He didn't want to talk about his, he truly didn't. He didn't want to tell her about this man, this mind. Didn't want to tell her it intrigued him, that it had pulled him in, that it had taken nearly all of his self control not to reach out to it even though he wasn't sure he even knew how to reach anymore. He couldn't tell her he was that sorely tempted, that he sorely wanted to break that decades long promise he'd made to himself ( ... )

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Fill: Tabula Rasa (3/?) swiftmint September 15 2011, 15:41:13 UTC
He was sitting in the last table in the dining car at a lonely two top next to the window. He had ordered the first least expensive thing on the menu and it had arrived ten minutes after. He hadn't touched it. Instead he was staring out the window at the people boarding the train just as they had the last two stops since the train had left ( ... )

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Fill: Tabula Rasa (4/?) swiftmint September 15 2011, 15:44:42 UTC
He swept his hand across the white tablecloth, palming the fairly harmless seeming butter knife and quickly made his way to the door. The train started moving as soon as the men made it onto the train, accelerating quickly. The men had fanned out and entered on either side of him effectively pinning him in. He had a distant respect for their efficiency, he'd only just made it to the door when two men entered from the opposite end of the car ( ... )

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Fill: Tabula Rasa (5/?) swiftmint September 15 2011, 15:46:23 UTC
"-care about some search or another, I can't just let you bother all our passengers." A woman spoke sharply in French ( ... )

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Fill: Tabula Rasa (6/?) swiftmint September 15 2011, 15:47:37 UTC
He didn't apologize, he couldn't, but the cold feeling of guilt gnawed away quietly beneath his ribs as it had every time he'd failed to be a normal human being. The best he could do was give a completely humorless breath of a laugh ( ... )

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Fill: Tabula Rasa (7/?) swiftmint September 15 2011, 15:49:36 UTC
"Yes." Charles sighed in exasperation but found no belief in the other man's eyes, "He isn't Interpol. Isn't even working with Interpol or the police. No authority, whatsoever."

The man loosened his grip only slightly. He'd figured that much out before Charles had said anything. Something about the way the man carried himself, the lack of identification, the the hitch in his jacket around his shoulder holster, it all rang untrue.

"...and they have no intention of arresting you." Charles said in a dire tone, suddenly bleeding sympathy.

He knew what that meant. No intention of arresting him, but also no intention of letting him off the train either. Lacking a watch of his own he reached out and pulled Charles's arm up to read his. Fifteen minutes between then and the next stop. These fakes would want this finished before then. That gave him fifteen minutes to make sure they didn't have the chance.

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Fill: Tabula Rasa (8/?) swiftmint September 15 2011, 15:53:15 UTC
Raven had accused him, on more than one occasion, of not thinking before he acts. He couldn't blame her, really. It was fairly routine for him to start debates between the faculty at Oxford of a slightly incendiary nature while seeming to be completely oblivious of the future ramifications of such an action. He had sparked the feud between the Engineering and Biology faculty two years prior in just such a manner and it still hadn't really let up. He did feel legitimately bad for that, and he had made a dedicated effort to cull his urge to give impromptu lectures (and avoid drinking any liquid with an accompanying burn) only long enough to make sure he wasn't insulting anyone's mother in the process.

Charles would maintain that he did think about things quite deeply before he came to any conclusions. The problem wasn't that, it was that when he came to the solution, the truth at the end of the road, he very much wanted to tell people about it... and a lot of the time, the truth was a dangerous thing to know ( ... )

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Fill: Tabula Rasa (9/?) swiftmint September 15 2011, 15:54:33 UTC

"This isn't suicide. I have fifteen minutes between here and the next stop where they will likely have more of their friends waiting for me. This train is going too fast to jump off and it won't slow down at any point between here and there." He said in exasperation, the butter knife now looking a bit more threatening as he pointed at Charles with it, "This is my only option, stop them before they stop me, then get to the head of the train and put on the breaks ( ... )

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Fill: Tabula Rasa (10/?) swiftmint September 15 2011, 15:56:33 UTC
Yeah, numbering!fail. I cut this up weird and now it's gonna be more than ten parts. odd.

"This isn't suicide. I have fifteen minutes between here and the next stop where they will likely have more of their friends waiting for me. This train is going too fast to jump off and it won't slow down at any point between here and there." He said in exasperation, the butter knife now looking a bit more threatening as he pointed at Charles with it, "This is my only option, stop them before they stop me, then get to the head of the train and put on the breaks ( ... )

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Fill: Tabula Rasa (11/?) swiftmint September 15 2011, 15:57:31 UTC
Charles was gone for only a few minutes but those few minutes were absolute torture.

What could have possibly possessed him to let a man he just met, openly threatened, and very likely bruised at the very least (He seemed the type to bruise easy) go and wrangle five men with guns on his behalf? Why had it seemed a good idea, on his word and a pair of honest-seeming eyes, that he should let Charles just run off.

The man paced back and forth in the compartment, keeping far away from the section of glass even as his mind was occupied with visions of the smaller man running up to the first official looking person he could find and regaling them with a tale of how he'd just been temporarily kidnapped by the dumbest man in all existence. How Charles had very neatly made him to confess he wasn't armed in any way besides cutlery, gotten him to trust him, and he'd just been allowed to walk out.Or worse yet, the fool could have given himself away to these men with guns and twitchy demeanors. He was obviously the honest type, after all, how ( ... )

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Fill: Tabula Rasa (12/?) swiftmint September 15 2011, 15:58:28 UTC
“What did you say?” His voice came out gruff and abused, but he couldn't make himself turn around to look. He didn't know exactly what he'd do when he did.

“Is that not your name?” Charles said in confusion just out of his line of sight. The sound of paper came shortly after, forcing him to look back. The smaller man was unfolding a squared piece of paper out into its original form, words printed in heavy enough type that it was visible from the reverse side. “There are some others on here I can try but I thought Erik suited you best. You don't really look like a Magnus to me ( ... )

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Fill: Tabula Rasa (13/?) swiftmint September 15 2011, 20:19:01 UTC
I just noticed the amount of title!failing I did a bit a go. My bad.

Charles fell back into his original seat with little grace and cupped his hands over his mouth to as if it could somehow regulate his breathing in any way. He felt out of place in the now empty compartment, the remaining adrenaline in his veins left with nothing to do and nowhere to go. The book he'd been reading prior to... everything, had tumbled to the floor, bending the pages awkwardly where it fell open. The notes he'd been taking were still on the seat, the heavy metal pen he'd been writing them with now conspicuously missing.

He let his hands drop clumsily and took in a breath.

He would get off at the next stop and find some other mode of transportation to Geneva. The way he'd arranged it, those mercenaries (That's what they were, he found out when he'd allowed himself to look deep enough) wouldn't come looking for him. He hoped. He hadn't used his ability this much, well, at all in years and while he could claim telepathy was like riding a bike it was ( ... )

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Re: Fill: Tabula Rasa (13/?) swiftmint September 15 2011, 21:28:41 UTC
Heeh, yeah, they're ...yeah nuts, for various very good reasons, I assure you though. All of which shall be explained. As for bookmarking, I'm still going on both so people can find me ....wherever so bookmark where you will :)

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