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SIXTY THREE ✖ SPAM & VIDEO
[Spam for Erik]
[Being awake for the change is unsettling, and even though the deck trembling is mild at worst, Charles still has to reach out to grab one of the bed posts to steady himself. No matter how many times he's lost his telepathy, losing it again is always desperately unsettling at first, and he has to take a moment to breathe past the sudden nausea and almost panic at the feeling of being telepathically deaf.
It isn't until he lets a wave of anger and frustration cut through the forced calm (because he's so tired of this) and something (several somethings) shudder in response that he realizes he's got something else in exchange, and that there are several metal somethings floating around his head - a stapler, some pens, an alarm clock.
Oh. Oh.
He's out the door and into the hallway in seconds, trying to calm down so that he isn't trailed by anything from his room or rattling the doors on the Barge, but it's frustrating that he can't just reach out and immediately know where his friend is, and he can't just let go of that right now, as much as he might want to.
It turns out not to be that much of an issue, as he nearly crashes into the other mutant coming out of his own room. It doesn't take a telepath to realize there's something wrong, and Charles just tries not to think of all the metal that's currently singing for his attention.
This is a lot harder than it looks.]
Erik?
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[Charles looks a little frazzled - his hair's a little messier than usual, and he looks drained - but smiles, clearly at least a little enthusiastic.]
Well, this has certainly been an eye opening experience thus far. [He raises a hand, and a couple metal things carefully lift off the desk and start rotating in the air at about eye level with him. So you can probably guess whose powers he ended up with.
Eventually, the novelty's going to wear off, but for the time being, being able to experiment with something new is pretty cool.]
I'd appreciate hearing from anyone else who's found their powers swapped with anyone else's. [Zane, Alex, Jean, etc. :|] And if anyone needs help, I have had some experience with helping people learn to control their abilities, and I'd be happy to try to lend a hand with this.
[Private to Marsh]
[And this point, the metal objects have all clunked back down on the desk because THANKS, ZANE, but Charles still looks pretty calm and unflustered by the day's events thus far.]
I hope I'm not being a bother, but I'm Charles Xavier - Zane's warden. I know we haven't met, but Zane's told me you might be able to tell who's switched abilities with him, and I was wondering if you'd mind giving us a hand.
[Being awake for the change is unsettling, and even though the deck trembling is mild at worst, Charles still has to reach out to grab one of the bed posts to steady himself. No matter how many times he's lost his telepathy, losing it again is always desperately unsettling at first, and he has to take a moment to breathe past the sudden nausea and almost panic at the feeling of being telepathically deaf.
It isn't until he lets a wave of anger and frustration cut through the forced calm (because he's so tired of this) and something (several somethings) shudder in response that he realizes he's got something else in exchange, and that there are several metal somethings floating around his head - a stapler, some pens, an alarm clock.
Oh. Oh.
He's out the door and into the hallway in seconds, trying to calm down so that he isn't trailed by anything from his room or rattling the doors on the Barge, but it's frustrating that he can't just reach out and immediately know where his friend is, and he can't just let go of that right now, as much as he might want to.
It turns out not to be that much of an issue, as he nearly crashes into the other mutant coming out of his own room. It doesn't take a telepath to realize there's something wrong, and Charles just tries not to think of all the metal that's currently singing for his attention.
This is a lot harder than it looks.]
Erik?
[Public]
[Charles looks a little frazzled - his hair's a little messier than usual, and he looks drained - but smiles, clearly at least a little enthusiastic.]
Well, this has certainly been an eye opening experience thus far. [He raises a hand, and a couple metal things carefully lift off the desk and start rotating in the air at about eye level with him. So you can probably guess whose powers he ended up with.
Eventually, the novelty's going to wear off, but for the time being, being able to experiment with something new is pretty cool.]
I'd appreciate hearing from anyone else who's found their powers swapped with anyone else's. [Zane, Alex, Jean, etc. :|] And if anyone needs help, I have had some experience with helping people learn to control their abilities, and I'd be happy to try to lend a hand with this.
[Private to Marsh]
[And this point, the metal objects have all clunked back down on the desk because THANKS, ZANE, but Charles still looks pretty calm and unflustered by the day's events thus far.]
I hope I'm not being a bother, but I'm Charles Xavier - Zane's warden. I know we haven't met, but Zane's told me you might be able to tell who's switched abilities with him, and I was wondering if you'd mind giving us a hand.
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What's going on?
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It's a flood, [He grates out, sounding a lot calmer than he thought he would, mostly because this is just weird. He puts a hand on Erik's shoulder.] Focus on me, I can try to talk you through putting up some shields.
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Is it like this all the time?
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I need you to try and focus on just my mind, and I can project what I do to keep it from being overwhelming. Can you hear me? [He manages a sort of apologetic smile.] I've never been on this side of the connection before.
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I hear you. [His mouth doesn't move.]
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It's strange, he feels vulnerable, and he doesn't love it, but he trusts Erik more than anything, and so he offers up images and explanations that don't really translate well to words, which is part of why just explaining it out loud wouldn't really work. Charles' telepathic shields are almost surprisingly literal - he still sort of thinks of them as shields and suits of armor, castle walls and ramparts, because he'd been young when he'd first figured out how to do this and out of habit he'd kept them. He offers that bit of explanation too, almost ruefully suggesting that Erik can construct whatever works for him, to keep the voices out.]
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...in a different way than usual.
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What do you mean?
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You are asking me to ferret out and hunt down an allomancer.
[His voice is dark, flat, and rough like he's had his throat scraped out with sandpaper. He is so done being secret police, Charles. Why are you even asking this.]
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I'm asking if you'd mind lending Zane and I a hand in determine whose abilities he's been saddled with for the duration for the flood. If that's too much of an imposition, I apologize for bothering you.
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Is anyone in danger?
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I meant, is Zane in danger - or anyone around him - from his new abilities?
[Since Charles originally phrased it as 'whose abilities Zane was saddled with', rather than vice versa.]
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[He hopes not. :V]
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She doesn't seem scared or in pain, though, just bemused.]
I'm pretty sure I did. [She doesn't think spontaneous new mutations are a thing that happens.] I hope whoever got my telepathy is handling it okay.
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You're alright?
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What about you? Have you talked to Erik? [She's more worried about him, really, because Suddenly Psychic is not, in her experience, very fun.]
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...It's really quiet, huh? [This is different, than losing her telekinesis. That's like - losing a limb. This is like losing a sense.]
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... Although it's incredible how loud metal can be, even when it isn't really doing much.