SIXTY THREE ✖ SPAM & VIDEO

[wedonot]

[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?

[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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[wecanavenge]

Charles! [He's...yelling. Yeah. Because guess what, Charles, his head is really, really loud right now. He's got one hand over an ear already and really this is just. Incomfortable, how the hell do you deal with this?]

What's going on?

[godsays]

Something's made me better at killing.


...in a different way than usual.

private, video

[myironeyes]

[He can't actually see anything on the video screen; he normally distinguishes shapes and colors by faint differences in the allomantic lines produced by trace metals. The screen's composition, however, remains exactly the same regardless of what it displays. Consequently, Marsh responds as if it were a voice post without bothering to change the settings, holding the communicator vaguely to the side of his head, the hood of his cloak down in private, giving Charles an excellent profile view of the large spikes hammered through his eye sockets and their sharp tips protruding out of the back of his skull. There is no blood.]

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.]

Private

[burnmythoughts]

[Hi, Charles, Jean is a girl on fire.

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.