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So I hear the- uh...ship thing is having some problems. And I dunno if my specific set of skills might be helpful, but back home on Earth I was a pretty damn decent metalworker.

Need to patch up the haul or anything and give me a holler. Though like the best things, I'm not exactly free.
Labor that is. Negotiations?

[Locks out Shepard;He rather keep her opinion of him nice!]

Which leads me to my next order of bzn-nus.

[Fox holds up a small 10ml glass vial and gives it a little shake.]

This my friends is a little thing called...benzo...dia-ze pine? Fuck it. It's a wonderful little vial with two very excellent purposes. Medical for if you get your ass injured out here and wanna dull the pain or I don't know- perform surgery maybe and recreational for when you want to forget your ass is here.

[He closes his fist and reopens each finger slowly to show the vial is now gone! And in his other hand. Little show magic.]

Anyhoo, I'm willing to give this vial to anyone who can find me a forge. An abandoned one, a homemade one, one that is barely holding it together-- I don't care. I want a forge.

Seems like a fair trade for something you probably ain't going to find much of around here.
Takers?

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Well, yeah.

But I can't. [That can't sounds an awful much like "won't".]

Forge is contained, I'm... not.

Which is why you need to learn to control your gifts.

Don't you think I've tried?

Six years is how long it took for me just to figure out how to give you the little show when we last met. Anything more than that and...and people just get hurt.

I don't know what else to do except try to keep it down.

Six years, during which you thought you were alone.

[Hello again, familiarity.]

Have you given up already?

Given up sounds so final. I prefer "accepted".

[Have a dry laugh.]

...but then I guess you figured it out. Maybe-- I dunno. I'm trying not to get my hopes up.

[There's a long pause at first.]

I've had my abilities for almost two decades now. It's only been during these past few months that I've learned to develop them further.

Giving up isn't an option for any of us.

I guess...it's one of those "for life" kinda deals isn't it?

[He scoffs because of course it is, it's apart of them.]

I wouldn't know where to even start to be honest. When I was a kid I-- well. I wasn't able to make much more than a campfires amount of fire. I use to be able to control it, but...now it feels like it has a mind of its own.

And we're all better off for it.

If you're willing to set aside time and put some effort in to it, I believe we may be able to come up with some way to...further your abilities, shall we say.

[Because this one, he's willing to take on himself. Charles may've been the one better equipped at helping young mutants, but Erik has more than enough experience in dealing with potentially dangerous abilities.]

You'd do that? I'd appreciate it but...I dunno. Would it not be so dangerous for someone like you?

[Fox has a bit of an aversion to burning people up, especially when they'd be so informative and awesome for lack of a better word.]

We can try I guess. At least this place is mostly deserted. [A dry laugh.]

Perhaps you should let me worry about my safety instead. There'll be provisions in place to make sure you don't hurt anybody.

[Because if need be, he'll ask Charles to keep an eye over them both. Just in case things do go wrong.]

I guess...I guess I trust you've had enough experience to deal with someone like me.

[Fox takes a moment, looking Erik over as if weighing the choice carefully. He doesn't typically look directly at anyone and the moment doesn't last long. His eyes drop and he nods his head.]

Alright. I think it could work.

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