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If there's anybody here who specialises in neurology, we need to talk.

[Yep, that's it. No, he's not explaining further than that. Sorry?]

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So tell me, what makes you so unique.

[Nope, he's not going to bring up either Xavier unless Ian asks.]

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You may find this building more comfortable.

[Given just how much work he and Charles have done to try and make sure of that, he hopes so.

For Jocelyn's sake. Of course.]

Assuming you're willing to move out of the flop, that is.

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Charles wishes to inform you that, should you require it, there is space in this building for you to stay.

Whether you accept it or not, your assistance will also be required, soon.

[locked to Israel]

[There's a location ping here to a building in the Port Town. While he still may not be completely comfortable with adding this message, he's forcing himself to push past his own discomfort. Charles wants to keep their makeshift group together, and Erik's finally ready to admit that Israel is a part of it, whether he accepts this offer or not.]

The door's open.

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[It's well enough that he can't see the shock on her face, the appreciation warring with uncertainty. In her voice, there's only gratitude.]

I...am certain I will, Erik. If you're sure.

[AWKWARD. But he does his best to cover that.]

We wouldn't have made the offer otherwise.

[She's grinning, now, and it shows in her voice.]

Thank you.

[GDI Jocelyn.]

Thank me by talking him out of risking a self-induced coma.

[And that delighted gratitude instantly shifts into intent concern.]

What is he planning to do?

Are you familiar with a machine called Cerebro?

...Only in my notes.

Does Charles mean to build it? [Her tone is a blend of excitement and bewilderment.]

It appears so. Though without Beast here, we're left working solely from memories of blueprints.

[And regardless of just how confident Charles may be about it, Erik knows they're going to end up taking a risk by building it alone.]

Someone with more expertise, I assume. [She was ages away from solid designs herself, let alone hopes of construction; she'd hoped, with years of study, allies perhaps...]

Is there anyone here you'd trust to help?

Sounds like a nice change.

[He had been taking a liking to sleeping in the makeshift shelters he had around the woods, setting up shop in new places...but an actual roof would be lovely.]

What's this "assistance" business though? You guys got another buddy with a dog collar?

I'll leave the decorating to you.

[Because apparently some people like more in their bedrooms than just a bed and a table. Go figure.]

We're going to need a large supply of pure metals. Your skills may come in useful with gathering it all.

The leading authority needs a hand?

[He chuckles.]

I think I could help you out. I can't sense them or anything, but I can handle some laboring. As long as your not going Titanium hunting.

[About Titanium....]

Aluminium, I believe.

Labour isn't an issue. What does matter is whether you know just how hot you can burn yet.

[Well, so does his level of skill with finer details. But that doesn't involve his real power, so he'll leave that to Charles instead.]

Hot isn't a problem, trust me. It's the getting to cool again that will be hard.

[A pause.]

But if it is small enough. Keep it isolated to just my hands like I've been practicin', I can work with Aluminum no prob. Iron and Copper have melting points way higher and I've managed them just fine in small pieces...most of the time.

[Worked and molded yes. But actually used himself as a forge? Not quite. But he wanted to try something new he'd been thinking on.]

We have plenty of water at our disposal.

[Small amounts are all well and good, but-]

Have you ever attempted to extract metals from ore?

No, actually.

[But his interest sure did perk at the idea.]

I never thought about it...if I could melt away the rock enough if anything I could make it easier for you to draw it out.
We could try it both ways. Our powers are kinda complimentary in that scope.

[And Fox finds he rather likes that. Scary as all things could be, he couldn't argue with the fact it was pretty damn neat. If it worked at least.]

[oh so warily] Why do you want to know?

[Sorry, Ian. You just get voice on his end.]

Let's start with just what you can do.

I don't see why I should tell you. I don't even know who you are.

I can manipulate metal.

Your turn.

...Oh.

[Ian blinks, and then relaxes a little bit.] I can react to things before they happen, sometimes. Like if someone tries to hit me, I can react a second faster.

Do you know about Tower Prep?

[As far as he's concerned, right now that makes him some kind of a telepath. Which is just great.]

No. Should I?

[He is actually not telepathic at all; he can't read minds or anything. Preflex is totally different. So Erik is safe there. :P]

It's...a school for kids like me, with special abilities. But we're trapped there and we can't go home, just like this place.

A school that traps its students.

[It's a completely flat tone. The idea of anyone with abilities being singled out like that will never sit right by him. Even less so when it's under the guise of a public service.]

How many of you are there?

[Ian frowns at that.] I'm not actually sure of the exact number, but it's a lot.

[then, he pauses] We're pretty sure Tower Prep isn't just a school. We found the lower levels through hidden passages, and it's built on top of an old laboratory. They won't ever tell us what they're training us for, either.

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