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[it's automatic now; to make a call out that's meant only for a certain telepaths mind. a yell of tell me you're back. tell me you can hear me. please, before it's gone completely. his mind wiping blank in a way that only a person who spent half their lives around telepaths would know how to do

now, he turns his attention to his network device. it's different to his last one, but similar enough that he has no trouble navigating his way through it. the draw of the ship is too strong for him to leave the area yet. so when the video cuts in, the metal hull, gleaming in the sun, is all too clear]

Glory. If this is your doing, congratulations. You got me.

[his face may look familiar, but there are differences there. his hair is slightly longer, styled differently. he seems more relaxed than his other self. even his voice differs slightly. the undercurrents of german are less pronounced. but it's still clear that he's spent a lot of time speaking another language entirely. (hebrew, to those who can tell).]

We've already discussed this, so if you wouldn't mind, I have work to do.

[he adds a ping here to the few people he cares about; to hope summers, snape, caffrey. even givens gets a message sent through. but they're all bouncing back, and that leaves him...confused. annoyed. angry]

Will someone tell me what's going on here? Is this the city playing tricks again, or...

[there's some muttering under his breath then; hebrew now. if anyone listens closely enough, they may register the word ha-satan amongst it all. yes, he's talking about that satan]

I want answers. Now.

ooc; to you pesky telepaths: you're welcome to pick up on that first message. he knows how to project his thoughts well enough to make it rise above the usual surface thoughts people have. he just can't direct it to one person :|b

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I had a good teacher. [in charles, at least. his time with schmidt may have started him along the road to using his abilities, but it's that decade spent with charles that developed his powers. it's the other mutant that taught him the right way to do things. the better way.

it's a somewhat distracted answer, regardless; the rest of charles' words striking a chord with him. it's the kind of thing he'd expect to hear from one of the others instead.]

Control is something that can be learned. And even before then, there are ways to manage your gift. [his hold on the piece is gone, and he can't keep himself from stepping close this time. close enough to try and close a hand over charles' shoulder to squeeze.]

Charles, I know what you're capable of. You can control it. It doesn't control you. Not unless you allow it to.

[Charles' eyes never left the chess piece, even when Erik reached out and took his shoulder. He could feel, flashes of a recognition that had nothing to do with him, yet everything to do with him and it was confusing.

It was as if this man knew him but Charles was well aware that he had never met anyone like Erik in his entire life. In the end, he sighed softly and held the chess piece up, towards Erik as he glanced towards the man.]

You do not know me, Erik. I'm sorry but I am afraid the control you are expecting is well beyond me at this point.

[There were too many mitigating factors in the mix. Factors he was not ready or willing to even begin to address at the moment.]

You said we needed to get away from here?

[he doesn't let go at first, the temptation there to just pull him close and ignore all the differences between this charles and the one he lost. if it wasn't for the lack of that familiar presence in the back of his mind, he knows it would be easy enough to do. to replace one with the other, however briefly.

reluctantly though, he manages to let go again, taking the chess piece back and pocketing it as the shape warps beneath his fingers. a deep breath, and he finally steps back again, nodding his head a little.]

The...Authorities. I've been warned that they're a danger to most of us here. [to those who woke up on the ship.] Staying here will make it easier for them to find us.

The Authorities? Are they the people who brought us here?

[His shoulder felt chilly where Erik's hand had rested and now fallen away. Charles adjusted his messenger bag and moved to show that he was ready to fall into step with Erik and exit the ship.]

No. [not even close. he starts moving then, leading the way out of the room and back toward the exit of the ship. despite how little information he's collected so far, he knows better than to stay inside any longer than they have to.]

There's a city here, hidden beneath a dome. They Outer Authorities are the ones responsible for guarding it, and we're seen as a threat to those inside. They're prepared to attack us on sight, and they have methods to defend themselves from those with abilities.

[Following the taller man's path, Charles listened closely to what he was saying, matching the words up against the smatterings of thoughts and emotions he could pick up.]

Why?

[He asked, though in a tone that indicated he did not expect Erik to miraculously have the answer but rather this was a genuine musing.]

What is it about us that they feel is a threat?

[it's a question he wishes he had a better answer to. he knows that they're protecting those inside the dome. that the entire area is apparently off-limits. but quite why they're specifically targeting everybody who arrived on the ship, he has no idea. as far as he knows, there hasn't been any kind of attack made against the dome yet.]

Perhaps they're more concerned with what we may do. [because he knows it's only a matter of time before his own curiosity gets the better of him and he makes a trip to the dome.]

[Once again Charles goes quiet as he walks along with Erik, his expression thoughtful and distracted, for the time being, from his own predicament.]

What a sad way to live. [He said softly.] I wonder what has happened in the past to make them so wary.

[The distraction of this inner pondering would no doubt keep him from overthinking his own situation, trapped here in a strange world, among complete strangers.]

That may be something you're better suited to finding out.

[assuming this charles is anything like the other ones he knows. whether there's any relevant information available or not, the history of this planet isn't something they can ignore.]

There's some form of library here that I'm sure you'd be able to access if you wished to.

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