video;

[lehnsherr]

[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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[lehnsherr]

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.

[excessivehubris]

[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?

[lehnsherr]

[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.]

[excessivehubris]

[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.]

[lehnsherr]

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.