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]

[the silence is welcome as he follows along after shepard, still half on alert. for all he knows, she's leading him in to a trap of some sort. but the prospect of being able to see his charles again has his guard slipping.

it's been far too long.

when charles' pod comes in to view, shepard is the last of his concerns. instead, he turns to face the pod, hands pressing to the machine as he tries to feel out the locking mechanism. if he can just find out how it's been shut, then maybe he can force it open again.]

You left him in there. [he knows he should feel angry right now, but the sight of charles' face is enough to remind him of that promise. that agreement that violence won't be the first action he takes to. it's for charles' sake that he takes a few extra moments to himself to calm down.]

How do we get him out?

[femshep]

[His accusation strikes a nerve, and she swallows slowly, setting her jaw to keep her opinions to herself. But then he's asking a question, so she has to answer somehow.]

If I knew, he wouldn't be in there. [The reply's tense but not hostile. She did initiate this meeting, it'd be stupid to find a reason to bite his head off now.]

[lehnsherr]

[he nods slightly, gaze never once leaving the panel of glass. it's as though he worried that looking away will give charles enough time to disappear, and after losing him three times already, he doesn't think he can manage a fourth.]

I need him out of there. [to his credit, his voice at least stays calm. but the chunk of vibranium in his pocket tells another story, for once thankful for just how much more effort it takes to manipulate.]

Tell me that there's someone here who knows how.

[femshep]

[She shakes her head just slightly.] No one on this side of the dome. Maybe no one on the inside, either, but that one I can't confirm.

[lehnsherr]

[he should've known to expect it wouldn't be as easy as that. but that doesn't mean he was prepared to hear it. his hands tighten around the edges of the pod, still unable to actually feel a thing. the catch isn't any kind of metal he can touch. he doesn't know how to open the pod. not without risking hurting charles in the process.]

I think you need to leave.

[it's a request as opposed to a threat of any form. he needs some time alone with charles, regardless of his current condition.]

[femshep]

[For a second, she doesn't respond, eyeing him in appraisal. The last Erik was incredibly headstrong. If this one tries to say 'fuck the police' force the pod open, it could very well kill Charles, and that's not something she's going to just stand by and let happen.

But then, who even is she to argue? Certainly not someone who can claim she knew him for more than a couple of months, no matter how firmly he embedded himself in her central motor control during that time.

She has no right.]

Don't do anything you'll regret.

[A generic warning, but anything more specific would come out as an accusation. And with that, she's turning and walking off down the rows of pods.]

[lehnsherr]

[he doesn't offer up any kind of a reply. perhaps later he'll thank her for this. or maybe hate her for it. for once again being offered something he can't have for himself. but that's a consideration to be made later. instead, he just slumps against the side of the pod, eyes shut this time as he tries, vainly, to reach for that spark of a connection between their minds.

he won't be coming out the ship again for a long time.]