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[After telling Charles where he was, Erik settled down into a chair to wait. He'd been telling the truth, he came into the bar to clean out a wound. It looked a lot uglier than it was at the time, a gouge in his ribs, and the bar was half destroyed. It was on fire partly when he got there, so he put it out, while still feverish and getting past the worst of it. There was looting in there so he was impressed any of the liquor remained, but there was whiskey. A few tables and chairs made it, but on the whole, the pub was damaged badly. So of course he'd claimed it as his own. Nothing like rising from the ashes.

Erik himself looked terrible. He didn't need to look into a mirror to know it. His clothes were torn and dirty, there was blood and sweat on his face, and he used a bar towel to bandage his cut. It was superficial, he didn't need to go to a doctor. All he needed was to rest and drink until he could take a firm stance again. There were things to be done, but he was tired. For now, he gave himself permission to be weak. Maybe it was a sign of strength, to allow weakness voluntarily, but he knew inviting Charles was a bad idea. Nothing to be done about it now. The helmet was on the table to the side, his cape thrown over it, and he closed his eyes. He'd already scared off more than a few people who tried to come in. No one had dared for at least a few hours, so there was that.]

[Fuzzy timelines. After Marta and Seven, before heading back to Gotham.]

[Locked to Mutants, biological and pulse-made.]
[As Alison V.]

Someone's gone missing been taken. By someone, I mean a mutant.

[Text to Bruce B]
So..I sort of maybe felt something this morning.

[Dick G]
Checking in. How are you?

[Erik L]
Hi.

[X-Mansion]

Is everyone well? There is a lot of work happening right now. and a lot of talk

[Steve R]

Captain Rogers, how are you?

[Preston R]

Hello, Preston.

[Erik L]

Hello.

[Wanda M]

Hello, my dear.

[fuzzy timelines are fuzzy - guys we're in the middle of plot plz to be bearing with me. timelines are mostly so fuzzy]

[Erik Lehnsherr - Brain chat]

[Directly after this]

Erik?

[Preston R - Brain chat (sorry bro)]

[After this]

Preston? It's Charles - just me this time.

[Jack C - Brain chat attempt v1]

[Also after this]

Jack? It's Charles Xavier. I'm here to help you.

WHO: Erik Lehnsherr
WHERE: Manhattan
WHEN:  Now
WHAT: Narrative / Erik is infected oh no.
RATING: Lots of violence.

( Together we can destroy this entire city )

[A relatively open telepathic link (not that he knows it) Preston is searching the city for something. Preston, a bit removed from the population, is a very sane, quiet mind, though he's frightened, which adds a faintly citric tang to his otherwise empathetic presence. Preston's empathetic telepathy is extremely strong. He doesn't have the knack of really shielding quite yet.

Addendum: We're assuming all of these are at different times! Yes!]

[X-Mansion people]

I'm sure you've seen the news - Captain America has informed there is an infection that is causing the hysteria. If you've been in the city, please let me know. If you haven't - please stay away. If you are hallucinating, or feeling ill tell me and we'll be sure that you get the medical attention you need.

[Erik L]

Where are you?

[Public]
[After all the news. As JR S.]

Why do people continue to live in NYC here? I can't imagine what your insurance rates are like.

[Locked to Charles X.]

Have you got any more books on anatomy and disease?

Also, hello.

[Old CIA crowd]

Still alive?

[Text to Mai S.]

I think we ought to try out the danger room.

[Locked to Erik L]
[As Mender.]

Have you met with a lot of other mutants?

[Locked to Erik L]

Can we talk when you have a moment?

[Wren H]

Are you alright, my dear?

[Luke H]

Luke, do you have a minute?

[Erik L - against all his better judgment because of reasons and he hates all the reasons reasons are the worst god fucking dammit]

Hello.

[As anon, for once. After reading a few of Marvel's comics.]

How does one avoid telepaths?

[Claire got to the coffee shop only a minute or two before nine, biting back a yawn as she parked. For a moment, she studied the shop itself, peering through the window as she looked around for a tall guy wearing a hat. Shrugging finally, the eighteen year old got out of the car and headed on inside. She was a little wary, sure, but afraid? Not even a little bit. She was confident enough to know she couldn't be hurt. Walking to a corner table, she sat and watched through the windows, wondering when - or if - this Erik guy would show.]

Who: Liam Roberts & Erik Lehnsherr
What: A meeting of the like-minded
Where: Hudson River Park | Marvel
When: Now!
Warnings/Rating: Probably none, but TBD

Hudson River Park was only a short cab trip from the motel that he had been staying at since crossing through to see Ben, and to say that he was eager was putting it mildly. The time alone had not been good to him, nightmares about the cult, about being strung up, helpless, he would wake trembling like a leaf, unable to fall back asleep. So the man that strode towards the statue was not at his best. The blue eyes were bright but surrounded in shadows, his skin an unhealthy shade of pale from so much time indoors. And at first glance, the thing that made him different was not so obvious, at least unless you looked closely. The wings were flexible, strong yet light, and they hid with only a slight amount of effort beneath the heavy cotton button down he wore, dark trousers concealing the rest that would have hung beneath his shirt.

A tall man with dark hair. And a hat. It was not the most specific of descriptions that Liam had ever been given, but there was not a large crowd near the statue that afternoon. He stilled for a handful of minutes, looking this way and that before he swept a hand back through his hair, pushing it out of his eyes, and moved towards the only person in the vicinity that fit the description he had been given. He wasn't entirely sure how to greet him, if names were something he shouldn't be throwing around so easily, so Liam kept it as easy and casual as he could.

"Are you waiting for someone?"

[Locked to mutants, both born and made through the pulse]

I have been waiting and watching, and I believe it is time to speak.

My name is Erik Lehnsherr, and I am a mutant. I have the ability to manipulate and control metal. I understand there were some people hit by a "pulse" that caused them to develop new abilities. Someone caused it, and knowing humans, they will be looking for you. Perhaps they've already found you, or tried to experiment on you. I've seen this before, and they will not stop.

Brothers and sisters, we don't need a cure, and there isn't one, nor should they be. We are capable of many great things, things that ordinary people cannot fathom. And they will hate and fear you for it.

I had a team before. We found and protected mutants, and prepared for the coming war, because there is one. It is only a matter of time. Join me if you wish to be a part of real action, not hiding and hoping for the best.

[Anon: but locked from Steve R, Selina K, Bruce B and Tony S]

How can you be sure of an ability that doesn't show up most of the time?

Happy not-Father's Day.

[Public]

This day has proven to be one of my most interesting, and given recent days...I think I'd leave it at this day has been interesting.

[X-Mansion Inhabitants]

[After this]

So, I think I have the basics from Ms. Dailey, who I thank for helping to keep everything around here organized. Some of you, I hear, know me, and some of you do not. I would like to meet all of you before too long, but understand if you'd rather keep to yourself.

I am Charles Xavier, and I hope that my home will continue to keep you comfortable. And I am here at your convenience.

Right then.

[Erik Lehnsherr]

[after this OF COURSE.]

As if the situation isn't already complicated enough, Erik?

[Locked to Billy K]

Were you at the event?

[Locked to Lady Avengers and Lady Mutants]

Were any of you there? Are you all right?

ETA: [Locked to Erik L]
[After this]

Father.