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Tweak says, "You should do him."

silvernpcs (silvernpcs) wrote in silverage,
@ 2011-08-24 21:23:00

Entry tags:

!log, erik lensherr, lorna dane, raven darkholme

Who: Erik and Lorna, later Raven!
What: Erik attempts to be mentor-like. We'll see if it works.
When:Where: Xavier's mansion, Westchester
Warnings: None

For some ungodly reason Charles enjoyed running. While Erik certainly could, he didn't enjoy repetitive motions especially when there was a general lack of conversation to be had while doing it. Charles would know in the end, but Erik cut the run with the students short. He was, technically, responsible for all of their well beings, but Erik found that he had very easily begun playing favorites. Even towards some of the newer students he barely knew. Could he really be blamed? He didn't know the green haired girl well, and admittedly (like most teenagers) she talked too much and found it too hard to sit still for his tastes, but she had his powers. Or something very similar at least. Not only did he know how dangerous his powers could be unharnessed, he knew how frightening they could be.

Erik waited on the mansion's back terrace, leaning against the stone railings as the moon rose higher in the sky behind him. The satellite was perfectly visible behind him and there was plenty of light coming from the mansion windows and small porch lamps by the door. He'd chosen the night for a reason. The quiet, rhythmic sounds of the evening and lack of distractions (mutants constantly training everywhere created more noise than anything else) were good for concentration. If what Lorna said was true, she was in dire need of some concentration and focus.

He glanced down at his watch, saw that it was only 9:28 and then pulled a handful of change from his pocket. It was mere seconds before it was floating in the air in front of him. Everyone had to start somewhere, and Lorna would be starting with nickles and dimes.

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silvernpcs
2011-08-29 03:54 am UTC (link)

"You may have to get angry," Erik said, not sounding very worried about it at all. Anger was something he'd lived with since 1944; it was hardly a foreign emotion. "Or it may be something as simple as a memory of your mother. We won't know until we work at it."

There was still the floating disc, folded over as it was. Erik turned it oblong again, flattening it out easily and evening the edges until it spun through the air perfectly in front of them. He waved his hand and the circle started spinning faster as it lifted higher in the air. "Do your best for yourself, not me." With a flick of his hand the disc when flying off across the grounds, only stopping once it hit a tree limb that subsequently fell to the ground.

"We'll start with coins. I'd be in trouble if I held a gun to your head this early in the process." Even if sometimes stress was the best way to learn. "Tomorrow? Earlier in the evening."

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so_polarized
2011-08-29 04:07 am UTC (link)

Lorna jumped a bit when the disc went flying into the tree, killing a limb - that was something you didn't see everyday! She tried to mimic the movement with another coin, just a penny, but it sort of...fell short and landed somewhere in the grass. Hrrmmm.

"Don't hold a gun to my head!" she shrieked, but couldn't help laughing at the idea. It was almost funny. "I'd rather stick with coins. But just tell me what time you want me to be out here and I'll be here. Everyday. I promise. And I'll put my best angry face on! Grrrr."

...that didn't work well. But she tried! And she wanted to spend more time with Erik because he was fascinating and so capable and awesome and maybe he gave the Professor temple rubs? That was the rumor, anyway.

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	silvernpcs 2011-08-29 04:23 am UTC (link)
	"That's how I learned," he grinned for the first time that evening. "And I'm still alive. You'll be fine, Lorna." Her angry face left much to be desired, but they would work on that if need be. "Six o'clock at night, then, and I'll tell the Professor that I don't have the time to do evening runs any more. Thank you for that." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

so_polarized
2011-08-29 04:47 am UTC (link)

"But that's different, you - " Grrrr again! Lorna wouldn't protest. She gave in, and gave Erik a snappy salute in jest. "Six o'clock at night, and no more running for you. I am at least glad I get to do you a favour in return." That didn't involve baking cookies. Erik definitely didn't seem like the cookie type, unfortunately. Maybe he liked brownies instead? It bore some thought and experimentation.

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