This was not where he'd intended to be. Moreover, it seemed that Azazel was no longer escorting him. Either the man had blinked in, dropped him here, and blinked out again without Erik noticing, or something else was happening that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Casting a glance around were he'd ended up, Erik could make out the faint appearance of someone in the distance. Laying down on the ground, for some reason, but it was a person all the same. And Erik could put aside his loathing for humanity for a second to get some clarification as to what was happening and where he was.
Except the second that he started to close the distance between himself and the other person enough that he could actually get a good look at him, Erik realized that it wasn't just some random individual that was lying on the grass. It was Charles.
Though, he looked distinctively different from the last time Erik had seen him. It hadn't been that long, barely a month, but the beard, the hair, and the rather unnerving amount of blood the other man was coated with were extremely off putting. "Well, Charles," Erik said, sliding his hands into his pockets as he closed the last few yards between them, "care to explain what you've gotten us into this time?"