Freedom Looks A Lot Like A Bigger Prison Cell [OPEN]

[prefers_magneto]

WHO: Erik Lehnsherr and YOU.
WHAT: Looking around. Erik is out of prison and in some strange town that isn't Paris.
WHERE: Anywhere you like.
WHEN: Day 2-5


He'd gotten out of the car with everyone else, gone into the bathroom on the plane to change out of his prison clothes and when he returned to the cabin... Charles, Hank... the stranger they were with: none of them was on the plane. The cabin was empty and they were in the air.

They landed in a city. He was handed a pamphlet when he disembarked.

Strange.

He took a room for the night, heading out the next morning to look around. Where did everyone else go, if they weren't on the plane, and how could he get ahold of them? How was he going to get back... and did he want to? Charles had told him he'd broken him out only because he absolutely had to. He needed him for something that he didn't want his help with and Erik didn't know what yet. He did know that his idea of what was important hadn't matched Charles' in a long time.

But for now? He just needed intel. So he walked.

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[keymash]

It may not be New York, but that doesn't mean people might not need his help here. He's seen what little acts can do . . . and how far they can go. However, he's not interested in attracting attention to himself so he stays in the shadows of buildings, careful enough not to catch anyone's eyes. Red and blue is terrible camouflage though, he notes.

[prefers_magneto]

It is a terrible camouflage, but Erik waits until he's passing an alley to use a fire escape railing to wrap around his stalker's ankle. He strides into the alley once it's secured, looking up at the strangely dressed.... man?

He frowns.

"What are you supposed to be?" he asks flatly.

[keymash]

"Hey!" He squawks, totally undignified. Luckily, his own strength can rip the railing from the his ankle and leap a safe-ish distance away.

"I'm Spider-Man. What's your name, Mr. Metal?"

[prefers_magneto]

He raises an eyebrow slightly, but if that's how they're playing it. "Magneto."

[keymash]

Peter stared, not that it was easy to tell with the mask.

"No, seriously," he says, a little slower, "What's your name?"

[prefers_magneto]

"I'm sorry, Spider Man. Is it not a mundane enough description of what I do to suit your tastes?" he retorts.

[insistent]

Walking was good. Caroline had been doing that most of the morning, mapping out the city and relevant locations for future reference. It helped being able to move as fast she could sometimes, but she was trying to look human.

Mostly.

And okay, maybe there was a stop at the hospital where she convinced the nice nurse to let her into the lab where they stored the bags of blood for transfusions, which at least took some of the edge off.

So when she nearly collided with someone else on her way out of the building, Caroline blinked for a moment and then offered a slightly weak smile.

"Sorry about that."

[prefers_magneto]

He looked at her warily.

"You're coming out of the hospital in a hurry. Escaping?" he suggested wryly.

[insistent]

"Of course not." Caroline answered before she had time to think too much and then took another look at him.

You know, except she kind of had been leaving in a bit of a hurry. They might not notice a missing bag or three, but better to be out of there anyway.

"...Er, hi. I'm Caroline."

[prefers_magneto]

He was still giving her a slightly wary side-eye, but there was no need to be rude.

"Erik."

He nodded towards the hospital.

"Do you work there, then?"

Day 3

[artistwithasickness]

As great as hotel living was, it was still a lot of people separated from her by only a flimsy door, in a place where they could probably just ask the people that worked downstairs who was stationed in each room. No matter how welcoming and open Coba had been thus far; Devi was still inclined to her more secluded living.

It left her wandering the street with cheap 'travel guide of apartments' and a faint crinkle of focus in between her eyebrows, splitting her attention to where she was actually going. So maybe she stopped too abruptly in the flow of traffic on the sidewalk but still was better then ramming herself into a pole.

[prefers_magneto]

Erik had glanced down - just for the briefest of moments - to reference his own map, when she stopped suddenly. He walked into her back.

His head whipped up quickly at the impact to see what, exactly, he'd bumped into.

[artistwithasickness]

She tsk'd sharply and looked over her shoulder with a disgruntled face. "Hey, you wanna watch-" Great. She knew that face. Her own fell into a neutral look, lips tightening a little into a line.

"Sorry. Streets are a bit crowded, aren't they?" There was no telling what he knew and what he didn't, but regardless, she knew that Erik was to be approached cautiously at first.

[prefers_magneto]

The abrupt change in her demeanour when she saw his face told him exactly one thing: she recognized it, even though he'd never seen her before.

"Mm." He studied her for a moment. "Is it always like this around here?" he asked. Or was she a stranger to the place, too? Maybe she didn't know any better than he did.

[artistwithasickness]

"I wouldn't know. This is my first time around the block." She looked him up and down briefly. "Yours too, I'm guessing?"

Day 2

[neongirl]

This city certainly wasn't Seattle, that was for sure, and it definitely wasn't anywhere near the forested area of the Akomish Reservation they'd crashed in. But Fetch didn't care. All that mattered was she was out of that damn prison and starting on her promise.

Also? She was dressed like a normal person again. Well, her version of normal. Always a plus.

She ran along backstreets and alleyways, trying to stay out of sight. The problem was neon pink wasn't the most inconspicuous color in the world; especially not when it lit up all the alleyways. Coming out onto the sidewalk, she'd phased back into her normal form, glancing back at the disappointing trail of pink neon behind her, and then took off down the street.

[prefers_magneto]

He saw her come out of the alley.

Interesting.

But before he could approach her, she took off again.

He lifted himself into the air and followed, only landing when she'd come to a stop again.

"You're a hard person to start a conversation with."

[neongirl]

Erik's presence scared her and she took and step back, arm outstretched and glowing with pink energy. If he tried anything to her, she'd blast him with a few of her neon bolts.

"You one of the D.U.Ps?" Fetch asked, trying to keep the fear from her voice. Strange city or not, she wasn't taking any chances.

[prefers_magneto]

"The what?" he asked, regarding her cautiously as well. He took note of metal in the vicinity. Anything he could use to block a projectile if she sent one at him.

[neongirl]

Fetch didn't know if he was serious or playing her. Personal experience said the latter. She lowered her arm, slowly, to lull him into a false sense of security.

Then she bolted, phasing back into her neon form, and starting running. She went up the side of a building, trying to get some distance from him.

[bloodymess]

Damon was of a similar mind on gathering intel. While he was entirely fine with staying in this new, strange city, he wanted to know everything he could about it, too. Like for example, why were there dead people walking around? And could they prevent certain dead people from appearing? Or invite them? So many questions, and he wanted answers.

He notices Erik as he's exiting the hotel and decides to follow, because who knew what everyone else was doing and hey, maybe this guy knew something he didn't. He didn't look like a native anyway.

"So, how about this crazy city, huh?" What an icebreaker.

[prefers_magneto]

Erik hadn't really taken notice of the man as he exited the hotel and at the conversation starter, he glanced over dubiously.

"What do you know about it?" he asked.

[bloodymess]

"Not a damn thing." Is the instant, cheeky response. Which probably meant this guy didn't know anything either, so there went that idea. "Just that it's crazy, and it's a city."

And that weird versions of people he knew were popping up, but that wasn't worth mentioning just yet. "You got anything?" But he may as well ask anyway.

[prefers_magneto]

"No." And if he did, he was unlikely to share it with some random guy on the street. "I take it you just arrived as well?"

[bloodymess]

"Sure did." He gives the other man a half-smirk. "I've run into a few weird things here, but I figure that's the norm around here." Given the weird versions thing, unless that was him and all in his head, but he doubted that. He wasn't crazy.