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[frankensteinian]

Who: Erik, residents and visitors of the X-mansion, anyone else who comes across him
When: June 22
Where: Ingress Complex, Kauto (region five, residence fifteen), the places in between
What: A canon update and probably a lot of apologies
Warnings: Will update as needed

Ingress Complex, and the trip to R5

This isn't the first time he's been through the Ingress Complex, but this time at least he knows what's happening, and where he is. The anger that had tainted his arrival here is gone, too, or at least subdued enough not to be so apparent. It's manageable now, and he can start to move past it.

He allows the technician to complete their assessment, as patiently as he can, because he knows that he's not injured and he's got somewhere he wants to be. Finally he's allowed to move on again, and because it's a long trip from here to his destination in Region Five, any number of people could come across him on the way.

X-mansion, residents and visitors

He never knows what to expect when approaching this place, whether it's in this world or the one he came from. He knows that things weren't left on the best terms the last time he was here, and that this is something he needs to work on. He just hopes that it can happen without the endless arguments like before.

He takes his time, strolling slowly through the grounds before approaching the house itself. He still thinks it's more house than anyone needs, but at least now he can see why Charles was so eager to use it for a school.

X-mansion, for Lorna

Once inside, and away from any of the residents or visitors who may have stopped him along the way, he stops by his room to pick something up. There's something he wants to show Lorna. Raven had been right when she told him that he had more family than he knew, and he hadn't been doing much about it before. Now he knows better, and is determined to do something about it. There's nothing he can do about Peter right now, but Lorna's here, and he'll make the most of that.

He sets out to look for her, starting with a knock on her door. Hopefully he's not disturbing her.

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[geomagnetically]

She's lying on her bed, turning a small rock over and over in her hands, examining it idly, when she hears the knock. Looking towards the door, she puts the rock back on her bedside table and opens the door.

She offers him a smile when she see's it's him, and steps in closer to start to give him a hug. "Hey."

[frankensteinian]

"Hello." She can absolutely give him a hug. He won't stop it. In fact, once she starts, he's going to expect it, so she'll just have to deal with him returning the hug.

"I want to show you something."

[geomagnetically]

Eventually, she pulls away slightly and tilts her head a bit, curious.

"What is it?" Pulling he rest of the way away, she motions for him to come inside more.

[frankensteinian]

He comes into the room and waits until the door is closed and they're both situated again before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a locket, the one he's had with him since his arrival. By now, it's been cleaned of the blood of his family's killers, those policemen who thought that removing their badges was enough to prevent Magneto from being able to try anything. He holds it out to her and waits until she's opened it before explaining further.

"My parents. All that I have left of them." And he knows he's lucky to have that much.

[geomagnetically]

She looks at the pictures, holding the locket carefully, while he briefly explains, but a couple of seconds after he's done speaking, she looks back up at him. "They look like they were nice people." As much as one can tell from that, anyway. She's glad he still has something left of them that is physical -- not just memories -- but she wishes it were more. She knows in her world, he's had a lot lost from him, and it sounds like it's pretty much the same story where he comes from too. "You've had it with you a while?"

[frankensteinian]

"They were." Two among the faceless, nameless millions, but they were the ones who meant everything to him. And he can't even visit their graves. He's only been back to that place once since he left it, and he left it a pile of rubble in his wake.

He nods. "I lost track of it for awhile, but I found it again." It had always been the pictures that meant more to him than the locket itself did, anyway.

[geomagnetically]

"That's good. That you found it again, I mean." Not that it was lost for a while. "You should wear it, and then never have to worry about misplacing it again." He had pulled it out of his pocket, after all. It might get lost by falling out of there.

[frankensteinian]

"Usually I keep it in my room." It's not likely to get lost from there, unless someone comes in and takes it. Which they can only do if they know how to pick a lock. "I thought you might like to see it."

[geomagnetically]

She gave a softer smile at that again, before gently closing it and handing it back to him. "Thanks for showing me. I wish I had some pictures of Luna here to show you. She's Pietro's daughter and very cute." The best niece ever, basically.

lunch shenanigans;

[shadowblends]

Things have been rough the last couple of weeks. That doesn't mean Kurt's given up his weekly ritual of cooking or baking something new, though. Today's recipe is 'potato chowder,' although the 'potatoes' he's dicing are a brilliant shade of pink on the inside.

His head lifts at the sound of footsteps, neck craning so he can glance at Erik passing by from his peripheral. At first, he believes he's imagined seeing the metal-manipulator, but after wiping his hands with a nearby towel and rushing to the doorway to look again, he knows it's no illusion.

"Erik!" he calls out, a mixture of enthrallment and relief flooding his features at the sight. "You're back."

[frankensteinian]

Erik turns when he hears his name. "I am. I wasn't gone for long, was I?" He's been in the Ingress Complex when he woke up, so he knew that he hadn't been around, but no one had told him yet how long he'd been there. Long enough for his absence to be noted, obviously, but he doesn't know more than that.

[shadowblends]

"Not too long, no. A couple of days ...?" That wasn't the point, though. He's back and seems to be unharmed, which was what Kurt had worried about the most. One blue hand raises to motion Erik into the kitchen as he pivots on the ball of his foot, only hesitating long enough to poke his head around the frame of the entryway and ask: "How are you feeling?"