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Raven Darkholme | Mystique ([personal profile] permutates) wrote2013-07-20 05:36 am

01st transformation . video . locks for erik & charles

[ She greets the barge with a smile. Her appearance is 'normal' - normal for a human. No blue skin or yellow eyes in sight. ]

Hi. [ And a little wave. She regrets it immediately. That's kind of embarrassing, isn't it? And not something that she should be doing, because she's here for a purpose. ] I'm Raven.

I heard a few of my friends were here, so I thought I'd come… help. I'm a warden.

And I'm here because I really believe that even if you're trapped, you still should have a chance to figure out who you are. I think that's important.

[ locked to Erik ]

Well, you thought I was crazy for trying, but I found you.

[ locked to Charles ]

[ She considered her approach to this for a long time. There are a lot of things that they should probably say to each other, and she's supposed to be responsible here. She can't just avoid him, as much as she wants to, while she gets her head together. ]

You should know that I'm here.
wedonot: (Come on Alex.)

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[personal profile] wedonot 2013-07-21 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[He smiles a little wanly.] Like I said, we're quite different from what some of the people here expect us to be.
wedonot: (I miss this. :c)

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[personal profile] wedonot 2013-07-21 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't know. The girl who told me about it refused to go into detail, and she left quite a while ago.
wedonot: (You could do with some you jerk.)

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[personal profile] wedonot 2013-07-21 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[He shrugs.] You don't have to believe me. But once people start telling you details of your life that you're completely unfamiliar with - like we were never siblings, Moira's supposed to be a Scottish geneticist, I met Erik in Israel while we were volunteering at a clinic together - it gets easier to accept. They've lived completely different lives than we have.
wedonot: (Trying to listen.)

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[personal profile] wedonot 2013-07-21 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[Maybe she'll like it better than way. B(]

Erik and I live down the hall, if you ever need us for anything.
wedonot: (Listening.)

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[personal profile] wedonot 2013-07-21 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's not sure what to make of that, and he still doesn't know where he really stands with her. It's not like she's been particularly clear.]

Alright.
wedonot: (Your nicknames aren't cute.)

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[personal profile] wedonot 2013-07-21 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[He feels like he should go. He's said everything he'd needed to, and he feels tired and drained and just wants to get away from other people for a while.]

Do you have any other questions?
wedonot: (All the sad times. :c)

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[personal profile] wedonot 2013-07-21 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[He doesn't know what to say. He's wondered more than once if he'd made a mistake when he'd offered her a home, if he should have found somewhere where she'd have parents and more than just him to keep her company, especially when his mother had really started to decline. It feels like this is just proof that he'd made a mistake, that he'd tried too hard to be everything for her, and it was his fault.]

I'm sorry. [It's quiet, and too emotional for his liking, but it's the only thing he can really think to say. He can feel the familiar want to just completely shut down beckoning, and there's a part of him that does desperately want to give into it, but he can't do that here.

There's another part of him that desperately wants to lean on Erik, but he feels pathetic and stupid for thinking it, and gets to his feet before he starts considering his options further.]


Let me know if you need anything.
wedonot: (I feel it in my bones.)

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[personal profile] wedonot 2013-07-21 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[He freezes, doesn't look her in the eye, tries to remind himself that he's fine, he's fine as if that's enough to make him feel like he's not starting to fall apart. It's not, but he can't do it in front of her, doesn't want to do it in front of anyone, and so he just takes a rattling breath and forces the words out.]

I'll see you later. [He heads for the door and leaves before she has a chance to say anything else.]