[ When the weekend arrives, things tend to calm down among the community. People take breaks from their larger projects, construction halts. The atmosphere is relaxed, and everyone gathers either in their homes or in the outdoor space by the fire - sharing stories, making food; sometimes there's even music performed by the residents who are so inclined.
There haven't been any new arrivals to Genosha since Wanda, so Erik's focus has been solely on the community for the past few weeks, and tonight his plans are to stop by Wanda's home to visit with Kira and Nic.
He's glad to see that she's taken a special interest in the two siblings, given their adjustment process had been more challenging than most. They had a ways to go before their reading and writing skills were up to the normal standard for children their age, but he's hoping he can assist with that tonight.
The picture they drew him still sits on his bookshelf in the frame, the small bit of color and life amid his nondescript belongings and furniture. It still draws a smile from him when he looks at it from time to time.
Curious to see the changes she's made to the interior of her home, Erik announces his arrival with a knock to the door. ]
[She'd asked him to come over a little early, and so Wanda is expecting the knock. The small path to her home is lined with flowers certainly not native to Genosha, though the outside of the building remains untouched.
Wanda opens the door with a small smile.]
Hey. The kids should be here in about ten or fifteen minutes. I can give you the grand tour.
[He'd wanted to see, after all. Wanda steps back so that he can enter, and it's all very unassuming: a small hallway, painted a warm white, with a spot for coats and jackets and shoes. At the end of the hall is a room that clearly contains a neatly made bed, but to their immediate left is an open archway that presumably leads to a kitchen, and to the right another that goes to a den. It's the kitchen she tries to usher him towards first, all warm, soft yellows.]
I thought we could do sandwiches for a meal. Nothing fancy.
[ He offers a smile as she opens the door and invites him in for the tour. Glancing around, the interior is pretty much the opposite of his own home. It's warm and inviting and feels like someone actually lives here. His place isn't really set up for visitors, as it was chosen for the tactical advantage of being the highest home with views in most directions. But after her visit he's realizing he could benefit from making the place more welcoming, like her own home. ]
This is really nice. And I like the flowers on the path outside.
[ He says as he steps into the kitchen. He's not sure where they're native to, but they are a nice addition and seem to be thriving well, thanks to her. ]
Thanks. I caught Kira and Nic trying to pick a few a while back. That's how this all started.
[She just sort of vaguely motions in the air. Does she mean the reading and writing, or the fact that her home is intentionally inviting? Maybe both. The home is small and quaint, a far cry from the compound or her little cabin in the woods, surrounded by her orchard and sheep. This place is warmer. It still feels a little alien, to her, but in time she hopes she'll feel entirely at ease.]
You can move the coffee table in the den to the side. In case they want to sit on the floor once we get started.
[Her sofa is small, and while the four of them could squeeze in, that's not ideal if the children are nervous. And while Wanda could easily do it herself, quicker than it would take him to walk over there, she wants him to help.]
[ He's glad to be given a task, even if it's just a small one. For all that he oversees and arranges for the arrival of the younger mutants that come to Genosha, Erik hasn't spent time much time one on one with them. He hasn't been around children since his daughter, and he's concerned he has forgotten how to access that side of himself; on his darker days wondering if it still exists.
But he wants it to.
He moves the coffee table to the side as asked, leaving plenty of space in the center of the room for the four of them. ]
What have you observed about them, during the time you've spent together?
[ Based on how they were when they arrived, Erik had noticed that Kira was the less shy of the two; and would often speak for her brother if he didn't quite feel comfortable. Beyond that, he didn't have many other details. ]
[As she constructs four separate sandwiches, she gives his question some consideration. She hadn't asked much of the children. It was far more important they begin to feel comfortable around her than her learning anything concrete. So far, at least.]
The girl is more outgoing. Assertive. [As he's realized.] Still timid, but Nic is more so. He seems to be the younger of the two. More interested in coloring than writing. Kira seems to know a bit, but he couldn't even write his name.
[Which makes her wonder how they lived before Genosha, but if she lets herself imagine how terrible it must have been, she'll cut straight through the plate instead of just the sandwich she's working on.]
They're not feral children. They have manners. It's interesting.
[ Said neutrally. He'd seen it enough times in various pairings - whether the residents here on the island, or from his life before. When two people had to lean on each other, especially if they were different from society the way mutants were; there was usually one that fell into that role. If Erik had had siblings, he thinks that would have been him, even if he'd been the younger one. ]
My contact found them in a rural part of France, they'd been hiding out in an abandoned home for a few days. I don't know where they were headed, or what they were running from. I haven't thought it a good idea to press them about it; though I do have people searching the surrounding areas for signs of what happened.
[ And if they had family remaining. What their lives had been like before they came to Genosha was a mystery. There had been rumors in the nearest town of people shunning two children who looked like 'demons', turning them away when they'd came to seek shelter, and food. Erik had nearly lost control at that descriptor; if it weren't for the pressing need to find the kids and make sure they were alright, he's not sure what he would have done to the townspeople. ]
[ A week had passed since Erik and Wanda had dinner and read to Kira and Nic. He'd been over to visit them at their home a few times during the week, just brief check ins to see how they were doing. They'd been reading to each other from the book Wanda had given Kira; and he'd noticed subtle positive changes in their overall demeanor and the way they'd communicate. Nic was a little less shy, Kira a little more talkative. Slow progress, but still progress.
Everything was going fairly well.
As a result, Erik's thoughts frequently traveled back to the conversation he had with Wanda about looking into his memories. Letting someone into his mind was not something he took lightly. So he took the time to really think about it. Each time he did, his conflicting emotions gradually became less intense. The idea of it seemed less daunting. Much that had to do with the time he'd spent around Wanda and the children; it helped him feel more comfortable, to extend more of his trust - which had always been a difficult thing to do.
Eventually, he'd reached a point where he felt certain enough to seek her out and ask; provided she wasn't already occupied with something.
It was around late afternoon when he knocked at her door; after having just returned from a quick perimeter scan of the island. They had people who's sole job was to keep watch for any intrusions, disturbances, or unwanted visitors; but Erik still made it a point to do so every day. It made him sleep easier to see for himself that all was safe. Especially right now, with what he was about to potentially do. ]
[Erik's arrival is both a surprise and not. She hasn't needed to read his mind to know that he's been mulling over her offer. She's glad he hadn't said yes or no without giving it all due consideration. It's an opportunity not many people would get in their lifetime.
She suspected he'd come around eventually, and when she opens the door, she greets him with a surprised smile.]
Hey.
[There's a mug of tea in her hand, still steaming. Otherwise, she doesn't look very busy, hair tied back in a loose ponytail and dressed in a loose shirt and jeans.]
[ He reassures, then there's a pause. Even though he's come to a decision, somehow it's still difficult for him to vocalize. There's some reluctance, if only because he knows that even re-living a happy memory isn't exactly going to be without pain. But he's prepared himself for that, as best as possible. So, he continues on - ]
I've taken time to think about... what you offered. I believe I am ready. If you're not otherwise busy, that is.
[ He glances at her cup of tea, taking in her casual appearance. It doesn't appear that he's disturbed her from something, but if that was the case, it could wait. ]
[Yes or no, she'd respect his choice. What mattered to her was that he considered it. Face held entirely neutral, she listens to Erik speak. and--she's pleasantly surprised.]
I'm not busy. Come in. [She offers him a small smile as she steps aside to allow him into the house. It's not what she planned for her afternoon, no, but it's one of the better ways she could spend it.]
I'm glad you want to do this.
[She won't be asking if he's sure, because she doesn't want him to doubt himself.]
[ He offers a slight smile as he steps into the house. ]
Tea would be great, thank you.
[ He's not exactly on edge, but he's not entirely at ease either. Tea usually helps settle that, so he follows her into the house and takes a seat at the kitchen table. That she's glad he wants to do this is encouraging, and helps with any lingering uncertainty over whether or not this is even something he should be asking of her. He knows what's in his head, and the last thing he wants is for her to stumble upon something best left unseen. ]
Have you done this for many others before? Shown them their memories?
[ He doesn't doubt her ability, but he's curious if it is a common occurrence. ]
[Wanda takes her mug with her, topping hers off while pouring him a new one. She brings them over to set down on the kitchen table before sitting across from Erik.]
Not in good will. [She's inflicted nightmares and terrible memories on people before, but nothing like this.] The average person doesn't appreciate someone in their head. Understandably. I don't like people in mine, either.
[Agatha had coaxed out some memories, good and bad, trying to figure Wanda out. There were no good intentions there, but even just momentarily seeing the people she'd loved and lost made her forget all the terrible things that had happened.]
[ Erik tried his best to remain neutral about meeting potential new recruits. But he wasn't going in blind either. He'd researched the guy, and had people look into his background. There wasn't a lot to find, which had him somewhat wary. Erik's own past was made fairly public, as a result he didn't have the option of anonymity.
Which either attracted people that sympathized with him and shared his views on mutants, or ones that thought he ought to be locked away; or some that just wanted to stay as far away as possible. Another option, more rare; was someone knowing of Erik and assuming he still held authority over a mutant empire, the Brotherhood, and they wanted to take over as leader.
Rare an option as it might be, Erik was prepared for all outcomes.
He'd filled Wanda in on the details before their teleporter, Gabriella, had transported them to London.
The mutant they were meeting was named Matthew, mid-thirties, his abilities (at least as he'd told Erik's contact) were telekinetic in nature and he had some minor telepathic capacity; though he'd said it was limited to only reading thoughts. His interest in joining the community was in wanting to find shelter after having his status as a mutant revealed accidentally one day at his job.
All seemingly normal details. But the lack of information about him raised certain flags. ]
I intend on asking him about what happened with his last occupation, since that was his stated reason for seeking shelter with the community.
[ Erik tells Wanda as they wait at the destination for Matthew to arrive. It's a fairly deserted location, a large enough open industrial space bordered by tall buildings on either side; lights are on in some of the windows but it's evening so most who work day jobs have departed for the day. Erik wears his helmet to guard his mind, even if Matthew only had minor telepathy; he's not one to take risks.
Gabriella waits at a separate location a few miles away for safety's sake, given she's the sole teleporter with knowledge of where Genosha is located. ]
Stay calm and follow my lead.
[ He says in a steady tone, not taking his eyes off the figure that appears in the distance - average height and build, walking toward them with a friendly, casual air. He lifts a hand to wave in greeting. ]
[Telekinesis and some telepathy. It's similar enough to Wanda that her first inclination is sympathy: she remembers well the struggles she had honing those skills. HYDRA at least did that much for her: they taught her what she was capable of. The tests, the trials--she had at least a decent grasp on her abilities, not knowing the full extent of them, though no one could have imagined she was the Scarlet Witch back then when she was so young and so single-sighted.
Stay calm, Erik says, and Wands smiles slightly.]
I will.
[On both counts. She trusts him, and really only agreed to come along to ensure his safety. It wouldn't be all too difficult to rip that helmet off and get into his head. Still, Wanda would like to give Matthew the benefit of the doubt, even as he comes to a stop several paces away and helplessly motions to the warehouse to their left.
Hands in her pockets, Wanda watches him. A very normal looking fellow. Maybe a touch anxious. But she supposes she would be too, asked to meet in such a place to more or less be interrogated.]
[ It's much easier to subdue someone in a warehouse full of metal than a public environment like a coffee shop, so Erik's fine with the location. He doesn't say anything in response, but nods and goes to follow until all three are out of sight of any onlookers; the warehouse is a little dim but there's light enough from the street filtering in.
He takes a moment for introductions among the three of them, which seem to go well. Erik's reserved but polite enough, though it still strikes a noticeable contrast in Matthew's somewhat overt friendliness. He notices the anxiousness as well, and thinks it's either because of the interrogation aspect of this interview; or because he's leading them into a trap. For Matthew's sake, he hopes it's the former and not the latter. ]
I understand you're seeking shelter after an incident at your former job.
[ Erik starts off with that, to which Matthew nods and elaborates about how he'd been verbally bullied by co-workers for being the 'new guy'.
I tried to just roll with it, I mean they don't know me. But I guess they just caught me on a bad day, you know? He lifts his hands up with a shrug. ]
What happened, specifically?
[ Did a file cabinet topple over onto a co-worker? Did the walls cave in? There were a lot of ways telekinesis could manifest and he wanted to get an idea of how it worked for Matthew. Erik's tone is calm and steady, he's just gathering information; but he does pick up on the vague response given and the way Matthew's eyes seem to wander the warehouse, rather than stay set on either himself or Wanda. It makes him wonder what Wanda's take is on him so far. ]
[Wanda's never been the most outgoing, though she's a careful level of reserved during the introductions. She's mindful of her own mind, hyperaware. She doesn't trust other telepaths because she knows how easy it is to give in to the temptation to peek. She knows, because she's tempted to do the same as Matthew talks.
She glances to Erik as Matthew explains that it was such a men's club, that because he didn't want to grab beers after work or talk sports they kept teasing and teasing, picking at every part of his personality that had been on display. Even things he couldn't control--his height, his lack of muscle. And so, one day, he--well, he doesn't remember exactly what happened, but the next thing he knew his particularly pushy coworker had gone straight through the floor to ceiling window, plummeting to his death onto the street below.
He struggles near the end, rubbing a hand over his mouth, and squeezing his eyes shut.
Except.]
That would have been in the papers.
[Wanda speaks up immediately, head tilting. The internet isn't in the palm of their hands, but Erik would have known this story and shared it with her. His informants would have shared it, if they knew.]
You're a bad liar. [Takes one to know one. It's why most of her lies are by omission, not false words. Though this is so transparent she feels mildly insulted.] Try again. The truth, this time.
[ Wanda can't read Erik's thoughts at the moment, but she may as well have been in his head for all that they're sharing the same opinion. There's no way a mutant causing the death of a human by use of their powers wouldn't have been all across news stations. Erik's contacts would have informed him and he wouldn't have gone anywhere near it. It was Charles's territory to try and sway the opinions of the human population when things like this happened. He was the diplomat, not Erik.
This story is a lie. And Erik's focus now is on the why of it. ]
What really happened?
[ Erik asks, this time with no trace of politeness. It's more of a demand than a question. There's a flash of defiance in the other man's eyes, only for a second before the mask slips back in place and he tries to appeal to their sympathies once more.
Okay fine, maybe I didn't put him through the window, alright? But I hurt him, real bad, and they chased me out. Said they never would've hired me if they knew I was a freak. He emphasizes that last word, twisting his face as if to convey how much it had wounded him to hear it. Erik wasn't buying it. And he felt fairly certain Wanda wouldn't be either.
Noticing their unchanging expressions, Matthew keeps going. Look just give me a chance alright? I need a safe place to go, or they'll come after me! Isn't that what you do? Take in mutants that need help? Well, that's me. I'm asking, pleading, just let me at least stay for a couple days. ]
That's not how this works. There are places you could go to find temporary shelter if you truly needed it.
[ And his story was still too vague, his emotions unconvincing in the re-telling. Erik's patience is wearing thin. He glances over at Wanda, hoping to convey in a look that now was the time to peer into the man's true motivations; if he wouldn't give a straight answer to Erik's next question. ]
Why not seek out Charles Xavier?
[ He was the more popular option, especially in London. Charles would take in just about anyone, but not if they were actually a threat. ]
[No one would need powers of any sort to figure out this was bullshit. Wanda can't immediately make sense of it. Freak. Mutant. He says the words, tells the story, and she understands Erik's look. Except before she can turn her gaze back to Matthew, she feels it. Just a slight pinprick in the back of her mind; someone testing a handle to see if the door is locked.
He'll need to be better than that.
She's not happy to find her suspicion of telepaths, even on a smaller scale, to be true. Oh, well.]
Nice try. [She says, cutting through his concentration. Matthew looks genuinely startled, the first true response since they've met, and Wanda lifts a hand to subdue him, eyes red. No running. No fighting. He cries out as her magic holds him in place.
And then she can see it in his mind, bits and pieces of images and whispers.
She rattles off her findings to Erik, voice steady.]
He thinks Xavier is too soft. Humans don't deserve to breathe the same air as mutants. Humans don't deserve to live. To reproduce. Xavier won't choose the right side in the war. Genosha could be the home for soldiers, a place to rally and train before exterminating the weak. Only mutants, superior in every way, should be allowed to walk the earth.
[Matthew yells for Wanda to stop. It's not hurting him. She's merely browsing, even as his anger grows.]
[Wanda makes no effort to hide herself this time. It's Erik's fault for not being upset about her sneaking into his home the first time. Once more, it's a surprise for him, but this time it's from her rather than the kids. She had enjoyed learning how to make latkes from him--and she practiced her French accent along the way--and she thought she'd show her appreciation by making him some tonight. In his own kitchen.
Besides, she's had some other work to do here. A set of warm-colored placemats at the table. A nice plate that holds the latkes. Not to mention the little pops of color she's been leaving during her visits which he's either yet to notice, or has yet to comment on.
The new planter of flowers under his window might be a little too obvious, however. A mix of Nina and Magda's favorites.
He's home a little earlier than expected, but that's fine. She's done.]
Hope you don't mind that I let myself in.
[A little while ago, given that she's cooked and cleaned up already.]
[ He'd noticed the small adjustments to his interior decor; though initially they were subtle enough that he'd wondered if maybe she had just left something of her own behind and forgotten to take it with her. It wasn't until the planter with sunflowers and daisies that he realized it was all clearly intentional. He'd had a chuckle to himself at that, and at each time he'd arrive back home to find a new pillow on his sofa in a color that wasn't black or grey; or a vase on the countertop.
Tonight he's well aware of her presence in his home as he climbs the stairs to the living area, welcomed by the familiar scent of latkes. ]
Not at all.
[ His response is a simple one, though his voice is a little thick with emotion as he's hit by a wave of nostalgia that washes over him at the sight of the plate of latkes in the middle of the table, and the new placemats surrounding them. It had been an enjoyable process teaching her the recipe, French accent and all; and he's incredibly touched by the gesture. ]
This is a very thoughtful surprise, thank you Wanda. [ He smiles and takes a seat at the table, gesturing for her to join him. ] Did you have any trouble making them?
[ From the look of it he'd guess she got the recipe down to perfection. ]
[She smiles and pats his shoulder before she goes to sit. Erik appreciates it, she knows, just as she knows how deep the emotions run at having something from childhood prepared for him.]
[ He doesn't need to tell here what's available, since she's been here cooking for however long; that and by now he figures she's familiar enough with what he has on hand. The usual is in the fridge - beer, water, things to make tea with on the countertop. ]
I should also thank you for the gradual additions to my home. [ He says with a knowing, amused glance toward the the flowers in the planter. ] Were you planning on giving me at least a head's up before you painted the walls?
[ Said teasingly, because she's only made these small adjustments and he hasn't minded. They add warmth to his environment, one that was very much lacking beforehand. ]
[And how convenient that she can open the fridge and wave over the beers without getting up. And then he makes her laugh, because she's been caught in another regard.]
I was seeing how long it would take you to say something. It's been looking better in here, if I do say so myself. You're happy with it?
[ He nodded a thanks when she got them both a beer. Oh the simple convenience of being able to move things with your will, he knew a measure of that; lesser than hers however. ]
I am. Especially the flowers.
[ He responds with a nod, then begins to serve up the latkes; putting some on her plate first, then his. When he takes his first bite he shuts his eyes for a moment, then makes a sound of approval. ]
Perfect.
[ They really are. And it brings him straight back to his childhood, that taste and aroma; it's like he's back in the kitchen with his mother and father before when everything was fairly simple. Strange how food could do that. ]
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There haven't been any new arrivals to Genosha since Wanda, so Erik's focus has been solely on the community for the past few weeks, and tonight his plans are to stop by Wanda's home to visit with Kira and Nic.
He's glad to see that she's taken a special interest in the two siblings, given their adjustment process had been more challenging than most. They had a ways to go before their reading and writing skills were up to the normal standard for children their age, but he's hoping he can assist with that tonight.
The picture they drew him still sits on his bookshelf in the frame, the small bit of color and life amid his nondescript belongings and furniture. It still draws a smile from him when he looks at it from time to time.
Curious to see the changes she's made to the interior of her home, Erik announces his arrival with a knock to the door. ]
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Wanda opens the door with a small smile.]
Hey. The kids should be here in about ten or fifteen minutes. I can give you the grand tour.
[He'd wanted to see, after all. Wanda steps back so that he can enter, and it's all very unassuming: a small hallway, painted a warm white, with a spot for coats and jackets and shoes. At the end of the hall is a room that clearly contains a neatly made bed, but to their immediate left is an open archway that presumably leads to a kitchen, and to the right another that goes to a den. It's the kitchen she tries to usher him towards first, all warm, soft yellows.]
I thought we could do sandwiches for a meal. Nothing fancy.
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This is really nice. And I like the flowers on the path outside.
[ He says as he steps into the kitchen. He's not sure where they're native to, but they are a nice addition and seem to be thriving well, thanks to her. ]
Sounds good. Do you need help with anything?
[ Probably not, but he offers anyway. ]
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[She just sort of vaguely motions in the air. Does she mean the reading and writing, or the fact that her home is intentionally inviting? Maybe both. The home is small and quaint, a far cry from the compound or her little cabin in the woods, surrounded by her orchard and sheep. This place is warmer. It still feels a little alien, to her, but in time she hopes she'll feel entirely at ease.]
You can move the coffee table in the den to the side. In case they want to sit on the floor once we get started.
[Her sofa is small, and while the four of them could squeeze in, that's not ideal if the children are nervous. And while Wanda could easily do it herself, quicker than it would take him to walk over there, she wants him to help.]
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[ He's glad to be given a task, even if it's just a small one. For all that he oversees and arranges for the arrival of the younger mutants that come to Genosha, Erik hasn't spent time much time one on one with them. He hasn't been around children since his daughter, and he's concerned he has forgotten how to access that side of himself; on his darker days wondering if it still exists.
But he wants it to.
He moves the coffee table to the side as asked, leaving plenty of space in the center of the room for the four of them. ]
What have you observed about them, during the time you've spent together?
[ Based on how they were when they arrived, Erik had noticed that Kira was the less shy of the two; and would often speak for her brother if he didn't quite feel comfortable. Beyond that, he didn't have many other details. ]
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The girl is more outgoing. Assertive. [As he's realized.] Still timid, but Nic is more so. He seems to be the younger of the two. More interested in coloring than writing. Kira seems to know a bit, but he couldn't even write his name.
[Which makes her wonder how they lived before Genosha, but if she lets herself imagine how terrible it must have been, she'll cut straight through the plate instead of just the sandwich she's working on.]
They're not feral children. They have manners. It's interesting.
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[ Said neutrally. He'd seen it enough times in various pairings - whether the residents here on the island, or from his life before. When two people had to lean on each other, especially if they were different from society the way mutants were; there was usually one that fell into that role. If Erik had had siblings, he thinks that would have been him, even if he'd been the younger one. ]
My contact found them in a rural part of France, they'd been hiding out in an abandoned home for a few days. I don't know where they were headed, or what they were running from. I haven't thought it a good idea to press them about it; though I do have people searching the surrounding areas for signs of what happened.
[ And if they had family remaining. What their lives had been like before they came to Genosha was a mystery. There had been rumors in the nearest town of people shunning two children who looked like 'demons', turning them away when they'd came to seek shelter, and food. Erik had nearly lost control at that descriptor; if it weren't for the pressing need to find the kids and make sure they were alright, he's not sure what he would have done to the townspeople. ]
But they're safe now. And they have a home here.
[ Said to remind himself. ]
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Everything was going fairly well.
As a result, Erik's thoughts frequently traveled back to the conversation he had with Wanda about looking into his memories. Letting someone into his mind was not something he took lightly. So he took the time to really think about it. Each time he did, his conflicting emotions gradually became less intense. The idea of it seemed less daunting. Much that had to do with the time he'd spent around Wanda and the children; it helped him feel more comfortable, to extend more of his trust - which had always been a difficult thing to do.
Eventually, he'd reached a point where he felt certain enough to seek her out and ask; provided she wasn't already occupied with something.
It was around late afternoon when he knocked at her door; after having just returned from a quick perimeter scan of the island. They had people who's sole job was to keep watch for any intrusions, disturbances, or unwanted visitors; but Erik still made it a point to do so every day. It made him sleep easier to see for himself that all was safe. Especially right now, with what he was about to potentially do. ]
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She suspected he'd come around eventually, and when she opens the door, she greets him with a surprised smile.]
Hey.
[There's a mug of tea in her hand, still steaming. Otherwise, she doesn't look very busy, hair tied back in a loose ponytail and dressed in a loose shirt and jeans.]
Everything okay?
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[ He reassures, then there's a pause. Even though he's come to a decision, somehow it's still difficult for him to vocalize. There's some reluctance, if only because he knows that even re-living a happy memory isn't exactly going to be without pain. But he's prepared himself for that, as best as possible. So, he continues on - ]
I've taken time to think about... what you offered. I believe I am ready. If you're not otherwise busy, that is.
[ He glances at her cup of tea, taking in her casual appearance. It doesn't appear that he's disturbed her from something, but if that was the case, it could wait. ]
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I'm not busy. Come in. [She offers him a small smile as she steps aside to allow him into the house. It's not what she planned for her afternoon, no, but it's one of the better ways she could spend it.]
I'm glad you want to do this.
[She won't be asking if he's sure, because she doesn't want him to doubt himself.]
Do you want some tea before we begin?
[He can have something stronger after.]
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Tea would be great, thank you.
[ He's not exactly on edge, but he's not entirely at ease either. Tea usually helps settle that, so he follows her into the house and takes a seat at the kitchen table. That she's glad he wants to do this is encouraging, and helps with any lingering uncertainty over whether or not this is even something he should be asking of her. He knows what's in his head, and the last thing he wants is for her to stumble upon something best left unseen. ]
Have you done this for many others before? Shown them their memories?
[ He doesn't doubt her ability, but he's curious if it is a common occurrence. ]
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Not in good will. [She's inflicted nightmares and terrible memories on people before, but nothing like this.] The average person doesn't appreciate someone in their head. Understandably. I don't like people in mine, either.
[Agatha had coaxed out some memories, good and bad, trying to figure Wanda out. There were no good intentions there, but even just momentarily seeing the people she'd loved and lost made her forget all the terrible things that had happened.]
It's a vulnerability.
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Which either attracted people that sympathized with him and shared his views on mutants, or ones that thought he ought to be locked away; or some that just wanted to stay as far away as possible. Another option, more rare; was someone knowing of Erik and assuming he still held authority over a mutant empire, the Brotherhood, and they wanted to take over as leader.
Rare an option as it might be, Erik was prepared for all outcomes.
He'd filled Wanda in on the details before their teleporter, Gabriella, had transported them to London.
The mutant they were meeting was named Matthew, mid-thirties, his abilities (at least as he'd told Erik's contact) were telekinetic in nature and he had some minor telepathic capacity; though he'd said it was limited to only reading thoughts. His interest in joining the community was in wanting to find shelter after having his status as a mutant revealed accidentally one day at his job.
All seemingly normal details. But the lack of information about him raised certain flags. ]
I intend on asking him about what happened with his last occupation, since that was his stated reason for seeking shelter with the community.
[ Erik tells Wanda as they wait at the destination for Matthew to arrive. It's a fairly deserted location, a large enough open industrial space bordered by tall buildings on either side; lights are on in some of the windows but it's evening so most who work day jobs have departed for the day. Erik wears his helmet to guard his mind, even if Matthew only had minor telepathy; he's not one to take risks.
Gabriella waits at a separate location a few miles away for safety's sake, given she's the sole teleporter with knowledge of where Genosha is located. ]
Stay calm and follow my lead.
[ He says in a steady tone, not taking his eyes off the figure that appears in the distance - average height and build, walking toward them with a friendly, casual air. He lifts a hand to wave in greeting. ]
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Stay calm, Erik says, and Wands smiles slightly.]
I will.
[On both counts. She trusts him, and really only agreed to come along to ensure his safety. It wouldn't be all too difficult to rip that helmet off and get into his head. Still, Wanda would like to give Matthew the benefit of the doubt, even as he comes to a stop several paces away and helplessly motions to the warehouse to their left.
I would have chosen a café, but beggars can't be choosers, eh?
Hands in her pockets, Wanda watches him. A very normal looking fellow. Maybe a touch anxious. But she supposes she would be too, asked to meet in such a place to more or less be interrogated.]
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He takes a moment for introductions among the three of them, which seem to go well. Erik's reserved but polite enough, though it still strikes a noticeable contrast in Matthew's somewhat overt friendliness. He notices the anxiousness as well, and thinks it's either because of the interrogation aspect of this interview; or because he's leading them into a trap. For Matthew's sake, he hopes it's the former and not the latter. ]
I understand you're seeking shelter after an incident at your former job.
[ Erik starts off with that, to which Matthew nods and elaborates about how he'd been verbally bullied by co-workers for being the 'new guy'.
I tried to just roll with it, I mean they don't know me. But I guess they just caught me on a bad day, you know? He lifts his hands up with a shrug. ]
What happened, specifically?
[ Did a file cabinet topple over onto a co-worker? Did the walls cave in? There were a lot of ways telekinesis could manifest and he wanted to get an idea of how it worked for Matthew. Erik's tone is calm and steady, he's just gathering information; but he does pick up on the vague response given and the way Matthew's eyes seem to wander the warehouse, rather than stay set on either himself or Wanda. It makes him wonder what Wanda's take is on him so far. ]
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She glances to Erik as Matthew explains that it was such a men's club, that because he didn't want to grab beers after work or talk sports they kept teasing and teasing, picking at every part of his personality that had been on display. Even things he couldn't control--his height, his lack of muscle. And so, one day, he--well, he doesn't remember exactly what happened, but the next thing he knew his particularly pushy coworker had gone straight through the floor to ceiling window, plummeting to his death onto the street below.
He struggles near the end, rubbing a hand over his mouth, and squeezing his eyes shut.
Except.]
That would have been in the papers.
[Wanda speaks up immediately, head tilting. The internet isn't in the palm of their hands, but Erik would have known this story and shared it with her. His informants would have shared it, if they knew.]
You're a bad liar. [Takes one to know one. It's why most of her lies are by omission, not false words. Though this is so transparent she feels mildly insulted.] Try again. The truth, this time.
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This story is a lie. And Erik's focus now is on the why of it. ]
What really happened?
[ Erik asks, this time with no trace of politeness. It's more of a demand than a question. There's a flash of defiance in the other man's eyes, only for a second before the mask slips back in place and he tries to appeal to their sympathies once more.
Okay fine, maybe I didn't put him through the window, alright? But I hurt him, real bad, and they chased me out. Said they never would've hired me if they knew I was a freak. He emphasizes that last word, twisting his face as if to convey how much it had wounded him to hear it. Erik wasn't buying it. And he felt fairly certain Wanda wouldn't be either.
Noticing their unchanging expressions, Matthew keeps going. Look just give me a chance alright? I need a safe place to go, or they'll come after me! Isn't that what you do? Take in mutants that need help? Well, that's me. I'm asking, pleading, just let me at least stay for a couple days. ]
That's not how this works. There are places you could go to find temporary shelter if you truly needed it.
[ And his story was still too vague, his emotions unconvincing in the re-telling. Erik's patience is wearing thin. He glances over at Wanda, hoping to convey in a look that now was the time to peer into the man's true motivations; if he wouldn't give a straight answer to Erik's next question. ]
Why not seek out Charles Xavier?
[ He was the more popular option, especially in London. Charles would take in just about anyone, but not if they were actually a threat. ]
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He'll need to be better than that.
She's not happy to find her suspicion of telepaths, even on a smaller scale, to be true. Oh, well.]
Nice try. [She says, cutting through his concentration. Matthew looks genuinely startled, the first true response since they've met, and Wanda lifts a hand to subdue him, eyes red. No running. No fighting. He cries out as her magic holds him in place.
And then she can see it in his mind, bits and pieces of images and whispers.
She rattles off her findings to Erik, voice steady.]
He thinks Xavier is too soft. Humans don't deserve to breathe the same air as mutants. Humans don't deserve to live. To reproduce. Xavier won't choose the right side in the war. Genosha could be the home for soldiers, a place to rally and train before exterminating the weak. Only mutants, superior in every way, should be allowed to walk the earth.
[Matthew yells for Wanda to stop. It's not hurting him. She's merely browsing, even as his anger grows.]
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Besides, she's had some other work to do here. A set of warm-colored placemats at the table. A nice plate that holds the latkes. Not to mention the little pops of color she's been leaving during her visits which he's either yet to notice, or has yet to comment on.
The new planter of flowers under his window might be a little too obvious, however. A mix of Nina and Magda's favorites.
He's home a little earlier than expected, but that's fine. She's done.]
Hope you don't mind that I let myself in.
[A little while ago, given that she's cooked and cleaned up already.]
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Tonight he's well aware of her presence in his home as he climbs the stairs to the living area, welcomed by the familiar scent of latkes. ]
Not at all.
[ His response is a simple one, though his voice is a little thick with emotion as he's hit by a wave of nostalgia that washes over him at the sight of the plate of latkes in the middle of the table, and the new placemats surrounding them. It had been an enjoyable process teaching her the recipe, French accent and all; and he's incredibly touched by the gesture. ]
This is a very thoughtful surprise, thank you Wanda. [ He smiles and takes a seat at the table, gesturing for her to join him. ] Did you have any trouble making them?
[ From the look of it he'd guess she got the recipe down to perfection. ]
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[She smiles and pats his shoulder before she goes to sit. Erik appreciates it, she knows, just as she knows how deep the emotions run at having something from childhood prepared for him.]
But you're very welcome.
[Wanda sits.]
Drink?
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[ He doesn't need to tell here what's available, since she's been here cooking for however long; that and by now he figures she's familiar enough with what he has on hand. The usual is in the fridge - beer, water, things to make tea with on the countertop. ]
I should also thank you for the gradual additions to my home. [ He says with a knowing, amused glance toward the the flowers in the planter. ] Were you planning on giving me at least a head's up before you painted the walls?
[ Said teasingly, because she's only made these small adjustments and he hasn't minded. They add warmth to his environment, one that was very much lacking beforehand. ]
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[And how convenient that she can open the fridge and wave over the beers without getting up. And then he makes her laugh, because she's been caught in another regard.]
I was seeing how long it would take you to say something. It's been looking better in here, if I do say so myself. You're happy with it?
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I am. Especially the flowers.
[ He responds with a nod, then begins to serve up the latkes; putting some on her plate first, then his. When he takes his first bite he shuts his eyes for a moment, then makes a sound of approval. ]
Perfect.
[ They really are. And it brings him straight back to his childhood, that taste and aroma; it's like he's back in the kitchen with his mother and father before when everything was fairly simple. Strange how food could do that. ]
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