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*after the weeks he'd had, Charles would love to enjoy the days of peace that followed the angels. He'd recognized that the angels themselves has disappeared, or at least permanently become statues, and normally he'd be able to rest in relief, but...

But the other presence had only gotten worse, and for two days he's been in a constant state of tense. Helping Sam hadn't decreased the feeling, in fact, forcing his way past images of hell only made it worse. Not that he ever came close to regretting that. The man desperately needed help, and Charles thought he was doing a good job in keeping him from mentally imploding.

And yet...this presence was creeping along him, feeding off the pain, and the anxiety Charles experienced building that wall.

He hasn't been able to sleep, so he'd made himself a cup of coffee and holed up in the library with a book, where he can be found now. It was quite as familiar as his own library, but big enough that he felt he could make himself right at home sitting here for a few hours. The books in front of him were a lengthy set of research journals based on the reality and physics of a world he'd never heard of, so Charles was pouring over the text in an effort to distract himself from the feeling of Impending Doom.

Feel free to come across him and realize this man hasn't had a decent night's sleep since the month started.*


((presuming this happens sometime after Charles finishes helping Sam))

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[atthemercyof]

[ It wouldn't do for Erik to panic. He's Magneto now (still Erik in his most private and protected of thoughts), and the monster in the helmet must be strong enough to withstand everything. Waking up in an unfamiliar place isn't the worst thing that's ever happened to him, and he's quick to adjust. Though it had looked so much like the Mansion -.

Libraries hold knowledge, and Erik's careful exploration of this chilly place had bought him down this path. If he can find out where he is, he can get out. Only

- Only Charles is right there, books in front of him, and Erik has a heart-stopping moment of panic before it's swept away in a tidal-wave of carefully placed indifference. His helmet is still in place. He's safe. ]

[whosthisbitch.livejournal.com]

[there's a warm presence around him, and suddenly... there's a certain deity (in a velvet catsuit) sat looking concernedly at him on the arm of the chair, ears and tail twitching.]