It was dark and I was over.
[Locked to atthemercyof. Terribe Things!Verse.]
[ Charles is lying on the hardwood flooring in the large hallway at the bottom of the grand staircase, slumped down against the hard metal of the radiator where both hands are tied around one of the pipes. But the open wounds spilling out crimson that fogs his vision and stains his clothes, and the bruises that will form if not broken bones beneath the wreckage, are more than enough to keep him down for good. Trying to tap into Sebastian Shaw's mind whilst he is wearing the helmet appears to be impossible and he knows it, the smug way he towers down over him enough to inform of this. Even in the broken state he lies in, Charles can put two and two together to fathom that whatever the helmet is created from must be similar to that of the diamond-like skin that Emma Frost shields her body and mind alike with.
But where is Erik? He can feel himself slipping in and out of consciousness, and the one and only thought that he can really concentrate on is the pleading loop that he is safe, wherever he is. He could easily open up their connection, depending on how far away it is that Erik has travelled, he could check for himself, call for help even, but he doesn't. If Emma is here, which seems likely if only he could focus his vision long enough to search the room full of mutants, she too would discover Erik's location and undoubtedly inform Shaw. The children, thankfully, are safely out of harm's reach, a quick pyshic message to Raven to let her know to hide everyone away in the hidden safe room was done just in time, but something tells Charles that the point of this visit, if not to get to Erik himself, is to get to the closest thing he has.
Shaw crouches down and places a casual hand against Charles' bloody shoulder, and even though he can't see it himself he can feel the amusement sitting there on his face. He feels something cold and sharp dig in to the numbing flesh across his forehead, a fresh stream of warm liquid that smells oddly like wet copper trickling down his face. ]
If you know what's good for you, son, you'll give Mr Lehnsherr a message from me. [ Charles manages a feeble groan of pain, and Shaw laughs, the others standing around close. ] On second thought, I did want to kill him myself, to be done with this whole inconvenience, but he's valuable after all, and with the one thing holding him back out of the way, what's to stop him returning to me willingly?
[ Charles is lying on the hardwood flooring in the large hallway at the bottom of the grand staircase, slumped down against the hard metal of the radiator where both hands are tied around one of the pipes. But the open wounds spilling out crimson that fogs his vision and stains his clothes, and the bruises that will form if not broken bones beneath the wreckage, are more than enough to keep him down for good. Trying to tap into Sebastian Shaw's mind whilst he is wearing the helmet appears to be impossible and he knows it, the smug way he towers down over him enough to inform of this. Even in the broken state he lies in, Charles can put two and two together to fathom that whatever the helmet is created from must be similar to that of the diamond-like skin that Emma Frost shields her body and mind alike with.
But where is Erik? He can feel himself slipping in and out of consciousness, and the one and only thought that he can really concentrate on is the pleading loop that he is safe, wherever he is. He could easily open up their connection, depending on how far away it is that Erik has travelled, he could check for himself, call for help even, but he doesn't. If Emma is here, which seems likely if only he could focus his vision long enough to search the room full of mutants, she too would discover Erik's location and undoubtedly inform Shaw. The children, thankfully, are safely out of harm's reach, a quick pyshic message to Raven to let her know to hide everyone away in the hidden safe room was done just in time, but something tells Charles that the point of this visit, if not to get to Erik himself, is to get to the closest thing he has.
Shaw crouches down and places a casual hand against Charles' bloody shoulder, and even though he can't see it himself he can feel the amusement sitting there on his face. He feels something cold and sharp dig in to the numbing flesh across his forehead, a fresh stream of warm liquid that smells oddly like wet copper trickling down his face. ]
If you know what's good for you, son, you'll give Mr Lehnsherr a message from me. [ Charles manages a feeble groan of pain, and Shaw laughs, the others standing around close. ] On second thought, I did want to kill him myself, to be done with this whole inconvenience, but he's valuable after all, and with the one thing holding him back out of the way, what's to stop him returning to me willingly?