Charles F. Xavier (
oxbridgethegap) wrote in
asgardeventide2012-03-27 05:09 pm
2nd revision; video
[Hello again, Asgard! Instead of looking irritable as he did previously, Charles actually has a pleased smile on his face. He's much more relaxed this time around, too.]
It seems that approaching the gods might actually work. Though Freyr was predictably stubborn regarding our original abilities, I must have talked him around eventually, seeing as my telepathy is in working condition again.
Now, Loki mentioned the gods becoming more accessible in the future, so I would suggest--
[It's right then that Charles abruptly cuts off, eyes widening. As the silence stretches on, his other hand lifts, hovering over his chest uncertainly. Though his eyes are still on the screen, they're unfocused, his expression just a bit dazed. That will be the last image of Charles Asgard has for a bit of time.
Without warning, there's an explosion of red. Most of it passes through the hologram, leaving the screen clear except for a few splotches where blood had splattered onto Charles' orange gem. So swift is the death, that the body left in its wake sways in the chair, as if confused by the sudden loss of weight above. It slumps back against the blood-stained chair, a dark red stain in the usually immaculate clothes spreading quickly from where Charles' neck should be.
Aside from the steady drip drip drip of the thick, warm liquid finding its way into puddles all around the small living space, the room is eerie silent. Then, the screen flickers, and the video ends.]
[About an hour later, Charles is miraculously in front of the screen again, pale and shaken, but otherwise fine. He clears his throat, fingers pressing clumsily against his neck--it's an assurance that he is very much in one piece now.]
It would appear that I owe someone an apology. Skeptical as I was before that our abilities are incompatible with this world, the gods spoke truly. That much I believe now, though a slightly less painful way of confirming this would have been appreciated.
[Charles rubs at his temples gingerly.] I don't suppose anyone knows where I could find sticks of incense in this city? Strong ones, preferably.
It seems that approaching the gods might actually work. Though Freyr was predictably stubborn regarding our original abilities, I must have talked him around eventually, seeing as my telepathy is in working condition again.
Now, Loki mentioned the gods becoming more accessible in the future, so I would suggest--
[It's right then that Charles abruptly cuts off, eyes widening. As the silence stretches on, his other hand lifts, hovering over his chest uncertainly. Though his eyes are still on the screen, they're unfocused, his expression just a bit dazed. That will be the last image of Charles Asgard has for a bit of time.
Without warning, there's an explosion of red. Most of it passes through the hologram, leaving the screen clear except for a few splotches where blood had splattered onto Charles' orange gem. So swift is the death, that the body left in its wake sways in the chair, as if confused by the sudden loss of weight above. It slumps back against the blood-stained chair, a dark red stain in the usually immaculate clothes spreading quickly from where Charles' neck should be.
Aside from the steady drip drip drip of the thick, warm liquid finding its way into puddles all around the small living space, the room is eerie silent. Then, the screen flickers, and the video ends.]
[About an hour later, Charles is miraculously in front of the screen again, pale and shaken, but otherwise fine. He clears his throat, fingers pressing clumsily against his neck--it's an assurance that he is very much in one piece now.]
It would appear that I owe someone an apology. Skeptical as I was before that our abilities are incompatible with this world, the gods spoke truly. That much I believe now, though a slightly less painful way of confirming this would have been appreciated.
[Charles rubs at his temples gingerly.] I don't suppose anyone knows where I could find sticks of incense in this city? Strong ones, preferably.

[reaction / text]
Conan's got the worst feeling from those words. He opens the feed, intending to try and warn Charles, but instead --
All he can do is be witness to the worst kind of betrayal.
It's not even much comfort to see the Charles' message some time later.]
There's a shop near the cemetery in hell that has incense and flowers.
Do you really believe that?
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Too bad I didn't see this first-hand, like the other one... But I have a question! Did you grow your head back on?
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[Charles pauses.] And, no, I do not believe I did. When I...died [he grimaces] I was in my room. I somehow woke in the circular room again some time after that, and my clothes were completely clean. As was my room.
[Well, he can still smell blood, but in the state he's in, he's not entirely certain if that's real or his imagination.]
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and now he looks a little disappointed.] You didn't, huh. Tsk. What a let down.
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I'm beginning to think I might be missing something important. Have I been so preoccupied that I didn't notice this becoming something common?
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But I usually wait until everyone is dead to reset all the pieces.
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Oh, geez, don't do that, Charles!
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You may want to try to convince me again that approaching the gods works, chum. But I'd say you've literally blown away any chance of that. [You see what he did there? You see his pun? Do you see it?]
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If you had paid any attention to what I just said, you would know that was before I--
[Charles finally looks up, freezing up instantly.]
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That face. But--how?]
Erik?
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you really got your power2 back?
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I remember there was a shop in Hel-- though I've never set foot inside, really.
You might also need a quick trip to the dry cleaner's.
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[Charles looks down, examining his appearance critically.] I would have believed so, as well, but it seems I have no need for it at the moment.
[He tilts the bracelet at an angle to show his now-clean clothes.]
voice foreverrrrr.
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You don't owe an apology to those dicks.
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When charles comes back, he shakes his head.]
Don't apologize to them for this.
[Spoken with barely contained anger.]
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But, whether any apologies are owed or not, it appears they were not lying. Asking for our powers to be returned would only result in something similar, I'm guessing.
[Of course, like Conan had already pointed out, the whole thing might have been orchestrated.]
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But you-
[It's the only words she can get out, shaking and trembling after seeing that.]
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I'm sorry you had to see that.
(ooc: sorry this is so late!)