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spam } barge, day 1

[He died. He was alone. He was in the dark. There was not much air because the heat of his passage strangled it out, and then there was nothing, because his head was cut off by . . . something. Some monster.]

[Some man.]

[Marsh.]

[He remembers the way his body tried to keep breathing, even though it absolutely couldn't. And he remembers waking up, as alone in life-after-death as he was in death. More alone. Erik is gone. Charles is gone.]

[He trembles when no one is around, feeling hemmed in by the airless levels and the close quarters. But when people are nearby, he acts bigger than he is, a cornered animal reminding other animals that he is still more dangerous than them. Look at him sideways, stand too close to him, and he'll lash out with his fists or his powers. There's madness in his eyes and a scar on his neck, and he is alone, alone, alone.]

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Fuck loyalty. Nobody's loyal.

spam } port, remainder

[Now it's too open. He is practically agoraphobic after the close quarters of the broken-down Barge; it's too bright out here, and the people look at him with suspicion as he looks at them with fear and aggression.]

[It won't be long before he tries to pick a fight with someone he shouldn't on the ground, but before that his fear will get the best of him. He'll stick close to the few people he still knows and trusts. Everyone else will be attacked, no questions asked - maybe a couple answered.]

( ooc; text refers to this; alex's backstory here. encounter him anywhere, let me know how much damage you're cool with your character incurring. return tags coming from

letslip. )

Threaded | Flat

[Alone, alone, alone. She understands that shivery sensation, that feeling of a cavern opening beneath your feet. When she realized Charles and Nathan were gone, she felt she was teetering on a plank, barely keeping her balance. She tries not to think about them now, not when there is so much to do. As long as she keeps moving, her balance holds true.

When she sees him, her heart aches a little. How alone he must feel, with all his family gone. Raven too, she remembers. They did not always get along, but she saw what empathy passed between them.

She approaches slowly, rather than pen him in. She has been penned in. She didn't care for it.]

Alex?

[She tips her head to the side, not reaching out, stepping closer without rush.] How are you feeling?

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Welcome to the real world. ;)

[She finds him, when the world has realigned once again around her. Erik is gone. Dean is - worse than gone. But Ben is mending, and the ship is mending, and she is still here.

She slips up to him, quite footfalls and the soft clacking of teeth.]

I brought you water.

[He is not alone.]

Don't be ridiculous, of course some people are loyal. But they're typically the ones taking bullets and falling on swords the first chance they get.

[Ben died. He knows that, he knows he came back wrong, he knows he was almost lost, but he also knows this: now he is whole again. He is whole again and the people he relies on most, his inmate, are all still here. Those that sought to destroy him are gone.

He is worthy.

It infuses him with energy in a place where despair is prevalent, gives him faith and hope where others have none. It validates him and he lets it, and he does his duty to the absolute best of his restored ability.

But his heart sinks when he wakes and finds Alex's response to the Admiral's message, and a small niche of concern starts in the very center of his heart. If Alex begins to doubt, will the Admiral forsake him? Ben cannot let that happen, so he runs a quick errand down to the surface, and then he seeks out his friend, and upon sight of him, says the only thing he can possibly think of to say, his voice low and soft with concern, warm with love.]

You cannot mean that, Alex.

[Peter is still trying to figure out who's affected and who's not. With some people, it's obvious and others? Not so much.

Alex is one of the obvious ones, and as soon as Peter spots him at the other side of the fifth floor common room.

Erik and Charles lived here, he remembers. Anya still does. The other two are gone now, and he has no idea what happened to the people they'd been here or the other people who'd vanished since then. Were they dead? Did people even realize they were gone? Did anyone care?

Peter hunches into the black sweatshirt like it's actually going to protect him if Alex gets mad. They weren't friends, he thinks, but maybe they weren't enemies, either?]

Hey.

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