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@hardasiron​

daggered teeth set on edge as his heightened senses pick up upon the scent of rugged american. perfect. turning slowly he raised his brow and looked down upon his nose at the man who approached, watching with thin disgust as he tipped his hat in greeting.

🕷 ❝ that’s a really weird opportunity to have. ❞ !  ⦁  prompt from @hardasiron

“it is certainly weird, but an opportunity? no - this is a waking nightmare.“ he paused and squinted at the younger man, “how old are you? sixteen? you’re but a boy.“ erik reasoned to himself despite knowing he didn’t let the other answer and didn’t think he was entirely accurate in his assumption of his age. with a snarling spike of anger, erik snapped at him quickly “there is always something to do about it, do not be an idiot!” before calming himself quickly and closing his eyes. “i’m sorry, but never fall into place with a dictator, if you do, you die.”

[ “I mean, this’ll hide the bloodstains.” | @hardasiron ]

“maybe that should give you a clue on not to hang out with those people who think about hiding bloodstains, hm?“ he asked raising a brow as he looked over his new outfit he’d just collected. “or perhaps you should look into acquiring an outfit that would do much the same? it’s a war miss, don’t let the pretty walls and words misguide you. that man in his sad little castle will not remain safe forever - ” he paused and sighed irritably before placing the parcel of clothing down and giving her a dead-eyed smile. “the chef’s special, thank you.”

@hardasiron​ sent  “That’s a really weird opportunity to have.” 

erik didn’t show much of emotion on his face, only giving the man before him a placid expression. his joke fell flat and he was growing increasingly bored and tired of this so-called party by the moment.

“There are just some things you gotta do. Doesn’t mean you have to like it.” | @hardasiron

“fair enough,“ erik responded giving her a raised brow and a smirk before returning to his duty of counting the beer cases. “how self-sustaining is this place do you think? where is he getting all of these ingredients? well, possibly magic he has stolen from others...” he mostly spoke to himself as he tapped the pen to his lips, turning to face lorna. “now you are sounding like me, the things i would enjoy doing to him if i had my abilities, but do not worry, i haven’t grown soft, i am simply biding my time.” he sighed, before giving her a solid nod. “it would seem our best option, yes.”

“You have gotta be fucking kidding me dude.“ [ @hardasiron ]

“why? does the use of slang words that younger generations use bother you when i say them?“ he gently teased, appreciating the fact that jean had survived her ordeal and also completely and utterly growing into a wonderful person. “it is a lot, yes - i’ve been told i only aged with grace just barely,” he shrugged giving a sigh and settling back against a wall. “jean i cannot stand by while this man attempts to take over, i’ve lived through a dictator once, i will not do it again.” he gave a small smile towards the woman, “you’ll be pleased to know that he has, but i would invest in hats if i were you. not red hats.”

illyana couldn’t remember the last time she’d dressed up for halloween – had she ever? normally, the young mutant would simply decline the invitation, hold out elsewhere but this thing was mandatory. unfortunately, she didn’t have enough access to her powers to drop this doom man in limbo and show him what a true pit of doom looked like, so she’d play along for now. although, lacking costume ideas, she put on a little black dress and topped it with a simple witches hat. it counted, right? she let out a hum as she moved into the party, glancing around. “this guy wasn’t kidding, his face really is on every wall.” she paused. “does anyone have a marker? i’m suddenly feeling artistic.”

erik blinked up at the grand walls of the castle, it was impressive but not nearly as wonderful as the genosha castle he had built for himself. with a bit of a sniff, he turned his attention away and used the walking cane he’d found for his costume as a way to push people aside as he moved towards the snack table. his attention was quickly caught by a young woman who seemed to be emanating a strange sort of energy, when she spoke he gave a bit of a smirk before glancing up at one of the portraits and sighing. “i’m sure i could find you something, he would deserve it - everything about this man is a mockery to true progress.” he turned swiftly to face her, a small smile on his lips. “i’m erik, but i suppose as for this evening i am lestat.”

“Did you see his face?”

erik raised a brow and turned towards pietro, still keeping his gaze firmly locked on the retreating figure - only to snap away when the man left and to focus solely on the maximoff twin. “i believe he was the guy. i’m quite certain that doom has his own tells and though his doombots are a lot like him, i’m fairly confident in the fact that given enough time and observation i will be able to tell you which is the real him.” he glanced down at the bar top and frowned before looking to the other, “we need to be careful, but i want out of this place as soon as possible, are you willing to aid me?”

[ “I can’t stand it when people prattle on incessantly.” @hardasiron ] “One -” Peter slurred slightly. “That was a cool-ass space story, so ‘s y’r loss. An’ two, why’d ya bec’me a bartender if y’feel like that? It comes with the territr’y, man.”

there was plenty to unpack here for erik, however he chose to go with an eye-roll and a subtle replacement of the man’s alcohol with a glass of water. “i won’t take back what i’ve said, you’re all over the place when you recant your stories, perhaps you should learn to streamline them before you begin.” he cast him an annoyed look as he poured out the remains of the man’s alcoholic beverage and began to clean the glass. “because being anything else would not suit me and i could drink the product that i am selling, that is why.”

there was sweat beading on her forehead, and, for once, it wasn’t due to the humidity. while nightmares weren’t unusual to her, these seemed a bit too real. she couldn’t sleep no matter how hard she tried. she was terrified of the same nightmare playing over and over. her eyes were red and her throat scratchy from crying. she didn’t want to be alone, but she also didn’t want anyone to see her so upset. it was unlike her. she certainly didn’t want to stay in her room so she decided sit in the lab, but her mind kept wandering back to the same nightmare. she held an empty vial in her hand and twirled it between her fingers as she tried to process her thoughts. the vial slipped, crashing onto the floor. “dammit.” she rested her head in her hands. “i think this might be the sign i need to try to go back to sleep.”

erik had been wandering about - he was unsure where he was going, but decided that getting a good lay of the land would benefit him more than not doing it. when he came across a laboratory, he paused and looked around, wondering if he’d briefly made his way out of the dinosaur-infested hell hole. it wasn’t until he spotted a young girl at a table that he decided that no, he was still very much where he woke up. clearing his throat, erik approached her and carefully kept his distance before deciding to speak. “i’m sure your studies can wait, sleep is far more important in a place like this, you should go.” he’d always had a softer spot for women and children, finding that he’d lost too much of both in his life. “are you having nightmares too?” he asked, suddenly realizing that he may not be the only one.