21v: Any landing you can walk away from...

[magnetic_magpie]

[Backdated to roughly noon on November 26^th.]

[The NV clicks on, static for the most part, warped by a strong magnetic field. It's all static and random colors, but some might be able to make out the baseball field and a head of white hair. It flicks on and off several times then cuts.]

[Five minutes later, it's on again, showing the wall against the field, dark cloth is visible, something rolling off it - clearing smoke. There's several slow, somewhat pained breaths before it clicks off again.

[Ten minutes pass, the NV from an odd angle, showing most of a torso - it was meant to be locked but he can't quite manage it at the moment, unknowing to him. There's clearly burn marks in that very fine suit, medals hanging off it. More pressingly, at least for Magneto, his left arm is hanging wrong at the shoulder - too low and at a wrong angle. It's at least partly dislocated. There's a blue glow, as he has the directory pulled up.]

Deadpool. Wade Wilson. I require your assistance.

[Cut.]

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[fightswithpurpose]

Michael?

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[magnetic_magpie]

[It's staticy now, and there's a soft curse that's not in English, but he does reply.]

Yes?

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[fightswithpurpose]

Is there something I can do to help?

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[magnetic_magpie]

I think-

[He really didn't mean this to be public, dammit.]

Perhaps? I have someone coming but in the mean time...

[He's injured and seriously weakened.]

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[watchmesoar]

[Warren's been idly flicking through the network. He hasn't seen Magneto in a few days. It's strange, and he has thought about trying to find him. But, without his wings, he's not much good to anyone anyway. He was going to ask around the next time he saw Anya or...

Then he sees the video.

He fumbles with the controls, then appears on the screen, clearly disturbed.]

What's wrong? Where are you?

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[magnetic_magpie]

Near the baseball field. Wilson is coming to get me.

[He's feeling the Pull badly though and sick - along with the shoulder.]

Shoulder's a bit banged up though.

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[watchmesoar]

Wilson?

[Warren's been keeping to himself and still hasn't met a lot of the people in the house. If he's seen Deadpool, he doesn't know the name.]

I'm coming too.

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[magnetic_magpie]

Find him and see if he minds. I have someone here until he gets here.

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[paterelohim]

[Well, after their mildly hideous argument that made them both look like fucking children (and a pleasant month of avoiding each other), this is. Alarming.]

Dude, what are you doing out there?

[Guess who didn't notice he was gone? Oops.]

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[magnetic_magpie]

[Rude Chuck.]

Just going for a walk.

Ran into trouble, now I'm here.

[And slumping against a wall, because wow dizzy.]

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[paterelohim]

...Really?

[Guess who doesn't believe you.]

[mediumdrip]

[after a while, because he wants to give Michael time to get somewhere safe and heal up a bit.] Are-Are you okay?

[magnetic_magpie]

[He's home and has his left side wrapped. There's some bruises peeking out over it on his chest.]

Ran into some trouble. I'm all right, thank you.

[mediumdrip]

[Blaine looks and sounds a little relieved.]

You didn't mean for that to be public, did you?

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[the_dead_pool2]

My ears, they are burning.

[He just has a hand on his face]

I think we need to have a talk with some mothers about the rough housing in the schoolyard.

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[magnetic_magpie]

That would be a lovely talk.

[He's...not ok.]

Come get me.

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[the_dead_pool2]

Ah, well who an resist that face? I'll be over in a second.

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[infromthecold]

[Bucky was a very quite tenant, he had not noticed his landlord going missing. He was on the network long enough to figure out people leave and come back sometimes. He's haunted countless important state affairs to recognize the style of dress.]

What the hell? Whatever swanky event you were at had to some serious gate crashers.

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[magnetic_magpie]

It was my birthday. State affair.

[He's just staying against the wall until Deadpool shows up.]

And yes, there were.

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[czes]

...Ugh. Go to the hospital or something, you're an eyesore and you probably need a doctor's care.

[IT'S NOT LIKE HE MISSED YOU OR WAS WORRIED OR ANYTHING, OKAY, JERK.]

And by doctor I mean 'not you' and 'not a crazy person' but 'an actual doctor'. Like Kenzo.

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[magnetic_magpie]

Relatively minor injuries, I'll be fine. But thank you.

[Of course not.]

Appreciate the concern.

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[czes]

So how long were you gone for?

At the HoA

[antinouswild]

[The sight of injuries doesn't seem to phase Enjolras. He stays stoic and calm, as if were nothing strange to him.

He's dressed in modern clothes he's acquired in the port, but he still smacks of the past. His white shirt is loose and flowing, buttoned at his wrists and throat. The pants are black, and narrow fitting.

Slowly the young man leans forward and removes the warming ice pack from Magento's shoulder, and carefully replaces it with another cold one. The cuff of his sleeve slides, showing a healing but very definite bruise on his wrist. He notices it, presses his lips together, and adjust his sleeve.]

That's the last one, but I think that Dead Pool person will be back with more soon. Are you in pain?

[magnetic_magpie]

[Enjolras might notice how hot Magneto is, hotter than anyone with a fever should be, hotter than anyone who is up and (somewhat) walking around should be.

His eyes flick to the bruise and then away, and when he responds, it's in fluent - and accent-less - French.]

You can call him Wade, you know. And he likely is.

[Tch.]

Yes. But I can manage.

[antinouswild]

Je ne voudrais pas l'app..

[Enjolras starts without really realizing. French is natural to him, so it took him a beat before he even noticed that they were no longer speaking English.

He cracks a subtle, but definite smile. When he continues, he does so in French, addressing the man with the formal 'vous' form.]

Your French is good. I do not want to call him anything. But, it appears for now I... [Enjolras pauses from adjusting the ice on his shoulder when he feels the man's skin. His brows knit.]

Mon Dieu, you're burning up.