ataraxionlogs | 02 ▒ EVENT: STASIS SICKNESS ▒ MAZE

[ Careful how loudly you think that mutant = mutt idea Finnick. Charles was purposefully keeping his mind to himself and even shielding against surface projections in an effort not to inadvertently get distracted but it wasn't fool proof.

Glancing at Finnick, he arched an eyebrow before shaking his head.]

Not exactly. In this instance my telepathy would allow me to keep tabs on you without having to be in constant visual or vocal contact.

I'm Charles by the way, Charles Xavier. I'm not sure we've met, Mr...?

[ Scooting his way slightly through the crowd of people, Peter made sure not to touch anyone as he moved. Everyone's abilities seemed to be slowly slipping out of their control and admittedly, he didn't want to know what his would do if it fell even more out of his control than he felt like it regularly did. Catching abilities and losing control of things he'd never even had before was something Peter had already dealt with before and he doubted anyone would appreciate it any more than he would. ]

Will we be able to hear you when you do?

[ Directing his attention towards Charles, it was a curious inquiry more than anything. ]

Finnick. Finnick Odair.

[God sorry Charles it's not like he's ever met a telepath before. Any concern isn't really siren-ing off in his mind at the moment; he's just curious.

Peter's already on the question he would have asked, so he lets him go.]

[ He's trying to be a good telepath and not pick up any stray thoughts. Which is hard when you're naturally nosy but he's trying!!

Extending a hand towards Finnick, he gave a genuine, if tense due to the situation, smile.]

A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Odair.

[His eyes moved over to Peter at the question.]

In my experience, no. Only if I speak to you or otherwise make my presence deliberately known. At least that is how it was back on Earth. I have since met many species and people who are gifted in various ways and could pick up when I touched their minds.

I think we can skip the introductions for later. [ Erik answered stubbornly. The hand used to focus on Charles hadn't let up, even as the man moved away, but Erik gripped him tightly as he took a step forward.

Really, Charles? He cast a side long glance towards the younger mutant, raising an eyebrow at the sudden fact that Charles had openly discussed his ability to the others. Though he had been prone to doing that, and had already done so around as a means of threatening men like Nathan Petrelli, Charles had deliberately wavered and it seemed unfortunate that he had come to openly do this. ]

But that being said, not all of us are going in blind. [ For as vulnerable as Erik was right now, uncoordinated as it got, his mutation had still been functional. There were brief moments Charles was well aware of but beyond them, he'd shrug past it, his attention solely on Raven in her bed, waiting for the two of them to come back with a cure meant to save her. ]

Charles is keeping all of you in line, [ Which is unexpected coming from Erik, but he knows his own limits, knows that there's a good chance he won't be making it through. Charles is the leader here, Erik is merely the most familiar with the surroundings. ] and I'd prefer if none of you question him.

The map is a loose guide, but we're there to manage through the maze and find a cure for your friends that are still sick. You follow me, and you stick together. I have no intention of retreating back for any stragglers.

[ Though even as Erik says this, it's obvious he's meant to pull them in line; Erik will keep them all together. ]

Peter if you don't mind, I think you can benefit from my mutation out of everyone right now.

[ She isn't too happy with what Erik is saying, but she doesn't interrupt him -- she waits until he finishes to voice her disapproval. ]

I thought we were all just working together, not taking orders from anyone.

[ Because that isn't why she joined a group - there's simply strength in numbers. While she does understand that a team needs a kind of leader, the position isn't one you claim yourself, and in her opinion, it has to be shared. ]

[ Stopping specifically to listen to Erik speak again, Peter shifted his attention from Charles and then back to the other, trying to figure out who was supposed to be the leader in this little expedition of theirs. As used to playing follow the leader as he was, and as inclined as he was to listen to Erik first and foremost, Charles seemed to be one of the few here who wasn't actually sick. Which meant that he was far more likely to get to the end of this than the rest of them where. After Erik's last comment, he gave a slight a slight nod -- even that was enough to make his stomach churn. ]

Got it.

[ Moving the rest of the way forward through the group, still wary of even potentially brushing past someone and acquiring an ability he shouldn't, he only stopped to shoot a look to the woman who'd spoken up again, offerring a shrug. ] We are working together, but there's nothing wrong with someone taking the lead. Would've happened eventually.

[ Especially when a good percentage of them could barely even walk in a straight line to begin with, the idea of a maze sounded daunting at best. But it wasn't a choice anymore when peoples lives were on the line. Peter just wasn't thinking about the fact that it was likely that his was as well.

Turning back ahead, he looked towards Erik once more and found his way up next to him, taking a second to trade a significant glance that meant nothing more than an acknowledgement of how awful they both felt, before simply holding out his hand as if to be shaken. ] Think i'd take yours over everyone else's too.

[ The acknowledgement is reciprocated easily, because Erik knows he can trust Peter just as much as he trusts Charles right now for taking the rein on matters. This isn't a situation that needs argument, when their end goal is something they all need to focus on. ]

Peter's right. To split up independently here would mean we run less of a chance at succeeding than we would together.

[ Pulling himself away from Charles, Erik offers out a hand, allowing Peter to grab it. Though he's never seen how well the other man manages abilities like this, part of him trudges through feeling ill for a moment of curiosity. ]

You're about to get a crash course in learning to use my ability - think the fine line between rage and serenity. [ This last portion is spoken with a brief smile towards Charles, the one man who had helped him to truly harness his mutation more than Shaw himself. ]

I don't think there's anything else that remains?

[ Peter's snagged abilities in a variety of ways, but he always prefers to do it on purpose -- like taking Erik's hand and giving off an exhale the moment Peter knows he's replicated Erik's ability because he intended to. It's like telekinesis but so much more exact, but of all the times to start learning about an ability, this really wouldn't be one that Peter would usually pick.

At least he knows what Erik's ability is, Peter's just hoping that means it won't catch him entirely off guard when he tries to use it. ]

I didn't even know there was a fine line between rage and serenity. [ Glancing back over towards Charles as if the other man would provide answers, Peter looks at Erik once more before looking back towards the group. ]

Think we're ready?

Ready as we're going to get, I'm thinking.

[Angel had missed out on the touching training montage with the X-people thanks to being otherwise engaged at the time. But given Magneto and Charles had been the ones to round up their little supergroup in the first place both here and back in reality, she wasn't about to start wondering if they knew how to handle their powers or how to lead now. The Alex's and a confined space like they were in was slightly more worrying, but he (they?) had managed on the beach. No point in getting worked up over it now, or over the unknown abilities of the new members of the group. Not when it looked like they were all going to start dropping like flies if they waited too much longer.]

[Keeping to the edges of their group, Wesley ignores the majority of what's being said. But for once, it's through no fault of his own. With his ears ringing, he has no choice but to take that time to himself; to try and shake off his newest bout of nausea, to wipe the sweat off his hands and to pretend that absolutely nothing it wrong. That he isn't going against Raven's request by keeping going. Out of all of them, he knows it's Erik who'd be at the brunt of her anger once she finds out. He can deal with the leftovers.

It's only when things seem to finally be winding up, his patience worn as thin as it can get, that he finally speaks up.]

Pick a fucking direction and start moving. [Yes, Lehnsherr, that pissed off look is directed at you.]

[So far as Alex can tell, they have at least three sick people with them. Great.

This group was going to fall the fuck apart before it even got started. But, really, what else could he do--he would stick with them, and when things got bad enough, he trusted Charles to get them back to the medbay, somehow.

Looking over at the blond girl who spoke, he snorted.]

This isn't some damn drum circle where we're trying to hold hands. Even if we're working together, somehow has to lead. So if shit hits the fan [and it will, Alex has been through too much lately to know it won't] we don't all act like idiots.

[He adjusts the new attachments on his wrist--they look like rectangles cartridges, with three holes on the front ends. The trigger is near his thumb in each hand...hopefully they will continue to work like Isaac planned. As he had tested.]

I suggest Alex cover the back, I cover the front.

[With Alex's larger blast radius, covering the back if something was coming after them was the best use of his powers. Havok, with his now more tightened plasma streams could focus frontwards.

But neither of them should be in the middle of the group.

That was a stupid idea, no matter how much control they had.]

[ Trying to take everyone's words into consideration, Peter's gaze flicked through the small group of people as they spoke, looking from all of them and then right back to Charles and Erik.

Considering none of them really looked like they wanted to be doing this in the first place, and half of them looked like they were seconds away from keeling over onto the floor - Peter included - it was their best bet if they started to go now. Not that they needed to rush through this thing either, but everything else had to be put aside when peoples lives were on the line. That was why they were doing this, it was why they would get to the end, and it was why they would come back.

Because they didn't have a choice. ]

Come on up here and we can finally get moving, then. Have to start sooner or later.

[ Pressing his fingers to eyes as the world seemingly took a second to sway, Peter centered himself by heaving for a breath and staring at the floor. Goddamn immune system, but there was no use in complaining. ] Charles, you got the map?

[Charles had been quiet, listening to the exchanges through the group and then glancing to Erik. He agreed with Wesley that it was time to get moving, emotions would have to be sorted out later as none of them looked to have the time or energy.

Stepping around the German, Charles began to walk towards the mouth of the corridor, nodding to Havok to move up towards point before he looked over to Peter and held up his device.]

Right here.

[Over his shoulder he said in a slightly louder tone.]

Wesley and Peter are right, we need to get moving. Angel would you also take point with Havok.

[It was a border line order, couched in a hint of a question. Charles knew what her abilities were and having her clear to use her wings and acid spit on anything coming at them, just seemed the smart move.]

[ Charles had always been an effective leader when it came to issuing direct orders, and with a group this size and tempers running high, the faster they did this, the better. And Erik wasn't one to disagree with that in the slightest as he pulled off from Charles with a glance towards him.

They could probably do this without him, but Erik had already made a few promises and he wasn't about to renege on them any time soon. ]

Havok. Angel. Let's go, you're up front with me.

[ The others could sort themselves out as it came down to it, but Erik wasn't inclined to waste any time as he deliberately moved into the maze, his inability to stick to a straight line now evident to anyone. Embarrassment could come later, but Erik couldn't care less, his own determination overriding everything else.

The hallways on their own were barely anything noticeable, the same crisp metal that pervaded the rest of the ship and Erik paid them no mind, aside from the initial note pinned to the entrance. He'd expect Charles to stop him should he make the wrong turn and with Angel and Havok up front, they'd be well protected against any danger that may creep up on them. ]

All right.

[Being up front served a dual purpose--it kept him in direct fire to anything that was coming towards them, and second, he could keep an eye on Erik. Not that he thought the mutant was going to do anything devious--but considering how sick he looked, at least there would be someone big enough to catch him if he went down.

Looking over at Angel, he gave her a bit of a smirk.]

Just watch where you spit, hmm?

[He moved forward, giving the others a quick nod.]

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