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esssseThe look on his face right now is one of pure disgust and hatred. Erik makes no further attempts to move while he stubbornly tries to draw the metal fused into his skin out, and the results are somewhat between hilarious (Erik's face is one of hatred and constipation at the moment as he concentrates on taking the thing off) and pathetic. Nothing actually happens of note, except that his angry hisses eventually turn into a frustrated sigh. He has no idea who has power to do this over him - certainly not humans when they can barely stop squabbling amongst themselves. No, it has to be a mutant more powerful than he is, and memories of Shaw, and his torturous childhood, filter through his mind and possesses him with rage. Charles once told him that his skills with manipulation of electromagnetic fields was something like exercising a muscle; Erik wonders if the utterly problematic decrease in his powers are utterly somatic (hopefully) or experimental (more possible, unacceptable). It is also clear that this isn't the first time he has tried this.
That the technology he's grasping with is way advanced for him isn't helping to calm himself down. Erik runs a hand through his hair as he gathers his thoughts to give out an address of sorts. If not to the captives of .... whatever prison he's in, then perhaps to the jailers themselves. They can't be alone here, and no effective prison is entirely a panopticon in itself.
"To those of you who are unfamiliar with me: I am Magneto," he begins, seething; an address to his jailors. "I am a mutant, and I don't take kindly to being imprisoned. The metal is a generous touch, I'll give you that; as if being branded wasn't humiliating enough. I am the wrong subject to be captured. I am not one to obey, for whatever purposes you have, and you will pay for all the injuries you have inflicted to me and the other captives in this place, and there will be no mercy for your crew and those who support you."
To his fellow captives, Magneto pitches something a little more inclusive (though the truth is, priority remains over the non-humans than the humans. Still, that's not something you usually break out in a speech when you're trying to rally support, so he shuts himself up on that part.): "to those of us who are here, taken against our will: there are choices to be made, and sides to be taken. Choose the right one. Inaction is never a neutral response. I was a lab rat, once. Never again, and for the sake of the victims that will come in the future, we must all be allies together and rid ourselves of their tyranny.
The enemy is out there, brothers and sisters. While we sit idle they grow in strength. While we are unable to see them, they grow more powerful in our isolation. I will not stand for domination of non-humans." An amendment, which, while grudgingly given, is nevertheless flawlessly delivered on hologram: "but I'm inclined to put all the effort into getting us out of here, and yes, that means everyone."
With that lovely reminder in place, Erik is satisfied, and momentarily forgets wrestling with his metal band as he fumbles to shut off the feed.
ooc; erik will reply in holo form unless stated.
That the technology he's grasping with is way advanced for him isn't helping to calm himself down. Erik runs a hand through his hair as he gathers his thoughts to give out an address of sorts. If not to the captives of .... whatever prison he's in, then perhaps to the jailers themselves. They can't be alone here, and no effective prison is entirely a panopticon in itself.
"To those of you who are unfamiliar with me: I am Magneto," he begins, seething; an address to his jailors. "I am a mutant, and I don't take kindly to being imprisoned. The metal is a generous touch, I'll give you that; as if being branded wasn't humiliating enough. I am the wrong subject to be captured. I am not one to obey, for whatever purposes you have, and you will pay for all the injuries you have inflicted to me and the other captives in this place, and there will be no mercy for your crew and those who support you."
To his fellow captives, Magneto pitches something a little more inclusive (though the truth is, priority remains over the non-humans than the humans. Still, that's not something you usually break out in a speech when you're trying to rally support, so he shuts himself up on that part.): "to those of us who are here, taken against our will: there are choices to be made, and sides to be taken. Choose the right one. Inaction is never a neutral response. I was a lab rat, once. Never again, and for the sake of the victims that will come in the future, we must all be allies together and rid ourselves of their tyranny.
The enemy is out there, brothers and sisters. While we sit idle they grow in strength. While we are unable to see them, they grow more powerful in our isolation. I will not stand for domination of non-humans." An amendment, which, while grudgingly given, is nevertheless flawlessly delivered on hologram: "but I'm inclined to put all the effort into getting us out of here, and yes, that means everyone."
With that lovely reminder in place, Erik is satisfied, and momentarily forgets wrestling with his metal band as he fumbles to shut off the feed.
ooc; erik will reply in holo form unless stated.
