maskormenacelogs | Fallout from clone maddness

WHO: Charles and people who were involved with his rubbish clone
WHERE: Around, home, hospital, etc.
WHEN: Following week from clone bullshit
WHAT: Let's talk!
WARNINGS: TBA

HOSPITAL

a. right after being admitted to the hospital for a severe case of concussion

Dizzy and confused, that's what he felt. Laying in the bed and staring at the pleasantly green and white walls. He didn't have much of an idea what had happened. It felt like a truck might have hit him, or something really heavy in any case.

Someone had brought him in. He didn't remember who or how. But her he was, sitting in a blue pyjama between crisp white sheets. He had tried to send Erik a text message. Then one to Jean as well. Maybe they'd know what was going on.

b. summoned by a text message/phonecall

Once Charles learned a little bit of what happened in the past few weeks. He picked up his communication device and started sending texts to everyone he had been in contact with in the past months, reaching out and asking if he had been acting strangely, if they had encountered him and the encounter had left them thinking that he was perhaps acting a little weirdly.

He would rather handle any confusion and apologies in a timely manner. Come meet him in the hospital and let's talk!

HOME

c. after being discharged

He has a loaned chair from the hospital, a manual one, and he's pushing himself into the house a few days later. He wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. The staff agreed only because he promised to take it very easy and not strain himself.

It's a little bit hard to keep that promise in the light of things.

Come see him, bunt him back to bed, maybe.

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[That someone had been Cinders, probably. Those thugs had been the first people she'd ever fought in her life - if one counts "screaming at fire, shooting at her a few times and then running away in a panic" as fighting. Either way, she'd won, and the cab driver had obligingly driven them to the hospital. He'd made quite a nice bit of money off Cinders, too - especially as he hadn't asked many questions.

Now, Cinders is here, with some Casablanca lilies. She smiles at Charles, relieved to see him awake.]

Hello.

[ He remembers her! From the network post. She's the one with a fire based ability. He had reached out for her at some point but she never showed up to train with her powers.

Charles tries to reach up to rub a hand over his eyes but realises that his face is bruised purple and he really shouldn't be doing that. ]

Uhm... Hello, [ he tries with an awkward clearing of his throat. ] Would you happen to know why I'm in a hospital?

[Actually, she had - but, unfortunately, she had run into his clone. Not that she knew that, of course.]

Yes! You're here because I brought you here. You're heavier than you look.

[She jests, but she still needed help to get the poor man inside the cab.]

Edited 2017-07-31 13:58 (UTC)

Oh. [ Charles' brows furrow as he tries to remember any of this happening. She has obviously been supporting him at some point but he can't remember any of it. ]

I am very thankful for your assistance, Miss Cinders. Where did you bring me from? What happened to me?

I brought you from a warehouse. You had been kidnapped.

[She fidgets, uncomfortable. She had hurt people in order to save him - something she'd never done before in her life.]

Oh. [ Charles blinks in confusion because he has no recollection of any of this. ] By who? I... I'm sorry but I don't remember any of this. The did say that the concussion could lead to a temporary memory loss.

I... I'm not sure. I just got you out of there.

Thank you. I am in your debt. I hope you didn't get injured in the process yourself.

Not at all.

[To both statements, although she had nearly been frightened out of her wits.]

Everything was fine.

[NO, IT BLOODY WELL WASN'T. However, she hardly wants the poor man to worry, especially in the state he's in.]

[ Charles finds it hard to shield against the surface thoughts of anyone. His mind is in disarray. ]

Are you sure? [ he asks because he has a feeling she might not be telling the whole truth. ]

[ooc: Telepathy permissions in case you would like to opt out. C: ]

[Cinders gives a non-committal shrug, still unwilling to bother Charles over it. She was terrified, had been shot at, and demons know what happened to the poor man whose hands she'd burned (and gods, she can still hear his sobs, what has she done? She'd never hurt anyone before, ever).

But it was over, at least on the surface.]

I'm perfectly fine, Charles. There's no need to worry.

Edited 2017-08-08 17:28 (UTC)

[ Charles reaches up to rub a hand over his face, but there's some kind of a finger monitor on his finger and he only manages to poke a bruise and quickly brings his hand down. ]

I'm sorry, Miss Cinders, but I find it hard to concentrate due to the concussion. It's hard to block your thoughts on this matter.

Someone shot at you? I'm so sorry.

My thoughts?!

[What.]

Oh, no, I'm unhurt.

[ Charles takes a long breath, calming himself forcibly and slamming down some control over his powers. ]

Yes, I'm telepathic. [ His eyes are closed as he breathes in and out slowly as possible. ]

I see. I'm glad to hear that.

You're... what?

[Guess who doesn't have a superpower dictionary.]

And you - are you feeling a little better?

I can hear thoughts, read minds, control minds. Receive and send thoughts. That's what telepathy is. [ Charles is a little surprised because he automatically expected her to react negatively about his power. ]

I'm... I'm disoriented and confused but thanks to you I'm fine. [ He smiles at her, quietly trying to calm himself so he can assess the situation properly. ]

Oh, my... that sounds rather frightening.

[She doesn't like the sound of that - but Charles has been nothing but gentlemanly to her. The least she can do is keep an open mind.]

I'm glad to hear it. I only wish that healing were a part of my abilities.

It can be. But please, trust me, I have no desire to break your trust and not respect your privacy. Except currently I find it really hard to focus, which is why my shields aren't as good as they usually are. And I apologise from the bottom of my heart for that.

[ He gives her a look that is definitely regretful. He hates the fact that she saved him and here he is, having no control and insulting her again. ]

It's perfectly alright. At least you don't seem to run the risk of hurting someone; just hearing some embarrassing secrets.

[She does hope that he hasn't seen her memories of Carmosa, however. That would be unpleasant. Still, she smiles at him, and it manages to be genuine.]

Thank you for telling me.

[ If she doesn't think of Carmosa he isn't going to hear those thoughts. But oh, she already started...

Charles doesn't tell her not to think about it, because that's only going to make her think about it.

Instead, he distracts her. ]

Did they also mug me? Well... of course my wallet would have been in my wheelchair and I don't see that anywhere.

I'm afraid I didn't think to check about that. I'm sorry.

[If he's hungry, and sick of hospital food, she'll be happy to step out and get him something, though.]

Oh, of course not, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to suggest that you should have.

[ Charles is hurries to reassure her. Gosh, don't even think about it. ]

It's no trouble. Would you like something?

[TOO LATE.]

Edited 2017-08-22 14:03 (UTC)

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