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Who: Erik and you
Broadcast: Text, fleetwide
Action: the Heron
When: July 23rd

text.

If anyone - for whatever reason - wants some novelty fridge magnets, there is a sponsor crate of them on the Heron. You can take as many as you want, though there isn't that much variety.

I will note at the outset that no, there are no alphabet pieces.

[Along with this rather brief message is attached a photo of the crate's contents. Half the magnets seem to be little cartoon planets. The other half are... well... magnets.]

action.

[Anyone inclined to visit the Heron to take up this exciting offer - or just to visit - will find Erik leaning against the crate in the cargo hold. He has a number of the magnets suspended in the air above one hand, and every few minutes he flicks his fingers, sending one flying into the hull wall.

The crate itself is emblazoned with the message "To the most ATTRACTIVE guy on the Fleet! - Magnecessities". Maybe that's part of why he looks faintly irritated.

Flick goes another magnet.]

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They're small enough that they could be used as projectiles. They could also be built into something, provided it's the right size. [He glances at the crate, considering the volume and weight of the hundreds of tiny magnetic pieces in there.] A strong box, for instance.

[One that wouldn't need a lock and key, or any opening at all. He could fuse it solid, and no one would be able to open it save himself or someone dedicated enough to break it.]

[he steps closer to peer into the box, eyebrows raised. He's seen Erik's powers before, but most of the time it'd either been in a destructive or convenient way. And while he knows Erik is capable of more than that, he doesn't think they've even spoke about it]

A strong box would be useful. You wouldn't have to melt them down first?

[he's admittedly curious, but hey, if it provides a distraction from being annoyed, well. Hank will keep asking questions]

No. [Dropping the magnets out of the air into his palm, he quickly snaps the magnetic pieces off the plastic. He tosses the plastic aside where it clatters into the crate like so much debris. With a wave of his hand, the little black rectangles float upwards again... then liquefy, melding into one stream of material.] It's not quite molten; I can't heat things in that manner. But I can reshape it on a small enough level to make it malleable in the same way.

[his eyebrows furrow at first as he watches, before shooting up in surprise. He doesn't bother to hide how impressed he is]

That's amazing.

[He spins the metal into a infinite loop, watching the light reflect off it.]

It's how I controlled the Sentinels. I rewired them from within.

[ah. It did explain some things, like how he couldn't see any metal when he'd gotten and up-close and personal look at the one trying to kill him, or why it still went after Erik and Raven after he'd managed to trick it]

I had wondered how you managed that.

I had the blueprints. [As though this explains everything, and that it was a simple matter to hotwire eight killer robots after one night studying their plans. Erik's plans may have ended in near-disaster, but no one can accuse him of being unintelligent in their design.]

I figured. [he's long past the point of being sore that Erik tried to kill him. He left those feelings behind in Kyriakos]

[The metal coalesces into a ball, dropping into Erik's palm. He tosses it over to Hank to keep - enjoy your souvenir.]

In any case... making a seamless container wouldn't be a problem.

Edited 2016-07-28 08:51 (UTC)

[gasp Erik are you giving him some of your precious metal again. He catches it, turning it over in his hand]

Have you ever made one before?

[If it's dirty sponsor magnets, yes.]

I haven't. I'm not certain what I would use one for. I don't have anything valuable to keep in it, really.

Mm, I guess it's a little pointless if you have no reason to store anything in it.

An idea for later, perhaps. [If they come across anything dangerous or valuable. After a moment, he gives Hank a curious look.] Have you visited the magic tree?

Ah - yeah, I have. Raven and I went looking for it. [he considers for a moment, then pulls a book from his back pocket and sets it on the crate. Erik might recognize it as the same book he kept on him back home, too] It gave me this.

[Erik peers at it, before recognition lights in his eyes. He has seen Hank carrying this before, around the mansion.] From Kyriakos, wasn't it?

[There's a pause, then Erik continues.] It gave me something that belonged to my parents. I haven't seen it in years.

Edited 2016-07-31 07:07 (UTC)

[he nods, staring at the book for a moment before glancing back to Erik] Right. Viva gave it to me before we left.

[Hank pauses as well, before he speaks up] What was it?

Ah, I see. [Erik had left that place with his own gifted items - more than he had expected. They were all lined up in his room at the mansion, a shelf of proof that somewhere in the multiverse, people missed him.]

A locket. [There's some hesitation in his voice, but he proceeds to dig a hand into his pocket and he withdraws the silver necklace, holding it out in his palm. He doesn't open the locket section itself; it's clearly old.]

[whatever he brought back from Kyriakos had been placed in his office, save for the book - that he carried with him, because it held so much more meaning to him.

He leans over a bit to look at the locket, though, a bit surprised. He'd only heard a couple of things that tree had given people, and seen the picture it had given Raven, but this . . . this was a lot more than a book or a frame]

I see . . . I'm glad it gave you something so important.

[Privately, Erik is glad too, despite the circumstances that have returned the locket to him. He had never forgotten it, just been too far away in years past to retrieve it. Folding his fingers around it, he returns the locket to his pocket.]

It feels almost redundant to comment on how strange it is, to receive presents from a tree.

[he raises an eyebrow at what Erik says, then shrugs a shoulder, reaching for his book]

It does, I suppose, but we've experienced much stranger than that.

True enough.

Mmm. At least this time, it's a nice kind of strange.

[that was less of a familiar thing]