1964-04-18 - A New Threat Emerges
Summary: Julie shows up with a bucket of parts and connects with Erik, who predictably takes the existence of Sentinels as an act of war.
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erik julie 


A somewhat mild-custom '56 Chevy Nomad rumbles up to the mansion again, all cameo two-tone and shiny Baby Moon rims, with an engine inside that has a growl like it means business if opened up, but mercifully isn't being revved hard. It seems some of the students that may be around know the vehicle by now and wave. Dizzy's behind the wheel, and there's some lad perhaps somewhat younger in the passenger seat, a bit agape, some rather reptilian membranes flicking over his otherwise ordinary eyes as they pass through brighter areas. The girl's someone Lorna seems to know, at least somewhat, the boy, maybe one that doesn't get out of the city much.

The vehicle rolls in to park, and Diz looks around. "Ay, come on out, Iggy, this is it."

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The boy, it turns out, has a tail, perhaps to match his name, as it's very solid-looking and reptilian as he peels it out of the car. Iguana-like.

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Erik is walking out of the Institute now, currently wearing a dark gray turtleneck sweater and a pair of black slacks that somehow lend a gravity to his featuress he hadn't quite managed just by his dour, serious countenance. It's the colour of metal which is, of course, only appropriate. Nothing is floating alongside him today, at least, though his car is parked only a couple spaces from where the Nomad is plling into the parking lot. The man waits near the doors for now, watching Dizzy and Iggy both with at thoughtful expression.

Surprisingly for Erik he is actually smiling, though only faintly. He's been watching peeople come and go all day. New faces seem to make the difference.

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Julie might just recognize Erik's car before she places the face, but Erik generally cuts a bit of a striking figure. She's coming on up toward the mansion and gives a wave, and glancing back, accent all of New York Italians, "Yeah, it's pretty ritzy, but don't be too shy."

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Julie gets a nod from Erik in turn. He waits at the front of the mansion until she is close for comfortable conversation. "Good afternoon. I beleive we met once before. You are one of Lorna's friends, yes? It was the fundraiser, I think." He tilts his head slightly and turns his gaze next to Iggy, nodddign once. "And you as well. My name is Erik. Welcome to the Institute. Is it your first time visiting?" Someone should have told Erik not to answr the door but he's not that intimidating right now, at least.

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Julie smiles, "Yeah, ain't actually seen her in a while, but kinda. I heard she been around Mutant town again but I guess I keep missing her. This is Iggy, one of the local kids I been trying to get out here a while. Been teaching a few trade skills and stuff to the kids there, and, well, I think Iggy here could be a real engineer, maybe, with some schooling. Obviously a bit hard to get into regular schools these days and all." She pauses, trying not to oversell it, perhaps. But she adds, offering a hand, "Oh, Dizzy Bottero, don't think we quite got to full introductions, last time."

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"Erik Lehnsherr. It's a pleasure, Miss Bottero." Erik takes the offered hand and shakes gently, the smile warming slightly as he does. Then he turns slightly toward Iggy and tilts his head. it's a serious expression that follows for a few seconds beofre the man nods. "I think you will fit in perfectly in the beginner engineering class. I think that Professor McCoy is teaching but I'd have to check. Either way, thank you for coming. We can use a good engineer." Then to Dizzy Erik adds, "Lorna has been- busy. You might see her around Mutant Town again soon. I am hoping to go out there and see what good we can do if we all put a bit mroe effort into working together. There's no reason things need to be a rough as they are."

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Julie nods. "Professor McCoy said I might help out with the, err, stable and some of teaching that kind of stuff. There's some smart kids in that neighborhood, a lot kind of want to stick around and help their families, but I been thinking they can do a bit more, too. Also, we got a bit of something for the teach, there: neighborhood kids been picking up some pieces of those killer robots that come in acting all double-feature on the street. Got a couple buckets of the little stuff in the car, some of it looks like some avionics I seen, a lot, I dunno what it is."

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Erik nods once, taking a deep breath. "Alright. Let me see…" Erik lifts both of his hands slightly and tenses as he does. There's afrown swiftly froming across the man's lips. "Interesting. Some of the alloys they are using seem very advanced," he observes in a faintly musing tone. The buckets, wherever they might be, would shudder faintly as this happens, the pieces almost seeming self-willed though they stay largely still. "Tell me more about these killer robots? I think it is high time that I pay them a visit. If you would care to walk with me while we talk? You can tell me about your work in the city as well, if you are willing." Erik is, once again, all business. It doesn't take much.

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Julie nods, "I wasn't there at the time, I guess they was walking and talking and starting to identify mutants, from what they say, they call us Greek letters, by the sound of it, and ain't too friendly about it. I guess the teach and Lorna caught up with em pretty quick, though, and pretty well smashed em up. A lot of the fasteners look pretty high-grade, though, stuff you maybe see on newer helo engines. I got a part of leg apart, though. I figure they work on some pretty complicated servos, mostly got a bunch of cables and pulleys inside, though." She hrms, though, walking along, adds, "American thread pitches, though, that can't be aliens or something, I don't think, but they sure sounded like they was from Mars, but Iggy here saw and heard better." …and she lets Iggy describe something of the neighborhood's view of the things' behavior

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"That sounds interesting. dDId you get a good idea of how those jints work then?" Erik's tone is curious but casual, as if he has some understanding of what Julei is referring to. The man's expression remains a thoughtful frown as they walk together, is long strides allowing him to takethe lead as he takes the pair inside. Iggy too is given a great deal of attention while he relates his story. "Greek letters. Gamma, Beta, Epsilon, Upsilon, Theta? Or more likely, Alpha, Beta, Omega," Erik asks, the frown deepening though he keeps his gaze focused forward. The doors open for them without being touched. "So they are categorizing and hunting us, then." That is stated flatly, without a lot of emotion. "Have you seen them again since the attackw here you retrieved these pieces?"

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Both the youth shake their heads there. Diz says, "As far as I know, no one's seen em again. Who knows how they got there that time, anyway." She hrms, "Pretty sure Bob said they said Gamma a lot. A lot of folks had to run when the fighting started."

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"Gamma… Makes a lot of sense actually," Erik responds slowly. "That would mean lower level or weaker mutants." He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth before asking,"Dizzy. What did they say when they looked aty ou? Did they get a chance?" There's gravity to how the man asks, blue eyes intent on the young woman now. "And you, Iggy. Did they scan you?" Reflexively Erik finds himself with his arms crossed over his chest.

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Julie nods. "Like I said, I wasn't there. I think they said earlier letters for the teach and Lorna, but that was when it was a bit mixed-up, people just thought it was kinda chilling, like out of the movies. I guess maybe it's to scare people, I don't know why you'd need to make a robot tell everyone what it's doing that way. Maybe for a tape recorder in there or something."

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"Recording the results or to coordinate strike teams? Though one would wonder why they might not use a radio." Erik speaks rather conversationally, though it is obvious that he is distraced while he is considering the implications of DIzzy's pronouncements. Doors simply move out of their way without the man even looking up. "Alpha. They likely said 'Alpha' when they spoke of Lorna," he adds absently. After a moment the man continues. "This is fascinating. Unfortunately, it doesn't bring me ot the crux of the problem. I need to figure out where these things are coming from. When we locate the factory where they are made or the base they are deployed from it needs to be destroyed. I knew something like this would happen if we waited long enough. They will only build more machines if we let them. But enough of that for now. The school is safe. You should get your friend Iggy settled and perhaps later we can go into town together and you can introduce me to some of the others?" He gives the young woman surprisingly bright smile. Even if it doesn't quite reach his eyes.

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Julie nods. Weighty matters, of course. Her hand-talking about robots seems to have involved turning a potted plant a little precariously, and she murmurs, 'Oops, nope…' and waves a finger the other way to set it aright, "Err, sure. Pretty sure some of it's custom machining; I do some myself, but I don't think they made em all from scratch." She eyes the back of her car, then Erik again. "Hey, Iggy, mind getting those buckets? Careful the glass, it closes first." Looking back to Erik, "Maybe if you could tell what was in there that'd help find the place, weird alloys and all."

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