capeandcowllogs | FINALLY THEY MEET

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name
where: Central Park, the Columbus Circle Fountain which is now a monument to Captain America.
when: Monday, whenever
warnings: Metalbending.
summary: Toph is fixing the monument she made two years ago after it was damaged in the stupid rebellion thingy that'd just ended. Erik is going to cross her path.
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Toph scowled to herself, grumbling. Stupid people and their stupid fighting in the park and stupid breaking of her damn statue! She'd worked so hard on it, too! ...Though two years later, she definitely noticed things she could've improved on, seeing as it was her first major sculpture and all. No time like the present to fix it, yeah? Especially since his head had been taken pretty much off, an arm fallen, and the shield broken, among other damage. Grr.

She huffed to herself as she forcefully pulled out a dent in the statue's chest, two quick hand motions doing the job easily before several more smoothed out the surface into a uniform texture. It was best to get all the bits back together before really repairing it, right? Giving the warm metal a pat, she jumped from the stone platform she'd raised from the base of the fountain to get to the right height, landing with a ripple of the cement sidewalk below.

She ignored the small crowd that had gathered to see what she was doing. Time to get that arm back up.

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Erik was surprised by that information. He had heard that there were people who had been here for years, but this was the first time that someone had directly spoken to him about the matter. Still, he was having trouble bringing himself to be too worried about how long it might be before he was returned home. His stay in the City could not be too bad, so long as Charles and Raven were there as well.

"Do you have any friends or family here?"

"Friends, yeah. I've made a bunch of them," she replied, remembering just how many of those friends she'd lost to the 'Porter's whims. There'd been so many. Kotomi, Ken, Pikachu, Link, Ness, Metabee, Kogenta, Koltira, Liadrin, Mary, Quatre, and so on and so forth.

"What sucks is that you make friends, and the 'Porter keeps taking them away. It..happens a lot. Eventually it's hard to want to make new ones."

Erik gave a nod at that. He had not been around long enough to experience it himself, but he had considered the possibility. He simply hoped that the Porter's choice in bringing he and Charles into the City at practically the same time remains consistent; he is not sure how he would feel to be in a foreign world without his closest companion. "I can... understand that."

She shrugged a shoulder, fidgeting with the black metal band on one arm, twisting it into a new configuration while she talked to him. It had been a rough few years, in her estimation.

"But it's good, too. There's so much stuff I never could've dreamed about back home. And not just food and things, but machines and cities bigger than Ba Sing Se, and stuff like that! And I run my own team, together with Lyra."

Erik seemed curious at that. The way that she manipulated the metal band at her arm did not escape his attention. "Is this world very different from your own?" He was coming to realize that others who had been brought here had experienced a much bigger change from what they were accustomed to than he had himself.

She moved it in her fingers like clay, almost. Then pulled it off, mashing the whole thing into a ball in her hands and rolling it around.

"Yeah, it really is. At least I think so. We didn't even have electricity or anything like that." Shrug. She's gotten so used to this world that it's hard to think of what she'd do when she got sent back. If she even wanted to go back. But that wasn't something she wanted to talk about, not really. Or think about.

"What about you? How different is this from where you're from?"

He raised an eyebrow at that, and wondered just how much of a time difference existed for her, or if it was even a comparable timeline. "It is not so different. I was brought here from 49 years in the past, but the world itself seems largely the same." The version of 1962 that he had read about in this world seemed to be the same as his own, at least, though without the presence of mutants.

Not even comparable, really.

"Well, you had that to base on at least! The continents here aren't even the same as mine. And there are so many countries. We only had four."

With a few finger flicks, she removed most of the accumulated dirt and dust from herself, sending it over to settle in a nearby flowerbed.

FINALLY THEY MEET

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