Erick Magnusson

37 - Metahuman - CARMA Field Agent - Bio-Metal Manipulation - RP Blog for WOTNAHQ

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hoperamirez​:

To Hope’s surprise, she caught the phone that was tossed at her. She looked at the phone confused at what he was referring to. It took her a moment to see the date and realized what had happened. 

“Time travel. Perfecto.” She tossed the phone back to him and looked down at herself. She was scantly clad which should have caused some level of embarrassment but she was just too pissed off at this point. That, and Erick had already seen everything she hid under clothes anyway. Instead she got up and started rummaging through the contents of the dresser she had tossed around the room and then started with the drawer next to the bed she had been sleeping in. After looking through things silently for quite some time she looked up at Erick and tossed her hands up, “Well, I guess at some point we reconciled and moved because all this shit is mine. Kelli…” Hope rushed out of the room and started opening random doors. This was her home, clearly, but there was no way it wasn’t Kelli’s too. She wouldn’t leave her again. Finally she opened a door and found a bedroom filled with her friend’s furniture that she recognized and the sleeping red head. Hope quietly closed the door and slid down the wall next to it. “Algunas buenas noticias.“

Originally posted by selenamgsource

Catching his phone, Erick set it back on the nightstand and climbed out of bed himself, ignoring the fact that he was naked under the sheets.  He'd always been proud of his body and the shape he was in.  Besides, it wasn't like she'd never seen him naked before.  He was a little more calm about it, but he also started going through drawers, finding his C.A.R.M.A. service pistol and a very much not C.A.R.M.A. pistol in the beside drawer.  On a hunch he tried to reach out with his powers and sighed when nothing happened.  "Still depowered I see," he mumbled to himself.  "Apparently we did."  He was a little amused that the dresser that held his clothes was laid out exactly the same way his other one had been.  Apparently getting together with Hipe hadn't changed that little OCD part of him.  When Hope rushed out of the room, Erick followed, only thinking to grab a pair of shorts to put on when he realized she'd called out Kelli's name.  Until he knew the situation, he wasn't going to be strutting around the house naked.  "You're going to have to explain that one to me... again, I suppose," he remarked quietly as he padded past Hope and into their kitchen.  Without thinking, his body seemed to know where to go as he pulled out the things necessary to start making coffee, putting it together and letting the pot start to brew.

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hoperamirez​:

Hope’s face went bright red but her chin jutted out stubbornly. She may have jumped to a conclusion about what he was talking about but it didn’t change the fact that he would bottle things up and hide emotions just like she did. Misunderstanding or not, it worked. He actually agreed to talk to her. 

“Fine,” Hope shrugged and quickly rolled her car window up and took her keys. It was already parked on the side of the road and it wasn’t like this was a terrible part of town. Not that there was really a good part of town right now. She started walking along side him and attempted to wait for him to speak. If it was anyone else, they would have started talking just to fill the silence. She’d used the tactic numerous times on many different people. Erick, however, wasn’t just anyone. Hope very much appreciated silence and that was one of her favorite things about Erick when they were together, he usually felt the same. 

“Sooo,” she drug the word out slowly, “Where did you want to start?”

Originally posted by selmaries

There was a small smile that tugged up on his lips when her face turned red and stuck her chin out.  If he was being honest it was one of his favorite things about her, the fact that she cared enough about people to stubbornly call them out.  Of course, she often needed someone to do the exact same thing to her.

Waiting for her to join him, Erick finally started walking toward the shop once more, quiet partly because he probably didn't have the same strength he used to and he was focusing on getting his bike to the shop.  The doctors would more than likely be throwing a fit if they found out what he was doing, but they should be used to this about him by now.  Hells, he'd fled the infirmary before his test results were even back yet.  The other reason he was quiet was that he didn't really know how he felt at the moment.  That had been part of the reason he had decided to get his motorcycle fixed, to give him time to think on things.

Using the key he'd borrowed, Erick rolled up the garage door and wheeled his bike into one of the bays to set it up.  He was rather methodical in how he set everything up, making sure all the parts he brought with him were within reach while he was working.  Sliding Hope a rolling stool to sit on, he grabbed another for himself and sat down next to his bike.  "With an eleven millimeter socket," he replied, pointing to the toolbox beside her as he removed the seat.  "Part of the reason I came out here to do this is because working with my hands helps me think and I haven't really done that yet.  Been too busy trying to track down the assholes who did this to me and make them pay."

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nataliaofmana​:

Not even in her right mind did Natalia have any desire to put the neural ring on. Did she trust Erick? Yes on any day of the week with her life, but still the thought of being cut off from her powers terrified her. She’d never known the feeling of not having access to them, and wanted to keep it that way. But just as she was to tell him no and to find another way. Her eyes surveyed the bar around her taking in all the damage she caused. The look of fear on all the patrons faces, the unconscious men, and the one huddled in the corner practically sobbing. She was the one who had terrified this people, and refusing to comply would only make the situation worse.

Natalia let out a sigh "alright if that’s what it takes to make you believe me, and to calm these people down.” Grasping his arm a little tighter as he tightened his hold. Erick really was prepared to knock her out “easy I’m putting it on.” Natalia took the neural ring from him and slipped it on her wrist. The device locked on and Natalia knew her powers were being suppressed. The second she couldn’t hear anyone’s thoughts anymore. “Now do you believe me, or do you plan on dragging me down to C.A.R.M.A?”

Erick breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't have to follow through with his threat to knock her unconscious.  "Thank you Natalia.  I really didn't want this to get any more violent than it already had."  Seeing her place the neural ring on herself, he finally released her, sending out a thread of biometal to collect the cuffs she'd tossed away.  "I'm not going to drag you down to C.A.R.M.A but we do need to get out of here before the natives get restless."

Tucking the buffs back onto his pouch, he released his hold on the biometal as he led her from the bar, one hand on her shoulder that was more for everyone else's benefit.  Once they'd gotten to his motorcycle, Erick released his hold on Natalia.  "Alright, you want to explain to me what the fuck happened in there?"

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aeronauticortega​:

Ah, Guillermo understood that feeling. Too well, unfortunately. It had always added fuel to the fire of the spiteful anger that he had begun to cultivate during the recovery from his accident, though there were fewer and fewer shovels of metaphorical coal thrown that way these days. He had suspected as much after Jenny had clued him in to the gossip around the office, and that was precisely why he had offered to spar with Erick, though it generally left him sore for a few days afterwards. “Well, you can fix the fact that you react like you did when you had powers to back you up. Can’t fix stupid though, can’t turn off that ‘there but for the grace of god’ kind of pity people ooze when shit like this happens either.” Guillermo said, elbowing his way into an upright position. It took a moment to get back to his feet, but Erick didn’t use that to pounce on him, which was appreciated. He matched Erick’s stance, but didn’t make the first move. “Not to create a hostile workplace, but fuck those people. You and I both know you’re not just your powers. And if pity fixed problems, I would have grown my legs back twenty plus years ago. Hit me, Thor.”

Erick nodded his head when Guillermo mentioned being able to fix how he reacted.  "Yeah I know, and I'm working on it.  Hard to break a couple decades worth of habits quickly though."  He swiped his hands through his hair, wiping away the sweat that had started to accumulate.  He might have been winning but that didn't mean Guillermo wasn't putting up a good fight.  Often times experience trumped raw ability and the other man wouldn't be where he was if he couldn't defend himself.  "Yeah, that's generally been my plan to deal with them.  Still want to punch them in the face sometimes."  Snorting a laugh, Erick nodded before he attacked.  Taking a bounding step forward he braced his foot on the other man's knee and kicked off, grabbing Guillermo's arm with his hand and wrapping his legs around the older man's neck and arm to pull him to the ground.

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hoperamirez​:

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Hope woke up slowly. She was very warm and comfortable in her bed and she just didn’t want to move. It had been such a good few months and then all hell broke loose with that new human organization kidnapping and “curing” people. There was always something. Thankfully, Hope was in a much better position now than before. She was stronger, more confident, and she had her Dad back. It hadn’t occurred to her how much she’d really missed him until he was back. 

Her mind started wandering to all of the things she had on her to do list. At both the hero base and the bar. She tried to roll toward the edge of her bed and there was an arm slung across her stopping the movement. Attempting to use the training she had been given, Hope kicked her foot out to push the body away while rolling backward off the bed. It would have worked perfectly if it wasn’t for the fact she wasn’t in her own room. She ended up rolling into a dresser and knocking everything off of it on top of herself. The sheet was wrapped around her now and she fought with it and the rest of the dresser contents but stumbled into the wall as she tried to get up. She let off a tirade of Spanish curses and finally extracted herself from the blanket to find her hands were the cool metal she was so familiar with. Erick. This must be his place.

“Dios Maldita, algo puede salir bien por una vez?” She sat up and looked at the man in bed. “So what do you suppose we have this time? Memory wipe. Reality altering. Body switching. Things were getting a little boring in Pansaw. Time to switch it up I guess.”

Originally posted by glorysdays

Erick was sound asleep when he felt himself suddenly get kicked awake.  His instincts and training kicked in as he went with the blow, swinging his legs off the bed and groping under his pillow for either the gun or knife that he kept hidden there when he slept.  The fact that there was nothing there threw him off enough that he paused, watching as someone wrapped up in a sheet fell against the wall.  It was the familiar rapid fire Spanish cursing that clued him in to the identity of his unknown assailant.

Realizing who he'd been in bed with he frowned, trying to put together what had happened.  Last thing he remembered was going to bed, alone, in his room on the C.A.R.M.A. campus.  Sitting back down on the bed, he tugged the blanket up over his lap so he was covering himself up.  "No probably not, not in this town at least," he muttered, reaching over to grab his phone to check the time.  Seeing the date his eyes grew wide and he gently tossed his phone to Hope.  "Not this time.  Take a look for yourself."

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rowanaubri​:

“I go to the bathroom for all of two minutes and you decide to stage a prison break, Magnusson?”  It wasn’t necessarily a surprise, not when it came to Erick.  She’d never known him to take anything lying down, much less ‘take it easy.’  In fact, Rowan had been shocked to have gone to visit her friend and found him in the infirmary at all.  It was a surprise that it had taken him this long to arrange his escape.

She did feel bad to have surprised him so thoroughly, but her short little legs could only track him down in C.A.R.M.A.’s building so quickly.  Heaving a small sigh, she leaned her body against the door frame and looked her friend over.  It could have been worse, she mused - they could have decided to eliminate Metahumans completely, rather than just ‘cure’ them.  Though that was bad enough, at least Erick was still around.  But it didn’t erase her concern for him and whatever place he was mentally at the moment.  “So what was the grand plan?  Hope and pray that none of the unlimited surveillance in this building and numerous agents wouldn’t notice you after everything that just happened?”

Recognizing the voice behind him, Erick turned around to face Rowan, shrugging his shoulders.  "Hey, I stayed long enough for them to run their tests and take their samples.  I'd say that's an improvement."  Hooking his thumbs into his belt, he leaned back against the wall.  "Just didn't see the point in hanging around for 'observations'.  I'm not a damn lab rat."

He could see the concern on Rowan's face and he had to work to keep the grimace off his face.  This was why he tried to keep anything that bothered him to himself.  He didn't like worrying his friends, especially when it was his fault he got in the situation in the first place.  "Hey," he started, a playfully offended look on his face.  "I didn't become the commander of the Covert Ops division through my good looks alone you know.  I can be quite sneaky when I need to be.  Besides, they've got no reason to stop me."

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hoperamirez​:

When the Walls Come Crashing Down - Erick/Hope

Hope shook her head at him but she didn’t think he would even notice. She knew those feelings because they were the same ones she frequently had after her incarceration. And he had spent years trying to get her to accept help. How ironic to hear him say those things now. 

“I am fine, as you well know.” She got out of her car and all but slammed the door before leaning on it. “As much as you hate to admit it, I am one of the few people that has prior experience with exactly what you’re going through. Did the whole kidnapped and experimented on thing. Definitely not a fan. But I’ve done a lot of healing over the years,” she shrugged, “Besides, I tried the whole I can do this myself and I’m just going to focus on you thing too. You wouldn’t let me do that so what in the hell makes you think I’m gonna let you do it.”

Originally posted by novembersflushed

Erick did miss seeing Hope shake her head at him, not because he was trying not to notice, but because he was struggling with the lingering weakness brought on by no longer having his powers.

Erick was quiet while Hope ranted at him, not wanting to interrupt and oiss her off more than she already seemed to be.  "I… was talking about my motorcycle.  I'm the one that made it so that I needed my powers to operate it properly, so I should be the one to fix it."  He knew what she was really talking about though.  It was in that moment that he made the connection, realizing that Hope was probably the only person he knew that he could actually talk about this stuff with.  "Can we at least wait until we aren't in the middle of the street?  I'm not real keen on putting all my shit out there for any Tom, Dick or Harry to wander by and listen in to."  He let out a reserved sigh, knowing he wasn't going to be able to get out of this without talking to Hope about it and knowing he owed her the same kind of respect she'd shown him when he'd made her talk about her issues with her confinement.  "There's a garage a couple blocks down the road that a friend of mine owns.  They're normally closed now so it'll be just us.”

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mysticscribe​:

“Let’s be real though Commander Sinclair would be doing the same thing if she was in your shoes. Hell, I think any one of us would be,” she pointed out while nodding her head along with the beat of the song. “You know yourself better than doctors, you can handle yourself. And if not I’m here to make sure you don’t like pass out.” She highly doubted it would come to that though, especially if they were just sweeping an area for clues.

When he mentioned the other reactions people were giving him she totally understood even if she couldn’t relate. She even still felt guilty for not being able to help more during the tournament but it wasn’t something she wanted to put on his shoulders. “Honestly, maybe if you were still in the infirmary I’d have a bit of a pitying look but the fact that you’re already up hunting down the bastards that did this just shows again what a badass you are.” Skye wasn’t exactly good at hiding her true emotions, not that she would want to anyway. “Besides even though they don’t know how to help now doesn’t mean they won’t later. Think of all the advances we’ve made just in like the last ten years with bionics, AI, diseases, even Dr. Parker’s enhancement serum. It might just take some time.”

"Yeah she would," Erick chuckled as he pulled the car out into traffic.  "Ellie is a tough old bird, though she's liable to slap me if she heard me say that."  He couldn't help but laugh at Skye's comment.  "You now, ut's nice to know that somebody thinks that.  Most people just think I'm too stubborn to take care of myself properly."  Looking over at Skye he snorted a laugh.  "Just do me a favor.  If I do pass out, don't try to haul me around unless I'm gonna die."

Keeping rhythm with the song by smacking his hands on the steering wheel, a small smirk turned up the corner of his lips.  "Careful darlin, you keep talking like that and I'm gonna think you're flirting with me," he tossed a Skye a wink as he continued to drive through the city.  Truth be told, Erick didn't handle compliments very well, tending to laugh them off or turn them around like he just had.  "Yeah I know.  Just not real good with the whole sitting back and leaving it to someone else thing.  I'm like a great white shark, if I'm not moving I'm dead."

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aeronauticortega​:

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Clearly, he was getting old. Or losing his touch, and in all honesty Guillermo couldn’t decide which of the two was worse. Erick was an excellent fighter, a terrific sparring partner, and yet it felt like today every trick that he tried, Erick countered it faster than he could shift tactics. That, and the fact the younger man was built like a sequoia tree, was why he was lying face up on the mat in the gym, breathless. “Who pissed you off this morning, Thor? Or am I just getting that bad at fighting with all this desk work bullshit?” Guillermo teased, well aware that the nicknames were going to get him on some sort of shit list. Might be worth it though, and hell, it might add a little something to the fight if Erick tried to repay him in training. Maybe. Frowning faintly at the younger man, he raised an eyebrow at the lack of response. “It’s not both, is it? If it’s both, I’m asking my favorite techies to get me better legs to compensate.”

Guillermo poking his head into Erick's office to ask him to spar had turned out to be a much needed break that he hadn't realized he needed.  Apparently he'd been doing the thing where he bottled up his emotions, as evidenced by how hard he'd gone during their matches.  The nickname earned the older man a growl before he reached down to help him up off the mat.  "Hmmm, I wonder why I might be pissed off, old man." He quipped, hauling Guillermo to his feet once he'd taken his hand.  "I find myself still reacting like I've got my powers.  And if that wasn't bad enough, half the agents I pass in the halls look at me like I've got one foot in the grave already."  Running his hands through his hair, Erick sighed before settling into a fighting stance and waved his hands for Guillermo to come at him again.  "Come on, I know you've still got some energy in those old bones of yours.  I'll show you that takedown so you can use it yourself sometime."

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nickthedragon​:

“You’re welcome if you ever need help escaping lockdown again. You know who to call.” He replied leaning back into his seat to get comfortable. But when Erick mentioned that they took his blood. He shot back up slamming a hand on the dashboard. “What in the hell do those scumbags need with your blood?” The thought of H.A.M.E.R having Meta blood at their disposal to experiment with. As they please made his blood run cold maybe they needed to perfect that poison. Which could be a good thing if the serum that took away powers wasn’t a one hundred percent yet. Then the effects could be reversed his mind was reeling with possibilities. But he was still listening to Erick “I just feel like I should’ve tried harder. I could’ve opened fire with my fire-breathing but then others would’ve gotten hurt. I just keep playing the scenario over a thousand times in my head. So when we do find these guys what’s the plan?”

"I'll definitely keep that in mind, but hopefully I won't need it any time soon."  He chuckled as he pulled the car out of the parking lot and into traffic.  Erick's head turned so he could look at Nick when he punched the dash.  "You misunderstand me.  I don't think these H.A.M.E.R. assholes actually took blood samples unless they did it while I was passed out.  I meant the blood I lost when I tried to fight back when they were transporting us."  He nodded his head when Nick continued.  He'd had those same feelings quite often while he was a member of the Rebels.  Thankfully he'd wizened up enough to limit the amount he tried to take personal blame for that was out of his control.  "Look man, I get where you're coming from, I do.  Hells, I thought the same myself when the Rebel base got raided and I was off breaking into C.A.R.M.A to save my girlfriend.  You can't let that kind of thing fester or you're eventually gonna break yourself down.  There's only so much we can control personally."  The other man's question brought a wicked grin to Erick's face.  "As much as would love to put a bullet in each and every one of them, we need them alive to gather intel.  Of course, nothing says that they have to be unharmed when we bring them in."

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nataliaofmana​:

Natalia expected Erick to just go for brute force, and to try and breakthrough her magical barrier. The smoke bomb caught her off guard. “Really Erick a smoke bomb are you running or- ack .” Her voice was cut off abruptly as he appeared behind her and got her into a chokehold. Although the hold wasn’t strong enough to cut off her air supply. It was still uncomfortable she released her telekinetic hold on the human. Both of her hands gripping Erick’s arm just as she was getting ready to heat up her hands. He repeated her name three times in a taunting way, but whatever was said after that. Just fades away into background noise as something in Natalia seemed to snap back into place. With a dreamy look on her face she came back to her senses. Although she could remember the events that took place around her. Natalia couldn’t find a reason as to why to she did it. “Hey Erick you can relax now it’s me the real me.”

He heard Natalia's voice above him while he traversed under the floor, a grin hidden behind the biometal mask as he rose up behind her.  Keeping his arm locked around her throat, Erick shook his head when she spoke.  "Sorry darlin, can't take that chance again.  Fool me once, shame on you.  Fool me twice, shame on me."  Reaching into the pouch on his belt, Erick pulled out a neural ring.  "If you're really you then you'll have no problem with me putting this neural ring on you before I let you go and we can try to figure out what happened.  You going to cooperate or am I going to have to knock you out first?"  He replied, shifting his arm so that he could sink in the chokehold if necessary.

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haydenthehuman​:

Everything was so serene. Hayden could not see, hear, or feel anything. And it was complete bliss. If she could sigh, she would have. Part of her found it strange that she could not move at all, but the rest of her was just reveling in the fact that everything, including her very active mind, was just still. Her enjoyment was short lived as her mind started moving quickly again. Why could she not move? Why was everything still? Where was she? That last question itched at her for some reason. Something had happened. She was at work…right? Her office had never been this calm. something had happened at work though. Something that landed her here. What was it? Then it clicked. The car. The screeching tires. The blood. The pain. It all came back in a huge rush. 

Hayden’s eyes fluttered open as all of her muscles spasmed. An electrical jolt. She found herself looking at a large hole in the wall with exposed wiring and all she could think about was how they were going to fix it. She tried to breath and blood formed bubbles at the side of her mouth. There was no way she should still be alive but the pain that radiated through her chest told her otherwise. Her mind and vision were foggy but she uttered the only thing she could think of to help, a shallow and labored breath punctuating the sentence, “…trans…fusion…need…blood.”

There was a reason the metal-wielding meta was extra careful around electricity, it fucking hurt.  As the bare wire hit his skin everything went white and every muscle in his body went rigid.  Feeling the surge of power rip through his body, Erick’s scream was cut off as the muscles in his throat seized.  As the energy surged back toward the main line wire it blew him back against the opposite wall, his biometal protecting both Hayden and himself as their combined weight crushed the drywall into powder.

Erick coughed as he tried to lift a hand up to wave away the smoke, dust and smell of burnt metal, groaning as the feeling of being electrocuted was replaced by intense pain.  "Fuck, that was not one of my better ideas."  With his muscles still twitching from the residual electricity sparking through him, Erick pushed himself and Hayden up off the floor.  "Gods above, doctors really do make the worst patients don't they," he quipped, trying to keep his worry from his voice.  He shouldered another agent out of the way as he took off at a run to the medical facilities.  "Physician heal thyself wasn't meant to be taken literally."  His usual impatience was at an all time high given the emergency and he kicked open the door to the operating room, followed by a gaggle of medical staff.  “Finally, she needs blood.  As soon as you’re ready I will pull my biometal away so you can treat her.  I don’t want to release the pressure too soon.”

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Erick Magnusson || Future Event Bio

Age: 42

Status:  “Cured” Metahuman

Affiliation:  CARMA - Rebel Army / Hero Squad (Affiliated)

Despite being “cured”, Erick refused to allow it to slow him down in the slightest bit.  Reaching back and doubling down on his decade of experience leading Delta troops in combat, Erick has pushed his Covert Ops division further and harder, working closely with Samara and her Assassination and Sniper division.

When the Rebel Army reformed, Erick reached out to his past allies and offered his services to help train the newest generation in team tactics and strategy, guiding those that had trouble mastering their powers to a point where the weren’t a danger to themselves or others.

With CARMA accepting the help of both the Rebel Army and the Hero Squad, Erick’s help for both groups was more open and noticeable often slipping both groups targets that he wasn’t able to go after himself due to the legal restraints put on him through his job.

Hope has become a stabilizing force in his life, helping to center him when the stress he put on himself grew to be too much.  Even though the initial situation with Kelli as a roommate felt odd, he’s come to view her as part of the family.

Despite everything, Erick managed to finish his doctoral dissertation to critical acclaim, having it published in a number of premiere Anthropology academic journals.  For the moment, he has put aside his dreams of being a professor thanks to HAMER’s increased presence in the world; choosing to fall back on the time tested method of direct action and violence to combat this newest foe

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xastcriiax​:

“Yep. Definitely Erick,” Kara chuckled. If she hadn’t known it before, now she definitely had confirmation. She nodded approvingly at Erick’s cleavage. She might be engaged, but even she could appreciate a good-looking woman’s assets. She snorted and gave the other Meta a crooked grin, fully understanding where he was coming from. “I’ve always hated bra shopping, but I’ll help you. Have you got your size figured out? They can take measurements for you if you haven’t done that yet.” 

Erick chuckled right along with Kara, shrugging a shoulder and tossing his hair over his shoulder.  "Should I be offended you didn't believe me?"  He teased, grinning widely at her approval and letting his hands drop.  Amusement laced his voice when it was his turn to nod in agreement.  "I can understand that.  I just got here a little bit ago and I'm already over it."  He sighed at his own forgetfulness and groaned.  "No, I completely forgot to get that done.  I'll be right back."

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mysticscribe​:

“No problem,” she grinned before going to talk to the agent that was in charge of the vehicles. A few minutes and some signed documents later Skye walked out, spinning a keychain on her index finger. “You can drive since you know where we’re going but I call DJ privileges. We’ve got car JT391X,” she pointed with her free hand to the car before tossing Erick the keys. 

Once they were inside and the car was started Skye changed the radio from the country station the previous agent had left it to an oldies that she preferred much more. “It’s good to see you up and moving again by the way.” She couldn’t imagine what Erick and the others who lost their powers but she commended them for not just sitting back and accepting it. “If you want to talk I’m here or we can just rock out to the radio, your choice.”

Erick returned Skye’s smile, giving her a nod as she headed off to requisition their vehicle.  Part of him felt off, like he was taking advantage of Skye a little.  Though it was her choice to accompany him, he didn’t want the rookie taking flack for helping him.  When she tossed the keys he instinctively tried reaching out with his power to catch them.  Sighing when the keys hit the ground, Erick scooped them up and headed toward the car.  "You can play DJ but I still retain veto powers," he teased, trying to smother over his misstep and the feeling of loss that sprang from it.

Erick smiled and nodded at Skye's comment.  "Yeah.  I'm not one for lounging about if I can help it.  Though I'm sure the Commander is going to chew my ass out for leaving before I was cleared."  His hands tightened on the steering wheel when she spoke again, repressing the urge to growl.  "I'm good to talk about what happened," he remarked, letting the music calm his nerves.  "Though I do have to thank you.  I've been getting a lot of pitying looks from people.  They forget that I was military trained before I ever got my powers."

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hoperamirez​:

When the Walls Come Crashing Down - Erick/Hope

Hope couldn’t deny the anxiety that had crept in after the newest threat to meta existence had revealed itself. It felt so eerily similar to the early days of CARMA and she found herself staring at her mirror tattoo on her forearm more often. Underneath the beautiful picture was the barcode that had been forced on her as a painful reminder that she was somehow not worthy of human decency because she was born different. It hadn’t helped matters that Erick was one of the poor souls this group had kidnapped and experimented on. After they had tenuously settled their issues and were on better albeit unstable terms, something new had to blow up in their face. 

Just as Hope was going over the same issues while driving to the grocery store, she came upon Erick. Speak of the devil and all that. She pulled over slightly and had to holler his name several times to get his attention. When she finally did, she put her car in park and studied the situation closely. 

“Do you maybe need a ride?” She offered slowly. The look on his face was dangerous. Not because he was angry, she could handle angry, but because he was just so…defeated. “I could call for a tow. I know a great shop that’s actually near your place.” She tried to avoid the elephant in the room. Obviously he had modified his bike to only work with his powers. Typical Erick. But she wasn’t about to ask what broke or why. 

To say Erick was in his own little world would have been an understatement.  Bouncing between trying to remember any detail about his kidnapping that could help and pushing the heavy bike, there wasn't a whole lot of attention left for him to spare for anything else.  So when a voice finally did cut through the mental noise, Erick stopped and turned to see who it was.  Of course, who he saw was the last person he expected to see.

"Hope," he said softly as he set the bike down on its stand and stretched, grimacing at the pain that was building in his lower back.  "No but thanks for the offer.  I've got the parts I need in my bag, just didn't figure the side of the road near where… things happened wasn't the best spot to be trying to work on it."  Despite their complicated situation, Erick was glad to see Hope, if only for the excuse to take a break.  "Got myself into this mess, I can get myself out of it.  You know how I am."  With a sigh, he ran a hand through his hair, pushing it back out of his face.  "How are you holding up?"

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nataliaofmana​:

"Yeah well I’m not feeling too peaceful right now” Natalia threw back. Trying to summon enough enough wind to create a wall around her. But considering she wasn’t surrounded by nature it was pretty hard and Erick came flying at her. So instead she threw out her hands to generate a magical wall to stop his attack. “You know what Erick I don’t think you have it in you to actually hurt me.” She said with a small smirk, “maybe you need some encouragement.” Her eyes scanning the area for a potential victim and landing on one of the guys. She tormented earlier he was just starting to stir. Natalia reached out with her telekinesis and pulled him towards her. Ignoring his cries for mercy “you better step up your game Erick.”

Erick grunted when he slammed up against the magical barrier, a deep growl reverberating in his chest.  "Don't mistake my kindness for weakness Natalia."  It would take him too long to try to batter his way through her shield, so he was going to have to try something creative.  Snatching one of the smoke grenades off his belt, Erick popped it and dropped it at his feet.  As the smoke filled the room Erick went amorphous, slipping between the slats of the floor.  He was going to make her pay for this, he hated doing this.  It made him feel weird all day after.  Slipping back up through the cracks, Erick solidified behind Natalia and locked her in a chokehold.  "Natalia, Natalia, Natalia.  You're going to have to try harder than that to beat me."