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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Nov 10, 2019 4:59:51 GMT
 Tag: Mystique Note: Better layout coming soon! Peace WAS NEVER AN OPTION |
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Raven Darkholme
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Post by Mystique on Nov 10, 2019 6:04:56 GMT
Singing along (badly) to a terrible song.
" Doo, doo, doo-" Raven hummed to herself, searching through her brother's room. The mansion had been put back together fairly well, all thanks to both Jean and Erik. Sure, a lot of things could not get replaced after that explosion-such as a life of one of their friends-but, things must go on. Which, in this case, was Raven humming along to a song most fitting for the master of magnets. " Doo doo doo doo, daddy shark!" She set the photo of the first class the school had ever had back where she believed Charles had it before. If it was wrong, it was wrong. He could ask someone to move it if he couldn't reach. // Erik Lehnsherr |
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Nov 10, 2019 16:38:05 GMT
Tag: Mystique Note: Better layout coming soon! Peace WAS NEVER AN OPTION Erik wasn't planning on staying here long. Though Charles was the only one he had officially told, there was land granted to him -- a home he would offer to any other mutants, to form their own society. It was really, the only place that Magneto could go to at this point. Despite his friend's offer to stay here. Too much had happened. Too much had been lost. But, never the less, Erik remained to help get things rebuilt, cleaned up, and set in order. He and Jean had already rebuilt the school, and now everyone was working on the inside of it.
As he walked down the hallway, he heard an all too familiar voice. He would recognize it anywhere. Pausing at the threshold of Charles' door, he leaned against the frame, watching Mystique as she hummed a tune and proceeded to clean up his things. Half a smile flickered on the male's lips. Letting the silent and unknown presence of his linger, he finally spoke from his position. "I do believe there are actions to the song too," he teased. With all that had happened, he most certainly wanted to speak to Mystique. She had after all, sought out to help him, to appeal to him . . . to remind him, that there were still people left in this world that he cared about, and who cared about him.
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