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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2014 19:40:01 GMT
Wanda trailed a hand on the wall, she had always known where the Brotherhood was located. Her sporadic contacts with her father insured that, they might no agree on how or what should be done about Mutant/Human relations but she would also never betray him, not even to Charles. Her nails scraped as her hand tightened. How could he? How could he allow Charles to be killed after all these years? Wanda had helped both sides over the long years but mostly remained a element to herself. She did not really agree fully with EITHER of the two men that meant everything to her, and the constant need to choose hand made her bitter. She and Erik had, Had so many fights over the years, but perhaps now...now that he was human, that dirty word. They could find peace, if she could forgive him for Charles... "Hello, Father." she said quietly to his back, lifting the dark veil of mourning she had donned from her face. So many dead, Scott, Jean....
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Aug 25, 2014 20:25:16 GMT
Magneto had returned to the Brotherhood headquarters for one reason: because he deserved to. The cure had proved to be a temporary hindrance and if anything, it only fueled his anger toward the humans for making the decision that they should rid mutants of their powers. It was like stripping a person's soul from there. How dare they. While Magneto's powers had not fully returned, he knew that with some practice and diligent training, they would return in full force, and then he planned to recall all those who still believed in the cause. The Brotherhood. It was not dead. It lived and he had already contacted a small number of them to inform them that he would return as their leader. But not until his powers were fully returned to him. He was after all a patience man . . . somewhat. He knew the risks of returning to battle if he was not fully prepared. And he would not be foolish enough to make that mistake.
So he was currently taking a small break from his own training. He heard someone approach from behind, but did not turn to face them. If they proved to be a threat, he had a few metal spheres in his pocket, and that was all he needed. Besides, it was most likely a mutant. This particular brotherhood headquarters remained undiscovered by the humans. It was not until he heard the words and voice that he paused. Wanda. He was aware that he and she were in conflict over so many issues. Fatherhood was not a role he had exactly fully embraced after all. Not in the traditional sense. He always put the cause of the Brotherhood before all else. He turned to face her, his expression unrevealing of his emotions, just as it always were. But he could see her own emotions, for they had hardly changed over the years as their disagreements continued. "Scarlet," he answered, using her mutant name rather than her human one. If one was still a mutant, then he would refer to them as such. "What brings you here?" He questioned, wondering why she decided to come to the headquarters when she seemed to so strongly disagree with what it represented.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2014 20:41:15 GMT
Wanda could see the same, pride, the same arrogance, that had only gotten worse over the decades. She managed not to flinch when he called her Scarlet, she knew he always used a mutants call sign to speak to them as a gesture of respect but for her? It had always felt like one more layer between them, one more barrier between them being a family. "I came to find you, Father." He still was hers, and she loved him no matter what had passed between them. " I wanted to make sure you were...healthy." she could have said well, but she knew he would never consider himself that, not while he was purely human. She shrugged a shoulder to bring attention to the medical pack she had brought with her. "I saw, heard what happened." she ran her eyes over him the lines around her mouth deepening as she frowned slightly seeing him finger his pocket. She knew very well what that meant, and she could not believe his pride would not allow him to keep a habit he could no longer use, "About you...And Charles." her voice cracked, pain in her eyes. She had fallen in love with Xavier almost as soon as they had met when she was just a girl. Nothing had ever, could have come of it. But it didnt change her heart break. "How could you?"
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Aug 27, 2014 15:24:47 GMT
She once again used the term father, as if she felt the need to reinforce their relationship. He did not refer to her as daughter. For any daughters or sons, brothers or sisters, he had, were mostly those within the Brotherhood. Not wafflers. She stated that she had come to see if he was healthy, yet something in her tone and demeanor disallowed him to trust her words. And her following words confirmed his suspicions. She had not come here to check on him, she had come here to blame him, for what happened to Charles. Magneto took upon guilt when it was rightfully placed, but Charles' death had not been done by his hand. He would always regret that his brother had to die in order for the cause. And he would ensure it was not done in vain.
However, that did not mean that he was going to stand here and listen to her blame him. He had always been a convenient scapegoat for many. Yet they did not realize how skewed their perceptions were and how misinformed they were. "Do not speak of things you do not understand," he stated. His tone was not defensive; it was stern and calm. He had always been able to keep his emotions from his tone, and this would prove to be no exception, regardless of what she said. "The tragic occurrence of that day is far beyond your means of comprehension." Because if she truly understood all that had happened, she would not be blaming him. She would be seeing the bigger picture. Yet seeing eye to eye had never been something he and Wanda had been capable of doing. If it was, then she would be in the Brotherhood.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2014 15:41:44 GMT
"Do not speak of things you do not understand," Wanda stiffened, Always! Always he would say that, that she did not UNDERSTAND, oh she understood all to well. But he would never accept that anything other then his truth was valid.
His expressionless, forever calm tone infuriated her, after EVERYTHING he still believed, for a moment she could almost hate him. "The tragic occurrence of that day is far beyond your means of comprehension."
She didn't bother to hold back the snort this time, he always underestimated her. For her, she knew both of their stances back and forth. Heard all the speeches and had chosen a third path, between them. Gaining the enmity of her father and nothing else. "That's all his death was to you? Just a 'tragic occurrence'?" she hissed. "Nothing to do with you?" she waved a hand, laughing sarcastically her rage pushing her control, as her fingers started to glow. "He was your friend! For decades, but that never meant anything did it?" She made a slashing motion with her hand, "Fine, I didn't come here to argue." she snarled trying to pull her emotions in. "I truly was worried about you."
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Aug 27, 2014 15:57:56 GMT
She continued to lash out, her anger and mourning controlling her words. He didn't expect everyone to be as guarded in their emotions, but all grieved in different ways. He grieved, within him. There would always be a pain in his heart, knowing that Charles died in his attempt to help a mutant. She shot out rhetorical question after question. No. The direct cause of Charles' death had nothing to do with him. He had not created The Phoenix. He had no control over her once her powers consumed her and others. In fact, Magneto had even yelled out for her to stop, but it had been to no avail. No one, had wanted Charles to die that day. If a semblance of Jean Grey had existed in the Phoenix, then he was certain she would have felt the same way. But Magneto remained silent, letting Wanda get it out of her system. "Do not hope to even remotely understand my relationship with Charles." No one did.
Except for perhaps one particular blue mutant. Other than that, his and Charles relationship was something of the utmost complexity. Complicated. Tense. "Do not act as if you know him better than I, or have even a slight insight into our lives. You know very little about the nature of us." So she had no right to come here and cast judgment on him about something that she had already seemed to irrationally make up her mind about. Her last words, of expressing concern, caused Magneto to slightly shake his head in response. "My dear, if you truly were concerned with my well being, you would not have come with your accusations and judgments, ready to be unleashed upon our first exchange of words." He did not need her affections or care. Perhaps things could have been different had she not left the Brotherhood, but he would not dwell on the what ifs of life. It would achieve nothing to do so. "So have you come here for a higher purpose, or merely to confront the scapegoat for your grief?" He further questioned.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2014 16:09:34 GMT
Wanda had only the second and third hand reports of what had happened that day, of what Erik had unleashed trying to control the Phoenix. And her own judgment of how far, how cruel he was willing to be to get what he wanted. A full on war between humanity and mutants, with mutants finally gaining supremacy. . "Do not act as if you know him better than I, or have even a slight insight into our lives. You know very little about the nature of us." God that hurt, her eyes flinched as the hit registered, no. She had never been able to crack either of their shells to become an important person to either of the two men that meant the most to her. She could almost see him think about Mystique, and her bitterness pulsed deeper, it was always that blue skinned bitch. Once the two girls had been friends, but that had burned to ashes.
"My dear, if you truly were concerned with my well being, you would not have come with your accusations and judgments, ready to be unleashed upon our first exchange of words."
Her hands clenched, yes she had always been more emotional then him, a curse when trying to speak to her father, for his wit was always too sharp for her. "Actually my first words where to ask after your health." she snapped. Yes she hated their estrangement but she still loved him, wanted in the poor part of her soul that never stopped hoping that they could be a family. "I came to take you home with me." she took a deep breath, attempting to calm her emotions. "I hoped now...perhaps we could finally settle things?" she knew it was stupid to reach out again, always she was burned but she couldnt stop. "Please." she whispered putting the plea of four decades of pain behind it, as she tried to take his hand.
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Sept 20, 2014 8:19:29 GMT
She claimed that her first words had been ones inquiring of his health, yet shortly after she had lashed out. He hardly felt comforted by her concern. He did not need it, nor had he ever sought her out for it. He remained silent as her tone seemed to somewhat calm when she told him that she had come to take him home with her; that she wanted to settle things. Magneto's expression did not soften in the slightest. He remained as ever, expressionless by her words; unaffected by the offer she presented him. "I am home," he said in a strong voice. This, the Brotherhood, was and had always been his true home. Even if others were not here yet, he knew for a fact that they would come. For the cause did not just die from their hearts.
Those who felt strongly about it, would continue to fight for it. And despite her plea, he would not change his mind. He had after all, always been a stubborn man. "What is it you wish to settle?" He questioned. "You have always known my stance and what I always fought for." One that differed from hers which was precisely why had never quite embraced her as a father would a daughter. "What makes you suddenly think you can change my mind and cause me to abandon my beliefs?" Beliefs in mutant rights; fighting against oppression. Was the 'cure' not sign enough of persecution. The fact that society created something that would allow mutants to be rid of their powers -- even if it had been just a temporary thing. The very idea of it was sickening, and it only strengthened Magneto's motivations even more.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2014 8:43:33 GMT
Wanda's hand dropped from between them clenching into a fist. "I came to offer you my cure." she said dully, fighting back tears at his continued rejections. "I know you will never be happy as Erik, only as Magneto." she blinked back the sting of tears. "I love you, I couldn't agree with everything you believe in, and that...you could never forgive." she stated what they both knew. "So here Magneto." she never called him by his mutant name not in decades since she had been a brotherhood member and he just her leader. She held out her hand again this time glowing the deep vibrant red of her mutation, she actually didn't need to touch him to do this, considering he had trained her he should well know her range. But it was symbolic, if he couldn't even take her hand when she was giving him his powers, his life back....
Wanda waited hand out, she knew that he could probably guess that she could also push the cure back into over drive. Depriving him of his abilities for the longest possible time. "Let me finish breaking what has already started."
Please father...trust me just once, just once and maybe it will mean something, maybe I can be your child. I have been alone for so long...please...
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Oct 13, 2014 15:40:52 GMT
Magneto watched her as she said that she came here to offer him the cure. It was not all she said, and he remained quiet, listening intently to her words. It was certainly a shift from what she had said when first approaching him. Her expression of affection, and then her symbolic action of extending her hand. He looked at it before returning his gaze to meet hers. He knew what she was saying and what she was trying to do. Reconcile. Magneto had not been the kind of man who embraced having a family. When he was younger -- a child -- he ha assumed to follow the footsteps of his footsteps, living a traditional life: marrying, having children, a home . . . but the camps had changed that. Ever since Shaw, he knew that was not the path his life was destined to have. He would not marry. Nor could he embrace the thought of having children . . . well, children who opposed his own views. For the Brotherhood had and always would, come first. So he did not take her hand. Perhaps it was pride or arrogance. Or both. Along with a multitude of other things. He remained calm in her presence, his words a clear reflection of it.
"It was never about forgiveness," he told her. He never forced anyone to stay in the Brotherhood and she was no exception. He also did not fail to notice the name she called him: his mutant name -- his real name. "I do not need your cure," he told her, his voice void of any bitterness. He would regain his powers on his own, as they already began to surface. And he knew it would take time, but it would make him stronger and show resilience . . . show humankind that mutants would not be so easily defeated. "I always knew of the potential you possessed," he continued to tell her. "But you offer your help too late. Where were you when so many others lost their lives and mutations?" It was a rhetorical question. For to Magneto, only those who fought with him, truly fought for mutant rights and against the persecution of humans. "Offer your cure to others who are struggling to regain their mutation. Not to me." Once again, his voice held no bitterness nor anger toward her. He was not angered by her decision to not join the fight against humans; he merely felt saddened by all those who refused to fight for mutants. "And then find your happiness, Wanda," he said with a strong sincerity. "For you will not find it with me." He could not be the father she may perhaps would have wanted. And it was not as if he found enjoyment in continuously hurting her, for he saw emotions behind her gaze. And he did not want to be the constant cause of it.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2014 1:33:04 GMT
It was the last rejection, Wanda's hand dropped. "Very well." she took a breath, "You know most mutants I have come across in my clinics are upset the Cure isn't?" she shook her head.
Wanda took a step back, reigning in all her pain, disappointment, all the things that could have been, all the wishes she had for some kind of family after her childhood. Perhaps it was time to let go of the broken child crying out for her father's approval. She nodded to herself, time and past.
"I will still look for Charles." She half warned him. She could not ignore that he might be in danger. Ravens escription of his situation had not been comforting. She would still not act against him but she would no longer try and seek his approval.
Wanda did not believe in his war against humanity, but she was loyal to him as her father. That had been the reason she had left Xaviers, why she had not even attempted to rejoin the Brotherhood, unable to reconcile that personal loyalty with her moral objections.
She smiled at his last words, at least he gave her that much of a blessing even as he killed what ever last lingering familial ties they had. "I always help others." they had just disagreed on how to do it.
Wanda nodded good bye to him. "Farewell." She would have told him that if he ever needed her...but she knew full well he would never turn to her. So all she could do was give him her well wishes. She turned to leave, hands glowing read as she played the odds to insure she was not followed or seen leaving. She would not endanger him.
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