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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Aug 27, 2014 1:00:12 GMT
It had been ten years. Ten years of captivity. How did Erik know this? He had kept count. He had counted the meals slipped to him in a completely lacking of human contact kind of way. He knew the others were wary of him. As they should be. But of all the crimes he had committed, the assassination of John. F. Kennedy was not among them. He had tried to stop the bullet that day; he even still recalled saying goodbye to Mystique on the day he left for Dallas. He had told her he would return in no time, for it had been the first time he had left her in charge of the Brotherhood in his absence. He believed in her capability, of course he did. He had just not realized that ten years later, he would still be sitting in a cell, guarded in one of the most secure locations. Surrounded by glass, for the imbeciles had learned their lessons after placing him in a regular cell. It only took them doing it 3 times before they realized it. But alas, here he was. Clad in a white uniform, his badge reading 0001, indicating that he was the first prison of this jail. After all, who else would be so helpless surrounded by glass?
He was currently sitting on the ground in a meditative position. His mind was deep in a trance, ensuring all semblance of sanity. How else was he meant to survive a decade of solitude and isolation? No human contact, no voices to fill his ears. Utter silent, with the exception of the tray of food that was slipped to him thrice daily. He believed he would get out one day, he had to hold on to that belief. Hope was often a dangerous thing to possess, but it was not hope in humanity. It was faith in his fellow mutants. They had after, Angel, Emma, Riptide, Azazel, and of course his Azure Angel, Mystique. The Brotherhood lived, of that he was certain. He believed they were still fighting for human rights, for he knew Mystique well enough to know that she would not give up. But for the time being, all he could do was delve into the depth of his mind, disallowing humans to rip his sanity from him, as they had already stolen his freedom. Tag Mystique
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2014 1:34:18 GMT
He would be back in no time. That was what Magneto had promised Mystique. However, ten years was far too long for her to wait. She had been working on a plan that had taken several years to initiate. Finally, it was time. She had started by infiltrating the prison, disguised as a guard. Of course that was just the tip of the ice burg. She had to work her way up so that she could easily copy the identities of those who had high security clearance. She learned, as she worked her way up the ranks, that the security got much tighter. Voice scans, eye scans. They were really keeping Magneto locked down tightly.
Finally she had reached a high enough clearance to get in to the area of the cell that Magneto was being held in. It was like a revolting glass zoo. She'd never seen anything like it. Unfortunately, those who worked that section were always there, and so, she had to take another disguise in order to get to them. There was a man with salt and pepper hair sitting at a desk, looking rather smug. She had seen him before.. he was the one who's eye needed scanned. The voice scan that was needed was from a girl who was on the other side of the large room. It was going to be difficult. The scans needed to be done within brief moments of each other, or the doors wouldn't unlock as she wanted them to.
She strode in to the large white room and she scanned over the perimeter, making a plan in her mind. She wore a white lab coat, and was disguised as a red headed woman whom promptly got a wink from mister salt and pepper. Clearly they had a thing going on. This was going to be easier than she thought. She sauntered toward the man, clip board in hand, as though she wanted to show him something. She leaned forward, shrugging the lab coat down her shoulders slightly, and she smiled as she used this woman's body to it's fullest extent. "Mister. Jacobs," she mused, quickly reading his badge. "I was wondering if I could have a moment alone to speak with you?"
The man smirked. "Of course you can, Ms Green. Patrice, would you mind giving us a moment?" But the blonde was already scoffing and out the door. Excellent. Just as Mr. Jacobs was ready to get his make-out on, Mystique grabbed him by the tie and she pulled him over the desk. He grunted and started to sound like he was going to call for help. "Shhh.." Mystique stomped on his throat with a magenta pump, making sure that she didn't give him a heel to the neck. It needed to be clean. "Hmm.. you sure are a handsome thing." She morphed, and he would be looking at himself, wearing the same thing as Mystique was wearing as a woman. "Nothing personal.. but you've got something I need." She moved her foot expertly, and snapped his neck. It had to be done.
She pulled him behind his desk, and swiftly pulled off his clothes. His body, was thankfully, concealed for now. But it would be discovered. Patrice was still out, which meant that she had even less time. The plan, was to open the doors in to Magneto's floor, punch in the code to open the cell, and then take him out by way of disguise as well. Unfortunately, this meant that Patrice would likely have to meet her death as well, but if she was part of some establishment so horrible? She deserved it.
She stood in front of the optical scanner, and allowed it to scan her eye as she was standing in the man's body - albeit in women's clothing. Once the scan was finished, she morphed in to her normal form, did several flips until she reached the end of the room, and Patrice's voice came from her lips as she spoke a code that she had heard during her reconnaissance. Much to her relief, the doors opened, and she hurried in to the cell, carrying the clothing of Mr. Jacobs. It wasn't long until she found him. Magneto. A breath caught in her throat, but now wasn't the time for tearful reunions.
Sparing a brief look behind her, the blue beauty punched in the code that was needed to unlock Magneto's cell, and soon, it opened. "Put these on," She spoke quickly, tossing the clothing to him. "And keep your head low."
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Aug 27, 2014 5:15:10 GMT
Ordinarily there was nothing that could break Magneto out of his meditative state. Usually the only possible distraction, the only thrill of his life, was his food being slid down to him. But that no longer broke him out of his state. However, today marked the day where something did. And it was enough for him to open his eyes and rise to his feet, turning in the direction of the source of sound. His eyes had never beheld a more beautiful sight. Mystique. She had come for him, as he knew she would. Many things flooded him at once, but being a man of determination, her instructions and the necessity of taking advantage of this opportune moment, kicked in. He could not numbly stare at her with relief and gratitude, among many other things. They first needed to get out of this highly secure facility. Then, later he would express everything he felt swell within him, as well as find out how she had executed such a wonderfully successful plan.
He quickly took off his shirt, tossing the numbered garment to the side as he put on the shirt of the outfit she had given him. He quickly slipped his pants off -- obviously having something on underneath -- and just as quickly put the other pair of pants on. He felt no modesty or shyness in this moment for there was no time for it. Besides, Mystique had seen far more of him than this. He stood at the opened door, taking in a breath of fresh air. He was not yet outside, but the opening still offered a freshness. A taste of freedom. Once again, aware that he could not yet bask in this, he looked to Mystique, giving her a small smile on his lips and a bit of a nod. He then did as instructed, he kept his head lowered and awaited her further instruction. While he was a leader, he felt comfortable allowing her to take charge, for he knew not her plans of escape. He was just ready to get out of this hell hole. And the second he was able to sense the presence of metal . . . they would be unstoppable. "Let's go," he said in a low voice, eager to be removed from this dreadful place.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2014 19:55:45 GMT
Pushing away all desires to greet Magneto with any sort of physical affection where forced out of her mind quickly as she watched him step out of the glass cell. Morphing back in to the body of the red haired woman, she quickly hustled back in to the office of the now dead Mr. Jacobs and Patrice. Ah, Patrice. Just arriving as the doors that led to Magneto's cell were closing. The look on Patrice's face was sheer terror as she saw the man standing there. "You..." the woman spoke with a glare. It was too bad. She was going to spare Patrice's life but really, she had no choice. Just as the woman was about to call for security, Mystique grabbed her by the throat, and held her up in the air. "I was going to let you survive.. You shouldn't be such a tattle-tale, Patrice." Mystique clutched the woman's throat, breaking it rather quickly. Tossing the woman's body to the side, she then looked back at Magneto. "There's far less security in the other rooms. There shouldn't be any more casualties." She grabbed a the clip board off of Mr. Jacobs' desk, and she handed it to Magneto. She also swiped Mr. Jacbos' glasses for Magneto to disguise himself with. She didn't have to tell him to play along. He likely already knew.
"Now," The red headed woman known as Ms. Greene spoke to her new assistant as they passed through the second tier of security. "As you know, that was the mutant known as Magneto. Public enemy number one. But here, we simply refer to him as 0001. The way we see it, they're not humans, and they do not deserve names." Did it bother her to say it? Sure, in a way, but it was more amusing to her than anything. She heard the way they talked about mutants here. They were more like creatures than actual human beings. It was disgusting. Still though, she managed to pull off the role very well. Clearly, she had been doing her homework. Mystique as Ms. Greene spared a nod to one of the workers who was moving quickly through the room to allow her from level four in to security level three.
This was going to start getting difficult. The level three people were cut throat. They would do anything to move up the ladder seeing that they were right in the middle. They would pick out anything if it meant that they would be able to scale the security clearance ladder so that they could get more money. Of course. It was all about money. Mystique continued on with her discussion to her 'assistant'. "Soon, our facility will grow, and the rest of the cells will be filled. 0001 is only the first out of many. We hope to be the top mutant corrections facility in the country. Maybe even one day, the world." She added with a wink and a smile to a guard who was eyeing up Magneto very suspiciously. "Hi there, handsome." She spoke to the guard. Typical. He was distracted instantly. "H-howdy, ma'am." He stuttered, speaking in that Dallas style slang. "Trainin' some fresh meat, are ya?"
Mystique gave her most charming smile. "I am. And we really must be on our way to the second floor. If you'll excuse us." She held her breath as she turned on her heel and urged Magneto to follow her. The guard stood behind them, scratching his head. He was suspicious. Once they reached the second floor, they were nearly home free. Metal was starting to become visible. Doors. Desks. Bits of the ceilings. That floor was made quick work of. It was once they reached the first floor that things started to get complicated. They were so close to the door to the outside. So close to freedom, when whispers started. Suspicions were rising.
"Can you drive fast?" She asked as they rushed toward the door. "Because we're gonna need a led foot." Suddenly, just before they could get to the door, an alarm went off inside of the building. Bars came down beside the doors to the outside, and seemingly, they were trapped. Unforutnately, for the people inside, the bars were made of iron. "Idiots." Mystique rolled her eyes.
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Sept 13, 2014 13:44:39 GMT
Once they were out of the cell, Magneto felt the freshness of air after having been in confinement for a decade. And he knew there would be more to come. He watched Mystique, as she morphed into the appearance of a human, and found it rather enjoyable to see her use her mutation so effortlessly. She had always been able to do so, but he had missed seeing her. He had missed every single thing about her. He remained unfazed when the woman -- apparently Patricia -- seemed terrified by his presence. One human was no match for the two of them. But he did nothing. Instead, he observed Mystique as she stepped in, taking the woman by the throat and pulling the life from her. A small, pleased smile crept onto Magneto's lips having witnessed such a glorious sight. He would remember this for when he and Mystique were out of this facility, and were finally alone so that he could properly thank her for breaking him out. He silently took the clipboard in his hand, putting on the glasses and keeping his head downcast as they made their way through the halls and rooms. 'Ms Greene' spoke of mutants, and Magneto found the words rather amusing at the very least. For it re-enforced what they fought for. Or fought against he supposed. Ah yes. Public enemy number one. That was how he was perceived by the world. As a threat. When all he had done was try to save a fellow mutant.
But he knew that this was not the time nor place to dwell on such things. HE had spent 10 years, meditating, keeping a calm and rational mind. He would not undo these efforts now to claim vengeance. It was not the right moment. As they made their way through, it was becoming increasingly difficult as they faced another obstacle. He continued to remain silent as Mystique spoke in her disguise. Speaking was too risky and he was remaining very aware of their surroundings. They approached another guard, as she had successfully managed to distract him by using that seductive side to her. Regardless of how she looked, she constantly had that aura about her. And Magneto found himself suppressing a smile because of it. She was so alluring, and he found himself growing more and more forward to when she could return to her natural form to fully appreciate her. Though they managed to walk away from the guard, Magneto could feel his suspicions, and knew that they would need to hurry. As they moved further from his cell, he could feel small traces of metal starting to appear. Had he not been clutching the clipboard, it would have caused his hands to tremble. To be deprived of metal for so long, was like being without ones addiction. He had massive withdrawal, and feeling metal, the magnetism surrounding him, was filling him with overwhelming relief and satisfaction, requiring him to use all his strength to refrain from reacting to it. Magneto opened his mouth to answer her question, when suddenly, the alarm sounded, causing them to become 'trapped'. Magneto remained completely calm and composed, not even offering the slightest bit of concern over their sudden predicament. It was hardly a challenge.
For the imbeciles had attempted to trap him with metal bars. As if they had not learned the first few times having kept him in a metal cell before Trask Industries had built a glass one. He turned away from the door, facing the growing group of armed men who were aiming their rubber guns consisting of non metal bullets at them. Magneto dropped the clipboard to the floor, and took calmly took off his glasses, tossing them on top of it. He turned to Mystique for a moment, giving her a slight smile. "Allow me," he said, in a bit of a playful tone. How he had waited for this moment for so long. To feel the metal around him, to fulfill that torturous craving that had remained unsatisfied for so long. "Don't move!" One of the guards demanded. A demand that Magneto was obviously not going to comply with. He began to raise his hands and the first thing he did was pull an iron bar from the series of them. Moving his hands he expanded the metal and created a large circle, to serve as a shield. He moved it in front of Mystique, for if they started firing, he knew he would not be able to stop the bullets and her safety was of his utmost concern. Taking advantage of this distraction, as the guards looked at it, Magneto then pulled more bars from the row of them, slightly altering the end so that it became a tip rather than a rounded end. He hurled them toward the guards, the tip of each one able to penetrate the chests of at least four of the men a they were pushed backwards, and pinned against the wall as they quickly bled out.
Magneto simultaneously did the same with the other bars, causing small groups of the men to be forced backwards. With one bar left, he pulled it apart, creating small spheres with it and charging them toward the remaining threats. The metal spheres manically darted through the air, going through the heads and chests of the guards, as they lifelessly fell the ground. Magneto quickly assessed the scene, satisfied that the first group of guards were taken care of. He moved the shield from Mystique and resized it so that it was one sphere that rested right above the palm of his hand. He kept it there, allowing it to levitate as he turned toward the door. With his other hand, he ripped the door off it's hinges, not having done that before as he did not know what awaited them upon leaving. He stepped out first to ensure the area was clear before standing and waiting for Mystique. He quietly inhaled, taking in the fresh air. Now, he truly felt free. Aware that he could not fully bask in it until they were safe, he looked around him. "Which mode of transportation would you prefer?" He asked her with a small smile. For whatever it was, he would easily be able to control it.
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Mystique wasn't worried about those guards and their silly little guns. Of course she would have been if it wasn't for the fact that Magneto was now freed and there was metal surrounding them. It was just what they needed. Perhaps they just didn't know who they were dealing with. When he spoke to her, saying 'allow me', a grin curved on to her lips. There was the man who she'd been missing. She remained still while Magneto worked his magic. Her eyes scanned the area as she watched metal bars shifting and turning, and finally flying at the guards. Even ten years of captivity couldn't make him lose his touch.
Of course it wasn't the right time to think such things, but watching Magneto rip the door off of it's hinges while all of the guards were down on the ground made something spark inside of her that she had long since ignored so it wouldn't cause her more pain. Her smile widened. Although she felt that familiar fluttering in her stomach, she pushed it away for the time being so that she could concentrate on getting the two of them to freedom. He asked what method of transportation she preferred, and yet again, there was a smile. This one was a little more devious, though. "Why don't we go by way of Helicopter?" She asked with an innocent flutter of her eyelashes. "I'm sure you could get one if you really tried. In fact, there's a landing pad on top of this building. You get the helicopter.. I'll fly." She gave him a playful wink.
The thrill of danger, and being able to use her abilities in such ways made her feel a chill of excitement that ran through her entire body. That was likely why she chose helicopter. It would be the quickest way to get back to the brotherhood. The fastest way for Magneto to be able to finally enjoy his freedom.
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Sept 13, 2014 19:10:36 GMT
Mystique answered his question by suggesting a helicopter, and that certainly was an excellent answer. It would be easier to avoid any sort of traffic or road blocks that may be put in place once news of his escape came out. Plus, between the two of them, there was no threat for even if they sent aircrafts after them . . . well, Magneto could easily dispose of them. The way she had said it as well . . . Magneto was not oblivious to the playfulness in her voice. How he had missed her so very much. Out of everyone and anyone, she was the first person he would have liked to see when being given his freedom, and much to his pleasure, here she was. He kept a small smile on his lips and gave a very slight nod as he took a few steps forward and looked up to the roof where the landing pad was. How very convenient there happened to be a helicopter there. Magneto raised his hands and began to raise the copter, steadily bringing it down to them, an action that was quite effortless. He was enjoying every use of his power after having been denied the opportunity to use it in the past ten years.
It was on a whole new level of cruelty, to force a mutant to be deprived of utilizing their abilities. Which was precisely what they were fight against: the cruelty of humans upon the mutant race. Magneto brought the helicopter to the ground, forcing the propellers to move, though he didn't exactly need them as the mode of transportation consisted of metal and thus, was easily controlled. Although, Mystique had offered to drive it . . . and he figured he could have a little fun with this. He extended his hand to her to help her into the helicopter and took one final glance around him before entering the aircraft after her. He began to raise it in the air, letting her take control of it while he took action against the building, and anyone within it. Standing near the door of the helicopter he began to hurl the various cars in the parking lot toward the foundations of the building, causing things to start exploding and burning from the impact. He was going to watch this building burn down for it represented the prison he had been forced into for far too many years.
He didn't watch the whole building burn down. Instead he closed the door and then sat in the front passenger's seat as Mystique sat in the pilot's, for as she had said, she would fly the helicopter. He looked around, ensuring they were not being followed at the moment, and was on alert, able to sense any other metal around them should that change. He turned his head to look at her, watching her, taking in the wonderful image of her -- one that had been strong in his mind for the past several years. "Thank you," he said after several moments of silence. His voice was strong with sincerity, for while the words were simple, they held a depth to them. As he was genuinely grateful to her for the risks she took to get him out. He knew it hadn't been easy, and that it had taken ten years to perfect the plan. But she had done it. On her own. Something else he had not failed to notice. "Is it solely you I owe my gratitude to?" He asked, only half teasingly, for he began to wonder where the others were, or whether she had truly come by herself.
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Mystique had quickly moved in to the helicopter as soon as it was low enough for her to climb inside of it. She was able to hijack it easily enough, but that was likely because she had done it so much in the past. She had time to work on it, thanks to Magneto keeping it in the air for her while she got it started. Once he was secure in the helicopter along with her, she peered outside to watch the chaos below them. A smile crept on to her lips. She was always so proud when she could cause madness and chaos - especially when it was for a good cause... and rescuing Magneto was certainly a good cause in her mind.
When he thanked her and asked if she was the sole person to thank, she stayed silent for a moment. "The others helped as much as they could.. but their jobs were a bit different. The rest of the Brotherhood has been keeping government officials and everyone else off of our tails. They've set up in a different base...we knew that we were going to be on a huge radar after I helped you escape. The plan, and infiltrating the system however, was all me." She looked at him and gave him another smile. "I wish that I could have saved you sooner, Magneto.." she felt her stomach flipping. "I'm sorry it took me so long.."
She wanted to stop flying the helicopter so that she could leap in to his arms. She was pushing her emotions down for now..she had to. She couldn't risk landing too soon. "Once we're a few miles away from the base we'll land, that way they won't be able to track us." She glanced at him, and for a moment, she allowed herself to be open. "I've missed you, Magneto.. I'm so glad that you're safe.."
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Oct 12, 2014 13:29:11 GMT
She spoke of how the others were preoccupied with different taking; mainly, evading the authorities . . . which was excellent to hear. It meant that the Brotherhood was active, even in his absence. He had never doubted Mystique's ability to continue the fight for mutant rights during his imprisonment. "Has the Brotherhood grown at all?" He asked, wondering whether the mutants who were fighting the war against humans remained the same, or if their numbers had either dwindled or grew. He knew with his release, he would return to recruiting mutants as he had tried to do in the year when the Brotherhood had been newly formed. Now, he was going to publicize it as much as he could. He was already a wanted man. She then spoke of how she wished she could have saved him sooner, apologizing for the time it took her. "I knew you would come as soon as you were able to," he told her honestly. "I never once doubted your capabilities nor your loyalty," he further expressed. He trusted her emphatically. She had nothing to be sorry for as he knew that the plan she had executed had been quite meticulous and required a great deal of time to plan. Not to mention the fact that she had not been idle in the Brotherhood. Her statement of how this entire plan had been all her further re-enforced what he already knew: that Mystique was a strong, intelligent and extremely capable mutant.
She had only become stronger in the decade he had been gone, that much was clear to see. While he never believed her to be weak, her sheltered upbringing had suppressed many things in her; things that he had strove and had been able to unleash from within her the moment she had decided to remain in her true form, no longer hiding. She then further explained their plans, but it was her lastly spoken words that he chose to respond to; her admittance of missing him and being glad that he was safe. He gave a slight smile at that, for the feeling was abundantly mutual. "I am far too familiar with the feeling," he said, also admitting to having missed her. Though that may have been an understatement. It had been maddening, not knowing whether she was safe or even alive. Ten years of not knowing. Of being cut off from the world. "It gives me immense comfort and relief to see that you are well and strong." He often remained guarded and stoic but around her, he knew he did not have to be. Not to the same extent anyway. For his feelings for her ran extremely deep; deeper than he would ever be capable of expressing. At least verbally. "The deprivation of your company was not easy to bare." He wanted her to know that he had been thinking of her. That he had been worried for her. And all he could do was escape into his own mind in deep meditation so that he would not fall into the darkened abyss of insanity.
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When she was asked if the Brotherhood had grown, a smile crept on her lips. "You'll be pleased to know that it is forever growing, even in your absence. The others have been recruiting... and there are some that come on their own accord. Those who are sick of hiding and want to stand up for what we're all fighting for. Charles has been going through a bit of a tough time, himself, so I'm told." The truth was, no one had told her. Sometimes she'd watch him from afar...to check up on him. Make sure he was okay. He was her brother, after all, and she could never just write him off. "His school has shut down, and he has been taking a cure to make himself numb to everything around him." She paused, and cleared her throat, trying not to show too much emotion. "Some of those mutants have joined forces with us, more than likely tired of being weak."
Mystique knew that although it was still small considering the number of mutants that were out there, the Brotherhood would continue to thrive, and grow. And somehow, she knew that Charles would once more begin to thrive as well, even if he needed a kick in the pants to do it.. and they would need to be ready for it when he started up the school again. When he mentioned that he'd never doubted her, as well as admitting that he missed her as she missed him, made her smile once more. This time it was a softer sort of smile. One that was reserved for those she cared about deeply than anyone else. The only two people that saw such an expression were Charles Xavier and Magneto, himself. He wouldn't entirely say that he had missed her, nor would he profess any sort of feelings for her verbally.. she knew this, of course. Magneto was a man of action. They always spoke louder than words, anyway.
"The depravity of your company was pretty awful, too.." She spoke with a small smile once more. "But now you're back, and The Brotherhood can continue to grow stronger than ever. You're a natural born leader, Magneto." Which he more than likely knew. "They've stuck by me only because they knew that I'd go to Hell and back just to get you home."
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Oct 31, 2014 11:33:55 GMT
Mystique had spoken of how he would be pleased to know that the Brotherhood had grown, and pleased was indeed the perfect word to describe how he felt upon hearing this news. To know that others continued to fight for the cause, despite his absence, meant a great deal. It showed the dedication and loyalty that they had to the Brotherhood and all it stood for. He had never doubted Mystique's, but now he knew that the others were not ones who would so easily give up in the absence of a leader. Then again, he was fairly certain that Mystique had stepped into this role while he was unable to. She then spoke of Charles, and the difficulty he was currently facing. Magneto would always consider him a friend, and consider what happened to be him to be extremely unfortunate. He also knew that while he wished to see him, Charles would most likely be less than thrilled to see Magneto. He knew full well that the telepath blamed him for losing Mystique . . . though that was something that Magneto would never apologize for. To do so would be suggesting Mystique was naive and easily manipulated. Neither of which were true about her.
But he was also aware that Charles most likely blamed him for several other things, and he was unsure that his presence would help the mutant feel any better. Hearing that the school had shut down was indeed saddening news . . . but not as saddening as hearing he was taking something to numb his surroundings. "Have you seen him?" Magneto asked, wondering if she checked on him, as she was of course close to him, and vice versa. "It does indeed sound unfortunate what has happened to him." Magneto's tone was sincere, feeling truly sympathetic toward his friend without making his voice too revealing of emotions. Mystique knew him well enough to be able to read such tones however, so there was no need for him to be overly emotional . . . not that he ever was. "I am sorry to hear that he is suffering as such." Once again, sincerity strong in his voice, as he knew it could not be easy for Mystique as well to see -- or hear -- of her brother in such a state.
She went on to speak of those who had joined them, being ones who were tired of being weak. "Society tells them they are weak to hinder them. When these mutants realize their power and potential, then they will understand just how oppressed they have been." Humans. The root of all problems. He gave a slight smile when she spoke of how she too felt the deprivation of his company, and that now he had returned, the Brotherhood would continue to grow stronger. Her next words saying how he was a natural born leader, made him ever so slightly raise his chin, glad that she saw him as such, though never doubted her views for she had joined The Brotherhood that day he had offered her his hand. "A leader is only as good as those who are with him." He may be arrogant, but he also would not undermine the power that other mutants had; their extraordinary gifts and how they helped make the Brotherhood as strong as it was becoming.
"Especially one particularly radiant azure skinned beauty," he added, the same small smile playing on his lips as he looked at her. How he had missed her. "Well you have succeeded in your aim," he continued, responding to her speaking of how she would go to hell and back for him . . . to get him home. "And now we can truly show society how mutants can not be stopped. How we will not cease to exist just because they feel threatened or powerless by our superior abilities." They had tried to contain him, but they had failed. "We will start making up for lost time," he added, his words having a bit of a double meaning. For he meant them not only in terms of the Brotherhood, but also, in terms of him and Mystique.
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Nov 5, 2014 18:56:45 GMT
She answered his question by saying that she had wanted to watch him from afar; that she had not gone up to him. He knew it was difficult for her, having grown up with him. Magneto had to admit it was even difficult for him to hear that his dear friend was in such a state. "I am sure he will want to see you," Magneto assured her. Charles most likely blamed Magneto for her departure. The tension lay between them, and it was a shame that Mystique had to be caught in the middle. But at the same time, he was quite pleased that she had chosen to join with him. Not just because how much he valued her as a member of the Brotherhood and fellow mutant, but also, how much he valued her as a woman. As someone he deeply cared about, more than he otherwise thought capable. "Should you ever want to go, I will ensure you get there safely." Even if she did not want him to accompany her. He would still arrange for it, and understand. Besides, he was extremely grateful for all she did, not taking it granted in the slightest. "His well being is something that is important to us both. In time, I am sure he will recover." He was strong, and he would overcome this emotional turmoil he was suffering. Magneto was certain of it.
She went on to explain what else she had done in his absence; she had recruited and impersonated him, which caused him to smile at the thought. He was rather proud of her for having done all this; stepping up where she was needed. Keeping hope alive for mutants and not allowing them to belief that the humans had won for the time they had him in captivity. Yes. She most certainly did the right thing. Especially now hearing that their latest recruits were quite loyal. Their team as building quite nicely as it seemed . . . and he owed a great deal of that to her. "Thank you, Mystique. For all you have done for the Brotherhood." His words were filled with sincerity and genuine appreciation. "No one else would have been able to take the position you did in my absence. This is why I trust you more than anyone, as you prove time and time again how valuable you are to the cause." He paused for a moment. "And to me." After all, it had initially been her and him in the Brotherhood, along with the few others. But he had always had quite a special bond with her. One that had only strengthened since the, despite the ten years in between.
She agreed that they had much to make up for, and added that they were almost there, and his eyes went to the window, seeing the island that they now called home. "I am quite looking forward to meeting the others. And seeing how much the Brotherhood has developed," he said thinking aloud, vocalizing his thoughts. He then turned to look back at her, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Though perhaps that can wait until morning," he decided, his tone clearly suggesting an alternate way to spend the night. Mainly, with her. He was still basking in the feeling of being free; free from captivity. Feeling the metal around him, the liberty, even her presence . . . so much he had been deprived of. And now, he had regained it all, and would ensure it never happened again. Not to him, not to anyone.
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