Magneto
"We are the future."
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Oct 14, 2014 18:02:41 GMT
Erik slowly opened his eyes, though with great strain. He felt as his head was weighted down with some unseen force, the heaviness of it and the pounding causing him to close his eyes once again. Taking a few deep breathes, he tried once again to open his eyes and in one forced motion, lifted his head to see his surroundings. He had no idea where he was. Furthermore, he felt extremely . . . different. And it wasn't until he look down at his hand, that he realized why. It was aged. Very aged. He sat upright and looked down at the rest of his half clad body, trying to control the panic that suddenly filled him. Why? Because he could not remember the years between then and now. And there seemed to be a great many of them. For the last thing he remembered was being in the camp, curled in his prison cell as he mourned the death of his mother at the hand of a man's name he would never forget: Dr. Klaus Schmidt.
But now, he was not a boy. He had grown . . . very much. And he was somewhere that he did not know. Had he not seen the unmistakable numeric branding on his forearm, he would have thought that he was possessed in another man's body. Yet this was him. A much older version. He quickly got out of bed, rushing to whatever mirror he found and stared at his reflection. Just to be sure, he raised his hand and watched as the mirror showed the man raising his hand as well. Yes. This was definitely him. His hand then went to his cheek, grazing over it as he felt the lines of age that had formed on his face . . . a face that he did not know. In a man's body that he did not know. The intense shock was enough to numb him and cause him to just stare at his reflection. Only when the shock subsided, would he properly panic in this seemingly impossible situation. Tag Magda
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Magda Gurzsky
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Post by Magda Eisenhardt on Oct 15, 2014 1:44:03 GMT
Magda normally was found in he kitchens this time of day, but normally Erik had found his way there too--if only to humor her. Deciding to seek him out, Magda begin looking for him--even finding out about a new target from other mutants bringing in information. From there she went on looking for her missing lover.
Magda was wise enough to know better then to ask anyone if they had seen him. Missing leaders caused alarm in the ranks. Instead she just looked around, until she decided to go to his rooms.
Not bothering to knock since she was alone, Magda walked right in. Not where she'd left him just a few hours ago. Turning she almost walked out until she caught sight of him. A smile broke out on her face as she walked over to him. "The runners are back with the information we wanted on the labs in Moxville, and while they have no hostages, we should get ride of them before they cause us trouble later. We can do that in the morning, right now you are in trouble. You missed supper, and you know I grow displeased with you when you miss supper." She teased, coming to stand before him, her hand moving to his chest to trail down over him, and quickly slip before the pants line. "One would think you were trying to displease me." Another tease.
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Magneto
"We are the future."
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Oct 16, 2014 14:59:07 GMT
Erik was so deep in his shock that he hadn't heard the door open. It wasn't until he heard someone speak to him that he abruptly turned around to face her, dropping his hand to his side. Who was she?! She was saying something about runners and labs and hostages . . . and Erik couldn't process the rest. None of it made sense. None of any of this made any sense! And as if he wasn't disturbed enough, she came closer to him, letting her finger graze his chest which caused him to stagger back when he had enough of his senses to move. Though she was extremely beautiful, he had absolutely no clue who this woman was, and he knew it showed in his expression and body language. He had one of two options: he could play along and lie, or he could be honest and question her identity. Lying wasn't something Erik often partook in . . . but perhaps that had changed? Either way, he knew he would not be able to do that; too much was unknown. And this woman's presence only added to his utter confusion and alarm.
Not to mention the fact that the two of them sounded close . . . very close -- granted Erik was not misunderstanding the underlying tone of suggestiveness in her voice. He practically ignored all she said, knowing he needed to ask a more general question for asking specific ones about what she was saying and doing would not be helpful overall. "What . . . is going on?" He had no idea if she would know for she seemed to be acting quite normally and comfortably. Too comfortably. "Who are you?" He questioned, his tone voice of any demand but rather, filled with genuine curiosity. Who was this woman who so casually entered the room he was in and . . . well, he didn't need to review the rest in his mind as the nature of their relationship was rather clear.
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