Title: What Lies Underneath
Description: (Mystique's Return-- Open)
Quicksilver - September 1, 2010 05:06 AM (GMT)
June 4th-- Three Days before we go into the Void
Late at night
He hardly slept anymore. Pietro worked tirelessly towards finding his father, and it gnawed on his brain like a man possessed. Since that thing had appeared that had taken his father... he had thought for a time that it had killed Magneto, but Psylocke, the white queen of the Hellfire Club had seen in her vision, or her telepathic sweep or however it worked, honestly he had no idea how such powers functioned, that he was not only alive, but trapped by that creature. It... disturbed him that he was unable to find away to find him, even after all that. Pietro was torn and he was confused.
Part of him wished that he could simply use this as an excuse to leave this horrible place, and these miserable people. He could walk away and he could tell anyone who asked that the only tie to the Brotherhood was the man he was trying to be a son to. No one would miss him. No one would ask. And, perhaps in time, X-Factor would welcome him back, his sisters and even that fool Summers likely to greet him with open arms and help him in his 'rehabilitation.' But that was not who Pietro was. It simply wasn't that easy and it never would be. He was sadly and tragically a member of this organization now. Though he did not believe in their methods, he could not argue that their goal was his.
The mutant race must stand when all others have failed, and his feigned attempted coup a few days ago had done what it was supposed to have done. It motivated them all to get off their asses, excuse the crudity, and bring them a sense of unity in their search for his father, his accompanying that idiot throwback Primal to meet with Psylocke a perfect example.
So, he was exhausted, and disgusted with himself, and depressed, and perhaps even a touch on the suicidal side though he would never bring himself to that drastic a conclusion not because it was a since but because who then would look after Wanda. And, yet he worked, and he worked, leaving no stone unturned, no inch of this planet unexamined, no shadow not illuminated.
Magneto suffered, and his son, his only son, his unwanted and disobedient son, held silent vigil in the darkness of the Murderworld, waiting for a sign, any sign of where the man might be held. If that creature that called itself Onslaught returned, it would face this particular child of Magnus and then who would be judge and jury?
Raven Darkholme - September 1, 2010 06:06 AM (GMT)
Her mind was twisted, contorting wildly with the visions of her beloved Magneto in a place in which no one, not even Charles Xavier could reach. She paced back and forth, to and fro amidst the small apartment she had obtained under the guise of... of... Oh hell it didn't really matter the name she used this round. It was simply the heart shaped face, little blond with a curvy figure that had meandered her way into the apartment building, and got a sweet deal on an apartment; well under the recommended value of the place.
In any rate, her mind was made up. There was no other place for her but with the Brotherhood. That was her home, those members who had first welcomed her, joined her, fought with her and kept her alive on so many occasions that there would be no other place for her. Her home, her... family.
This thought shifted her mind back upon Kurt Wagner and upon Rogue her children, one of her love, lust, and body, while the other a child of her heart. She wasn't a person to truly show any amount of love towards any person or being, but within her, there was room for a select few that in her eyes were beyond feeling a coldness for. Erik, Kurt, Rogue, Max, Forge. They were all her protected few, as she seen it. While as a singular person, each could fend for and protect themselves better than most she knew, they would remain under her protection.
Raven thought on the Brotherhood now, under the care of Pietro, Erik's only (that she knew of) son. What was that like? What was -he- like? Was he anything like the father that he had no real chance of knowing? She couldn't imagine that spawn of Erik's loins would be anything short of magnificent. Midnight lips pressed firmly together for a moment before her tongue slid against the fleshy tiers. A thought of hesitation passed through her mind; Would they even allow her to return?
"Oh, Erik. Why do things have to be so damned confusing? What would you have me do? I need your guidance.. I need.." She stopped talking to herself in that moment, and shifted. The length of near white blond hair, trailed down her back, her flesh twisted, lightened until it was a pretty pale hue of peach, and finally the full form was arranged so that it wouldn't look out of place for her to be exiting the apartment. A pair of form-fitting black pants, curve-hugging bodice, and a pair of stylish heels completed the arrangement.
The night air, cool yet with a thick blanket of humidity, created a comfortable atmosphere, a soft breeze touched her face and she opened cerulean blue eyes to the sky that mirrored her own skin almost perfectly. Stars twinkled, and for a moment she wondered if, wherever Erik was, he could see those same lights. The thought was cast out of her head, as she realized where she was. Outside.
Keys bounced off her hip as she moved towards the Jeep that parked just outside the apartment building, a faint mist of dew rested on the car, and a heavy fog covered the windows. She slid into the car and against the leather interior, before the car was started and she was off.
The closer she got, the harder her pulse beat in her chest. She could hear the blood coursing through her veins, she believed. Her teeth pressed down into the full pink pout of her bottom lip and she ventured closer. She saw the black iron gates that surrounded the compound, and soon she was upon them.
The small box resided beside the gates, and she closed her eyes whispering a silent prayer to whomever was out there that the code was the same. The length of a single manicured index finger pressed against the cool silver hued keypad, each digit went in, and finally for the retinal scan. Her left eye shifted to it's normal yellow hue and she leaned to allow it to scan. A moment later, a digital reading came across.. 'Welcome, Mystique.' And the gates were open.
Driving through, she noticed a man who strongly favored Magneto, though a younger version. Raven swallowed hard and pulled into park near the man. The car was turned off, and her figure shifted back into it's normal visage. She got out of the car and moved towards the man.
"QuickSilver... I presume?" She murmured, not using his given name, unsure if he was one to go by it or his mutant name.
Cain Marko - September 1, 2010 06:42 AM (GMT)
Cain had no idea what time it was, but he knew it was late. He'd discovered years ago that while he did need sleep, and he did get tired, he was different from everyone else. He once operated at near peak efficiency for about two weeks with no sleep at all. He didn't understand it, but because of that fact, he was often found wandering around the compound at weird hours. Tonight was one of those nights; seeing as how he'd only returned three days ago, he was still getting used to everything again. His footfalls carried with them a steady THUD, accompanied by a small tremor with every step; needless to say if anyone didn't know he was coming, something was wrong with them.
He been on his little journey for at least an hour now; he wasn't looking for anything in particular, just trying to calm his never ending sense of restlessness. Eventually he ended up outside; and truth be told he was surprised he didn't get there by absentmindedly walking through a wall. Looking up at the moon, he sighed deeply and kept walking, once again aimlessly. It felt like he'd circled the entire compound when he finally stopped walking; now he was just standing there, towering over a jeep, a strikingly beautiful blue woman with red hair and yellow eyes known as Mystique....and the son of their mighty leader.
He considered leaning on the jeep, but truth be told, the vehicle probably wouldn't survive the experience, and he was sure the blue beauty wouldn't appreciate that. So, he just stood there, craning his neck downwards like always to peer at the pair what most people would consider aesthetically pleasing children of the atom. "Hey Pietro, seems you ain't the only one who's restless round here. Sorry about yer pop.....I would tell ya everythin's gonna be okay, but we're all adults here, and I know you don't wanna hear some bullshit. I will say this though, the old mans a fighter, don't count him out yet." While it was true Magneto didn't treat Pietro like a father should treat a son, they were still just that, father and son.
Pietro might very well hate the man, but deep down he cared; Cain knew that because even to this day he hated his father with everything he had...but he still cared about him. Then it clicked in his brain that he'd been rude; but if you're rude long enough, it becomes natural to you. "Mystique....been a while since I've seen you." He let a rare smile spread across his features as his eyes trailed over her curves; "Gotta say you ain't changed much. And you still look good enough to....you look good." He chuckled a little at the obvious joke and near slip of the tongue, Mystique was the only person who like him, seemed to not age much if at all. Here he was 55 and he didn't look a day out of his mid 20's, not that he was complaining about either of them mind you, but dammit if it didn't irk him to see others age and him stand still in time.
Spitfire - September 1, 2010 03:31 PM (GMT)
It had not been the best of evenings. Jac was returning to base, absolutely covered from top to tail in some highly unpleasant mixture of blood and body fluids that aside from a little sweat, was not her body fluids. Vickers had met a very messy end on request of Primal, after they had squeezed every last bit of information out of the policeman. Her nerves were on edge, not helped by the fact she hadn’t eaten since the early afternoon (a hungry speedster was not the sort of speedster you wanted to be around) and so the blonde was trying to chow down on a hotdog, with plenty of onions, mustard and relish, while trying not to drip any bits of liquid Vickers into her food. She longed to get back home quick, needing something more substantial than a scrap of junkfood from the fair. Oh, and she needed to have a power hose turned on her as well. Why her…
Cutting through the jumble of Coney Island that was mostly shutting down for the night, the blonde kept to the shadows as she made her way over to the more secluded, seemingly abandoned area where the sprawl of Murderworld had been constructed, long before the Brotherhood had happened to take over the site. Coming around the front, nipping speedily through the security gate, Jac was making her way towards the entrance when she stopped and burst out laughing at what she heard.
“Quicksilver? Noo, this is Larry. He has the power of cool hair and ice cool stoicism,” Jac quipped, unable to stop herself from letting the comment fly, as it had been a while since she had let one of her trademark snarks loose. She seriously needed to as well, as it let some of the tension that was bubbling away menacingly inside her, out. Spitfire knew that she should probably show Mystique more respect, but then again out of all the high level members of the Brotherhood, Jac probably knew the blue woman the least and was having to reserve judgement on how much respect she would freely show the woman, for at least the moment anyway.
“Cain, long time no see. Where’ve you been?” the English blonde turned her head towards the unstoppable Juggernaut, giving him a grin and shoving a chunk of hotdog into her mouth. A drop of Vickers slid off a lock of her hair and fell to the ground, splashing silently between her boots. “So, is this a reunion or something? If I’d known I’d have taken a shower before coming back to base…” she dug her hand into her belt at the back, tugging at the band as it had become twisted in transit. Finishing her food with another rapid bite, she uselessly wiped her fingers on her leg, nose twitching in a rapid movement that to most people appeared as a blurring of her features, then look critically at her friend, Pietro.
“You look exhausted. Not been sleeping either?” she asked, already sure she knew the answer as it was likely the same as her own would be. No.
Quicksilver - September 2, 2010 04:25 AM (GMT)
The sight of the car that came towards him slowly raised his hackles. After all, this was not simply the abandoned amusement park that it appeared to be. It was the New York Cell of a loosely organized terrorist organization, and he was, for all intents and purposes, a criminal. Quicksilver, who was dressed in dark slacks and a grey work shirt, was grateful he had forgone his uniform for his restless evening, but he very soon realized it wouldn't matter because the woman who exited the car shifted her appearance in a way and to a form that would announce her identity as much as a fanfare of trumpets might. "QuickSilver... I presume?"
Pietro nodded his white haired head in an almost courtly bow, "Mystique," he greeted, "Welcome back, I'm sure my father, were he around, would welcome you with open arms, however as it stands, he has vanished, and we stand at a precipice whether or not my cohorts choose to believe it. If you have come to help hold us together, you are welcomed by me, if you have come to destroy us, there is no place for you here. I have heard enough of you from my father to know that either possibility is likely."
The rumble of enormous footsteps announced the arrive of Cain Marko, just as the wind and the fire broadcast Spitfire's. Juggernaut flirted awkwardly with the blue hued villainess, but Jac turned her attentions to Pietro which was strangely... comforting... He was a man who was accustomed to being coddled and sheltered by first his mother, than his sister... He often felt very lonely here at the Murderworld.
He brushed a tired hand over his rumpled white hair at Jac's question and said, "I should rest while my father suffers God knows what?" His words came out far too snappish and he made an impatient wave of his hand, "I am all right, Spitfire. An hour here and there does me well enough. You, however... should I ask what this is that covers you? I worry that you are pushing towards things you cannot take back."
Raven Darkholme - September 2, 2010 05:28 AM (GMT)
Her mouth opened slightly, readying herself to speak in return to Pietro, when hulking being erupted, as there was no other words to describe an entrance made by Cain. Her head cast momentarily lowly as she regarded Cain. "Indeed it has been awhile, Cain. You're still as... Cain-y as I remember." Full lips curved into a smirk, before she turned her attention back to Pietro, and then another person came. "Ah-ha. Ha.. Really. Hilarious." She pursed her lips into a firm line and swiftly disregarded the other female.
As Pietro spoke of his father, her heart felt as if it were being crushed between two boulders. Emotion wet her eyes, though no tears fell. No one had ever, and no one would ever see her cry; but she had, hard and long for the disappearance, no, the kidnapping of her beloved Magneto. She swallowed the heavy lump that formed in the back of her throat. "I'd like to think he would welcome me back. He's a strong man. He will return. He will defeat whomever has him." She nodded her head firmly.
"I have come back.. Come to help hold us together as a unit. If we aren't a whole, then we are like them.. the homosapiens who pass through life with no sense of self, no sense of unity. We are homosuperior. We are better than a dusting of us here, there and everywhere. I'm so tired of living like that. Which is why I am back. Her gaze travelled upon Cain And Jac, before looking back towards Pietro. "You are not alone in this. We all lo-- care for your father. He is our leader. He joined us all together, banded us together when we were simply scattered in the wind."
Her gaze shifted upon Jac again, and her lips formed a smirk once more. "You live up to your name, Spitfire. I can see we'll either hate each other or... we won't. Let's home for your sake it's the latter." She scanned the woman salaciously for a moment, her lips curved sensually and she nodded. "Sweat and blood are becoming of any woman. Especially a blonde." With that, her gaze shifted back towards Cain. "What have you been getting yourself into then?" A question similarly asked by Jac. Yellow hues shifted upon the woman once more and shifted her chin upwards, in an upwards nod.
The question posed by Jac had not gone unnoticed, and Raven's gaze hugged the woman once more, and then upon Pietro to await his answer. "I can't sleep either." She whispered softly.
Cain Marko - September 2, 2010 08:31 AM (GMT)
Cain had to admit, those Speedsters were somethin to see; they just seemed to pop up out of nowhere, Spitfire was unique though. The girl was no Quicksilver, but she was still fast as hell, and she even had a nifty flame trail that followed her wherever she went. If being a mutant terrorist didn't work out, she could always take up special effects; he laughed at the thought of her being a hit at kid's parties. He'd always liked the girl, not many people could get him to like them, but it was her personality, powers, the whole package. So it wasn't out of the ordinary for him to laugh at her jokes and add onto them. "Yeah, his hair memorizes the fairer sex and always stays perfectly styled no matter what, and he can stare down anybody...anywhere...anytime." When the pretty little blond asked where he'd been, he didn't really have a good or definite answer since he'd literally been all over the country since he left.
He just shrugged his shoulder and laughed a bit; "Had ta do a little soul searching Jaquie....of course I didn't find much, but it had ta be done. He hadn't noticed it till then, but she was covered, literally covered in blood. Most people wouldn't recognize the stench, but when you'd spilled as much of the red stuff as Cain had, that copper was all it took to recognize.
"You an me gotta talk later on Jacquie....tell me what exactly that lucky stiff did to deserve your unique brand a punishment;" his crude brand of humor and meaning were evident when he swiped one finger against her and it came away coated in the gooey ichor that fueled everyone's life. Then his head turned to Raven; "That's right, don't expect me ta change anytime soon, and I'll expect the same a you." He didn't say it out loud, but he tensed a bit at the thought of her betraying him; he relaxed though when she affirmed that she'd come there not to cause trouble, but to help out. Finally he took a glance at everyone gathered, and it seemed like sleep had been eluding all of them for some time.
Gambit - September 2, 2010 05:38 PM (GMT)
“So dat's how you attract all de ladies, huh? Welcome back,” Remy said as he stepped softly into the light, his crimson eyes glowing faintly as did the tip of his cigarette butt. He let a mouthful of smoke roll out one corner of his mouth as his eyes bounced from the hulking figure of Juggernaut, to Mystique, Quicksilver, and then lastly to Jac.
Though they had kept their distance, Gambit and Quicksilver had something in common – they had both betrayed X-Factor by leaving them and joining the Brotherhood. One would think that normally such a commonality would forge some kind of bond between two men, but it obviously wasn't the case with him and Pietro. Despite being in the Brotherhood, Quicksilver didn't really seem to try to be a member. He did as he was told and threw every bit of himself in any task he was given... anyone could see that, but Pietro's antisocial tendencies seemed to make it as difficult to make friends in the Brotherhood as it was in X-Factor. He really hadn't inherited his father's gift of making friends and influencing people. Remy himself had made very few friends despite his many proofs of loyalty to the Brotherhood, so it was a little unfortunate that neither of them had bothered to reach out to the other.
Perhaps seeing the two of them getting friendly with each other would have raised needless suspicions that they weren't all they appeared to be. It was another reason Gambit hadn't really approached the man on his own. He'd worked to hard to carve out the little trust he had owned.
“Hey Mystique,” he said, hitching the rucksack he had slung over his shoulder into a more secure position. “Good to see you again.”
He looked pointedly at Jac... he'd been gone three or four days, so coming back to see the young woman in her current state was a bit of a shock. Jac was a good girl, and Remy didn't like to see her taking on some of the more brutal services the Brotherhood required. Still... she'd obviously chosen her allegiances, and while Gambit didn't approve, he wasn't about to preach at her. “You need a bath, chere.”
He gave the rest of them another look, “Don't anybody sleep 'round here?”
Spitfire - September 2, 2010 07:04 PM (GMT)
Despite the fact he was not exactly forthcoming or the warmest person in the world, Jac considered Pietro to be something of a friend or as close to a friend as you could have in the Brotherhood. You didn’t exactly enlist in the mutant terrorist organisation to see new sites and meet new people. She rolled her blue eyes a little as he brushed off her question about sleep and instead turned his attention to her appearance and she gave him something of a nervous grin, shrugging a little.
“I think it’s a little late to worry about that. I’ve been up to my neck in it since my unintentional recruitment last year and been…well. I’ll tell you about it another time,” she gestured with her hand too quickly and she blurred faintly. It was getting very hard to look at Pietro and not think about Tommy. Her stomach dipped a little as she thought about her fellow speedster; it was hard, living such different lives and she often wondered when she’d next get to see him.
Mystique almost let loose an interesting Freudian slip – half the stuff the woman came out with could have been in a Freud book though – and then turned her yellow eyed attention to her and Jac had to snort. Such a common misconception…
“Well, I’m not sure how one lives up to a Second World War Allied fighter plane, which is from where I take my name, but I’ll take it as a compliment all the same,” she returned with a grin and inwardly shuddered at the blood and sweat being becoming comment…On blondes. For a fleeting moment, she wondered if Tommy would mind if she dyed her hair, then wondered why she was wondering if he’d mind if she did anything to her hair. Oh god. Next she’d be wondering if her uniform should…No, no. Thinking about coordination was way too serious for her mind at that moment in time, especially with blood sliming its way down the nape of her neck.
Cain was a welcome distraction. He was sort of like the cool older relative around the place, who had given her swigs of whiskey and leg ups on missions, watching her back and generally tolerating her being around in a rather amiable way, which was a refreshing change as so many people lost their patience with her. “I’ll tell you about it tomorrow. I need to wash all this off then I have some other stuff to do…Then you can tell me what you’ve been doing, deal?”
Spitfire made a mental list of what she had to do, which mainly involved curling up and dying in a corner or a scalding bath and then burning her clothes….Food. Food would be good. After she stopped feeling sick, as she didn’t really want to puke her guts out right after eating as that was never pleasant. Ugh. Her nails scratched at her hand, picking at the blood on them and she whipped her head around to see Remy approaching and gave him something of a nervous grin.
“Hey, Remy…And yes, yes I know I need a bath. I need a very hot bath…” she said as she took a step closer to the Cajun thief, intending for her last words to be only audible to him. If she was going to start falling to pieces, he’d be the wisest person to do it in front of out of this crowd. It was getting crowded out there...
Quicksilver - September 3, 2010 01:58 AM (GMT)
Mystique proclaimed that she was here to help and how Magneto had brought them all together. Pietro felt again that stab of bitterness in his chest, that made him feel ashamed and confused. Why did they all cluster around his father, these criminals and convicts, why did he offer them him respect and his generosity, when Pietro, his own flesh and blood, his only son, his heir apparent who wore his face not just his standard... why did Magneto offer him nothing but the back of his hand? Yet, at this moment, in this place, Pietro felt fear for his father lost in whatever it was that took him, and shame that part of him wanted him to stay lost. He felt... as confused and conflicted as he had been as a child, when nothing in the world made sense except for his sister, and the love she had for him.
He did not even have that anymore. He had nothing but duty. Nothing but desperation. Nothing but confusion.
That was why he did not sleep, because his head hurt, his heart hurt, and he was not a man who was able to look deep enough into his emotional health to be able to sort out such confusion.
Gambit joined them, and joined the growing list of those who could not sleep. Pietro knew even less how to feel about the cajun, remembering his time on X-Factor, not understanding entirely why he left. He suggested Spitfire bathe off the blood and Pietro, watching the girl, noticed her strange look to him and he frowned, stepping away from the group. "I..." he said, "I think perhaps this should be taken inside. A group as large as this will attract attention, especially considering that more than one here are obvious mutants."
Lowering his head, forced to think of what he did not want to think of, Pietro turned on his heel and headed for the main buildings. He didn't care if anyone followed.
Raven Darkholme - September 3, 2010 08:30 PM (GMT)
The pale pink slither of her tongue danced across her full lips as she glanced from one person to the next. Her lips curved into a wicked smirk as she heard Cain. "But of course, Cain. However I always change." She cleared her throat, as her right index finger reached up and pressed against her temple. "This, however, never does."
Another person joined them, a familiar face in the crowd as it were. Her head bobbed lowly in regard to Gambit. "Remy." She turned her head to the right, kissed the air, then turned her head to the left and kissed the air, mimicking kissing each side of his face.
His regard for Spitfire was noted, though she said nothing, until he mentioned the sleeping issues. She shook her head, "No, with Magneto gone, I, personally am feeling on edge. My skin prickles. I know somethings happening to him, but I can't do anything." She narrowed her eyes slightly. "I hate this feeling. I wonder if that's how the 'sapiens feel. Helpless."
And she did. She felt so incredibly helpless. She felt trapped, stagnant, alone.
And the Jac was speaking to her. "Back a couple or so decades, Spitfire also meant someone with spunk, sass, attitude." She pressed her lips flatly, and her eyes danced down her form another moment, before she flicked her gaze back towards Pietro.
The pain of a maternal bond feeling immediately welled within her. She felt something for the offspring of Magneto, and she didn't exactly like the feeling. She nodded. She didn't feel comfortable in a different, more human guise.
She nodded lightly. "Yes, we should go inside." She murmured in agreement, before she followed after Pietro, she tiptoed lightly along the passage into the hallway feeling the difference between muggy night, and the immediate pressure of air conditioning blowing through against her naked flesh..
"He'll be fine... He will." She whispered to Pietro. He has to be. This last bit, she thought to herself.
Cain Marko - September 7, 2010 01:49 AM (GMT)
"Heh, what can I say Cajun, I got the touch." He'd never had a problem with Gambit, which was rare as he had problems with most everybody. In fact, he saw something of a kindred spirit in Remy; as they'd both had troubled pasts, along with other similarities. Turning his attention to Spitfire, he nodded when she agreed to tell him of her adventures in the morning, on the grounds that he told her his. "Sounds like a deal kid, but if yer gonna wash it off, I suggest you hurry. Once the red sticky stuff dries up on you....it's hell to get off, trust me."
Spitfire was always cool in Cain's book, she was someone he could get along with and relate too; she was also someone who treated him like a person, not some guy who would squash her flat, or a dumbass. That got her a lot of brownie points....and the fact that she left a flame trail helped too. Looking back to Mystique, he nodded and smiled; she was some kinda woman alright. During her conversation with Pietro, the silver-haired mutant decided that they would draw a crowd just standing out in the open like that, and he was right. So when he suggested they head inside, Cain didn't argue, he just followed the others and closed the doors behind them.
(Sorry about the quality, I'm still getting back into my groove.)
Gambit - September 9, 2010 01:03 AM (GMT)
Remy gave the speedster a confident wink as he pulled the remainder of the cigarette from between his lips and flicked it to the side, following the others back to the abandoned funhouse. She'd never actually admitted it, but Jac had a conscience, and some of the things that were required of her seemed to bother it. Sometimes he wondered what the hell she was even doing here... she didn't seem the type to him. But then... some people were just harder to figure out than others.
“Was thinkin de same thing, mon ami,” he said quietly to Quicksilver as he followed the Acolyte's steps. “Thought y'all were about to start a campfire and tell ghost stories standin out there like dat. Gotta get this to Razorback as soon as possible anyway,” he continued, indicating the bag he had with him, “Somethin I acquired for that machine he's workin on for Ame's powers. Had to go to Switzerland to get it. I brought back chocolate.”
“You came back just in time, Mystique. We 'bout to go an' see if we can get de bossman back from the big bad wolf.” He was relatively low on the totem pole, so he had no idea where Mystique had been or what she'd been doing. He didn't know her all that well, but he was pretty sure the last thing the shapeshifter would do would be to leave Magneto's side. For all he knew, she'd been sent on some top secret covert op, only to come back and find her master and commander whisked away by an otherworldly monster who seemed to slowly be rotting away the entire planet. More and more people were going insane, and he had picked up stories in his travels of strange sights popping up out of nowhere.
He wondered what would happen to the Brotherhood if Magneto never returned. Would it be run by the Acolytes? Could Magneto's lieutenants provide a united front to keep up the work that their leader had begun? Would their be a new Magneto? What would happen to Sanctuary? All questions above his pay grade, but ones that bothered him.
Spitfire - September 9, 2010 11:06 PM (GMT)
A faint night wind ruffled her hair, sticky strands flying into her eyes and she gave Cain something of a rueful smile. “I know…Thankfully I move fast,” she nodded, now wishing that she hadn’t run into such a relatively large crowd while soaked in fluids. “Later then. After I have a power hose turned on me, have something to eat and probably have to run to Argentina or something like that…” she trailed off slightly, feeling no further explanation was required. When you were a speedster, it was sort of a given that you’d often be trekking off to destinations all over to a range of tasks. Speed powers were useful like that.
Swivelling her head slightly, she blinked at Mystique’s actions. Wait, what? Did she – snickering the young woman took a few steps closer to Remy and looked up at the Cajun, an amused look painted across her sharp features. “Hah. Someone else looks in need of a bath now. And chocolate? You’ve got chocolate?” her blue eyes widened a little hopefully at the idea of lots of cocoa and sugar in one handy bar. Oh, the Swiss knew how to make chocolate alright and for a moment, she forgot her current state. Her eyes darted back to Mystique however on her words and the blonde sighed inwardly. Her senses were telling her she should respect the woman, but her problematic side was needling her into saying things she probably shouldn’t.
“Uh. Yeah. I know. But I’m named after the plane, not the personality traits that -” she said, deliberately curbing the speed in her voice that came naturally to get the point across. “Y’know, never mind,” she waved her hand slightly, doubting that the blue skinned shapeshifter even cared that much if she hadn’t listened in the first place. It was still weird seeing her back after so long and surprising that she had even been gone for so long in the first place. But, wasn’t her place to question, no sir.
Glancing over her shoulder, she followed the rest of the group indoors, tagging along behind Remy, so that she didn’t have to look at Pietro and think about how much he reminded her of Tommy. The older speedster was her friend, but since her relationship with Speed had sparked up, it had started to feel awkward around Quicksilver, as it was something she felt she couldn’t just come out with, else she face some serious repercussions…It kept her awake at night, but she cared about her fellow speedster and she wanted to see where this was going to go with him. One day she would have to talk to Pietro, but just not yet.