[ Erik last remembers leaving the X-Manor after having helping rebuilt it, and starting over with newfound freedom and political influence. Nothing as extreme as before; after all, he had "officially" participated in efforts to save the Earth, which came with some uncomfortably undeserved respect. There was a girl who had found him-- somehow, suddenly it was very difficult to stay anonymous and hidden-- chased him down and asked for his assistance.
Gently, he tried to sway her towards the school, where she would be among her peers, and even offered to buy her transportation and call the headmaster. But that was the problem, she had protested: she couldn't be around anyone, and she needed help with her powers. He'd tried to calm her down, get her to step inside from the cold so he could call Charles for advice, touched her on the shoulder and--
--There was a flash of bright light, and he woke up on pavement nowhere near where he had been. For one, he was in a parking lot, and there were people starting to gather around and asking if he was alright, told him he'd just showed up out of nowhere and collapsed, asked if he needed an ambulance, if he knew his name, if he knew where he was. ]
Yes, I'm fine. No, I don't need an ambulance. I can stand up, it's fine.
[It hadn't been long since the Cure had worn off, the ghastly experience of being trapped in pale, weak, unchanging skin a nightmare that she had thought would never end. But against all hope it had, the lumps on her skin the first clue, followed by others pointing to the return of her talents.
Now that her powers had returned in full there was much to be done, assets to be managed after her enforced neglect of them, business to be settled, not least the little matter of exacting her revenge on all those who had concocted the Cure, and last but by no means least avenging that one tearing betrayal that had torn her heart in two. Sooner or later she would find Erik Lehnsherr and end him, it was as simple as that.
A commotion on the sidewalk ahead caught her eye, trained as it was to assess every element of her surroundings, and as she pushed around the edge of the onlookers she cast a casual glance at the rising figure, stopping dead as if struck by Storm's lightning.
There was no mistaking that face, how could she not when she knew it so well, every feature every pore intimately familiar to her. But the man it belonged to hadn't been so youthful in over twenty years, it was impossible yet there he was. What was this? An illusion, some kind of trap? Time travel? The non-descript secretary she was disguised as glanced around, her gaze piercing as she looked for any signs of suspicious behaviour.
But there was nothing, even in Magneto's body language to suggest anything off, just a curious crowd and a slightly disorientated man. Puzzled Mystique might be, but this was an opportunity she needed to seize, but how to get him to follow her? Knowing Erik Lehnsherr a figure of authority would only repel him, but perhaps there was another face that might be more compelling... The change was so fast that none of the onlookers even notice, and she moves over to a position where she has a clear view through the bystanders, a very familiar face peering at Erik from the back of the crowd. If the sight of it causes him pain then it's nothing he doesn't deserve.]
[ Erik doesn't notice Mystique-the-secretary's stare if only because the reactions of the crowd aren't much different, but of course as he tries to weave his way through, he catches a glimpse of long brown hair that's so familiar to him. He stands still as if someone has plucked his heart like a harpstring but has yet to let it go.
Not too gently, he pushes some of the onlookers aside. ]
--Kochana, czy to jest sen?
[ One of them in the background assumes he's speaking gibberish now, and loudly insists on calling the ambulance anyway against his will, but a few of them stop and insist he knows the woman-- some of the others in the far back start to disperse as there's nothing to see and he seems in good hands, but there are a few who are still concerned and even more who are rubberneckers who are persistent. ]
[She's moving the moment he spots her, walking away at a brisk pace to maintain the distance between them, looking back only when he speaks, pausing with a sad wistful smile on those stolen features.]
Śledzić
[Says Magda softly, her voice and accent exactly the same as he'd remember, her (old fashioned now) coat flapping slightly in the wind, carrying a familiar perfume. There's longing in her eyes as she looks at Erik, the slightest hint of tears welling in those sad blue orbs before she abruptly turns away and vanishes around a corner. When he rounds it, if he follows, he might just see the last of that coat disappearing into a nearby alley.]
[ He follows along anyway, though he knows that he should probably think about this a little longer, but it must be a dream. There's no other explanation for it, and of course he's always followed Magda in his sleep, the only place he ever sees her anymore.
He reaches for her, just out of reach, and turns into the alley ]
[The alley is empty seemingly, littered with various bits of detritus, with no clue that anyone has passed through recently. But someone is there, watching Erik intently, and as he passes, a figure seemingly appears out of nowhere, plastic drainpipe swinging hard for his head as camouflage dissolves in a ripple of blue scales.
She doesn't want to kill, only knock unconscious so that they can continue this conversation somewhere more private and where they're surrounded by a little less metal.]
[ Senator Kelly just passed away on the laboratory table in Westchester. Yet he was seen in the TV not much later. Charles was sure that if he had told the other X-men they would have told him not to go meet this new Senator.
That's why he didn't say a word to them and instead took the car out on his own. (And well, yes a driver.) The senator lived comfortably as well and there was plenty of room to leave the car and take out his chair.
Some fifteen minutes later he was escorted to the senator's office. The staff found it hard to refuse him, after all. Such good manners. ]
Good evening, [ he said as he rolled in, a patient smile plastered across his lips. ] I hope I didn't time my visit in an inconvenient time.
Pushing aside yet another paper that required his signature, Senator Robert Kelly, or at least a person who was identical to him down to the last cell glanced up from his desk as the door opened, his posture tensing so slightly it was barely noticeable as the new arrival wheeled his way in.
All of a sudden he's thinking intently, of that meeting with Senator Brickman earlier in the day, the legislative amendments to Section 32 of the Franklin-Peters Bill and other tedious minutiae, just an ordinary Senator at work.
Smiling a smooth politician's smile, Robert Kelly rose to his feet, extending a hand to the new arrival and shooting a quizzical look at his assistant, asking silently who this man was and what he was doing here.
"You'll excuse me but I don't believe I had the pleasure mister...?"
"Oh, I believe we have." Charles said pleasantly and offered his hand in greeting, a warm squeeze that was coupled with a his calm smile.
He was bluffing to an extent. He had after all met the senator before, a few days ago in fact, in his own laboratory where the man had died. And there was a distinct possibility that he had met the exquisite creature that now stood in front of him as well.
"But if you insist, we can have our discussion without meandering introductions."
He gave the assistant a brief nod and the man walked out of the office and closed the door behind him.
They certainly had met before, although there isn't the slightest hint of recognition in the Senator's gaze, his brow creasing as he wondered where he'd met this man before, flipping through thoughts and memories clearly in his head. Congressman Reynolds' fundraiser last week? Judge Kennedy's retirement party? He didn't recall meeting a man in a wheelchair at any of them, but then he had had a little bit too much to drink at that last one.
"Ah, my apologies, it's been a very busy couple of months."
Leaning forward to give the wheelchair bound man the exact same handshake he had given to so many others over the years, he gestured toward his visitor with an open palm as he always did to invite him to start his story. "Yes, let's get down to business, I'm afraid my diary is crowded and my time is always circumscribed, but if I can help you than I will."
Xavier knew, that much was obvious to her from the moment he'd appeared, but that didn't stop the woman in Kelly's skin from trying push her skills, weaving a web of deceit that might even give the world's strongest telepath pause in his certainty.
If the senator hadn't passed away on his table, Charles would have given a pause and reconsidered. But there were too many facts too well aligned here. The senator who had melted away and the fact that this senator was a very slippery one to pin down. Kelly's mind wasn't like any other he'd met before. Had he been who he claimed to be Charles wouldn't have had any problem diving in deep and spreading the man open in front of him, learning every secret he had to offer.
But that seemed to be downright impossible. He could gleam off surface thoughts, he could assert his will, he wagered, if he wanted. But prying open this one wasn't as effortless as it should have been, quite possibly impossible. That didn't happen to Charles. No doubt it was a fantastic forgery but this person - whoever they might be - wasn't a telepath. Only a handful of people in his experience had capabilities like this, brain functions, physical mutations that made it hard for him to assert his powers. And he remembered every last one them for their rarity.
"I won't take a lot of your time," he promised with a wry smile. "Just enough to tell you that I have my eyes on you and you would do well not to forget that. Whatever you have planned for the future, I would caution you not to take it too far. For our joint interests, I will not make a number out of the fact that Senator Kelly died just a couple of days ago at my care, no doubt because of something you, or your associates did."
Ah well it had been worth a try, the simulation of Kelly's thoughts vanished abruptly, the Senator's smile turning sly in a way that didn't quite look right on the muscles of his face.
Leaning over, the Senator pulled the power cord from his desktop-webcams were all too easy to hack (the Mansion's for example being a case in point) and just in case anyone was listening this was not a conversation that should be overheard.
"Was that a threat Professor?" He asked silkily, blue eyes flashing a poisonous glowing yellow behind his glasses. "I thought you were above such things."
[She was just a speaker at congress but now that Senator Kelly has 'changed' his stance, it meant Jean Grey had a good reason to see him.
She doesn't do it through the proper channels. Her name is known. She'd be facing political red tape the size of the Earth. So, instead, she decides to do the more stalkery option.
She hides out near the route the senator takes. Then once he emerges from the building, walks right up to him with a small stack of reports with the title mutant rights in bright blue covering. She smiles warmly but it's evident she's not taking no for an answer when she says: ]
We need to talk.
[Because if Charles isn't going to do anything about it, she will. Her telekinesis is also helpfully making it difficult for the senator's bodyguards to unholster their guns for some reason.]
Meetings, meetings, endless meetings. Luckily having spent the better part of a year playing the part of Kelly's loyal Chief of Staff Mystique had known exactly what was entailed when she needed to slip into the Senator's life, so much so that not even his own wife had realised anything had happened.
Walking down the steps, it doesn't take her long to spot the familiar woman approaching, and hadn't this day just got more interesting?
It's alright, [Kelly waves to his bodyguards to stand down,] I don't expect Miss Grey means me any harm do you?
[There's the faintest hint of a smirk on the Senator's lips as he speaks, almost as if he's daring Jean to make a scene.]
I didn't say you would, you are after all a woman of peace.
[There's just the faintest hint of a sneer in his voice, not enough for the bodyguards to catch but more than enough for the other woman to pick up on.]
Of course, if you'll follow me.
[He gestures toward the park across the road, open in places but with some tall yew hedges to cover a getaway if needed.]
[There's a brief moment where she presses her lips together and ducks her head, taking that time to suppress her own emotions. This isn't about her. She's here to stop the Brotherhood. She has to focus.]
Of course.
[She smiles brightly. The kind of smile that would charm most everyone. She follows, only giving a glance behind them to make sure the bodyguards aren't following.]
Situated ten miles outside Westchester New York, Smokey Joe's was a dive by any stretch of the imagination, a place that truckers liked to stop off at to enjoy the powerful house brew. Being a week day, the place is unusually quiet, which is perhaps what has drawn her target here
Heels click-clicking against the dirty wooden floor a woman enters, her too-tight dress and cheap clothes indicating her profession. Looking at the empty room she hesitates, then makes her way toward the handsome X-Man stranger drinking at the bar.
"Hey, this seat taken?" There are plenty of other empty stools, but it seems that the tall, really quite stunning blonde, has set her mind on taking the stool right next to Scott's.
There are no two ways about it, no more elegant phrasing to use: Scott's hurting, grieving, and depressed. He's not handling Jean's death well, at all.
If he was, he wouldn't be in a run down bar, with his bike outside, drinking cheap(ish) alcohol. Hell, he wouldn't even be wearing ratty old jeans and a t-shirt with his leather jacket.
He takes a second or two to realize the woman is talking to him, turns toward her with a crease just visible between his eyebrows. His glasses hide a lot of expression, but for the moment he's mostly confused. He's not someone who usually gets targeted for that kind of pick-up.
Then again, he's not normally someone who'd be here and about halfway to drunk.
Another second or two and he shrugs. "Help yourself. I'll even buy you a drink." It's polite.
The signs of grief weren't hard to spot, the glasses make it a little harder to read him, but she can see the tension in his shoulders, the five-o'clock shadow on his cheek speaking of his grief.
"That's very kind of you." She purrs with a seductive smile, and as she slides onto her stool she stumbles slightly, artfully, putting out a hand to steady herself on the closest thing, which happens to be Scott's thigh.
When she steadies herself her hand stays, a test to gauge Summers receptiveness to her planned advances.
Silent footsteps carry Mystique through the metal lined corridors of the Brotherhood's base. At just after midnight the hallways are quiet and mostly dark, lit only by dappled moonlight from various grilles that opened onto the sky or through the island's cliff wall. To her sleep had always been a luxury, at first because she had been unable to hold a form when resting and later because she had learned to adjust her brain chemistry to stave off tiredness and it had become surplus to her needs. Her mind still occupied with her next task, the thought of the new recruit had suddenly come to mind.
Pyro. A potentially very useful gift, but doubtless polluted by that bald fool's teachings. That thought had brought a plan to mind, and so, heedless of the time she made her way to the young man's room.
Stopping at the threshold, her body blending in with the shadows save for the twin glow of her yellow eyes, like lamps in the dark, she looked over him for a moment, evaluating his slumbering form before pursing her lips and letting out a high-pitched whistle.
It wasn't loud enough to wake him instantly, instead it would trigger a danger response in his brain, encouraging him to wake. How long would it take though? That depended on Pyro's alertness, a lesson imparted even while he was still sleeping.
It has only been a few days since John joined the Brotherhood. It's not a tough adjustment. He can adjust into most anything so when he was given a room, he accepted it. When he was given food to eat, he did the same. There are far fewer things he's not accustomed to so this is just another Tuesday for him, if anything.
The room he was given is sparse, a little of a downgrade from the one he had in the Institute, but he'll deal. He always does. So when he fell asleep that night, he didn't expect to be jolted awake by some foreign sound in his head. It promptly triggers him to sit up, his blanket pooling down his waist, exposing his shirtless state. Sometimes, John likes sleeping without a shirt on and this is one of those nights.
Immediately spotting Mystique standing in his room, though, makes John frown. "What the hell is this, boss lady?" He barks even if Mystique's silhouette does stir sensations within him.
It wasn't long before John woke, which is a point in his favour. She'd expect a faster response, but to begin with not bad. Definite potential.
He has her undivided attention as he wakes, watching and memorising every single movement, every inflection is his voice, the way the muscles of his bare chest move, her own face entirely impassive as she met his gaze evenly, letting her silence stretch before finally replying.
"Training." She answered simply, echoing voice devoid of any discernible emotion, adding after a moment. "Get dressed." Having said that she made no move to give him any privacy, remaining in the doorway, standing almost unnaturally still, her eyes fixed unblinkingly on John.
Get dressed, she says, but what is she doing still standing in his room? John scoffs, rubbing some sleep from his eyes, as he begins to get dressed. Who even does training in the middle of the night? He's beginning to sort of regret his decision now. At least, the Institute only holds early morning classes.
It doesn't escape John's attention that Mystique will be seeing him in his underwear as he removes his sleeping trousers. It's white and a bit tight on him, accentuating both his ass and his crotch well. He furtively glances at the boss lady then looks away, her silhouette really doing something to him, and it kind of shows with the way his bulge gets bigger.
John pays this no mind, though, as he looks for his clothes, trying to keep his boner down, at least.
Her eyes don't leave him for a second, that impassive, unblinking stare not wavering for a second as he goes about gathering his clothes.
"In war you must be ready for action at any time." She observes, seemingly a casual observation, but directly addressing his disgruntlement at being woken. The x-fools had coddled him long enough.
His growing interest makes her roll her eyes inwardly, still with no outward reaction, although she is distinctly amused.
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Date: 2017-12-31 09:02 pm (UTC)Gently, he tried to sway her towards the school, where she would be among her peers, and even offered to buy her transportation and call the headmaster. But that was the problem, she had protested: she couldn't be around anyone, and she needed help with her powers. He'd tried to calm her down, get her to step inside from the cold so he could call Charles for advice, touched her on the shoulder and--
--There was a flash of bright light, and he woke up on pavement nowhere near where he had been. For one, he was in a parking lot, and there were people starting to gather around and asking if he was alright, told him he'd just showed up out of nowhere and collapsed, asked if he needed an ambulance, if he knew his name, if he knew where he was. ]
Yes, I'm fine. No, I don't need an ambulance. I can stand up, it's fine.
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Date: 2018-01-01 05:50 pm (UTC)Now that her powers had returned in full there was much to be done, assets to be managed after her enforced neglect of them, business to be settled, not least the little matter of exacting her revenge on all those who had concocted the Cure, and last but by no means least avenging that one tearing betrayal that had torn her heart in two. Sooner or later she would find Erik Lehnsherr and end him, it was as simple as that.
A commotion on the sidewalk ahead caught her eye, trained as it was to assess every element of her surroundings, and as she pushed around the edge of the onlookers she cast a casual glance at the rising figure, stopping dead as if struck by Storm's lightning.
There was no mistaking that face, how could she not when she knew it so well, every feature every pore intimately familiar to her. But the man it belonged to hadn't been so youthful in over twenty years, it was impossible yet there he was. What was this? An illusion, some kind of trap? Time travel? The non-descript secretary she was disguised as glanced around, her gaze piercing as she looked for any signs of suspicious behaviour.
But there was nothing, even in Magneto's body language to suggest anything off, just a curious crowd and a slightly disorientated man. Puzzled Mystique might be, but this was an opportunity she needed to seize, but how to get him to follow her? Knowing Erik Lehnsherr a figure of authority would only repel him, but perhaps there was another face that might be more compelling... The change was so fast that none of the onlookers even notice, and she moves over to a position where she has a clear view through the bystanders, a very familiar face peering at Erik from the back of the crowd. If the sight of it causes him pain then it's nothing he doesn't deserve.]
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Date: 2018-01-01 06:26 pm (UTC)Not too gently, he pushes some of the onlookers aside. ]
--Kochana, czy to jest sen?
[ One of them in the background assumes he's speaking gibberish now, and loudly insists on calling the ambulance anyway against his will, but a few of them stop and insist he knows the woman-- some of the others in the far back start to disperse as there's nothing to see and he seems in good hands, but there are a few who are still concerned and even more who are rubberneckers who are persistent. ]
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Date: 2018-01-01 07:21 pm (UTC)[She's moving the moment he spots her, walking away at a brisk pace to maintain the distance between them, looking back only when he speaks, pausing with a sad wistful smile on those stolen features.]
Śledzić
[Says Magda softly, her voice and accent exactly the same as he'd remember, her (old fashioned now) coat flapping slightly in the wind, carrying a familiar perfume. There's longing in her eyes as she looks at Erik, the slightest hint of tears welling in those sad blue orbs before she abruptly turns away and vanishes around a corner. When he rounds it, if he follows, he might just see the last of that coat disappearing into a nearby alley.]
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Date: 2018-01-04 12:51 am (UTC)He reaches for her, just out of reach, and turns into the alley ]
Wait--!
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Date: 2018-01-04 01:59 am (UTC)She doesn't want to kill, only knock unconscious so that they can continue this conversation somewhere more private and where they're surrounded by a little less metal.]
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Date: 2018-01-01 10:47 pm (UTC)That's why he didn't say a word to them and instead took the car out on his own. (And well, yes a driver.) The senator lived comfortably as well and there was plenty of room to leave the car and take out his chair.
Some fifteen minutes later he was escorted to the senator's office. The staff found it hard to refuse him, after all. Such good manners. ]
Good evening, [ he said as he rolled in, a patient smile plastered across his lips. ] I hope I didn't time my visit in an inconvenient time.
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Date: 2018-01-01 11:25 pm (UTC)Pushing aside yet another paper that required his signature, Senator Robert Kelly, or at least a person who was identical to him down to the last cell glanced up from his desk as the door opened, his posture tensing so slightly it was barely noticeable as the new arrival wheeled his way in.
All of a sudden he's thinking intently, of that meeting with Senator Brickman earlier in the day, the legislative amendments to Section 32 of the Franklin-Peters Bill and other tedious minutiae, just an ordinary Senator at work.
Smiling a smooth politician's smile, Robert Kelly rose to his feet, extending a hand to the new arrival and shooting a quizzical look at his assistant, asking silently who this man was and what he was doing here.
"You'll excuse me but I don't believe I had the pleasure mister...?"
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Date: 2018-01-02 02:40 am (UTC)He was bluffing to an extent. He had after all met the senator before, a few days ago in fact, in his own laboratory where the man had died. And there was a distinct possibility that he had met the exquisite creature that now stood in front of him as well.
"But if you insist, we can have our discussion without meandering introductions."
He gave the assistant a brief nod and the man walked out of the office and closed the door behind him.
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Date: 2018-01-02 11:37 am (UTC)They certainly had met before, although there isn't the slightest hint of recognition in the Senator's gaze, his brow creasing as he wondered where he'd met this man before, flipping through thoughts and memories clearly in his head. Congressman Reynolds' fundraiser last week? Judge Kennedy's retirement party? He didn't recall meeting a man in a wheelchair at any of them, but then he had had a little bit too much to drink at that last one.
"Ah, my apologies, it's been a very busy couple of months."
Leaning forward to give the wheelchair bound man the exact same handshake he had given to so many others over the years, he gestured toward his visitor with an open palm as he always did to invite him to start his story. "Yes, let's get down to business, I'm afraid my diary is crowded and my time is always circumscribed, but if I can help you than I will."
Xavier knew, that much was obvious to her from the moment he'd appeared, but that didn't stop the woman in Kelly's skin from trying push her skills, weaving a web of deceit that might even give the world's strongest telepath pause in his certainty.
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Date: 2018-01-02 01:45 pm (UTC)But that seemed to be downright impossible. He could gleam off surface thoughts, he could assert his will, he wagered, if he wanted. But prying open this one wasn't as effortless as it should have been, quite possibly impossible. That didn't happen to Charles. No doubt it was a fantastic forgery but this person - whoever they might be - wasn't a telepath. Only a handful of people in his experience had capabilities like this, brain functions, physical mutations that made it hard for him to assert his powers. And he remembered every last one them for their rarity.
"I won't take a lot of your time," he promised with a wry smile. "Just enough to tell you that I have my eyes on you and you would do well not to forget that. Whatever you have planned for the future, I would caution you not to take it too far. For our joint interests, I will not make a number out of the fact that Senator Kelly died just a couple of days ago at my care, no doubt because of something you, or your associates did."
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Date: 2018-01-02 01:58 pm (UTC)Ah well it had been worth a try, the simulation of Kelly's thoughts vanished abruptly, the Senator's smile turning sly in a way that didn't quite look right on the muscles of his face.
Leaning over, the Senator pulled the power cord from his desktop-webcams were all too easy to hack (the Mansion's for example being a case in point) and just in case anyone was listening this was not a conversation that should be overheard.
"Was that a threat Professor?" He asked silkily, blue eyes flashing a poisonous glowing yellow behind his glasses. "I thought you were above such things."
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Date: 2018-02-17 06:07 pm (UTC)She doesn't do it through the proper channels. Her name is known. She'd be facing political red tape the size of the Earth. So, instead, she decides to do the more stalkery option.
She hides out near the route the senator takes. Then once he emerges from the building, walks right up to him with a small stack of reports with the title mutant rights in bright blue covering. She smiles warmly but it's evident she's not taking no for an answer when she says: ]
We need to talk.
[Because if Charles isn't going to do anything about it, she will. Her telekinesis is also helpfully making it difficult for the senator's bodyguards to unholster their guns for some reason.]
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Date: 2018-02-17 06:31 pm (UTC)Meetings, meetings, endless meetings. Luckily having spent the better part of a year playing the part of Kelly's loyal Chief of Staff Mystique had known exactly what was entailed when she needed to slip into the Senator's life, so much so that not even his own wife had realised anything had happened.
Walking down the steps, it doesn't take her long to spot the familiar woman approaching, and hadn't this day just got more interesting?
It's alright, [Kelly waves to his bodyguards to stand down,] I don't expect Miss Grey means me any harm do you?
[There's the faintest hint of a smirk on the Senator's lips as he speaks, almost as if he's daring Jean to make a scene.]
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Date: 2018-02-20 02:14 pm (UTC)Why would I do a thing like that, Senator?
[She asks, innocently.]
Is there a place we can talk in private?
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Date: 2018-02-27 12:32 pm (UTC)I didn't say you would, you are after all a woman of peace.
[There's just the faintest hint of a sneer in his voice, not enough for the bodyguards to catch but more than enough for the
otherwoman to pick up on.]Of course, if you'll follow me.
[He gestures toward the park across the road, open in places but with some tall yew hedges to cover a getaway if needed.]
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Date: 2018-03-02 03:00 pm (UTC)Of course.
[She smiles brightly. The kind of smile that would charm most everyone. She follows, only giving a glance behind them to make sure the bodyguards aren't following.]
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Date: 2018-03-17 07:27 pm (UTC)Heels click-clicking against the dirty wooden floor a woman enters, her too-tight dress and cheap clothes indicating her profession. Looking at the empty room she hesitates, then makes her way toward the handsome
X-Manstranger drinking at the bar."Hey, this seat taken?" There are plenty of other empty stools, but it seems that the tall, really quite stunning blonde, has set her mind on taking the stool right next to Scott's.
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Date: 2018-03-17 08:13 pm (UTC)If he was, he wouldn't be in a run down bar, with his bike outside, drinking cheap(ish) alcohol. Hell, he wouldn't even be wearing ratty old jeans and a t-shirt with his leather jacket.
He takes a second or two to realize the woman is talking to him, turns toward her with a crease just visible between his eyebrows. His glasses hide a lot of expression, but for the moment he's mostly confused. He's not someone who usually gets targeted for that kind of pick-up.
Then again, he's not normally someone who'd be here and about halfway to drunk.
Another second or two and he shrugs. "Help yourself. I'll even buy you a drink." It's polite.
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Date: 2018-03-17 11:14 pm (UTC)"That's very kind of you." She purrs with a seductive smile, and as she slides onto her stool she stumbles slightly, artfully, putting out a hand to steady herself on the closest thing, which happens to be Scott's thigh.
When she steadies herself her hand stays, a test to gauge Summers receptiveness to her planned advances.
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Date: 2024-05-27 08:21 pm (UTC)Pyro. A potentially very useful gift, but doubtless polluted by that bald fool's teachings. That thought had brought a plan to mind, and so, heedless of the time she made her way to the young man's room.
Stopping at the threshold, her body blending in with the shadows save for the twin glow of her yellow eyes, like lamps in the dark, she looked over him for a moment, evaluating his slumbering form before pursing her lips and letting out a high-pitched whistle.
It wasn't loud enough to wake him instantly, instead it would trigger a danger response in his brain, encouraging him to wake. How long would it take though? That depended on Pyro's alertness, a lesson imparted even while he was still sleeping.
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Date: 2024-05-27 10:51 pm (UTC)The room he was given is sparse, a little of a downgrade from the one he had in the Institute, but he'll deal. He always does. So when he fell asleep that night, he didn't expect to be jolted awake by some foreign sound in his head. It promptly triggers him to sit up, his blanket pooling down his waist, exposing his shirtless state. Sometimes, John likes sleeping without a shirt on and this is one of those nights.
Immediately spotting Mystique standing in his room, though, makes John frown. "What the hell is this, boss lady?" He barks even if Mystique's silhouette does stir sensations within him.
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Date: 2024-05-28 12:49 am (UTC)He has her undivided attention as he wakes, watching and memorising every single movement, every inflection is his voice, the way the muscles of his bare chest move, her own face entirely impassive as she met his gaze evenly, letting her silence stretch before finally replying.
"Training." She answered simply, echoing voice devoid of any discernible emotion, adding after a moment. "Get dressed." Having said that she made no move to give him any privacy, remaining in the doorway, standing almost unnaturally still, her eyes fixed unblinkingly on John.
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Date: 2024-05-28 01:22 am (UTC)It doesn't escape John's attention that Mystique will be seeing him in his underwear as he removes his sleeping trousers. It's white and a bit tight on him, accentuating both his ass and his crotch well. He furtively glances at the boss lady then looks away, her silhouette really doing something to him, and it kind of shows with the way his bulge gets bigger.
John pays this no mind, though, as he looks for his clothes, trying to keep his boner down, at least.
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Date: 2024-05-28 01:48 am (UTC)"In war you must be ready for action at any time." She observes, seemingly a casual observation, but directly addressing his disgruntlement at being woken. The x-fools had coddled him long enough.
His growing interest makes her roll her eyes inwardly, still with no outward reaction, although she is distinctly amused.
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