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Post by Magneto on Jul 8, 2010 23:08:26 GMT -5
Sitting in the dark was Erik. After all this time. All these years. The world changed enough to form his decision. One final push and he was prepared to break off his 'partnership'. After meeting with Charles, learning the 'truth' of this Rampage. Knowing that Homosapiens formed it, desired to use it and the results to destroy his people. To extinguish them on the classification they were 'impure'. Magneto knew well enough what this meant. Where the tides will take them eventually.
Narrowing his eyes as he sat alone in his office. Erik packed his belongings for this trip. Yet on his desk, set ontop of a small bust of himself. Was the finely made helmet. Which he now pondered was it time to wear it? Or did he have just a little longer to delude himself with the plans he had? Was he really going to go thru with this?
Just then he heard a knock. He called someone, and hoped it was him. Sitting up he took the helmet and put it into a drawer of his desk then he asked, "Come in?"
Hopefully it is the one he called for.
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Post by The Envoy on Jul 8, 2010 23:11:34 GMT -5
Jon opened the door to the room, and entered quietly. He didn't know why Professor Magnus called him in, but usually it meant something was happening. Then again, there was a lot of stories going around about he and Xavier going on a secret trip.
"You called for me sir?" he asks, still confident as ever.
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Post by Magneto on Jul 8, 2010 23:59:48 GMT -5
"Indeed." Magneto narrowed his eyes but his smile was of kindness. It had been for a while. Yet in midst of his facial features these is more.
"I've word to offer you. Heard any rumors of me and Charles? Leaving on a trip?" He was certain he did. Yet there's more. "It's rather important. I'd like to talk it over with you. As I do deeply trust you my boy and I've somewhat worried for a time of that other talk we had. About, a Brotherhood." He sat straighter and then offered a seat, as well a bottle of some drink. He was offering a lot wasn't he?
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Post by The Envoy on Jul 9, 2010 0:05:18 GMT -5
Jon was a bit on edge, but he didn't look it. In fact, he looked too calmfor the situation he was in.
"Thank you," he said, sitting down in the chair before accepting the drink. He had been recently zapped by one of Deus' bolts of electricity, and really did need to sit for a while, "Yes, I have heard the rumors, and Professor Xavier doesn't seem to really be denying them either."
He shifts in the chair, not that this was awkward, but he had sat down in a bad position, and needed to fix it.
"I also recall the talk about a brotherhood, and to be honest, I really don't feel...right here anymore. Not after Mina at least."
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Post by Magneto on Jul 9, 2010 0:36:09 GMT -5
"I agree." Spoke Magneto. He sighed as he closed his eyes and turned downward. "The truth is I do not think this place is for me, or the teachings. It's just that the world has changed so much. So terribly."
Sipping his own and watching the other man he raised a brow. Even if not supposed to be suspicious he just was sure to note his sitting. Then shrugging, he asks, "Remember what you said of Thanos? Of the 'Gem' at the White House? When this Rampage came about. The president dissapeared. On a matter of importance. I have begun to think on this.... there is sign that this world is changing even more from the design of the beings that would govern it. Death in turn no longer can properly tell when events will occur. Think about it. The gods no longer have control and we, are in every aspect free."
Shivering, "Lord but freedom is frightening. We're no longer able to define one path as to the other."
Looking to Jon. He lowered his glass and looked into the pool of amber. A frown and he tells Jon, "I wanted to re-create the world with the ideal of power. Of mutants. Yet Mina's death has awoken a realization Jon. This world is full of evil now.... more than I dreamed. Mutants and Humans that have the ideals of one another. That thrive off of hurting, and killing and segregating the others. To devoting to war and madness." Looking down into it deeper. He saw himself. Sloshing the cup he removed such an image.
"I'm afraid that war is coming. For you see that same Rampage, was not accidental. While you and Deus were in the sewers the streets ran red with madness and murder. While someone out there, human by look. Orgastrated the works of evil." He looked to Jon slowly. "Someone wanted to cause pain, Jon. By mutants. Someone also, I summize. Hired that monster you recalled as Sugar Man, to a job. The large fans you told us about, that that place had. Those creatures you killed down there. I believe part to the Rampage and also experiments paid for by a shadow office in the government of man. So now we're at a rather shady road."
Onto all seriousness. He sighs and leans forward. "Jon, I'm leaving after I help Charles with this matter. I can not idly watch on as persons bring the war to fruition and none fight for the weak, the beaten. Fight, for real. Not hide and form plans to coax peace. To combat the combatants. If there are forces at work." He clenched his fist over his glass. "If there are, men. Who want this war. Than I'm going to meet them head on and damn well show them the war. The true war. My war, and be hated I may but I'll do whatever it takes to finally show humanity that mutants are not tokens for people to use and abuse. I will show mankind and mutantkind that the world can be united. As well that girls, like Mina. No longer need to be harmed."
After that he slowly sat back. He had spoken a lot. Let it sink in. Sipping his drink he waited. Jon was not expecting all this he was sure... he was still young. Yet Magneto knew this. On some notes, the youth of the man was key. For in the end, he was old... and he had no knowledge in his years to change this.
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Post by The Envoy on Jul 9, 2010 0:46:02 GMT -5
Jon sat silently for a while, letting everything sink in. He was sure of what to do now, it had been lingering in the back of his mind for months...maybe even years. Ever since he came back, things hadn't been the same. Then Deus pulled that stupid stunt in the sewers...hell, Jon thought Sugar Man deserved to be harmed for what he did, but that only put his friend on that...things level to him, even if only for a moment. It was wrong..but-
He stopped himself, he had slowly drifted away from the topic at hand, and mentally shook himself back into the place he needed to be. War, the Professor had said, and to be honest, Jon was even seeing it as well. It was subtle, the rallies were getting worse, there were more riots, more out and out fights. More people getting hurt...
Maybe staying at the mansion wasn't a good idea anymore. Maybe it was time to move on. He could only do so much here anyway, but out there, he could be so much more. Out there, he could be the hero mutants needed, but hated for what he had to do. This fight...this fight was all their responsibility now...and he wouldn't hide from it any longer.
"Then it's time to show them what fear really is."
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Post by sasha on Jul 9, 2010 0:54:46 GMT -5
The dark. How foolish was this old man? This was her domain. Silhouette seems to almost corporate out of the shadows, like a wraith. She wraps her arms around Jon seductively and then whispers into his ear. "That's what I'm here for baby." She chuckles and winks at Magneto before disentangling from Jon and standing between the two.
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Post by Magneto on Jul 9, 2010 1:02:05 GMT -5
Oh my. Silhouette? He'd not called her.... yet a smirk and he admits. "Excellent, I was wondering when I'd see you again my dear." Indeed. The most important member. Now that most everyone he had chosen before dispersed in the coming of Mina's incident... these two were his only possible allies at this time. "There has not been much word from you. You're not in my detention halls any longer."
Pulling open a drawer he had another blueprint, and this one with some clippings on something. "Here, this is 'Vibranium' a most unique metal. Read over it and tell me if when I obtain it. Could you perhaps learn to weave it?" He was planning to get his hands on some while out with Charles... well, more like after. While Charles dealt with his issue. He found that a scottish museum carried a sample of the metal. He would obtain it easily... it is metal after all.
"I know not how much I can obtain yet its properties with your powers implies significant uses. I'm sure with your skills in metalwork it could be formed into something fetching." A shrug, "Yet this is but a idea. I'm sure with the right research you too would have come to the same conclusion.... hmm, maybe you did? Could be you told me this same idea..." It was like a moment of Deja vu, Magneto frowned and realized he'd had a few of these lately. He worried once more of another factor.
Looking downward he closed his eyes and rubbed his brow. "Still... Silhouette, I've had a concern I wanted you to look into for me for some time. Jon and myself have special.... headwear, for in case Charles were to get diretly dangerous with his powers. If he were to take over your mind I'm worried as to the methos of combating it. So I'm reminded of your strong will. Even Charled with his powers can not compete such things. Are you certain you can resist his powers when needed?"
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Post by The Envoy on Jul 9, 2010 1:13:27 GMT -5
Jon grins at Sil, "You know, we could raise some hell together," he gives her and amused look before continuing, "you also have the best awesome timing in the history of awesome timing. Just thought you should know."
Then Jon took the paperwork, and began to slowly skim through it. He'd heard stories of vibranium, but never realized there were any samples outside of Africa, least of all that he could get his hands on. When he reached the known properties of the metal, he smiled a bit, knowing that the metal would be a perfect compliment to his abilities.
"Oh yeah, the ability to effectively hit as hard as I want without repercussions to my bone and muscle would be nice."
He continued reading, practically memorizing the papers as he read about its density and other properties.
"It may take some time and some specialized equipment," he says, laying down the papers, "but I should be alright working with it. I did make these after all." He holds up an arm, where a thick metal band looped around his wrist. Flicking his hand, the metal band began to expand a reshape into a newer, more efficient gauntlet than what he had owned previously.
"Took me a while to get that right."
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Post by sasha on Jul 9, 2010 1:19:23 GMT -5
"Jonny boy, when I was born hell went all the way to heaven, and you haven't even gotten to see my best timing." She winks. Was that an invitation? She was just in a playful mood in reality. She had fun over the summer, beating things up. Though he did have a brain behind those fists. She'd seen what he could do in the danger room. She heads over to Magneto, with a slight skip in her step. She leans into him looking up at the old man. "While Captain Piccard doesn't scare me, if you can make a helmet that's actually stylish for me. Key words, for me, then I'll put it on oh great commander."
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Post by Magneto on Jul 9, 2010 19:14:17 GMT -5
Magneto smirked a bit. Then, he will. "As you commit to this I shall find... in truth, there is no need for a full helmet. Key parts of the mind are where Charles targest most. Hmm..."
He was not too certain he can form something to her style. Lord, now it came to him. "Am I going to need to make costumes? Oh my, would that not be a laugh? Spandex and masks.... hah, what a lark."
Standing he bowed to Silhouette. Even taking her hand in a gentlemen's bow. To then retire himself from her then to his other, Jon. Also feeling a bit more playful seeing both in such high spirits. "Right, my daughter Wanda will also be joining us. Four is enough, seeing we've four of the strongest mutants in this school. Honestly, a team even Charles will need time to face up against. Might even have a chance..."
He grinned but looked off a bit. "Still Jon. When you can turn these ideas to reality I think the weapons made will be most incredible. We only need to form a proper plan. What with strategy in mix. What will we need." Walking slowly forward he grabbed his chin. Nothing more to do here... nothing more he can do...
Then it struck him. "Have you seen Mina? Recently?"
True a sour spot to speak. "Charles will be performing another dive. The last one taxed him severely. Most discerning this issue from her."
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Post by The Envoy on Jul 9, 2010 19:26:25 GMT -5
Jon laughed at the idea of costumes, "We don't need no stinking costumes," he says, still chuckling a bit. Indeed, the idea of costumes did seem rather silly to him, and also rather pointless. They sort of wanted people to know who they were, which was the point of spreading fear.
Taking a moment to calm down a bit, he continues, "I think he's supposed to try another dive before he leaves for this trip. Though..." he pauses, "he called up this man named Dr. Strange to aid him. Don't know much about him though."
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Post by sasha on Jul 9, 2010 20:08:32 GMT -5
"No, costumes won't be necessary, I just won't want to get helmet hair, or look like some fantastical princess. And I've heard whispers of him in the underground. They call him the Sorcerer Supreme, but that's all I know." She smiles as she stands there, the shadows playing across her in the same way that light plays across people standing under a tree in the summer.
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Post by Magneto on Jul 9, 2010 20:21:44 GMT -5
"Hmm... never heard of him my self..." Indeed, a man Charles met? That's either a good, or bad thing. Charles has met a number of people. Even on the Astralplane where he battled that Shadow King fellow. If perhaps they met on that such a place it would considerably imply Strange is some kind of sorcerer. He's heard stranger.
There was rumor a man in Latveria was a sorcerer, now dictator. Whatever that was on about. Smirking though he gives a nod. "I'll admit while costumes are not a wise choice perhaps you both should decide what's most fitting to you? You are in truth strong, young souls. If you want to wear an outfit of some specific. Do choose. I myself will go with a red ensemble to go with the color of that helmet."
Walking to his door, he figured now's a good time to leave. "I'm going to finish work here before the trip. Tell me, if you ever want to talk just feel free to drop by. My door is always open to you two."
Raising an accusitive brow, "Of course that's if some people ever use a door, eh?" Smiling to Silhouette, it's true... she seldome did...
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Post by The Envoy on Jul 9, 2010 20:27:50 GMT -5
Jon stood up, retracted the gauntlets and cracked his neck and knuckles.
"I'll keep an eye on things for you here, especially Mina," he says heading for the door, "though I don't know what's going to happen in the long run."
He heads out the door, then turns back around, "This is only going to get much more interesting."
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