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c-yxlops:
“Poetic.” He doesn’t need to be told of the corruption – Scott has aided in some of it. “No nation comes out unscathed.”
Scott Summers. He stands to lose so much. Cyclops is a man on the precipice of ruination. Irene has no desire to see his downfall. That may be why she takes pity on him. “Something is wrong. I can’t say too much, but I can confirm what you fear.”
lovesthunder:
“You have seen a vision, then? Is that what you’re saying?”
“I’ve seen many, with each worse than the last.” Sentinels. Apocalypse. Red diamonds glittering on the foreheads of the tarnished. “We stand at the beginning of the end.”
rocketngroot:
“—why you gotta talk like that? you know how pretentious you sound? hm?”
“Pretentious? Perhaps. I’d like to see how others would translate what I’ve seen.”
oldmancable:
“I don’t think we have time for riddles. What do you know?”
“Many things. Nothing.” Something. Everything. She reaches up with gloved hands and unclicks her helmet. Pulling the gold and blue dome from her head, Irene takes in a breath of fresh air. Even though it’s hot under the faceplate she prefers to remain masked. Nathan is not an enemy, though — not at the moment, at least. She sees potential for his corruption. Her best bet is to try and get through to him before it reaches that point. “Your family tree rots from the inside.” Misted eyes are trained in his general direction. “Mother. Daughter. For some, it’s too late.”
ex-odus:
“And I suppose you will keep it to yourself? Or will you share what you see?”
“I certainly won’t share it with you. I see far. You know that.”
technocable:
“So are we all just totally fine with the fact that my mother spontaneously combusted? Everyone seems way too calm with everything that’s just happened.”
“If people are calm or feel fine, there’s a reason.” Irene shakes her head. “A reason I don’t particularly like. But who wants to believe me when Charles Xavier preaches the opposite?”
spectormcrc:
“What do you mean by corruption?”
“I mean things are no longer right. Outside forces have come from the inside.” It’s cryptic, she knows, but Irene can’t say too much. She and Raven know they need to play their cards close to their chests. “Be careful with who you ally with.”
profxcviers:
“If there really is corruption on Krakoa, we’ll find the source of it. But running away won’t solve anything.”
Her head cants to the side. “And who said anything about running away?” Raven and Irene have whispered about it late at night in their chambers, but they haven’t made any announcements to the Council. They never will. They’ll simply be gone in the night. “You don’t have to pretend with me, Charles. The visions I’m having...they’re not always set, but I see commonalities. Threads tying things together. I see ruination.”
mechanizedstark:
“—has anyone ever told you that you are super dramatic?”
He doesn’t know it, but Irene speaks of a literal inferno. She thinks of the timeline where she burned Moira Mactaggert alive; it’s not one she remembers, but it’s one that happened all the same. Moira knew Irene’s resurrection could signal the beginning of the end, and it was for that reason — coupled with Moira’s own selfish fear — that she had blocked Irene from resurrection. Now, Irene is back and fighting for the people who let her down. Moira has absconded to Orchis. Her lips tick upwards slightly behind her mask, but the gold faceplate betrays no emotion. “Once or twice, perhaps. Dramatic or not, I’m often right.”
xshadowpryde:
“Depends on what side of it you’re on. Death is great company if you’re the one taking lives.”
Her wife is a killer. Raven has an unforgiving hand that she culls her foes unapologetically. Irene is not the same as her love. She does not take the lives of others, even if she sees how they end all the same. “None of us can truly be on the side of death,” she muses. “Because death will come for all eventually.” Even Raven. Her bold, beautiful Raven.
peterfour:
“i- i don’t know,” peter stammered, “i was just told you might have some insight as to what’s been going on lately—?”
Irene inclines her head to the side as she blinks against the darkness. “And what insight do you look for?”
pquills:
“what, nobody else has come to you asking if it’s all gonna work out? if things’ll be okay in the end? c’mon, i’m kinda desperate,” peter let out a laugh, his amused grin not at all reaching his eyes.
“Of course they do, and each is more desperate than the last. Your desperation does not make you special. You will have to have things unfold as they occur.”
magnetiik:
“Me? I don’t expect you to tell me much of anything. I’m aware of where you and I stand with each other.”
Where they would always stand with each other. Some may falsely believe Irene to be softer than Raven due to her being less inclined to violence, but they would be wrong. She does not forgive. She will not forget. “Then why, Magneto, are you here?”
ex-odus:
“I am not here to listen to your whining. The Avengers must deal with the consequences of their own actions in Pleasant Hill. I want no part of it.”
“Your devotion has blinded you.” He cannot see the ghost of a smile that plays on her lips due to the verbiage used. “And you and I both know that that statement is not entirely truthful.” Exodus features prominently in her visions of the future. He will be a key player.
oldmancable:
“You want my two cents? It’s just a different kind of mess everywhere I go. That’s all I’ve got to say.”
There’s a low hum in the back of her throat. “You chose to share before I could answer, and the two cents in question are not helpful or productive.” The usually aren’t. “You will be tested.” The words are vague and she makes no motion to explain them. “Everyone will be.”
“There’s corruption on Krakoa. Some things can only be concealed for so long before the inferno blazes.”
babyphoeniix:
“Because something is unfolding here, Destiny. Something bad. And I think it’s starting to get to the mutants somehow. People are disappearing left and right.”
Irene knows what Rachel speaks about. Of course she does. She also knows the potential role she’ll play in it, how it’ll help bring the end to pass. Actions will need to be decisive and one will need to be spurred on to extreme action. Irene is no lynchpin by choice but she will play her part if that’s how things unfurl. Her words are even, measured. “Bad things happen often -- especially to mutants. This, too, shall come to pass.”