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[hermesinconverse]

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Some time had passed since the two of them went down into places they shouldn’t have gone, and still their parents were giving them vague answers. Right now, Jean was more than happy to be situated in the other’s room, staring across at him while they continued to wait. “Well… I’m getting really bored. It’s sort of ridiculous that they’re even taking this long?” This was still better than being in that dreadful ‘basement,’ where all those strange things were, but more importantly those disturbing creatures. She didn’t want to go back there, not really, but there was some part of her that craved that kind of excitement. It was so much different than what they were used to, being dragged around on each of their respected parent’s missions; Doing nothing but hanging around, and playing whatever limited games they could in a space station that was extremely far from Earth.     “I don’t like being kept in the dark, like this… And I don’t care if they’ve said it’s ‘alright’. They have to be lying to us, right? But why? We can handle whatever it is. We just saw it! I want to know more…” | @hermesinconverse |

“Yea, tell me about it,” Peter said, collapsing back onto his bed with a heavy sigh. “It’s bad enough that they had to lecture us, but now they’re treating us like little kids. Like...come on, we saw the thing! Isn’t it worse not knowing?”

He was, unfortunately, used to his father playing the stern disciplinarian. Which basically meant he could pull the ‘because I said so’ bullshit until Peter was eighteen. With another sigh, the boy sat up and glanced over at Jean. “We can’t even leave, with David out there. This blows.”

Slumped over at the edge of the bed, Peter fell silent for a time. It wasn’t long, however, before a sly smile crept onto his face. “Unless...you wanna try sneaking out?”

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[hermesinconverse]

[ comes back after over three years to rp with an irl friend] hello don’t mind me

[hermesinconverse]

[ so obv I’m on hiatus save for like one draft BUT....we have a storm coming and in case it’s catastrophic I must share that I looked like my muse for about ten minutes (before we dyed it blue lmao) ]

[magnetician-blog]

Erik’s eyes narrow at that, brow furrowing, but just a fraction and only for a moment. It’s an odd question to be asked, and stranger still for Peter to be the one asking it. For all that he seems so flippant and casual about most things, the boy seems quite fixated on family matters. 

Someone must be putting him up to this. Why? Does it matter, in the grand scheme of things?

“Did I have family, before them?” Confirmation, just to be sure he understands the question. “No. I never had the time, or the inclination.” That’s not quite true. The timing, of course, is; to say that he’d never wanted to settle down is a complete lie. Only he never would have been able to, when it was not safe for him to bring another mutant willingly into this world. 

Erik chuckles a bit, another faint huff and nothing more. “I suppose it’s more along the lines of ‘no one would have me.’” This is closer to the truth. He’d made connections. Most of them severed cleanly, but a few had been close bonds that lasted just long enough for them to mean something to him before he’d had no choice but to continue on. His life had been far too dangerous, back then, and he had been too ambitious. 

[hermesinconverse]

There was thunder rumbling between his ears, his pulse was racing---too fast, even for him. Thankfully, Erik’s reaction was way calmer than all the worst-case scenarios he’d been imagining. It put him at ease, if only somewhat, and allowed him to continue forward step by step.

     “But you had someone, right? Like, a girlfriend or something...”

Peter had to refrain from rolling his eyes at himself. All of this was beginning to sound like the lead-up to him asking for girl advice or something equally shallow. Doubts were overwhelming his mind, crowding it as if to smother every bit of hope he’d managed. He wanted nothing more, right now, than to run away. Erik would think it strange, but he’d forget about it in time, and then Peter could just try again (and again, and again...). 

And then that image struck him, of the inevitable; of Erik turning his back on the academy once more, going off to take care of his own agenda. Peter remembered watching Magneto on television all those years ago, and in the years between wondering if he’d ever get the chance to talk to him again. Here, he’d finally gotten it, and he was just going to throw it away? 

Without thinking, the boy shoved his hand into his jacket pocket. He produced some sort of paper, slapping it onto the surface between them without comment. A photograph--slightly crumpled and stained here and there with grease--but clearly enough showing the family portrait of a woman, a young girl, and a slightly younger Peter. His gaze locked onto Erik then, looking for recognition, understanding, anything. Funny how such a small gesture was proving to be a thousand times scarier than facing off with a dude named Apocalypse.

｢ @magnetician ｣ 

[hermesinconverse]

magnetician replied to your post “[ heyy sorry I’ve been super inactive, just got overwhelmed with...”

It must be mine! I am excite :3

It is! Sorry its taking so long, but I def plan on getting to it soon~

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[ heyy sorry I’ve been super inactive, just got overwhelmed with trying to maintain all my blogs oops. I still check messages and such though. As of now I have one draft, I haven’t seen any other replies so I figured I’d kinda back off here for now. I did make a Koller blog, if anyone is into Deus Ex~ ]

   ❛  LEGENDS. huh?   ❜ coal colored eyes drew towards the bright yellow lettering & the overlay of famous musicians from the 1960′s & onwards. the sheer volume itself looked heavy & important: this DISPLAY of AMERICA’S BRAVADO in their form of distressed jeans, cracking vocals & sharp rebellious lyrics.  not wanting to offend the boy with his usual relaxed & sarcastic comments, tongue peeks out to wet lips and flesh pursed tightly before he spoke.   ❛     only A LITTLE. I know the BASICS of the 60′s & 70′s in america. music wise & history wise. we have our OWN rock bands, but, yours of course, were MORE POPULAR growing up.    ❜

[hermesinconverse]

     “That so? Nice. Got any bands that sound like Pink Floyd?”

The look of pride (seemingly a result of Zemo’s recognition of said legends’ popularity) would suggest  that he had some hand in managing or otherwise promoting the success of these bands--most of which had formed while he was still eating applesauce from a jar. In reality, Peter didn’t even aid their record sales, but he sure LISTENED to them often enough (down in the cluttered basement of his mother’s house) and that had to count for something.

     “What was it like, anyways...growing up in Sokovia?”

As ever, he was onto the next subject before the one previous could reach it’s own natural end. He might meander back to it in his own time, but Peter’s train of thought wandered much further than the boy himself (who, until recently, seldom left the comfort of his couch to go much further than the supermarket).

[ @missicnreport ]

[tuneysalad-blog]

Part of her knows she shouldn’t be surprised by his enthusiasm (she’s already making note of asking him what he’s taking and from who) but she can’t help but look at him with an amused, semi-restrained smile. “Petunia. And no, not necessarily, but it ain’t all that innocent either.” Freed hands once she sets down the weapon, the girl puts her hair up in a ponytail and cracks her knuckles. 

“It’s an anchor of someone who died here way too long ago. They just haven’t, well, moved on. We better do this quick, though, the line of salt holding in the spirit could blow away any minute and there’s nothing worse than a pre-pubescent poltergeist.” Her gaze is firm on his, grin mirroring his own at this point. “Ready?”

[hermesinconverse]

“Petunia. You do this sort of thing a lot?" He mutters, and it’s mostly rhetorical (after all, how many people just casually visited abandoned houses with a flamethrower and salt at the ready). Peter’s still skeptical of the whole thing, of course, but it’s way too fun of a prospect to bail on, so he’s content to play along. His curiosity is admittedly peaked by the ghost story she hints at, but questions can wait until after this whole weird ritual is carried out.

“Ready.” He nods, the grin never leaving his lips.

[ @tuneysalad ]

[magnetician-blog]

Erik gives a chuckle that is little more than a soft huff of air. He can agree that their meeting had been quite unlikely, and to this day he wishes he had been in a better frame of mind that day. For Charles to show up as he had, with no warning and after such a long time, had thrown him. The speed with which he had been removed from his plastic prison had left him feeling disoriented and weak. What he can recall with perfect clarity, however, is how Peter had saved their lives that day.

When they met once more in Egypt, he had been similarly distracted. The magnetist had retreated far into himself, allowing his power full reign, allowing it to flow free, his consciousness drifting and his control drifting, drifting, until the incredible power bestowed upon him had been able to reach the ends of the earth. Peter had spoken to him - and Raven, too - but he had scarcely been able to focus on the brief exchange. His gaze had been bleak and vacant, his words slow and listless. 

Peter had tried telling him something, then. 

“I haven’t got any more secrets,” Erik says, as if that explains everything. Staying here on Charles’ invitation has been the breath of fresh air he needs; the care he requires after being laid so bare and left so vulnerable and empty. That Peter cares to know anything about him at all tugs at something within him, something almost pleasant. “What do you want to know?”

[hermesinconverse]

Oh jeez. He hadn’t even thought he’d make it this far. In fact, Peter had expected to be waved away from the moment he’d approached Erik in his solitude. Or had that been wishful thinking, to avoid the exchange he had both desired and feared simultaneously? Now, the boy was rushing to collect his thoughts, not wanting to ruin this chance.

     “Well...” He began, hesitantly. “I saw about, uh, your family. I’m sorry...” It       was all that he could do to keep his eyes on Erik, and speak through the       tightness in his throat. “I just...wondered if...if there was anyone before that.”

Peter’s heart was hammering in his ears, as though some great snarling beast had cornered him. He could have asked about anything, how much movie tickets cost when Erik was a boy, if he had ever played a video game. Something that would have made him laugh, roll his eyes, something light. But there were too many doubts and worries driving him forward; Peter didn’t want to be too late like all of the other times in his life when he had tried to make this connection. He was diving in headfirst, true to form, and praying that Erik didn’t snap or curse him for it.

[ @magnetician​ ]

[timidwiitch-blog]

         she’s all to ready for the sweet embrace of the cold hard ground below when she’s suddenly… not falling.  in fact, she’s completely upright, with a hand on her shoulder and her precious cupcake about eye-level.  what the– – –?

          ❛ um, ❜ she begins, still processing what’s just happened.  had he even been there before?  she could’ve sworn she was alone… whatever, not important.  the important thing is, her cupcake is safe.  all is well with the world.  ❛ i’m fine, i think. thanks to you, i guess. so… thanks for that? ❜  her ankle gives a twinge of protest as she shifts her weight, but it’s nothing too bad – she’ll be able to make it home with relative ease.  ❛ the cupcake is from that little bakery on the corner – the cake fairy. they have a promotional sale going or something, so they’re really cheap. y’want one? it’s the least i can do for, uh… ❜  piper makes a vague motion toward the cupcake and herself; she was going to say saving me, but that sounds way too dramatic for a situation like this.

[hermesinconverse]

     “Yea, no problem.”

He gives her a vague nod, listening to her offer with some interest. In truth, Peter had never paid much attention to sales, considering he tended to get the five-finger discount on everything he wanted. Still, the gesture is appreciated...anyone who offers him food is definitely a friend in his book.

     “We can go grab one if ya want.” He agrees with a placid smile. “You lead the       way---Name’s Peter, by the way.” He extends a hand towards her and while       waiting for the handshake, courtesy caves in to curiosity. “So, uh, what’s your       thing, if you don’t mind me asking? You know, mutation or whatever.”

He hasn’t been on campus long, but this is the most exposure he’s gotten to others like him since first meeting Charles and his little group. Subtlety and tact are not at all in his repertoire, as the students of Xavier’s were beginning to learn.

[ @timidwiitch​ ]

[acertainfemininemystique]

     ❝ if we let him go, there won’t be justice. bolivar trask         wasn’t put in prison for the murder, mutilation and         experimentation of mutants. he was put away for         selling government secrets to the vietnamese. there         wasn’t even a manslaughter charge. just treason.         NOTHING will happen to this one. he’ll go on killing         us, hurting others of us that can’t help themselves.         that’s what you’re agreeing to if we walk away from         this: the innocent deaths of countless mutants.         instead of the one guilty death of the man that has         and will kill them. ❞

[hermesinconverse]

Talk about a heavy subject. Each sentence she spoke seemed to weigh him down pound by pound until he felt like he was going to fall right through the floor. The worst part was that he couldn’t argue on the point of Trask’s fate. He had seen the news (mostly as a by-product of hunting for any scrap of his father’s whereabouts, but still...). Peter knew that she had a point, and he wasn’t exactly the best at making his own thoughts sound quite as persuasive. 

     “Yea, I know...” He sighed, not able to meet her eyes. Instead he       focused on the man in question. “But it still doesn’t feel RIGHT.       Y’know? Who are we to decide what to do with him?”

Peter was speaking what he saw as the truth, but the words sounded weak even in his own ears. Mystique had a way of explaining everything with such confidence. He struggled to match that, hoping at least that he could get across his own feelings clearly enough.

     “I mean...you don’t know what he’s going to do, and even if you did,       why can’t we just lock him away then? Killing him...” He trailed off,       leaving the grim sentiment hanging in the air.

[ @acertainfemininemystique ]

[hermesinconverse]

[ Sorry I’ve been kinda GONE for a bit, got a little burned out with RP but I’m starting to feel some muse again so might be on soon~ I’m not dead tho haha ]

[timidwiitch-blog]

              ❛ SHIT – – –! ❜  the sudden dip in the ground catches her totally off-guard and piper lurches forward, arms flailing wildly, the red-velvet cupcake she just bought flying out of her grasp.  oh, the humanity.

@hermesinconverse liked for a thing.

[hermesinconverse]

One second, the delicious baked treat is falling fast, its creamy white frosting soon to be marred by the dirt below. The next, it’s...completely vanished?

     “Hey, this looks pretty good, where’d ya get it?”

One hand has her shoulder, while the other triumphantly holds the cupcake high above the menacing spikes of grass below. The silver-haired boy pulls her up to a standing position, smiling all the while. His motives were totally heroic and definitely had nothing to do with plans of raiding this bakery for his own free dozen of cupcakes. (What, she could have one too!)

     “You okay there?”

[ @timidwiitch ]

[wiintersoldat]

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[wiintersoldat]

A beat. A breath. There wasn’t the time for dallying around with what he needed to find out. What the boy had supplied with his frightened responses should have been enough to sate whatever his superior’s needed, but of course he knew they wouldn’t want him to stop. Orders were orders, and he was going to fulfill every single one of them. A glance, and his attentions were once more focused on the boy.

        “Where is this school. How many are there.          Give me numbers. Give me names.          All that you know… Tell me!” The soldier could not wait any longer, and he reached forward once he was near enough to the boy. Gripping with his hand of flesh around the front of his shirt, and with the metallic arm he dared not go easy… A hard punch, metal to skin, right into the side of the boy’s face. | @hermesinconverse |

[hermesinconverse]

Numbers and names, the former he couldn’t give and the latter he didn’t WANT to. The address...now it was caught in his throat, stuck there like a fly trapped in a spider’s web. He hadn’t thought it was that closely guarded of a secret, but the man’s insistence would suggest otherwise. It didn’t matter right now, he was too late again. His hesitance was punished with another blow that filled his mouth with the taste of blood.

     “I TOLD you, I don’t know!”

The cry tore from lips stained red, and was followed by a trail of spit which carried two pearls in its viscous thread. Said teeth hit the floor without sound, but the sight alone turned Peter’s stomach. He just wanted to be home, he wanted to be saved. If he gave up the little bit he knew, would he even be set free? It didn’t seem likely, at most it might buy him just a moment of respite. 

     “Why are you doing this, please...I don’t know anything, I swear.”

He pleaded, as though hoping to find some unlikely shred of humanity in one of HYDRA’s dogs. There was a part of him that wanted to spew out as many facts as he could manage and hope that it appeased the man for even an hour. But then he would see the face of Charles, of Jean and Scott...of ERIK. He couldn’t let them down. Someone would come for him, he had to believe that. If he could just endure until then...

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     “ Most of everyone else is…”

Though she’s relived that he’s not like everyone else, looking at her with some kind of concealed fear in their gaze. It’s one she’s grown so familiar with, yet to feel it now coming from mortal mutants…it seems to pain her more than if it were coming from men  adorned in white coats. 

Form shifts to steal the open seat next to him,legs rising to cross like a small child would sit on the floor in class. 

     “ - Fudgesicle ? are those good ? “

[hermesinconverse]

     “Ah, well...give ‘em time.”

He suggests, wondering if that’s any kind of helpful. The next words that rush to his mind are lost as he races to consume the rapidly melting bit of fudge still clinging to the popsicle stick. It’s only after he’s licked up every last bit of the sugary treat that he regards her again (yea, real helpful).

     “I mean, some of the kids are still mean to other mutants just        ‘cause they have funny powers. They’re KIDS, y’know.?”

An assurance coming from the guy who’s biggest feat of the day is beating his own hi-score on an arcade game. Still, the point probably stands.

     “And yea, they’re great. Never had one?       They’ve even got JOKES on the sticks.”

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          Rachel offered up a genuine grin. “Definitely.” she smirked. “That’s right…” she perked her brows just before he went on showing off, an amused smile placating against her dimpled expression. “Fast is an understatement.” Ray mused. She canted her head, eyes darting to meet the disc before beaming and offering a shrug. “They are all right. But they’re no Pink Floyd.” She teased. Rachel contemplated showcasing her own many ‘talents’, but for the time being, kept to herself. Her father would be proud.

[hermesinconverse]

     “Well, I’ll take it from you.”

Setting aside the CD, he turned to her with folded arms. The grin hadn’t left his lips; praising his powers AND favorite bands? Just give him some junk food and he’d be be your best friend. 

     “So, Jean and Cyclop’s kid? I guess       you didn’t take after your dad, huh.”

He observed, waving a hand in front of his eyes. Alright, Peter was more than a little curious about her powers and he wasn’t very good at playing subtle.

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