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"charles”

“Oh I never make assumptions…-” He added with barely a grin on his face, not how it usually sat because even in the darkness…well he could still feel a boiling rage and there was only ever one place to aim it but they didn’t seem to wish to play along and that was infuriating. “I don’t need to…though casualty doesn’t feel quite right…” Charles hummed in disapproval as he spent a moment trying to come up with the phrase or even word that felt better. “Genocide seems far more fitting, the destruction of a group from the bottom up.” He spoke more to himself. 

“That’s the real question isn’t it….who am I.” he looked elsewhere as if staring into space. “They call me Charles Xavier but in some ways the person they know is dead…buried…-i’m rather sad I never came up with a alias like most mutants…then again I was a boring fellow.” 

          Genocide wasn’t a word she was fond of, considering most of the time it was a term used to describe her people - not the other side. Managing to keep her furt under wraps, the woman took a deep breath and actually counted to six in her head before speaking again. “Genocide tends to have a sympathetic connotation to it. I was thinking more extermination.”           His answer was as unexpected as it was truly hilarious. Despite the serious tone of the other mutant, she couldn’t help letting out a burst of laughter. The hand at her neck coming up to cover her mouth and she shrugged. “Right, you’re Charles Xavier, Professor X, leader of the X-men and all around all-star at disappearing when mutants need him the most?” 

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anthropoidximitation‌:

“Yes I am starting to find that the worst is indeed to be expected.” Vision added more out of witnessing the way things ran, more over having any real experience in anything yet. It was rather hard to help anyone with the risks that came with allowing his natural form to be on show. So instead, he remained in human form which tended to take a little of his concentration to do so. He dealt with such however because it kept people he cared about safe. “I assume unlike myself, you have experienced the brunt of the force?”

          “The worst? Mutants ripped out of their bed and arrested - Mutant children being kidnapped and experimented on and used - these are the worst.” Eyes narrowing a bit at the other. The frown she was wearing deepened as he spoke again. “Experienced the brunt of the force? What force is that, Luke?” 

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A roll of his eyes, granted he still didn’t have his mansion back after threatening to end Sentinel Services and that was certainly ruining his day. “And here I was believing people would’ve been at least a little pleased about the recent Sentinel Service soldiers that fell..-” he spoke though it wasn’t to brag, he was genuinely curious as to why no one was. Then again he could always look…but what was the fun in that. 

          “You assume.” Hands at her sides, turning to look at the gentleman that was talking to you. “That I know what you’re talking about and I wouldn’t be pleased hearing about any Sentinel Service casualty.” Eyes going over the man, a frown creasing her face. “And you are?”

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MISCELLANEOUS / ANGST STARTER SENTENCES.

“Are you asleep?”

“Are you done?”

“Can I stay here?”

“Do you think you’re the only one that is having a hard time?”

“Do you think you’re the only one with family issues?”

“Don’t assume I know how you feel.”

“I always made you think your feelings for me were totally one-sided…that wasn’t true.”

“I am done with you.”

“I am still standing here.”

“I can’t do this anymore—at least not now.”

“I didn’t tell you because I was afraid I was going to lose you.”

“I don’t know why you’re mad at me!”

“I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

“I feel like an idiot—I stuck up for you against everyone!”

“I hated you for what you did to me—I hated you!”

“I have loved you for half my life, but I’m done running after you.”

“I have stood by you through everything!”

“I just thought you should know.”

“I know you’re good at what you do.”

“I loved her as more than a friend, and I never had the chance to tell her.”

“I should have said something that night, but I didn’t.”

“I wasted so much time on you.”

“It’s hard to remember a time when I was actually in love with you.”

“I’m done trying.”

“I’m going to make it right.”

“I’m not coming back.”

“I’m sorry!”

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

“Screw you.”

“Tell me that you’re hurt.”

“Right, because this is my fault.”

“This isn’t you.”

“We do not belong together.”

“We’re done here.”

“Why are you telling me this now?”

“You are still blaming everybody but yourself.”

“You are unbelievable.”

“You could tell me not to go.”

“You don’t have to say anything.”

“You don’t know anything about me, really, and I don’t know anything about you.”

“You had four months to decide!”

“You have no idea what I’m going through.”

“You know exactly how I feel.”

“You were the hardest one to leave behind.”

“You’re right, this isn’t working.”

“You’re the one who messed up in the first place.”

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magnet

The majority of Erik’s time was spent researching. He researched himself, other mutants, deaths, the sentinels, whatever information seemed to be important. As far as he could tell, his future version of him was either dead or on his deathbed. Since there were no reports, just missing case files, Erik assumed the latter was the case. If only he could find him, hear his stories… Erik wanted to know if the years had turned the man jaded, or softened him. The idea was more than intriguing to him.

As he was reading- the newspaper of all things, most certainly giving his age away- a careful hand moved a toy truck across the table he was sitting at. It was subtle enough for most to ignore, but if you looked closer, you could see he wasn’t touching it. The toy truck came to a sudden stop and Erik looked up at the observer with a hard, almost threatening gaze.

The library hadn’t held any interest of her - nope, she was literally just walking by, minding her own business when that pull was in her gut, again. What in the hell was going on these days. First the strange girl, the woman that had referred to herself as the Scarlet Witch - something that clearly classified the other woman as certifiable. Though, if she were honest, she knew it was more than that. This feeling was more than that - it felt like a physical tether holding her in place. How could she ignore it, Lorna couldn’t.  Narrowing down the list of suspects wasn’t difficult at all, the power was practically laying a yellow brick road through the stacks. There it was, the small toy going back and forth. Fascination propelled her slowly forward, feeling and taking in the familiar energy while she went.  Right hand lifted, the green-haired woman cocked back her index and middle finger, halting the toy. Stepping up to the table she glanced over the man before sitting down across from him. “That’s brave.”

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[yennciri]

But our daughter needs more than love.

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A girl is out of town for a few days and comes back to this - sounds about right. 

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h e r o

Wanda knew what she had to do but it was so damn hard to clear her mind and ignore her heart. There were so many could haves, should haves, what ifs, you name it. The biggest shouldn’t at the moment was the fact that she shouldn’t be there, alive and struggling like this. Yet the more she thought of that the more she struggled and struggled, and she couldn’t seem to climb herself out of the hole she seemed to be burying herself in. She cried out with frustration.

Her eyes met the other’s and she felt herself panic at first. The other could be with the SS or a human that could turn her in for being a mutant. As she pondered just briefly what could result in this little meeting Wanda felt herself feeling something odd. Something similar. Something peculiar. Something so strange she couldn’t explain it. Red seeped out of her as if to show her soul or something pretty damn close to it. “I know that it’s just…” God, it was hard to do. Just to not feel for once and not feel as if her mind would collapse with the simplest nudge.

Upon seeing the light fixtures swirling around them and the green glow that came from the other’s hand Wanda seemed to relax. She couldn’t explain why she did it but she made her hands move just inches from each other only to pull back and sent red energy flying at one of the light fixtures as if it were target practice. That came easier than she cared to admit and it was because of the other. The stranger that Wanda wondered even were a stranger with such a familiar glow to her power. Was this what Marcos meant when he said Wanda’s had been so very red? Had he known all along that there had been someone out there that could help?

Wanda placed her hands back at her sides. Her eyes seemed to stare at the other in a way as if she were trying to figure her out somehow without words. “Scarlet Witch was my name.” she admitted since they were playing the introducing themselves game. “Isn’t Polaris the name of a star?” If she remembered correctly it was also another name for the North Star.

By this time in her life, Lorna was used to the easy flow, the feel of her power, it was who she was. Up until that point, the woman thought she knew just how far she could push herself, but this was different, It was a rush, almost as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over her head. It was a fresh, new awakening. A whole new surge that only made her feel re-energized.  And she really liked it.  The smile was gone as she studied the other, feeling that pull as well as the push in her power. The air tasted of electricity  and she could feel the other woman’s gift as she sent the spark at the light. Nodding her head slowly. “Not bad.”  Scarlet Witch.  A low, low laugh, hands going to her sides. “Scarlet Witch. Right.” Shaking her head with a heavy sigh. “It’s alright -- I get it.” Writing the woman off as having a few screws loose wasn’t going to keep her from helping the other. “It is the name of a star. The North Star. 

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Lorna Dane in 1.01 ‘eXposed’

[polaris-eclipse]

Lorna! Lorna!

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sunshine

She was his person. Was. That word never felt so horrible to him before. She had been the one who helped him find purpose, who became his family, became his person. And he was hers. She made him feel loved, a feeling he hadn’t had for such a long time. A feeling he thought was the same as being used, cause she had gotten his mind wrapped in that thought. Then Lorna… Lorna saved him from all that. And then she left. And ever since he felt like his world was crumbling. 

A bookstore. Quaint. He liked bookstores but hadn’t been to one in years. He wondered if this was there first time going to one together. Was there even a them anymore? Except, then none of that mattered. “Hey,” He said, his tone so soft. “Mi rayito de sol.” Then, he turned to Lorna. “She’s so beautiful.” So small too. Their baby. So… maybe there was a their, a them, after all. 

It was nearly impossible to stay focused with Marcos so incredibly close to her -- and he wasn’t even in her space, that was saying something. Jaw tightened when they stepped into the store, eyes darting around, taking in the surroundings.  Once they were in the store and she had held the child out to him, she felt that crack, that ice thawing. Damn him. It was barely a brush of his skin on hers, but it was enough to hit all the right spots and fuel that fire. Watching him with Dawn, well now that was something else -- an entirely new feeling she wasn’t familiar with. A mixture of love, pride, tenderness and gratitude.  To see the two most important people on the planet like this before her -- it was nearly enough to make her demand he take them home with him. Nearly. “She’s perfect In every way.” a soft smile. “She takes after you, she’s warm.”

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scarlet w i t c h

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2033 was a whole lot damn different than 2018. She could list all the things wrong or new but she’d be at it for a while if she bothered. Wanda tried to learn, tried to watch and wait but she was impatient. Her fingers ached just as he soul did. The young woman needed to do something. She needed to do something to get herself under control but what?

She was lost and maybe even a little broken inside. Not that she’d ever admit it to anyone who wondered. Her mind felt unstable and that meant her powers were acting up. Once she was so sure of herself and now she wasn’t sure of a thing. Not even the loss of her twin, her other half, had effected her this way. Not the loss of Vision. Not the loss of her friends. No, this was something else. As if Death had grasped her soul and refused to let go.

It’s why she was standing in the old and abandoned movie theatre on the stage, her hands moving about as she tried to visualize her power around her. It was a struggle just to move a piece of paper from a few feet away from her much less cause it to levitate in the air. Wanda growled under her breath and the red wisps around her were sent flying toward another object instead. It caused a few lights to shatter, glass and sparks flying about. Her body jerked in response and Wanda cursed herself. Why was it so hard to do? Why couldn’t she just be Wanda again? Because her powers were connected to her emotions too.

So her hands moved once more, trying to pick the paper up off the floor. 

     It was theatrical, that was for sure, Lorna had to give her that much. On stage at the theater? The only thing missing was the applause from the ghosts that had to be sitting in the audience. It took quite a bit of effort not to clap -- that was until she had gotten into the theater, the back of it.       She wasn’t entirely sure what had brought her here - it was the strangest feeling - a pull, deep in her gut. The same way she could feel the magnetic fields, she felt this mutant, at least that was what she assumed the woman was. The red magic felt familiar yet foreign, though she was sure she had never met this woman before. Was she wrong?      Stepping forward finally, Lorna made herself known. “Struggling?” Calling out, to give the other some kind of warning that she wasn’t alone. Arms folded before her, probably not the best move when approaching danger - but she didn’t feel threatening. The woman felt ... lost.       Clearing her throat gently she slowly stepped up the stairs toward the stage. “Power on the fritz? It’s tied to your emotion, you know. If you’re overwhelmed, mourning, desperate ... all make it extremely difficult to gain any sort of control.       While she spoke she lifted her right hand, index and middle fingers extended out upward toward the light fixtures, that green glow came, and several of the fixtures dislodged themselves and began circling the two women. “I can help you.”       The words were out of her mouth before she knew what she was saying, but seeing another mutant hurting, struggling, she couldn’t stand for it. All of the time with the Underground, it would never leave her, and her first instinct was always going to be to help her people. “I’m Polaris.”

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Thoughts of the worst scenarios began to flood his head; Lorna mocking what the Underground stood for and her not knowing where even Marcos was was a bad sign. “How can you not know where they are? How can you not know where the father of your kid is?” His voice raised significantly in disbelief. He glared at the other, feeling about as confused as she was at the beginning of their encounter. “What the hell happened to John and Marcos?” And all he really wanted to hear was that they weren’t all captured by Sentinel Services.

“A lot happened after you disappeared.” It was a very broad answer, and it came with a whole lot of snark behind the words. Eyes narrowing intensely with his outburst and judgement. Same old, Gus, acting, speaking first, thinking later. “Watch it.” A warning. He may be able to negate powers, but she was quick, and had been training hard. “They are somewhere, alive. I know that much.” It was true, that was about all she knew, that was all she could know.  “Sentinal Services came down on Atlanta. They got away, everyone thinks they are dead, but they got away.”

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s u n s h i n e

“Necessary?” He repeated incredulously. He wanted to fight with her, he wanted to scream, but he caught just a glimpse of his daughter and he knew he couldn’t. It impossible. So, he took a breath and he calmed down. 

His lips parted agape at her question, and without hesitation he spoke. “Yes.” Did he sound desperate? He was desperate. He didn’t care if he sounded it or not.  “Please.” He added, a bit more softly. “Y-yeah, thats fine.” He’d go wherever he had to for his daughter, and for Lorna too. 

     “Marcos.” The warning in her tone was unmistakable, yet unnecessary when he seemed to cut himself off. The tension between the pair was awful, she could feel it deep into her bones. There was another sensation, one that was harder to explain, that magnetic pull in her core, similar to using her power, feeling complete.       Eyes fell to the ground when he spoke, she just nodded and moved. One hand steering the baby, without her power, but you know, on the street. Turning into a quiet bookstore, she stopped and reached into the carrier, lifting the tiny little girl into her arms, hazel gaze going to the man and holding her arms, and the child, out toward him. 

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xeiffel‌:

         At least somethings didn’t change and that was shopping. With already four bags in each hand, Eiffel felt hungry, which made her look around her surroundings and spotted the woman and the baby stroller. “Cute baby…Smart too.” She mused as she offered the baby a smile. “She’s hungry though.” 

          The level of unease that she had achieved was evident by how jumpy she had become. Anyone speaking to her, even looking at her for too long had her ready to fly on the defensive. When the woman spoke she looked up from the stroller. “Do you speak baby?”