US & THEM.

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[vermithr-deactivated20241214]

magnets

[mcgnetic]

kirk :

     ❛   it’s fine.  it’s good.  this’ll be good.  i’m a pro at grabbing time out of thin air,  believe it or not.    ❜

      ❛   quite the talent.  although,  by your record,  i wouldn’t be surprised if your crew believed you were the son of god himself.  ❜

[bikenesmith]

fun family activities: selfies (insp)

[commission me]

[mcgnetic]

kirk :

        —- { ❝ i go by the Captain actually. ❞ } Jim offers a bright grin in return to the other man.

    ❛    ah.  captain,  then.  ❜    a pause.    ❛   i’ve heard of you  ---------   usually in the same sentence as protege   &   insubordinate.  ❜

[mcgnetic]

kirk :

@mcgnetic liked this for a lyric starter. black balloon by the goo goo dolls.

      ❛   there’s no time left for losin’.    ❜

      ❛    it seems you’re going to have to make time,  captain.  ❜

[mcgnetic]

charles :

           he nearly smiles, doesn’t quite make it there but it’s better than it was a moment ago. LESS of a glower and more general disapproval   ——   but somehow he doubts that he’s going to be breaking erik of his mutant superiority any time soon.   

           ( never. he HAS cosigned himself to never. )

           ❝ c’mon now. with that attitude you’ll hardly make friends with the other mums at the PTA, will you? ❞            god above, how long has it been since he’s even attempted at a joke.

        &  really,  charles,  really  ----- to talk about lowering the bar.  however,  erik’s laugh comes startlingly easily.   (  & as always,  the nagging voice at the base of his skull whispers caution;  even as it’s nice, once again, to shed the personas  & joke  once more. )   ❛   i’d make a damned scary mom.  ❜

[mcgnetic]

??? :

     rain - slicked precipice, and unstable ground. the perfect combination for a far, fast tumble. the rapid descent led to unfortunate events, hitting a valuable head against sturdy rocks on the way down. the last, discernible sound before an inevitable blackout had been concerned yelling. boots slipping down the slope after her. pale eyes flutter open an undetermined amount of time afterward, staring up at a startled face ( soaked to the bone, but the rain has dwindled to a mere drizzle. it coats her face ).

     ❛ ra pavesh-tor? t'nash-veh patam dash-tor … kup-veh dvun-tor? ❜     she hears her own vulcan - speak, but can’t be bothered to correct herself. the translator embedded in drenched collar will do the work.

        &   the mud seems to seep  &  stick to the soles of his feet,  tacking upon inverse footprints to clod his path downwards.  it’s perhaps unfortunate for her,  he makes it;  his gait rushed  &  unnatural in slope  --------  magnetic meddling,  no doubt.  erik can feel the communicator,  as well as the phaser  &  translator tinseled around her silhouette.  as a witness to the fall,  he now spies upon first the command bars  &  then the edged ears;  quite a black sheep in the ‘fleet, no doubt.  ❛  you tell me, ❜   he says, although his hands are already reaching for the regenerator plastered to his side. 

[rabbittongue]

[mcgnetic]

charles :

            ❝ many people would call us the same. me at least.   ——   does it MATTER how you view THOSE particular humans? ❞            his fingers work in a nervous motion against his palm.

           ❝ admittedly   ——   it isn’t looking great. ❞

     ❛  oh -----  ?  is that how you’re going to put it?  ❜    the line of his mouth twists in a fault, a broad crack that thins his face.  ❛  i think we’ve lowered the bar from looking great at least twice since the moon landing.  ❜

[mcgnetic]

anja :

how BADLY she cares to tell him to go and fuck off, enough so it’s all but BURNING on her tongue, but she DOES need his help. for that, she casts a long, unflinchingly ICY look and sighs. “i need your advice. believe me, i’m not THRILLED to be asking it, but i need to know if i can trust a certain charles xavier. i suspect you know him.” 

     a theatrical twist of long fingers  &  the metal liquefies in the palm of his hand.  he allows it to intermingle with the stain of blood there  &  seep through to the floor.  erik finds himself conflicted, inexplicably; caught off guard  -------   a rare sight in itself.   ❛  ---------   charles?  what could you possibly want from him?  ❜   

[mcgnetic]

        ❛  don’t pull that shit with me, mystique. not you.  ❜ 

       (( @miimicked​  !

[mcgnetic]

         ❛    -----------  kirk.   where have i heard that name before?  ❜

          (( @rexstellarum​ !

[mcgnetic]

               ❛   look at that.  even you would admit  ---------  it’s  pathetic, isn’t it?  ❜

         ((  @ourburden​ !!!

[mcgnetic]

anja :

“i’d ask you MAKE time.” she resists the urge to roll her eyes, nails drumming absently, anxiously against her leg, “doesn’t entirely look as if you’ve much else BETTER to do, i might add.”

   ❛  my time is spent on important things, terzic. what importance have you brought me?  ❜   between his fingers, metal contorts, fluidly solid  ----------   into tessellating, aggravated patterns he doesn’t bother to watch.

[mcgnetic]

                    ❛    --------------------    find someone else to chat with. i’m busy.  ❜

    (( @krivicudo​ !!

[mcgnetic]

       small , quiet starter call 

[hcxcdarch]

i’m gonna go to bed, @mcgnetic is being mean to me. <3

[mcgnetic]

             world’s worst dad™