x.

i am here. I have always been here.

[moiirax]

@magnetiik​

Moira X played the long game. It went on for lifetimes; centuries that blurred into one another. Ten, so far. According to Destiny, she was nearing the end of her potential cycles. Was Moira afraid? She had died so many times that death didn’t scare her. The blazing void was intimidating, but Moira would face it as she had for the last ten lifetimes. Death, she knew, came with the absence of control. She had learned to love control over time; even in the background, pulling the strings, Moira found power. 

That power was no longer enough.

Her anger at both Erik and Charles was righteous. She had worked intimately with both over her different spans, but it was Charles she had been close with during this life. Moira loved Charles, in her own way. She loved him as a man who would live, die and start again in an oblivious fog of fresh possibility. Erik, she saw differently. It was Erik’s armchair she was in, one leg crossed over the other. There had been precautions, of course, Moira was forbidden from moving across the Island freely.

“I worry for Charles, you know.” She poured two fingers of whiskey for the both of them. “Wearing that target on his head, as genius as it is. But that’s another topic altogether. Destiny.” Moira paused. “You promised me she’d be gone. You’d get rid of her. But she’s here. She’s breathing. She’s on the Council. Do you not understand the threat she poses?” Both to Krakoa and to Moira. Her vendetta against the mutant remained strong. One didn’t easily forget being burned alive, after all. Moira rose and moved to the window, staring out at the dusk covered Island.

“I’ve given this Island everything I have. My entire life. Will you not do everything in your power to protect it?”

[moiirax]

magnetiik​:

“I presume you’re here for a reason?”

“i want to speak with you and charles.” moira hadn’t risked leaving the no-space for nothing. “we can’t go on like this.”

[moiirax]

gxmbiit​:

“Burned alive?” the face he made was not a happy one. “How much do you remember these lives?”

“In all fairness, I was being a raging bitch.” There was a mirthless laugh before Moira rose, hands brushing against her pants before folding in front of her. “There is a moment, in the womb, of quiet. Quiet and then it all returns. I remember it all. Even my many, many failures I’d love nothing more than to forget.”

[moiirax]

magnetiik​:

Erik nodded in agreement. “I have no objection to that. I’m inclined to trust your judgement in such matters. As much as I’d love to believe I have all the answers, I have been taught time and time again that I do not.”

“One doesn’t desire to be forgotten, but I’d be remiss if I allowed Krakoa to fall because of my own selfishness.” There were some lifetimes Moira had gotten close with Erik. As close as she was with Charles in some, really. Other times she tried to avoid him entirely. This middle ground worked well. “You live as many years as me and you think you know. Then, something new transpires. I am repeatedly humbled.”

[moiirax]

wreakhavk​:

“Seriously?” Alex raised an eyebrow, “I mean, I heard the rumors, but I thought those were just rumors. How is he? Is he okay?”

“Charles is - and has always been - incredibly resilient.  He’s taken the whole affair in an impressive stride. His return means we can can right the mutants that were set astray. Everyone lost someone, it seems.”

[moiirax]

wreakhavk​:

“I don’t care what Sinister believes, I just want to know why everyone trusts him to do what he says he’s going to do – I mean, come on. Look at the guy. And don’t say her name any louder, she’s like a hawk, that woman.”

“His capes certainly are... extravagant. I’ve had my reserves, I’ll admit, but the Council made a vote. Although I do not sit on it I do support their actions.” Moira shook her head. “The devotion to Peter is commendable. Your team may seem a bit disjointed, Alex, but I can assure you that every mutant on the roster is valuable.”

[moiirax]

d-anvers​:

“You have a weird outlook on it. Forgiving and forgetting only works when you want it to.” 

“Sometimes I change between lives. Other times, I know what works for me. Perception has become rather sticky.”

[moiirax]

blackct​:

“Or, perhaps, your nation isn’t as safe as you all make it out to be.” Though she was happy to have the mutants out of New York for the most part, it was tiresome to constantly hear of their hardships.

“Perhaps, at the end of the day, Krakoa is not your concern.” Although light still, a solid undertone now laced between the words. Firm, not annoyed. “That, in some ways, is the folly of man. Curiosity, unsated. We’re best suited to tend to our interests at a certain point.” In other words: fuck off.

[moiirax]

hellxer​:

He swallowed a sigh. “That’s the key then. Talking. Sounds boring.” He wouldn’t necessarily say it was all Krakoa, but he saw her point. “Who would’ve guessed. And what’s your point in all of this?”

“Balance.” She corrected him. “Unity. It will never be just one thing. But me? To an extent, I am Krakoa. The idea began a lifetime ago. Now I’m just here to advise on what I’ve learned.”

[moiirax]

c-yxlops​:

It’d been more rhetorical than anything, but Scott appreciated the refresher.  “You die and we all go poof. Charles disappearing was enough to risk it all.” Her mention of the UN had Scott shoving his hands in his pocket and pacing the small distance. “We don’t have Eve or Hope. We don’t have Charles. Making it right sounds like a funeral.” 

“Too many times there has been the mistake of rushing headlong into situations that should be carefully deliberated. What we do, Scott, we do not need to do this second. There’s too many here who don’t know how to forget.” That many included Moira herself, cursed to remember it all again and again. “There will be no more funerals on Krakoa.”

[moiirax]

wulfsbne​:

As much as she tried to hold in everything that had been building up over the past chaotic month or so, Rahne felt her cheeks get hot, moisture brimming at the corners of her eyes. “As well as I can be, I- I guess.” Be strong, Rahne. Be strong. “H- how’ve you--” swallowing heavily, Rahne attempted to finish her sentence, but found she couldn’t.

“Alive.” The smile that passed Moira’s lips was gentle. She had aged lifetimes again and again. While loss was always present for her, there were times she had to be reminded how fresh it could be for some. “And if that’s as well as you can be, then you’re doing just fine.” Her hand briefly cupped the girls cheek before Moira stepped away. “I don’t often take visitors, but I don’t want to be out much longer. Would you like to come to the No-Space with me for tea?”

[moiirax]

wicctastic​:

“So how many lives before this one?” It was a curiosity thing for him – not that he wanted to pry. “And why is this the one – or do you not know?”

“Ten. Well, nine. This is the tenth.” The tenth, and she only had a few left. As tired as Moira was and as much as she craved rest, her work was yet to be done. “I’ve hoped they were all the one but there has always be some obstacle or hinderance. This time, however, has promise. There’s more unity than I’ve seen before.”

[moiirax]

psionicmoonstar​:

“if we’re being honest living without memories was kind of freeing–infuriating, but freeing. don’t get me wrong, i’m glad i’m…me again, it was just…less complicated.”

Moira couldn’t relate. Her mutation had molded her mind into a trap where her own memories always hung heavily. The idea of forgetting might have scared some, but it was tempting to the woman who was cursed with remembrance. She didn’t want to remember failures and death, the never ending cycle that just kept spinning. But Moira didn’t say that. She just smiled and said, “I could see how that would be true. We’re glad to have you back. How do you feel?”

[moiirax]

doctorxavier​:

“due to a enigmatic events, I was thrown into the multiverse and cerebro was lost along the way. the good news is that the back ups of the mutant mind maps still exist in multiple places, the unfortunate news is that until we can either recover the helmet or make a new one, new back ups are unable to be processed. regardless, what we have built thus far is far from perishable. once cerebro is restored it will be back to regularly scheduled back ups and memory restoration. we resurrected those we lost in the explosion without memories because we figured it was better to bring them back to their loved ones now while we wait for cerebro, than to leave them dead in the mean time.”

After the whirlwind that had been the rescue of Charles Xavier, Moira had taken to reclining on one of the couches at the House of X where the Professor resided. Although relief had flooded her chest upon learning that he was still alive, Moira’s movements were still limited. The world knew she existed but they had to keep her from it all the same. Instead she had to wait for him to return and after checking to see if he was harmed had sat back and let him compose his speech. “It sounds wonderful,” Moira uncrossed her legs so that she could lean forward. “I know Erik will want to see you too. There’s an unfortunate amount to go over, as you know. Between the deaths, resurrections and the fact that the world now knows I’m not dead we have our hands full.” Rising, Moira crossed the room to gently drop her hands on Charles’ shoulders. They had known each other a long time and played a variety of roles. Friends, lovers, partners, teammates. Right now there was just concern in her eyes. “You need food and I spend a lot of time in the No-Space honing hobbies. I’ll prepare something.”

[moiirax]

wulfsbne​:

Rahne did have questions, but those were best saved for another time. Wordlessly she surged forward and enveloped the other woman in a hug, “I don’t care how many lives, I’m just so glad you’re okay.”

It had been a long time she had been touched. Moira had, at certain times, a husband and a son, a lover and friends. Her ( partially ) self imposed exile had robbed her of all that but she was not touch starved. Ten lives had turned Moira to steel and she could resist the craving of contact. Still, when Rahne’s arms were around her Moira felt herself soften before she leaned into the embrace. Two decades earlier she had helped ease a screaming mass into the world, a child whose path had crossed with hers once more. “It’s good to see you, Rahne.” Moira sighed before leaning back to take the girl in. Her hands remained on the gingers shoulders, their bodies still connected even though dark eyes searched her face. “You look well. How are you holding up?”

[moiirax]

wreakhavk​:

“Moira– you’re looking - lively as ever. I’m fine, thanks for asking. Although I’m not too fond of the rest of the Odd Squad, but I guess I don’t really have much choice in the matter.”

“How funny.” A sliver of an amused smile toyed at  the older woman's lips at the joke. “I’m glad to hear it. The team may be unconventional, but Sinister believes you can do a good thing together. Besides, Nanny seems like quite an interesting teammate to have.”

[moiirax]

powersucker​:

“that’s the american government for you.” rogue sighed. “unfortunately ah feel like it’s just gonna get worse before it gets better.”

“In every life I’ve lived it’s remained a roadblock instead of an assistance. It’s disappointing, but I’ve done this too many times to be surprised. As terrible as it is, you’re right. We need to be scared by how terrible it can become to drive ourselves to make it better.”