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“Far more zan I sought vould show up to somesing like zis.” Kurt responded to the woman before he turned his attention to her and took the water she offered with a gentle smile. As he brought the bottle to his lips and drank, he listened to her speak. When she shifted her eyes, however, something in his gut churned and he just knew who he was speaking with. Sure, changing eye colors wasn’t exactly a dead give away, but as she she mentioned she wasn’t ‘planning anything’ it only cemented his gut instinct.

“Rafen…” He stated the name quietly, glancing around before lightly taking her arm and leading them to a little quieter spot away from the brunt of the crowd. “I.. am only going out as God intended for me to be. I haf spent too much time hiding myself for ze comfort of ozers - and somesing like zis varrants being truthful and honest.” He explained.

“Vy are you here?” He asked her bluntly. It was no secret that Raven and her children had a rather… complicated history and relationship.

She does smile when he says her name, though it’s hard to tell what the smile means with her. Of course, as he speaks, the words run deep in her. Despite everything, a wave of pride wells inside her chest hearing what he has to say. Sure, she’s never been the religious type, but the core of what he says are values she’d hoped her children would hold close.

“You’re strong, Kurt,” she says simply, smile softening as she pauses a moment to consider him, “Do be careful if things go south?” She doesn’t pretend that any love would be met in kind by him. Such things had been sacrificed long ago, so she doesn’t go any further down that road, “Irene’s returned,” as if she’d gone out for a stroll, not been dead for decades, “I couldn’t stay away. This is quite a scene to come into town to, though. Does this happen often? Or is Magneto somewhere happily brooding about the chaos?”

#starcrises

The protests raged, but Raven had other people she wanted to see. When she didn’t see Magneto at the protests, she decided to go find him herself. She didn’t come unprepared, and found herself at his door. Since there was such a distraction going on, she risked the moment to shift herself into her blue form, crossing her arms in front of her so as little blue skin could be seen from behind as possible. She didn’t bother calling out after she knocked to proclaim herself, figuring the blue figure would be enough of a hint. After all, he couldn’t really expect she’d stay away with news of him and Anna. She knew he was smarter than that. [ @masterofmagnetismx ]

#starcrises

Who: @annamariexrogue Where: Star City Protests

She followed her daughter from a distance for perhaps 10 minutes before deciding whether or not she’d show herself now or later. If there were less people around, it may have looked odd, but with the numbers that had come out to the protests she wasn’t out of place in this human form. If she wasn’t so curious about the city, she might plan out some elaborate scheme to draw Anna into an alley to speak with her, but she didn’t want to waste time at the moment. She had quite a few questions, so she figured the direct approach was best.

Raven caught up beside Anna, and once she smiled and caught the other’s eyes, her own changed from normal human-looking to the deep golden yellow she normally had. She was careful to do this away from the majority of the cops around, “Hello, darling. Can we talk?” she lets her voice purr in her familiar tones, not matching her human form at all, but that’s alright for the moment.

Who: @daddybamf Where: Star City Protests

How could she resist? The city she just arrived in seemed to be descending into chaos, all in the name of mutant rights. That was Raven’s kind of thing. She stays in the solid middle of the crowd shifted into her current chosen human form, content to watch the overall happenings and chant along... until she sees a flash of blue she had not been expecting.

She knew her children were here, but she hadn’t expected to see them so soon, and she certainly was not upset over it. She keeps an eye on him from afar, waiting until the friends he was around faded away as well. As he seemed to be leaving the crowd, she caught up to him, “Lot’s of people, right?” her smile was innocent and friendly, and the normal looking woman offered him some water, “You’re brave for going out as your true self,” she’s careful, and shifts only her eyes back to their natural yellow, smile forming into a slightly more in character smirk, “but I hope the brave doesn’t end up turning stupid. This could get ugly, you know. And I’m not even planning anything,” she held her hands up, as if that could somehow prove her innocence. Still, for today, she wasn’t lying.

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mystique kills a bunch of capitalists and then she goes home to gaze at the giant portrait of her and her late wife

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#[absolutely goals]#self

You Came Back || Raven & Irene

Who: @adlerdestiny Where: Irene’s place When: Raven’s first night in town.

There is a single person on the planet earth that Raven trusts completely, and that is one Irene Adler. Of course, Raven had been forced to get used to a world without the other for decades now, and truly, though of course she survived, it had been one of the most difficult things to get used to. She did, though their goal never left her mind, and she carried it on, along with become a bit more... intense with her ways to go about things. Since Irene’s death, Raven had busied herself with the good of mutantkind in ways of infiltrating the other side, especially after NOVA had come into the picture in a big way. She’d taken to sabotaging anti mutant politicians as they campaigned, as well as making some bold attempts on their lives. Her last one failed, she was sighted by one person, and she’d been in the wind since.

Now, Raven walked hurriedly down the street in an average human form, the woman she’d been playing as for quite some time now. Rayna Dean, as some knew her, had a rather intense look in her eyes tonight. She pushed past anyone on the sidewalk going too slow for her liking, and once she spotted her destination a block away, she had to resist sprinting. She was so close, and if the address she had was correct, she couldn’t wait much longer. Having so many contacts came in handy when people came back from the dead.

By the time she reached the door, she’d lost any care of what her voice sounded like, and she calls out as she knocks, “Irene?” could anyone blame her tone for sounding a bit desperate? When you manage to get the possible new address of your dead lover, how can you be anything but? “Irene, are you here?”