#magneticrage

[qxeenofnight]

@magneticrage // cont.

"What. You looked stunned. Never been called pretty before?" She laughs softly. "You're the guy I keep hearing about. At least whispers from other people. They.. Don't like something like you. I think you and I may have something in common."

[itsagentzero]

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"Yeah, I'm a mutant," he stated simply in response to the other. Granted, the more accurate answer would be to say he was the clone of a mutant, but he doubted his company would care too much for technicalities.

"The real question, though, is why do you know that? And even more importantly, why would you care?"

[detectivewoof-a]

@magneticrage || sc!

In hindsight, he probably should’ve been better prepared for little... oopsies like this. Managing to half stumble his way back to his van was probably thanks to muscle memory. So was apparently dragging himself into pants, thank God... 

Was it a miracle that his camper hadn’t been towed off the side of the road for being there for the last 25(?) hours? Or was this guy coming up about to do that? Fuck if Manny knew beyond the bloodied haze in his ears and the rush behind his temple. 

“Hey--” Or as much of a hey as one could manage from essentially sitting against their car. “I’ll leave just—gimme a moment...” 

[halofcrged]

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The old mutant paused at the question, his back to the man as he contemplated whether or not to be entirely honest with him. Though it seemed he'd already decided, turning back, he craned his neck up a little to meet his gaze. "I am Erik Lehsnherr." He told him firmly, notably not offering a hand in greeting as he simply remained largely unmoving, fingers clasped together behind his back. "Though some know me as Magneto." Casually, he began to take a few firm steps, momentarily glancing back to the man as he went. "You will come to no harm, I assure you. I'm simply offering... assistance, in a world that quivers in the face of those who are... different."

There came a twitch, an almost smile that played over John's lips as he watched the stranger -- Erik -- at the implication that he might somehow be intimidated by the stranger. His gaze followed the steps, the movements. Assessing. Not a soldier, but there was a bearing. One used to being obeyed. "See, I don't know your face, and that name, that means nothing to me, so how is it that you came to be under the impression that I fall into the category of -- different? Or, better yet, that you've got anything at all that might be of use to me?"

[illbringthechaosmagic]

[ rescue ] sender carries receiver to safety

@magneticrage

Wanda was sure that she had been about to die in that moment. While she had managed to get everyone else out of the building before it had started to crumble in on itself, there hadn't been enough time to get out herself. And so she had resigned herself to that fate. At least that was until she felt herself being scooped up into someone's arms and flown out. Peering round, she was surprised to see his face.

"I didn't think you were here."

[krasnayavedma]

She hadn't been able to sleep that night. After spending some time in the company of her books instead of her thoughts, Wanda got out of bed in favor to make her favorite chamomile tea when her green eyes fell upon him, causing her to stop for a moment. She hadn't expected anyone being up at such an hour. Seeing her father awake and seemingly deep in thought, she was initially hesitant to say anything lest she bother him.

Even so, it still hadn't stopped the witch from approaching quietly after a few heartbeats and make her offer. She secretly reveled in those treasured moments of spending time with him, no matter what. Besides, she figured there couldn't be any harm in asking. The worst thing he could do was turn her away — which she almost thinks is the case when she hears his initial avoidance. It makes her wonder what was on his mind.

However, to her comfort, he agrees and she takes a breath. Wanda returns his smile and complies with his request to sit, her green eyes tired but filled with concern for her father. ❝ You should be resting, too, Pappa, ❞ she says gently. ❝ What's bothering you? ❞ Could she have used her abilities to explore his mind? Maybe. Was she going to? Absolutely not. She wouldn't dare do that to him, of all people — or her siblings for that matter. Instead, she tentatively reaches to place her hand atop of his, a small gesture to let him know he could speak his mind freely when he was ready, and she wouldn't go anywhere.

@magneticrage / continued !

[hexsreality]

💌 I just think you’re amazing

Symbols for the mun ⤷ Accepting!!

No! You're amazing! That said, thank you so much! It means a lot to me coming from you.

[fangsforhire]

magneticrage bared their pretty throat : ❛ They see what they’ve been told to see. ❜

‘You mean by society? Yeah. No shit.’

It was common knowledge that from a young age humans were easily influenced by each other. The extreme’s they’d go to to fit in, truly baffling to him. ( He had always been independent and stood out from the crowd, appreciating individuality above all else. ) He cared very little about the latest trends or fashion, refusing to conform to anyone’s ideals. 

He’d already been there and done that and while he could understand peer pressure, he believed one had to truly have no sense of self, to be led astray by the likes of the media. ( These days things were publicized and shoved in your face, and a lot of it was a matter of perspective. ) Mutants had been dragged through the mud, but it hadn’t really surprised him. People always demonised what they didn’t understand. Fear brought out the worst in everyone.

‘They follow the flock like sheep. There's only a few willing to look past their bloody nose. Irks me right off.’