All the pulses of the world. Characters: Magnus, Xavier Setting: Genosha Content: Nothing bad Summary: Magnus and Xavier have their bicentennial get together.
Eighty-four. Hrm. Magnus considered his reflection as he stared in a mirror and adjusted his tie, he supposed that he didn't look eighty-four. He felt it. He felt older, really. Tired. With a sigh he straightened and then took up his helmet from the dresser top to examine it carefully. "Old friend," he murmured and donned the helmet. Xavier ought to be on his way. Charles always visited on his birthday and he on Charles'. Never mind that they were enemies. Never mind that he had two agents in Xavier's school. No matter that Pietro and Lorna were even now on a mission that might put them in the path of Xavier's X-Men. For the few hours he was here, they were simply comrades, with no bad blood between them. Just an amiable lunch and a friendly game of chess and nostalgic discussions of the way things might have been. What Charles might have achieved or the perfect utopia which Genosha ought to have become. Ignore all failures, ignore the terrorism, ignore all past animosity. Yes, just two old friends. Magnus finished dressing and went down into the library to set up the chess board and await Xavier's arrival.