Power is my mistress. Characters: Magneto, Regan Setting: A beach in Genosha Content: Nothing questionable Summary: It's time Lady Mastermind be unleashed on the world
There were many ranks within the Brotherhood, mutants on the island, mutants out in the world undercover. Some of them Magnus met with regularly, others he rarely saw. The more powerful the mutant the more likely they could get personal meetings with the Master of Magnetism fairly frequently. Of course with recent events and seclusion during the viral zombie rampage he'd had fewer opportunities to meet with anyone. The world was righting itself now, however, and the machinations of Magneto and the Brotherhood would carry on. Magnus was devoting the day to touching base with the upper echelons of his organization, listening to what they had to say and discussing their options for missions. There were any number of injustices out in the world that required the Brotherhood's particular brand of righting.
On the beach below the clifftops that had once held his home Magnus stood, staring out at the sea. His people had been instructed to come to him one by one. He had no desire to be inside anywhere. The day was warm, the sky cloudless and a breeze rippled over the waves to brush over Magnus' face before it eased away over the sand. Genosha had, even on its people's darkest days, never stopped being beautiful. Magneto would never lose this place, he decided. He could lose his home, his children, his soldiers but not this land, this Utopia. That was his. Someday the rest of the world would be, too.