X-2012 Mod (x_mod) wrote in x_2012, @ 2010-02-26 02:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | magneto |
Charles, Magneto and the MRA
Who: Magneto (Narrative)
What: Digesting the news
When: Late Thursday evening
Where: Haven Gym
It was well past the time when Erik should have been settled into bed with a book, enjoying the satisfaction of a day well spent. That was, however, the furthest thing from his mind. The silver haired man was angry to the point of restlessness, and while he knew the reasoning for it all, he could not fight down the feelings of betrayal and disgust. Rather than attempting to force himself to stay in bed and count how much time had passed since he should have been asleep and worrying that his powers might snap and distort something metallic if he did get any sleep, he had dressed in comfortable clothing and relocated to the gym. Erik usually preferred to run the 'regular' way, but between the cold and the darkness, he resigned himself to occupying a treadmill. The machine worked away under his running shoes as a frown fixed firmly upon his lips.
Charles had returned to the Haven earlier that afternoon looking utterly haggard, and Erik had been immediately concerned. Charles was a strong man, he had seen difficult things and made sacrifices, Erik could not imagine what could possibly rattle his old friend so deeply. The two men quickly locked themselves away behind closed doors in order to discuss matters in private without upsetting any of the residents. Ever faithful Cooper stood quietly near the door as the two settled in beside a window, watching the snow fall in a heavy silence.
"I registered."
Erik chuckled at what he believed was a morbid joke. A moment later, his expression twisted into a look of horror and anger. So powerful was his reaction that Cooper stepped quickly forward to try and protect Xavier. Erik had no intentions of harming his colleague, but from his look of indignation, one would be hard pressed to believe it. He always had been given to dramatics.
"You what?" He gasped, rising quickly to his feet, suddenly unable to stay in one spot. "You registered? You gave into that disgusting law and let them catalog you like some animal? Charles, old friend, how could you?" Erik's rant ended quickly as he simply ran out of worlds. The sorrow in his eyes said far more than his lips ever could.
Charles explained, reminded, and preached in that way that Charles always did. His work for the government not only helped keep the Haven funded, but bought them time. Making the deal with the devil made the Haven that much safer for the people she protected. Charles had been called in to read the mind of a group of suspected terrorist, and had been less than gently reminded that the window for registration expired expired in three short days. Charles had been sick to his stomach as he filled out the forms, but it had to be done. They needed the connections, the money and the bit of protection it bought them.
In his usual form, Erik had crisply told Charles not to lecture him. They stood, looking one to the other until Erik could take it no more. "They do not need to know." Without another word, he left the room. "They," of course, were those living in the Haven, but he knew that sooner or later, they would know. Things were overheard, rumors started, people talked. Erik was opposed to the law, it disgusted him, enraged him, and he did not want anyone under his care to think that such a law was justified, nor should a thing be conformed to under any circumstance. Now, he understood why Charles had insisted they announce a position of neutrality but protection to those at the Haven.
Simply thinking back on the discussion was causing Erik's temper to spike again, and the rack of weights closest to him to rattle. Briefly, he closed his eyes and focused himself, attempting to both calm his mind and pull his powers back under his control. He pushed the button to increase the speed of the treadmill twice and forced himself to run through his anger. At least, he comforted himself, the gym was empty that night, and he was able to deal with his thoughts and his anger in peace.