amorphic (amorphic) wrote in age_of_miracles, @ 2008-03-03 22:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | brave new world, mystique, professor x |
Log: Mystique and Professor Xavier
Who; Raven Darkholme and Charles Xavier
When; March 3rd, evening
Where; Charles' office
What; Mystique calls the Professor to inform him to back off -- or she'll kill Scott. Charles eventually decides to ... well, you'll see.
Charles had located Scott in transit with Cerebro, knew where he was being held, was aware that Scott wasn't dead. And if he wasn't dead? If he wasn't dead, then he was being held by the Brotherhood for a reason and they weren't going to kill him. Not yet. Not until they got in contact to gloat or to make demands.
He was just waiting for that. Sitting in his office, having contacted many of his allies in order to announce what had happened. He was waiting patiently by the phone. No one would dare waltz in these days. ----And he was soon rewarded with a ring.
"Charles Xavier."
"Hello, Charles." Mystique's familiar voice, just ethereal enough to sound menacing without really trying, sounded a little smug.
"Mystique." Meanwhile, Charles's cat, also named Mystique, looked up from where she'd been quietly napping and mewed inquisitively. He reached out and scratched between her ears. "What's the blackmail? I know you have Scott."
"I know what you're doing -- and I suggest you stop. We're fully aware that Cyclops has continued his plans to rally the superheroes of New York City against us and attack at Washington sometime soon. Our cyberpaths pick up anything our agents don't; you couldn't hide from us forever."
Charles shifted slightly in his wheelchair. "I see."
"I'll spare you the rhetoric, then; if you attack us, I will personally kill Scott Summers with my bare hands, if he's lucky."
Charles paused. He knew that this was what she'd say----and he found it hard to believe that she'd said it anyway. It took a moment to really process this. "If he's lucky."
"If he isn't, there are quite a few mutants working here who would love a chance to have a few minutes alone with Cyclops before I get to him."
"Mm." Charles's silence was rather eerie, but he couldn't find anything to say. No empty threats, no banter. Mystique was serious and Charles knew it----and it came down to going forward with his plans and sacrificing the man who was practically his son... or saving his life and sacrificing their one chance to save the nation from Magneto's chaotic and unstable rule. "And will you simply hold him captive indefinitely on the off chance I move forward?"
"If I killed him, he'd be useless as a hostage, now wouldn't he? Unless you move forward, he'll probably continue to live in our basement, unless Rogue decides to take him for a walk or something."
"You wouldn't release him."
"Why would I do that? He would go back to your school, right back to his job, and you would attack us."
"Mm. Astute of you. Well. I've heard you. Thank you." Charles inhaled slowly like he'd speak again... and then he promptly hung up, burying his face in his hands.
Well. There was only one way to move forward.