amorphic (amorphic) wrote in age_of_miracles, @ 2008-05-15 21:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | mystique |
Narrative: Mystique
Who; Raven Darkholme
When; May 15th, near midnight
Where; Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
What; Mystique's been in and out lately, checking up on all of her contacts and seeing which ones are alive. This one isn't.
It always had to be difficult.
Magneto losing power meant that a good deal of his supporters were under fire. And a good number of Mystique's contacts had come out as Magneto supporters, so ... it's not hard to imagine the position she was in now. Hunting them down one by one and feeling lucky if one of them was alive.
Obsessive, perhaps. A little crazy, hunting them down all over the country, but she needed it. Needed to clear her head. As much as finding a bunch of dead bodies could do that.
She'd gotten there just in time to sit on the edge of a dumpster and turn the man's face toward her. It was one of hers, all right, and he was more than a little bit dead. One more down. Great.
Mystique sighed, shaking her head and letting his face drop back into the trash. "You stupid bastard."