Erik Lensherr (the_better_man) wrote in beaconhills_, @ 2013-09-22 20:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | elle bishop, erik lensherr |
Who: Erik Lensherr and Elle Bishop
When: Afternoon
Where: Town diner
What Random meeting
Rating: Low to medium
Status: Closed, in progress
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Erik Lensherr, also called Magneto, had been pleased that his Raven had shown up here in this town. At least now there was a familiar face. Someone he knew and vice versa. He also thought it a good idea for him to help her recruit people into their unique group. One idea he'd propose was to have her enrolled into the high school. It'd be a perfect cover. She looked young enough to pass for a student and thus may have access to others and even maybe make friends in there. But mostly be on the lookout for anyone with special abilities like themselves. And if they also believed as they did too, all the better to invite them into the fold. Another good thing about Mystique's talents, Erik knew she could take the shape of anyone else as well, whether student or faculty, if the need arose for it. But mostly his plan was to find more members for now. As to a job, that would be another issue. He didn't want some mundane task where he was serving humans, least only temporarily. Perhaps he could work in the school, maybe a teacher assistant, or one of the workers in the building. Ahh well, something to ponder later.
He decided to have a small lunch in a diner he had found while walking in town, wearing his grey slacks, dark shirt, and burgundy jacket. He had a sandwich which was mostly eaten, little left but a piece of crust. His drink was mostly done as well and he was reading over the newspaper. Not much going on in the town. Yet, at least, far as he could tell. There was a section on high school sports for.. lacrosse, was it? Odd. He had thought Americans partook in football as the main sport. Back in the 1960s anyway. This was different, it seemed. Bored for the moment, he set a quarter on the table. Holding it with the thumb and first finger, he gave a light twist, after which it spun, and spun in a steady circle. Fast, fast. Then the momentum slowed as usual, and slower, til it just fell lightly on its side. He repeated the process and again it spun. But instead of falling as was the natural effect? He idly pointed a finger down at it... and the coin continued to spin. Never stopping, not even slowing, oddly maintaining the speed. A minor twitch, and it moved a bit on the table, but still spinning. And then? A 'stop' gesture and the metal quarter was still. Standing on its side. Not moving or falling. Held there by his own will and intent.