Beyond Evolution

bolshoy
beyond_evo

Mikhail stood on a rock that served as a platform. There was little inside the cave system that could serve this purpose; too many twists and turns, too many low ceilings. He remembered fondly of living below Theia Prime's surface—all of their planning and battle strategies, the constant rendezvous with lieutenants and various officers elected through their battle-might, the hope that surged with every victory—Mikhail took it all in again. This was where he belonged, that constant buzz of praise and hope shouldered on him. He didn't know how to be anything else but the Chosen One. It gave him purpose.

And now the Worldly Avatar held something dear to him, someone he wouldn't speak out loud. He was also viciously paranoid of what he didn't know. It had been five years after all; spies were a concern. Any face he couldn't immediately place caused his suspicion to rear. Keeping Xavier's people out of the loop was a precaution, not a stubborn choice. But they never did look past their own noses. Their complaints were, as he had said, unnecessary.

( But tonight, they had a plan. )

[ OPEN TO THE DIMENSION TRAVELLERS. Feel free to use this as a reaction post or general conversations, or if you want to talk to Mikhail. No promises.]