MUSES: CHARACTERS GO HERE. TOPIC: ♫ How do you solve a problem like Maria Mikhail? ♫ DATE/TIME: Monday, 4-16-18 @ 12:40pm. LOCATION: Majesty's Estate (US). RATING: Ssss for Silvercloud.
Majesty's Estate, Veranda: Overlooking Breakstone Lake, the US Majesty's estate once belonged to Magneto, but now served as the home for the current MU leader and her family. Something of a mutant White House. It also provided a hotel of sorts for visiting dignitaries and ambassadors and the like. For the moment, the house was still. No guests, no children, only Silverclouds and Jimmy, the Majesty's bodyguard (who may as well have been one of the family).
Nate had just departed, via the underground moving sidewalk system. Zap and Forge sat outside, looking over the lake and sitting in temporary silence. There wasn't much to say on the subject at hand that hadn't already been addressed. A tattoo; one that had been seen in multiple places of late, on multiple mutants. They were, apparently, unrelated to the Shadowking, specifically. But everyone knew what matching tattoos meant. Unity. It was as simple as that. She and her father had replica tattoos on their bodies in different places. They were anti-possession symbols. Faolan had been given a small stamped version that had healed within a day or two. They symbol wasn't just a form of protection, but something that unified their family. They were loyal to one another. They fought for one another.
Someone had incited a gathering, of either followers or equals, who bore the strange tattoo which connected them as a fellowship. The question on Zap's mind was whether or not these people planned to aid or attack. Her gut said (shouted, rather) the latter. She sighed, visibly, and closed her eyes temporarily, letting the April breeze from the water move over her skin and embracing the sensation.
"I can't say I'm upset he sent that monster back to purgatory..." Eva said quietly to her father. "He's been right about so many things. I wish I understood his motives - his real motives. I want to know his end game." Mikhail had been quite transparent in their meeting hours earlier, it would appear. She just couldn't shake the feeling that there was a larger picture in Mikhail's vision that was out of focus to her. That was unnerving. She was in responsible for many lives and businesses and technologies and an entire race of beings. "I think I'm in too deep. He's made himself invaluable. At this point uprooting him would be stupid and ungrateful."
Real talk time. "Honestly - really - what do you think he's after? He hasn't cared about jack shit since he came here, but now," the past several months or so, "he's balls-deep in informants and favors and punctuality..." she smirked at that. "And he took a bite of my god damned Cinnabon this morning." That was completely irrelevant but needed to be said; obviously.