Re: Bringing those new musings... "Don't call them that."
So lived and died the reign of J'moy. God save the Queen.
"So ripping someone from their body would be easier than just letting me go there?"
"Yes." Nate answered plainly and without a hint of sarcasm. "But it's not because you aren't capable." He explained, she was simply too important to him. And her children... and the kingdom.
The pair of magical beings prepared plans that furthered what had been discussed at the small council meeting, and that filled Nate's sails with a fresh gust of wind. Despite the relatively private affair the small group of advisers were, the mutant felt his one on one time with the queen was much more productive. They both had new goals to attain, which included possible pensieves and gullible canaries... or helpful volunteers.
"I wish it could harness magical osmosis."
"Eva," Nate started, eyes focused on the new monarch with a troubled brow. "I know you're used to being the best of the best," the electrokine had willed herself into a technopath, then risen to the top of the technological world. Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, and Princess Shuri were among her peers. She'd sacrificed part of that to restart her major, so to speak, and the results had been fantastic - even if Eva wasn't always convinced. "When I met you..." Nate allowed one of the small smiles he normally saved for his son to appear on his face when he spoke of Zap. "You couldn't even create a mage in that poorly DM'd Dungeons and Dragons group you participated in." He reminded her - out of love. "Now you're literally the Goddess of Magic and despite what you think that wasn't simply bestowed on you. Magic abilities skip generations for a reason, some people just aren't cut out for it. And simply because the Allfather ordains something doesn't mean it sticks." Nathaniel explained, "I've read the histories. Before Odin hung himself upside down for two weeks and had a series of frankly, bullshit fever dreams - he didn't know who to give what to. You know the name of the first god of thunder? No one does, because he blew himself up."
"Okay, sorry." The adviser realized he'd probably made his point and she probably didn't want a lecture. "Just don't doubt yourself. You should have more confidence than two people who walk around calling themselves J'moy." They started toward the door. The dark mage paused though, turned and went back toward the window. He faced Zap again and noticed the same light bounce of her crown and this time into his other eye. "Wow." He blinked then walked back toward the door. "I needed symmetry." He explained with a smirk.