Who: Mystique and Magneto What: Just a friendly chat. When: Dec 30th, late morning Where: The Chess and Checkers house in Central Park, where all the badasses sad old men hang out. Rating: Awesome TBD
Raven had put it off long enough. She'd been watching him intermittently during the two and a half weeks that had passed since their chance meeting. Logan had confirmed the rumors that Erik had been depowered, but she was smarter than Erik in (at least) one way. She understood that, even without his abilities, he was a threat. Beyond that, there was the very real possibility that Erik's powers were already back, if he had been cured during his big fight on Alcatraz.
Caution was key, and given the fact that Magneto was under constant surveillance, it hadn't been hard at all to just fit in with the other people pretending not to be watching him. He seemed to be, unsurprisingly, a creature of habit. He always had been stubborn and set in his ways, and apparently now that included daily outings to play chess in the park. That day, she'd put on the friendly face of the elderly man who'd lived upstairs in an apartment she'd had in France back in the early 1950's, bundled up appropriately, and headed out to the park.
Erik wasn't hard to find, and she paused at the entrance to the playing area, steeling herself before continuing on. She'd already spoken to him since, but that had been different. Then she was merely Raven Darkhölme, a worthless, frail, aging human. Now... now she was more. She was powerful again. Smiling to herself, she moved forward, steps smaller and more deliberate to match her elderly form. Erik was seated alone, and she stood beside his table, smiling politely and gesturing toward the game pieces. "May I?"