Erik Magnus Lehnsherr (master_magnus) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2014-06-04 17:54:00 |
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Volatile
Characters: Magnus and Pietro. And Wicked. And the X-Men.
Setting: Pietro's neighborhood NYC
Content: Nothing questionable Lol I lied, he's gonna attack people and stuff
Summary: Magneto needs information and so he pays a surprise visit to his son. But also kidnaps some people and destroys some stuff, aw yeah.
Rumors sometimes took on a life of their own, volatile and as dangerous as any weapon. They could sow unrest and dissent, make martyrs and topple kings. Magneto's ousting was always a distinct possibility; that was a repercussion of his Brotherhood's activities. Threats to his position were constant and inevitable, both from within Genosha and without. The rumors he'd heard did not inspire fear in him for himself or his supremacy, but instead Magnus feared for his people. As frightening as the hearsay was, Magnus knew the reality would mean far worse than simply the end of his rule on Genosha; it would herald the end end for all mutantkind.
He'd been garnering intelligence for months, but all his leads were dead ends and he was no closer to the elusive source than he'd been when he'd first seen reports of the 'accident' in Silicon Valley. It was frustrating. Someone out there, maybe a lot of someones, had the potential to destroy the earth's mutants. Magnus planned to remove their means of doing so. With his best operative, and his greatest chance at infiltration, missing, there was no one in place to get him the facts he wanted from the one place he was sure had answers. The knowledge he sought was with people who would welcome neither his presence nor his particularly savage definition of the proper solution. While they sat on their hands, pursuing a foolish dream, time was running out to rectify the problem before it actually became a problem. If he couldn't find what he hoped for through subtlety, then Magnus would have to employ more direct and destructive measures to achieve his ends.
This last ditch effort at subterfuge brought him, alone and incognito, to New York City. He'd been away for so long that he'd almost forgotten how the place hummed in his veins, metal all around him, above and below. In the buildings and in the earth, in vehicles and electronics. In every human being. Magneto felt it all, a concerto in his head, and he resisted the urge to tear it all down. To rewrite the whole teeming cacophony into whatever notes he damn well pleased. He had that power and the city helped him remember that. Someday, maybe Magnus would rip it all to pieces, but that day was not today. Today he leaned against a brick wall near an apartment building's entryway, his covered head hung low over a newspaper that he read behind tinted glasses, a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. He felt him before he saw him; Magnus knew the iron in his blood, could feel him walking up. "Hello, son," he said, without looking up, waiting there outside of Pietro's home.