Who: Mystique, ota When: Afternoon Where: Anti-mutant protest What: Culling the herd Warnings: violent
Raven watched from across the plaza as the anti-mutant protests shouted and waved their signs, shrieking God's vengence and blaming the mutants from everything from athlete's foot to the massive earthquakes. Well, she smirked, with the right mutant, they could be right. She pushed off from the wall and walked toward them, skin shifting from a brunette woman to a snake faced man in a sharp suit and that benevolent insipid expression that he used.
"Look at you," he spoke as he strolled forward. "So simple minded, you swallow up anything you hear that makes you feel better about your pathetic wastes of lives, blaming others for your incompetence." The crowd was startled and confused, looking at each other and unsure on what they were hearing. "You'd follow any one who said you were a special snowflake and so important to the world. Pathetic brainless cattle." He scoffed and snubbed. "Frankly, when the mutants take over, and not a minute too soon if I'm to be honest, you all wouldn't even worth keeping as working stock."
The group started to get angry and shout back. How dare their minister and leader say these things! One of the burliest came forward to hit him with his sign and faster than anyone noticed, his head snapped back from a hard kick. Mystique smiled as he fell and shifted back to shocking blue, holding an uzi out with a vicious smile. "Now you be judged for your flaws, meatsacks."