Who: Mystique OT Sinister What: Mystique returns to the Hood with some slightly disturbing news. When: Monday morning Where: Omega Base Warnings: none atm
She'd been gone several months though she doubted many people had noticed her absence. She'd never been terribly social. Hard to be social when you generally had so little in common with those around you.
Her previous stay at the Haven had been such an occasion. The children there were just that. Children. Including her own, which had come as something of a shock. She'd like to say that it had been the shock that had made her so eager to leave on the assignment Erik had offered her, but in truth that had only been part of it. She was antsy to get back to her own search for her only true friend and she'd recognized this as her best chance to do that. Maybe she'd have better luck in Europe than in the US. Possibly. She could hope.
But as the days had turned to weeks and the weeks to months and she was still no closer to finding Destiny, she'd decided she might as well pack it in and go back to report what she had managed to find. It wasn't much, but it was something, and it was something that Erik had felt was best addressed by someone she hadn't met. Someone who had apparently joined their cause after her own departure.
Still, from what Erik had told her of the good doctor, he was responsible for the Cure to the Cure. That meant that he was responsible for saving the life of her son, no matter how little regard she had for the child. She just hoped Erik was right in thinking that he would also be able to make sense of what she'd found on her little excursion.
Knocking on the door to Dr. Moreau's office, she waited politely, not wanting to interrupt him if he was busy, but impressed by Erik's sense of urgency that the Doctor be made aware of her findings.