Who: Mystique OT Charles and Wisdom What: Passing on some information When: Sunday Afternoon Where: Haven Warnings: TBD
Mystique hadn't been at Haven for months. Indeed, she had never intended to return. Too much had happened here, too many memories and too much pain. Too many new faces here, and too many old faces she knew she wouldn't see again.
Of course, then there were the old faces she didn't want to see again. The ones who didn't agree with her, who thought her take on baseline humans to be, well, base. Charles had been one such. He valued humanity, wished to see himself as one of them, or as their protector in a strange way. Mystique might have allowed them to live and let live at one point, but that point had passed. She had seen too much, knew too much. Human nature was unchanging, as it always had been. The same set of ethics that had allowed the Nazis to do what they had to the Jews allowed these new Nazis to begin again on mutants. With better technology and frighteningly better results.
But that was what Erik planned to stop, and what he had sent her to Charles to talk about since he was no longer welcome here. Neither was she, in truth, but she had an advantage in getting into places. Including cornering Charles in his office if it came down to that.
Not that she thought it would.
She'd very carefully assumed her face for today as one of those who had been around Haven the longest, one who would therefore blend in, and also one who had some access to the professor. With that carefully assumed face, she went to his office and told his manservant (butler, secretary, whatever he wanted to be called) that she needed to see the professor urgently. It was a matter of life or death.
The man had nodded to a chair and gone into Charles's inner sanctum, and Mystique had sat down to wait. Not terribly patiently, but then that wasn't out of keeping for someone on a life or death mission, either.