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[Video] 1st Form
Who: Mystique and open
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Action: Marsiva
When: Now.
[For any that may be watching the new recruit's arrival they would recognize the instant she became conscious, even if she didn't move from the bed. Her form shifted, a change in coloration, blue skin to tanned Caucasian and fiery red hair to glossy blonde. Despite looking like she was still asleep and resting Mystique was hyper aware something was wrong, trying to identify her surroundings through her other senses as she continued to mimic sleep.
Yet several long minutes later after no attack or sounds of another living being, she rose smoothly and cautiously from the bed, eyes darting around to her new surroundings. Her face was stiff, frozen in a forced calm expression while her mind raced to figure out what the hell was going on. It looked like a facility, similar to the one Scott Summers had trapped her in and left her to be experimented on. A flash of white hot rage at the memory shot through her but she quickly shoved it back. She was repay him ten folds for that, but for now she had to focus on what was going on.
Her exploration of the areas was only increasing her frustration and anger, ignoring those others trapped with her for the time and slipping out of their way to try and discover what was going on. Yet it was another discovery that angered her greater than anything else; the augment. She had been chipped, a fucking implant placed in her, and if it wasn't for the information that was ever so slowly trickling through it, to tell her that no, this wasn't a government base holding mutants, or even related to mutants in any way, she would had ripped it right out of her skull. She was still considering it actually.
Instead she looked to find the cameras, the ones she now knew were watching her, unable to keep a snarl from her face as she let her true form show.] Whoever thinks that I'm happy to be part of your little freak show, you're sorely mistaken. Or you will be once I get my hands on you.
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Action: Marsiva
When: Now.
[For any that may be watching the new recruit's arrival they would recognize the instant she became conscious, even if she didn't move from the bed. Her form shifted, a change in coloration, blue skin to tanned Caucasian and fiery red hair to glossy blonde. Despite looking like she was still asleep and resting Mystique was hyper aware something was wrong, trying to identify her surroundings through her other senses as she continued to mimic sleep.
Yet several long minutes later after no attack or sounds of another living being, she rose smoothly and cautiously from the bed, eyes darting around to her new surroundings. Her face was stiff, frozen in a forced calm expression while her mind raced to figure out what the hell was going on. It looked like a facility, similar to the one Scott Summers had trapped her in and left her to be experimented on. A flash of white hot rage at the memory shot through her but she quickly shoved it back. She was repay him ten folds for that, but for now she had to focus on what was going on.
Her exploration of the areas was only increasing her frustration and anger, ignoring those others trapped with her for the time and slipping out of their way to try and discover what was going on. Yet it was another discovery that angered her greater than anything else; the augment. She had been chipped, a fucking implant placed in her, and if it wasn't for the information that was ever so slowly trickling through it, to tell her that no, this wasn't a government base holding mutants, or even related to mutants in any way, she would had ripped it right out of her skull. She was still considering it actually.
Instead she looked to find the cameras, the ones she now knew were watching her, unable to keep a snarl from her face as she let her true form show.] Whoever thinks that I'm happy to be part of your little freak show, you're sorely mistaken. Or you will be once I get my hands on you.
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What?
Fu-- (if the communicator had a cover, it would be slammed shut for a good long time as Rogue has to go calm down.)]
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It's unmistakably Rogue, even if she's six years older than the last time Mystique saw her, even if her make-up now favors dark red lipstick instead of purple and her haircut is at a different angle, there's still no mistaking the recognition and determination in those green-gray eyes.]
Hello, Mystique.
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Yet that voice was unmistakable. Rogue. Turning to the communicator, having taken time during the day to work out how it operated, she glanced at a face both familiar and different. Older or not, she would know the girl anywhere.] Rogue. [Her voice was level, controlled, neutral enough to not let any emotion leak into it.]
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Kitty hasn't had much reason to bring up Mystique to other X-Men she's met so she hasn't heard any stories except that the Erik here knows her and of course what she knows about the version in her world and the less flattering tales of her never made their way to Kitty before the end. She has little reason to suspect anything negative. She's mostly just worried how her Kurt is going to feel about a different version of his Mom. And she does think she's dealing with a different version here if only because of the hair.
She does finally respond though.]
If you can get your hands on them. Intangible enemies are the worst. [Little joke for you. She wonders if this Mystique will recognize her.] They haven't shown themselves in the time I've been here.
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Also? Most of us aren't going to appreciate being called a 'freak show'.
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Well thank you for that insight, it was very informative. [It was said a monotone manner that clearly spoke how little Mystique really appreciated the answer. It wasn't personal, her anger was just so close to consuming her that anything other than having someone to blame right in front of her was going to leave her seething.]
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Didn't sound like you were asking for information. I can provide basically everything we know here, if you need it, but some people prefer to just dig through the network archives for themselves.
[The offer's genuine, at least, even if she doesn't think too highly of this weird person.]
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However, the chance to get information was enough for Mystique to swallow back the need to bark out a snappy answer, holding her tongue as she seemed to considering the offer.] I'd appreciate that. [It was the closest she was going to get to a 'thank you' or 'please'.]
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It's her demand at the end that really rings as 'other' to Erik. Not that he disagrees with the sentiment. Even so... it's been half a year since he last saw Mystique, in the aftermath of the Sentinels and the wound from her bullet still in his neck. It's with mixed feelings that he finally responds in video form, testing the waters.]
You're not likely to get a response from them.
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But that voice is so very close to his mother's when she was furious that it reminds him of every time in the first war an enemy had come close to killing him. She'd always been there, guns blazing and snarling like a lioness. 'This is not your mother,' he reprimands himself, closing his eyes tightly. By the time Kurt's pulled himself enough together that he feels safe answering, a few people already have--including Rogue. Fuck.
Kurt leaves the video off, but doesn't try to disguise his voice. Let's see how observant she is.] They don't respond to threats, and you won't make any friends by calling us all freaks. Though you calling anyone that is terribly ironic.
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Unfortunately what Mystique did pick up from Kurt was not his voice or tone, but what he said, it relighting that fire that had started to be moved to the back burning for what she thought he was implying.] What exactly do you mean by that? That I shouldn't point out the obvious, being put on display for the entertainment of others? Yes, I'm so sure I would be a candidate if I looked like this. [Her image merged back into the blonde she had been before, yet that look of pure rage stayed. Mystique had been through it before. She would never admit it to anyone, but she knew what it was like to be paraded around, pointed at and taunted, laughed at. It no longer brought up the fire that it had burned through her for years after the fact. Now icy, frigid, a constant sting that never vanished and which acted as a constant reminder of the pain humans had caused her and her kind.]
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How did you accomplish that transformation? Is it a holographic illusion?
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[Wait, he's likely being rude. Can't have that.]
Forgive me. Doubtless my questions are prying and unwelcome. I am Daneel Olivaw.
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That face... He had last seen in frozen in stone and shattering into pieces. He thought that he would feel relieved if she would be alive again, but now he feels that's wrong. Maybe there's some relief somewhere in there, but it's mixed with fear and dread and worry and hurt.
All that comes out of him at first is surprise.]
N-no way... It can't be...!
[Oh but it can, Kurt. Oh but it can.]
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[Mom.]
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