driftfleet | [Video] 1st Form

Who: Mystique and open
Broadcast: Fleetwide video
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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Not removable. It gets messy if you try. And we tried.

Do you have any idea who I am?

[That was not the answer Mystique wanted. The implant was like a constant itch, she was super aware of it's placement, of it pushing against her skin.] No, I don't. [There was something to her tone that she didn't really care either.]

Hmm. Fair enough. [Not exactly offended. That's how these things fall.]

Who are you in a hurry to get back to?

Who? [That, that question was not going to get answered, not seriously at least.

Yet it was then Mystique realized, what was she rushing back for? Her last memory was of being trapped in stone, her mind going blank and... was she dead? Was this hell? Strange, she expected something far more fiery and a certain red furred 'demon' waiting for her.

Then again, she never truly believed in hell. She couldn't be dead, there would be nothing, no some fairy tale about Heaven or Hell.] I don't like being held against my will and treated like a subject to watch. [Her tone turning more dark and quite than the previous shouting.] No mutant should.

[No answer on that part, hmm? She didn't exactly expect one, though it might have helped a few things fall into place if she had.]

No mutant does. [She was pretty confident she could answer for them on that point at least.] I don't think the others do either.

[Those three little words worked magic, a balm to calm Mystique and bring her back on more solid ground. Another mutant, and more than one in this place.] How many of us are there?

[That is the desired result, but she's a little surprised and maybe unsettled by how easy it was.] Ten with you I think. Not that I took a poll. I just recognize other X-Men.

[Mystique was barely able to stop herself from rolling her eyes. X-Men, of course, ugh.] How wonderful. [Yet her tone said otherwise. Having Xavier's brain washed children around would not be helpful. Then again, it could be worse, it could be the Brotherhood. Those boys were completely useless.

There was suddenly a very important question to ask in regards to that answer, careful to keep her voice very neutral.] Does that include Rogue and Kurt?

[She's almost surprised Mystique hasn't already heard from them, but then Kitty knows she stalks the network harder than most, always wanting to be on top of what's going on in the fleet.]

Do you want them to be? [She's feeling less generous with the information after that reaction to her team name.]

No. [This was jail, was it not? Forced here to be spectacles for an unknown audience? No. Plus they were needed back home for... well, work without her now it would seem. Just because she was stuck here didn't mean the world could just fall apart, there was still a lot to be done and a lot to prevent.]

Then you're going to be disappointed.

What's your association with the X-Men? [She caught that tone before.]

[Damn, yet it couldn't be helped. If they were also stuck here then, well she didn't know what then. There was no plan for being drawn into whatever the hell this place was.

Leaving those thoughts for a later time, Mystique cast a look to Kitty.] I'm not on their Christmas card list. [That was a nice way of putting it.]

[These answers aren't filling her with confidence.] I'm more of a Hanukkah girl myself.

I take it you have some sort of association with the X-Men then, considering your question. [One of Xavier's previous students maybe, or a link to the team somehow that Mystique wasn't aware of.]

[She switches the feed to private.]

I am one of the X-Men, Raven. And back home you worked with us sometimes. [Not an X-Man exactly, but an ally. And the mother of a good friend.]

'I' don't, [Let's make that very clear to start with.] And it's Mystique. [As far as she was concerned 'Mystique' was her real name, Raven was reserved only for Irene to use.

Yet this did strike up her curiosity again, since she believed she knew all of the X-Men.] Who are you?

[Yeah, she's worried about Kurt here.]

Kitty Pryde. Or Shadowcat if you really want to be formal.

[Mystique stared long and hard at the screen with that reveal, before finally talking.] Is that so? [Yet it was really rhetorical in nature than a real question.

Interesting, very interesting.] Can see your concerns regarding my position on the X-Men then.

[She watches the woman for a moment.] Did the name ring a bell?

Yes, one of Xavier's students, a girl capable of phasing through matter. I can only assume that covers your mutation at well.

You got it. Do I really look that different?

It's not just your physical appearance. [The girl was light years away from what the Kitty Pyrde of her world. This one, this one seemed more observant, something Mystique would have to be more careful around. It was so much easier to deal with idiots who didn't ask questions or looked too closely, as frustrating as it was to be surrounded by such individuals.]

And to think you haven't even seen me smoke. [Or fight.]

[If Kitty was going for a shock factor then it was lost on Mystique, she not even battering an eyelid at the comment.] A lack of peer pressure not to start in your world?

[It was lighter than that. Closer to a joke. She's not sure how to treat or see this Mystique. She's still working out the boundaries. She'll need to talk to Kurt too.]

Logan wasn't always the best influence. [She appreciates all the influence he was anyway.]

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