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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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[Mystique hesitated before speaking again, yet... he already brought up Destiny, so he knew what she was capable of, right? Knew how important she and her visions were.] Destiny has not mentioned anything of the sort so far, and I, [Hope.] Think if it came to that then she would know enough for us to prevent it from happening if it turns into such a threat as it has been for you.

Knowing what will happen and being able to prevent it are two different things, Mystique. Especially when you are old and your dearest friend won't listen. [The look he gives Raven is decidedly pointed, because his own mother had a bad habit of ignoring Irene when she was being obstinate. And if the pause between your and dearest was a heartbeat too long, Kurt gives nothing away on his face but a hint of watchfulness. He might have done it on purpose, to see how she'll react.]

[That kind of comment instantly got Mystique's hackles up, her own eyes narrowing as her jaw tightened, looking just barely being able to keep herself from lashing out to hit something. When she spoke, it was in very controlled words, a very even voice tone that. If his mother was anything like her, then it was just one step down from barking out in rage.] I know. [She did not need to be lectured by him, she knew all too well that the best laid plans could still go wrong. And it had hurt every time, to see something she should be capable of stopping but wasn't able to, or had to let something else happen for a worse event not to unfold.

It was never easy to just stand by and see such a failure.

The other comment, that pause, went unspoken. It was partly due to her still reacting to the first part, trying to keep that anger from boiling over. Yet it was also because she didn't care what he thought or knew about her relationship with Irene, all that mattered was the other woman was protected and safe.]

[Kurt simply watches her for a few seconds after that, looking her carefully contained rage straight in the face. There's no fear in his, very little change in his expression at all save for the hints of wistfulness, of all things, creeping in around the edges.

Then, of all things, he smiles. It's a small expression that would probably look like a smirk if it weren't for the fondness permeating it.] That expression used to scare the hell out of me as a child. I'd make the situation worse by hiding in the rafters so Mom would have to shift into something that could climb walls, so then she'd be even angrier because there were holes in the wall in addition to whatever she'd been upset about.

[He huffs a soft chuckle and then shakes his head, gesturing with his tail as though to wave the memory away.] But that's not something you care about, it is? Apologies, the memories got away from me. [They did not, but he's doing a damn good job of pretending they did. Mystique, the one he met in the twisted reflection of his world, had been practically starving for the affection of a son that loved her and his memories of a childhood spent with her. Whether this one is the same remains to be seen.]

[It wasn't a case of whether she wanted a relationship like this Kurt and his mother had, if she had lost the chance to do so or never really had it in the first place, it was the presumed familiarity. That he could talk to her like this, keeping her on unsteady ground as he swapped between talk of happy memories and recognized reactions from her to stabs at her life as if he was trying to prod at a wound. And Mystique hated to be left on unsteady ground, to not have control.

Whatever his goal was, she was not appreciating it one bit.] Quite. I'll just leave you to reflect on those memories then.

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