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Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: July Planet!
When: The month of July!

[This is another planet mingle since the first one has nearly hit captcha! Feel free to continue threads or start brand new ones!]

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[axiomed]

[ Charles shrugs as if to say "isn't that obvious?". ]

[only_skin_deep]

[Mystique gave a brief raise of her eyebrows, equivalent to a shrug but without needing one.

And then she really stopped to think, and maybe hope a little. What would be the worse if she tried to reach out? Rogue would just spit and howl at her like normal. And the best outcome...] I... I might talk to her.

[axiomed]

What do you have to lose?

[ Charles isn't even sure what he would do if he was permanently dead . . . which he apparently was in Kitty's universe, but being dead means not needing to bother about the fate of the mutant race and simple . . . be ]

[only_skin_deep]

[Not much. But she didn't bother to say it out loud, it not needing to with the links and... well, it was almost less real to accept when it was only in her head, despite the fact he still heard it.

I'm not... use to being honest. With anyone. Bar Irene, always with Irene, an image of the woman she loved so much flicking across her mind for a moment before it was pushed back away.]

[axiomed]

[ He smiles, gentle, though he's a little teasing. ]

Does it hurt to be? Even now?

[only_skin_deep]

[Oh, it's lucky she like you Charles, you only get a watered down version of a glare aimed his way. Hopefully he will take it in a good way, she more unamused than angry at his tease.] I've had to lie almost every day of my life to survive, one way or another. [It said without any anger behind it, just a statement.] Difficult to break a habit that's kept you alive for so long.

[axiomed]

[ Only for this long, but there's little reason to point that out and Charles keeps that thought shielded. It's not his place or part to judge her actions and he wasn't interested in doing so. ]

I suppose not.

[only_skin_deep]

[He didn't need to, she knew, could read it in his words. Letting her breath out in a huff, Mystique's features hardened for a moment, gaze returning to in front of her.] Just keep an eye out of the windows in case she throws me out of an air lock.

[axiomed]

I'll help bring you back.

[ He doesn't promises, but he doesn't need to. His expression glazes over and he looks at the tree. ]

It's started.

[only_skin_deep]

[Any grumbling she may had continued on with, most likely internalized than showing it, though the link would had certainly not hidden it, was pushed aside. Her attention instead turned to the tree, as if she could spot something physical before realizing he may be picking up something she wasn't.] It's telepathic?

[axiomed]

[ He nods. ] In a manner of speaking. It's got some level of sentience.

[only_skin_deep]

[If this was coming from another person or in another location Mystique would had rolled her eyes at that statement, dismissing it as foolishness. Her gaze is so focused on first the tree and then Charles that she almost misses the cracking and worn brown leather album that appears just in front of her knees. It has clearly seen many years and much handling, and for the longest moment all she does is stare down at it once noticing it was there, as if it was a trick or she was imaging it. When she finally reaches out to touch it it is only done with one finger, testing to see if it was a real thing before she released his hand to pick the book up.

Still kneeling Mystique moved to rest it on her thighs, forgetting she had an audience as she ran her palm carefully over the cover before unlatching and opening it. The inner pages are crammed with drawings clearly done by a small child and improving over the years, and many many photos. A number of the photos include Irene at a range of ages and what would seem like a random person at her side, both male and female, while others show 'Mystique' in one of her 'true' forms. Still all blue and red but varying in other ways, different features and fashions over the eras.

Other images appeared taken from a distance, spying from the outside rather than taken as part of the scene, focused primarily on a small blue boy typically seen with his parents. Much like the drawings the age of Kurt changes over the photos, showing him growing up, celebrating Christmas and birthdays. Echoing along those photos are ones of a young girl with a very distinct white streak in her hair, being held by a woman with dark hair and light golden brown eyes. All smiles and grins, hugs. It spanned Rogue riding horses, shooting guns, practicing martial arts and other combat, but also of her own birthdays of blowing out candles and opening gifts. All the way up to a much sadder, alone, and now clearly gothic girl, the photos once again coming from outside rather than being next to her.

Lifting the album to her chest and hugging it to her Mystique's head lowered, almost curling herself around the book. This was her family, her amazing, precious family. Her broken family that she was only able to collect tattered pieces of and cram into a book.]

[axiomed]

[ To his credit, Charles doesn't look or ask. He simply remains there quietly, gazing at the tree. This moment was not for him. ]

[only_skin_deep]

[She stayed that way a lot longer than she was proud to admit, the world around her slowly melting back into existence as she remembered that she wasn't alone. Carefully lowering the album she closed and latched it again, moving to stand as she placed a hand on his shoulder, for once not struggling to find the words, as soft as they were.] Thank you, Charles.

[axiomed]

. . . You're welcome.

[only_skin_deep]

[Carefully tucking the book under one arm, well aware she wasn't about to fly back with it and... well, after this all it felt wrong to just leave him alone to get back.] Do you mind company heading back? [Before she paused, attention turning else where and she gave a snarl of an expression, though it was watered down thanks to what she had just been gifted.] Do you hear that?

[axiomed]

Not at all. Hear what?

[ He glances around, nonplussed. ]

[only_skin_deep]

Music. [It said out as a disgusted sigh, a strong hint of annoyance at the chosen melody and the fact it felt like the tree or... whatever was messing with her as she heard Bound for the Promised Land playing. A song she wished she could forget from very early memories.

However Mystique shoved it aside with a shake of her head, glance momentarily going back to the album.] It doesn't matter.

[axiomed]

Ah.

[ His expression clears up a little. ] I think that's just a way of greeting by the tree. I heard it last time as well.

[only_skin_deep]

Well it can take it's 'greeting' and... [Yet Mystique trailed off before finishing that thought, the weight against her arm reminding her that the gift was worth the annoyance the song created. It would be worth losing a limb for the gift she had been given.

Instead she let out a sigh before glancing back to him.] Are you ok making your way back to the main path? [Rural areas were not great for wheelchairs.]

[axiomed]

[ He smiles, benign. ]

I should be fine. Hank added some extra traction to the wheels.