Lord Magento allowed a small smile to appear on his face as he stepped into the grand ballroom. The room was ablaze with light and decorated tastefully with decorations for the celebration ( Read more... )

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Rogue stuck her tongue out at her mother and grinned. She hadn't had any "entertainment" planned for tonight, and if she had? She wouldn't be talking about it. Much. Well, unless whoever it was had some juicy stories in their head that she might happen to absorb from him. THAT would be worth blabbing to everyone ( Read more... )

The dreams were getting worse on an almost nightly basis, making sleep harder and harder. He’d tried everything he could think of, even going to the damn telepaths in the psych ward. None of it worked and the dreams were taking their tole on him, thoughts and images from them were starting to invade his waking hours as well now ( Read more... )

James Howlett was not having a good day ( Read more... )

Raven Darkholme waited outside Director Shaw’s office. Shaw dismissed the rest of the team after a group debriefing on another successful mission, but wanted to talk to James Howlett, the Red Guard’s leader, alone.

That was twenty minutes ago. Neither James nor Shaw liked to chat. She leaned against the cool grey wall, her eyes closed. It was ( Read more... )