you can't disguise

[age_old_blue]

WHO: Mystique-as-Magneto, Polaris, Quicksilver.
WHERE: The warehouse district.
WHEN: July 6th, aprox. three hours after this post.
WARNINGS: None.
SUMMARY: Lorna and Pietro believe that they are coming to talk to their father. Unfortunately, Mystique has other ideas.
FORMAT: Quicklog?

Comments

[hooked_on_speed]

[Pietro had collected up Lorna and sped down to the co-ordinates they were given. They arrived in less than three seconds, and even after three hours of waiting he was still restless and worked up. Turning to his sister, he scowled as they approached the building.]

I mean it, Lorna. One wrong move from him and I'm soooooo outta here! I still think you're crazy for agreeing to this! He could end up tying us up and turning us inside out! What. The. Hell. Are. We. Doing!?

[Biiiiiig breath]

[lady_buckethead]

[Lorna couldn't believe it. She had waited and waited and waited for her father to come to the city. Now that he had, it was the wrong one.]

He won't! He--He won't.

[She folds her arms to hide how nervous she is.]

[age_old_blue]

[Scowling, Mystique flung the communicator onto the desk which dominated the foreman's office, scattering the papers sprawled across its surface. Useless. All of them, useless. She stood for a moment, letting her anger run over her body in waves of furious blue scales.

Voices outside alerted her to the arrival of Lensherr's spawn. Moving quickly, she plucked Erik's helmet from mid-air and settled it on his grey curls. How the old man tolerated wearing such a thing for any length of time, she didn't know.]

[hooked_on_speed]

[Pietro was in mid-babble when he finally caught sight of Magneto. Ohgod. OhGod. Ohshitohshitohshitohshit! It really was him! Even if they were from different universes, their faces were the same!]

[He hid behind Lorna and pushed her forward.]

Youtalktohim!