Family Reunion (RP for tm_magento and erikscordelia)

[stripperenvy]

Abby paced her apartment at the X-corp building. She'd changed clothes four times, going through everything in her suitcase. She finally decided on the most conservative of the outfits she'd brought. Snakeskin leather pants and a black button down silk top. She'd even buttoned up the buttons so that her cleavage wasn't on display. She was meeting

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[erikscordelia]

[stripperenvy]

Abby's stomach clenched and she jumped, squeaking a little at the knock on the door. After a moment she realized it was probably Lorna and not Magneto.

She opened the door, smiling in geniune relief to see Lorna there. "Come on in," she said, stepping aside. "I am so glad to see you."

[erikscordelia]

[stripperenvy]

Abby shrugged. "Nervous as a fucking cat in a room full of dogs," she admitted. She resumed her pacing.

"I figure he can't be that bad because...well you're his daughter and I like you. Usually I could give a damn about what people think of me. I guess that's why I'm so fucking nervous. I care about what he thinks of me even if y'know I don't want to fucking admit it."

[tm_magneto]

Erik stood in front of the door, his features impassive. He was dressed in his normal out-of-uniform attire; austere black and dark grey, black coat, and a hat. He knocked on the door, once, then entered just as Lorna had instructed.

There was no way this girl was Anya. He knew that, logically. He'd watched Anya die. This was some illusion of Wanda's, some attempt at--what? To get back in his good graces?

You could have just come back to us. You didn't need to do this.

Erik walked down the hallway to the room where Lorna said they would be. He clenched his hand into a fist, raising it, and paused only a second before he knocked.

Best to get this over with.

[erikscordelia]

[stripperenvy]

Abby's stomach clenched at the sound of the knock on the door. She took a deep breath and looked to Lorna with wide eyes before crossing the room.

Her hand hesitated on the doorknob for a moment before she turned it and pulled the door open almost slowly. She said the first thing that came to mind, probably not the most appropriate thing.

"Oh hey...you don't look like a terrorist."

[tm_magneto]

Erik arched a brow. The girl in front of him looked nothing like Anya. But she did look like Lorna. And Pietro, a little. Her hair wasn't white-blonde, but it was blonde.

And there was no mistaking the eyes looking back at him. They were his. Pale blue.

"And you certainly are related to Lorna," he said, smiling slightly. "I gather you are Abby."