Naked bitch in the building [OTA]

[dame_mystique]

It probably was a normal day in the Mess Hall, at least until she walked in. She'd only just been written into the facility and had already made her way, wearing her usual birthday suit, straight to the most common area in the fort. She deliberately walked with an undeniable sense of pride and power, even though she'd downgraded from leading her

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[time_schizo]

Fortunately or unfortunately, the first person to approach Mystique was Martini. The disastrous trip to Spokane with his ersatz family had already been pushed into the back of his mind and nearly forgotten about. With something, or rather someone, shiny, new, and blue set in front of him, he focused entirely on the fascinating subject at hand.

"So here you are. You certainly took your time. I was beginning to think you would never show up." Chatting her up with a matter of fact air, Martini plopped down into a seat backwards and rested his arms on the back of the chair. He'd seen this one in his visions before. It was hard to forget a blue woman, especially one that figured so prominently in Rogue's past. He wondered if Rogue had connected the dots yet or if she was still trying to figure out the cryptic clues he had left for her.

[dame_mystique]

Mystique was used to being stared at, though usually it was with fear or disgust.. never with such an inquisitive light. She tilts her head to the side when he starts talking, as if paying close attention to the exact way he words things. She's pretty much absorbing information from anyone who approaches her.. never knowing when she might need to suddenly be them.

"You were expecting me, then." She purses her lips. "Who told you I was coming?" The only thing putting her on a cautious edge right now is her lack of knowledge on the power's of the other mutants, and her natural born despotism wanting to know exactly what makes each other person in the fort tick. Not knowing how these people interact with Rogue was also a big factor into the way she viewed her so called team mates, so for now she's being pleasantly inquisitive.

[time_schizo]

"Oh, Them." He waved a hand around him towards the air. It had to be a new record for how soon Martini's craziness to crop up in a conversation. Usually it took a few more minutes before he started to talk to or tell people about things that weren't really there. "They told me you were coming weeks ago. But I kept it to myself. I couldn't be sure if it was really real or just in my head."

Martini's weirdness censor was much different than other people. A naked blue woman didn't even phase him, but when a section of his mind finally took a look at her time line and realized it was astoundingly long, it finally pinged that it was a little strange. "Whoa. You're old." Tactless, yet rude. A brilliant combination.

[dame_mystique]

When he starts speaking about a collection of entities Mystique is certainly intrigues, especially considering the fact that they seemed to pre-empt her arrival in the fort. "How... quaint." That's all she really has to say for now about it.

However when he does make this comment she uncrosses her legs and puts both elbows on the table, leaning into him in an interrogative manner that you only pick up after days of severe questioning in some form of prison establishment. "And how exactly do you come to that conclusion, pretty boy? Last time I checked I keep my cells at a thirty year old level."

[adventure_alice]

Alice had never seen a physical manifestation of a mutant ability. In fact, she's never really known anyone around to be mutants. It hadn't been how she operated, she simply carried on with her life following the first onset of her powers and ignored that 'difference'. No one had ever known beyond her husband

[dame_mystique]

Mystique followed your eyes from the moment you looked toward her, she'd always been good at following body language like that. The fact alone that you'd been staring for long enough to register as being rude is just amusing to Mystique, it wasn't as if staring was a rare concept to her.

However, what might put the woman on edge is that the moment she actually sits down opposite Mystique her form begins to shift as she replicates the woman's molecular code, and replies to the question in the same voice.

"Then I'll just skip the bullshit 'you must be new around here' too." In Mystique's eye's pretty much any of the mutants in the room could be considered new unless of course there are other's who had survived more than a century.