WELCOME TO NEXUS.

[XxMagneto]

CF: Of Transition

Erik found a place to sit in relative seclusion, glancing at his fingernails in passing thought before letting his thoughts wonder off. He was still here, in the headquarters, signaling he was still willing to associate himself with the un-Brotherhood. While indeed he told his children they would let Mystique dig her own grave, he underestimated the blue metamorph. This base of operations wasn't the Brotherhood--oh no, this was much more than just the Brotherhood. This was a new chess board Erik quickly had to adapt to.

He noticed at least one of the twins approaching, if not both, and steepled his fingers to press against his lips in thought. Mystique could have surveillance on them right now, willing to listen to all that they'd say, but Erik had nothing to hide. He made his intentions known, and it was time to see how the playing field changed.

"When Mystique was mentioned to be gathering a Brotherhood, I suspect you didn't know she went above and beyond." Which was very curious to Erik. Another passing angle to muse himself with. "Take into comparison the X-Men's resources. They spent years developing their technology to such a state as it is now; I spent years with Charles helping to develop just Cerebro. Mystique herself has stated she took the mantle of the Brotherhood within these past few months--and already she has this?" He spread his hands wide, showcasing the luxury Mystique built. "Holographic imagery, satellite surveillance, a cluster of soldiers that can control an entire facility without a single named Brotherhood member among them?" Erik clucked with his tongue. "Mystique may have the currency to afford such luxuries, but even I know she'd never spend her personal wealth on matters such as these." She was far too selfish of a woman to do that; she spent years showing it.

"This set up is too reminescent of X-Factor to be a coincidence. I'd doubt little if Mystique has gained a contact while her time with X-Factor to help provide her with the means to create this set up in a mere three months, let along training her 'soldiers' to take down such an important building." His finger tapped his lips again, sinking deep into thought. He frowned, but finally spoke. "Even if I'm incorrect, I refuse to bow to anyone with even the potential of working with the government. Now that my status may be compromised, it's best to show her I'm an enemy, not an ally. She'll keep me closer than if I was just a mere sword to be slashed about."

Placing both his hands on the arm rests, he finally placed his attention on those that came to visit. "What are your thoughts on matter? Perhaps you can ease the quandary that I find myself in."

This post has been edited by ksax00 on Jul 18 2012, 01:02 PM

[Pietro Maximoff]

(CF: Of Transition)


Pietro knew how to read his sister's eyes like open books. He knew she was torn and worried. He knew that no one in the world could reach his level of fast reasoning, and Wanda, of all people, felt the need of properly thinking things over before she came with a decision. It was in her nature, just as it was in his to make fast choices. Not always accurate ones, but that was a byproduct of his fast thinking.

“Yes,” she finally spoke, softly. Almost a whisper intended only for Pietro's ears. “I understand.”

Pietro nodded, and leaned to kiss her cheek gently as she got closer. "We'll talk. I'll explain." It was a promise, for a later time, when the two of them were alone. He'd explain everything to her, everything he felt, everything he had in his mind. He owed her nothing less.

When Wanda's decision was made clear by the fingers entwining with his, Pietro simply nodded at Mystique and followed the direction where their father had gone. Standing at the distance at first, he glanced at his twin as his father began to speak. It was obvious that he had noticed their arrival. Otherwise, Pietro doubted his father's voice would have been heard.

"When Mystique was mentioned to be gathering a Brotherhood, I suspect you didn't know she went above and beyond."

"I don't believe anyone would give details in that public environment," Pietro replied quickly. "And I do believe it was a push of luck," a glance towards his sister and a smile tugged his lips upwards. "That I even managed to overhear about all this."

Then his father continued the speech. The more Magneto spoke, the more the information was added to the thoughts that the speedster was currently forming. Quick intellect started placing things together. He could see all of Magneto's points. When Pietro had originally overheard about Mystique putting the Brotherhood together, he expected it to be at the beginning of its stages. But seeing all she had managed to achieve, Magneto was right. There was no possible way for her to have done this in merely three months - there was something else behind it.

And yet again, to be pawns to such a group... he had done that with the Avengers. The sheer nature of that group was too similar to what Magneto was describing about this so-called Brotherhood. Technology didn't bother him at all, he had gotten used to having it after growing up without sight of it. It was the nature of things that bothered him. Too close to what they had been through before. Too close to be comfortable. He wanted out, he wanted a new life, and not to come back to the same thing, just with different purposes and different names... Purposes that perhaps he didn't even fully support, but that he happened to be willing to follow in order to achieve better goals. But it was one thing to support those things with the possibility of attempting to shape them to be better. One thing was to support their father, knowing that eventually they'd be their heirs. The other was to offer support to Mystique. Why? What would she give them in return? What connection did she have with them at all?

While it was a tough choice, a gamble in many ways, there were reasons why Pietro didn't think siding up with Mystique and against their father was a solid idea. If the idea was to get what was 'rightfully theirs', they could definitely not achieve that by siding with Mystique. She had nothing that was rightfully theirs, after all.

And he had felt in his own skin what it was like to side against his father. It was something he wasn't looking forward to repeating right now. Even if Magneto hadn't forgiven him - and perhaps while part of Pietro desired some sort of forgiveness, he would never ask for it or be willing to admit it in his own pride,- he knew just what his father was capable of. He knew the amount of power he could wield. Compared to that, Mystique and all her technology would still stand no chance.

Better the devil you know - that was the famous sentence. And in this case, better to keep the one that can destroy you with one movement of his hands on your side than against you. Deep down, he owed Mystique nothing. He had no connection to the woman. Yet Magneto... despite their troublesome relationship, he was his father. And now, Pietro was a father. Some of his views changed the moment Luna was born.

It wasn't an easy thing to explain. Pietro himself wasn't sure he understood completely. He could only hope he'd manage to make his thoughts as clear as he could to Wanda when he had a chance.

Placing both his hands on the arm rests, he finally placed his attention on those that came to visit. "What are your thoughts on matter? Perhaps you can ease the quandary that I find myself in."

Blue eyes met grey ones as Pietro's eyes looked at his father's. "I've been in a team with this kind of approach before. Serving different purposes. But still," the silver-haired man said. "Look where it led us. Both of us," a glance to Wanda, before he continued.

"All this... all this place, all this technology, all this setup. Is the Brotherhood meant to become a covert operations group from now on? While this kind of operations suited us in the Avengers, I'm afraid it no longer suits me now."

He wouldn't speak for Wanda this time. He'd allow her to voice her opinion. "Besides. Doesn't this go against the ideals you once held?" His eyebrow shot up as he glanced at his father with inquisitive eyes. Once upon a time, back when they were first rescued, Pietro did believe his father's idea of a mutant utopia. Of a safe place where mutants wouldn't have to suffer what he and Wanda suffered.

It was more his father's methods that he disagreed with. But now? He wasn't sure if deep down, if Magneto hadn't been right all along.

The speedster was confused. Even though that confusion wasn't showing up in his demeanor or facial features. It was something he'd have to deal with. Once he had some time for himself and his own thoughts.

This post has been edited by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 18 2012, 01:05 PM

[Wanda Maximoff]

CF: Botherhood Command Centre - Of Transition

More or less following after her brother, Wanda remained silent as the twins yet again found themselves standing like young, direction-less pawns lurking in their father's shadow. Or so, she thought. Why was it that they always, eventually, found themselves back where they first started? Looking up to Magneto for guidance like doe-eyed teenagers. It was a stray and ironic thought that she would no doubt ponder upon later, but for now there were far more important things to consider. Namely, what to do next. The Scarlet Witch had lived long enough to experience the derailment of a plan, but that didn't stop the feeling of disappointment or mild irritation from creeping in. As her gaze settled once more on Magneto though, she could see that he too, was struggling to come to terms with his brash decision making. After more or less giving Mystique the middle finger, there wasn't really any going back now. At least, not for him. But he also seemed like a broken man. A shadow of what he once was. Where were his trusted Acolytes now? Where were the men and women happy to lay down their lives for his goals? Without his former glory, the master of magnetism seemed... old.

Yet still wise, and with age comes further wisdom, or so they say. Indeed, the Witch mellowed to his words, and took that much needed time to briefly think things through. At least, she did, until a certain agenda slipped from her father's lips: “Now that my status may be compromised, it's best to show her I'm an enemy, not an ally. She'll keep me closer than if I was just a mere sword to be slashed about.” To which, Wanda narrowed her cerulean gaze. It wasn't 'who' they were making enemies with that concerned her, but rather 'how'. There were many ways to irritate someone, and she could start by merely pointing hexes at all the shiny new equipment Mystique had cunningly 'salvaged'. Rather than jump in with speech though, she merely looked to her brother and listened to what he now had to say. He spoke of the Avengers and their similar set-up, and Wanda felt herself tensing. Leaving had been easier than she anticipated, but that didn't stop her from missing the security and sanctuary granted by the 'family' set-up.

"While this kind of operations suited us in the Avengers, I'm afraid it no longer suits me now." The witch sharply looked to her brother, having witnessed a slight clash in their ideals. Although she was open to new possibilities, she still couldn't help wanting to cling to what she considered 'safe'.

"Besides. Doesn't this go against the ideals you once held?" Her eyes smiled in agreement to Pietro's words. A sanctuary for mutants was the main agenda, as even Wanda had felt victimised as a mutant time and time again. She knew how it felt to be treated like second-best, and even the Avengers had been guilty of that. Which brought her to her main, nudging concern.

“Hardly the most successful of meetings, but one issue irks me beyond others. The Raven mentioned a facility, and I dread to think what that could mean, along with what her intentions might be. I... can't deny that a base of operations still appeals to me....” She trailed off for a moment, eyes looking down as if admitting this as her crime. In reality, she simply didn't want Pietro to think any less of her, resulting in her need to explain further. “Only because it is what I am used to. It is familiar. There is no denying that having extra pairs of eyes and ears does have its' uses. Who knows what information Mystique has already uncovered, while we have nothing. No cards to deal, as it were.”

Without a doubt, Wanda wanted to study Mystique's files. The Raven still had some good uses, even if her leadership skills were lacking. Information held a degree of power, and without a 'family' of her own to acquire intelligence, Wanda was feeling rather powerless. A notion she was sure both her brother and father could relate to, especially as of late.

“You speak of making enemies, but tell me; where are your friends?” Sharper blue eyes looked to Magneto, signalling out as if laying an accusation upon him.

This post has been edited by Wanda Maximoff on Jul 24 2012, 05:24 PM

[XxMagneto]

Erik listened to Pietro, eyes never meeting his, studying the floor in thought. He slipped his chin into his hand, fingers against cheek and lips. He took his son's words into consideration, and looked into the dark eyes of Wanda's as she spoke. Her words too were absorbed into his mind and Erik frowned as she voiced her last question. He wasn't quick to answer any curiosity the twins brought forth. He sat in the chair, silent and contemplating, before he finally lowered his hand.

"The Brotherhood was never meant to be a covert operation; you are correct, Pietro." The Brotherhood were meant to be acting in a public manner, rallying fellow mutants to their cause as they showcased their strength and dedication for homosuperior. Underground tactics undermined that goal; the humans would merely spin their tactics to showcase a different political viewpoint to the world at large. An angle, Erik believed, Raven refused to acknowledge.

He looked at Wanda again, eyes trailing the contours of her face as Magda's features formed in his mind. He let his ex-wife's face mold his answer for him as he answered his daughter's inquiry. "Dearest Wanda. If you only knew." This was going to be one of those moments Erik preferred to keep his thoughts to himself. He had friends, a select few, and the accusation he managed to see in Wanda's eyes had wounded him. Not because he saw her words as an insult; rather she didn't know the truth behind her father's actions. It was a fault that lay on Erik's shoulders, but one that would remain a secret under his skin.

"Having a base of operations is perfect for the Brotherhood, but my ideals and means of this affiliation are not running parallel with Mystique's own. How you two choose to go about this split will be of your own accord. Should you wish to side with Mystique, leave entirely, or come to terms with your own agendas, I wish you nothing but the best." And he meant it. If fate aligned itself in such a fashion, Magneto would go about this plan of his on his own. Though Erik smiled, amusement jumping to his eyes. While the seriousness of this discussion had brought tension into the room, Erik waved it all away with a thought.

"Despite this dour turn of events, we should always have a spark of normalcy to lift our spirits." He pushed himself to his feet, walking to the closest mirror. "I've run into an old friend by the time I returned to New York, one that so happens to be fairly close to Mystique." He looked into the mirror, pulling his hair into a ponytail. "In truth, I have an outting to prepare for with an X-Man who will surely be interested with all that I've seen today." If he decided to tell Rogue anything, that is. He was merely saying those words in case Raven was listening in.

"That is where we differ on enemies and friends, Wanda. You and I have been enemies before, but at the end of the day, we're still family. The same can be said for friends. They'll be there should I ask them for their assistance." Straightening his shirt, he turned to both of the twins completely. "Now then, what are your plans from this point on? I must admit I put you into a situation I didn't think would occur. If there's something I can assist you with, it'll be done."

[Pietro Maximoff]

Things were getting more complicated with every second that passed, and Pietro felt, for one of the rare moments of his life, for barely a fraction of a second but that to him seemed like an eternity, that he didn't know just what he wanted to do next. Listening to his sister and her concerns, the look in her eyes that told him that they disagreed at least in one point of the whole situation, he stiffled a sigh. She obviously seemed to be alright with the setup of this Brotherhood, that was so much more like what would be expected from the Avengers than anything else. He, however, wanted to be out of that environment, the memories they all brought.

Surely, perhaps Steve Rogers was one of the few good memories he still kept. One of the few men around them that chose not to judge him, even when he patronized him. But Steve was a man out of his time, unlike the others.

“Only because it is what I am used to. It is familiar. There is no denying that having extra pairs of eyes and ears does have its' uses. Who knows what information Mystique has already uncovered, while we have nothing. No cards to deal, as it were.”


He glanced at his twin sister, a hand placed on her forearm. The Avengers weren't the only familiar thing she'd have, no matter what the decision would be. He had made up his mind, however. "No matter what we decide, you will have a safe, familiar place in me." He murmured gently, reassuring her, or was it his attempt to reassure himself?

"In truth, I have an outting to prepare for with an X-Man who will surely be interested with all that I've seen today." If he decided to tell Rogue anything, that is. He was merely saying those words in case Raven was listening in.

Pietro's shoulders moved upwards in a shrug. His blue eyes stared at his father's for a moment. Was it who he thought it was? Yes, the pieces seemed to fit. He let out a small, unperceptible chuckle. "Your personal life is your own, father. Your decisions are your own. Whether you wish to speak about this with this particular person or not is up to you. I will not say anything on the matter when it's none of my business."

"That is where we differ on enemies and friends, Wanda. You and I have been enemies before, but at the end of the day, we're still family. The same can be said for friends. They'll be there should I ask them for their assistance." Straightening his shirt, he turned to both of the twins completely. "Now then, what are your plans from this point on? I must admit I put you into a situation I didn't think would occur. If there's something I can assist you with, it'll be done."

The question he's been dreading to answer. Glancing at his twin sister, his hand went to hers, taking both of them in his, then looking at her deeply in the eyes. How to speak about this without privacy? How to share his thoughts on the matter without revealing more than they should? For a moment, he wished for telepathy, or some sort of way to communicate all they had to say without allowing his words to catch anyone's ears but hers alone.

But he took a deep breath, and spoke to Wanda alone."Our decision should remain unchanged," he told her. "Strange as it may be, I think our father has a point. Family. We have long neglected that in our past," he told her. His eyes, to Wanda, were clear that he was trying to convey other messages that his words didn't voice out loud. Family... it was the only way for them to secure anything. The only way they could ensure a better Brotherhood, perhaps a better place for mutants, to make sure that they'd be the ones taking care of the whole ordeal sooner or later, was through family.

Mystique did not offer them any of that. Their initial idea was to claim what was rightfully theirs? There was nothing rightfully theirs with Mystique. If Wanda failed to comprehend through his body language and the hidden meaning of his words, he'd explain it again once they were alone and away from prying eyes and walls that had ears.

"I would not wish to make any decisions without Wanda's opinion on the matter, father," Pietro said, finally turning his eyes to his father. "But I do understand now. And I believe..." He paused, as if the words were hard to form for that very brief second. "I believe you are right. And if you would be wiling to assist us, no matter what happened between the two of us in the past, I am willing to return that favor and assist you. But not without my sister's agreement."

This post has been edited by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 24 2012, 07:12 PM

[Wanda Maximoff]

"No matter what we decide, you will have a safe, familiar place in me." Though Wanda had tilted her head in understanding towards her brother, his murmured reassurance didn't fully affect her until after she'd said her piece. Only then did she rest her hand over Pietro's that stilled against her arm. Far too many people underestimated the sheer value of words, but not Pietro. No matter how simple or obvious his reminder seemed, Wanda valued it with an appraising smile to her slower and more lingering glance. Meanwhile, her father's eyes were upon her following her insult, which she did not regret in the slightest. He needed to be reminded of his position, and yet his response was... curious. If only she knew what? Her gaze shifted from brother to father, paying twice-fold attention now as he continued to explain. Indeed, he wouldn't beg for allegiance like Mystique more or less had. Instead, Wanda noted how he openly laid out their options like cards. Desperation and humility were not his ways, and it was this that she both admired and hated.

“I wish you nothing but the best." Why did that almost sound patronising? Why did he insist on erecting these barriers rather than admit that he both wanted and needed their help? Or was he ever the arrogant Martyr, wanting to achieve everything himself? The Witch frowned as something seemed to suddenly amuse the Master of Magnetism. As though he had read her mind. Brushing that paranoia aside though, a frowning Wanda watched as he casually changed the subject, somewhat.

“Sleeping with the enemy now, are you?” The Witch quoted, feigning dry interest with the tilting of her chin, mirroring her brother's attitude towards the subject. “How quaint.” Although her uninterested and nonchalant tone was less than impressed, and the irony was completely lost on her. The X-Men meant nothing to her, and she didn't care to read between the lines nor even try to single out who exactly he was referring to. Their active roster probably changed as much as the Avenger's did, and she couldn't claim to have personally really met any of them. That was her brother's area of expertise. If Magneto thought this was a trump card though, then she was hardly going to argue. “It seems you are one step ahead already. I suppose I was wrong to doubt you.”

"That is where we differ on enemies and friends, Wanda. You and I have been enemies before, but at the end of the day, we're still family. The same can be said for friends. They'll be there should I ask them for their assistance." She was still frowning directly at him. Had she ever really considered her father an enemy? More like, he had given her very little choice. But yes, they were still family, no matter what had passed between them.

"Our decision should remain unchanged." Looking to Pietro, the frowning Witch softened the knot in her brows and allowed him the space to appeal to her open mind. Family: That word struck her again. Indeed, while keeping enemies closer than friends was the tactic for some, the twins could kill two birds with one stone by keeping their family even closer. Seeming to read her brother's eyes, Wanda lightly smiled in agreement. Quarrelling with Pietro was the last thing that she wanted to do, not that he was giving her any reason to disagree or debate his decision. They may have deviated from the main plan slightly, but the agenda still remained clearly focused. Mystique was out of the picture.... somewhat. That left Magneto, whose path to genuine trust was going to be a rocky road. Or so, Wanda presumed.

“You may assist us by allowing us to assist you.” Not only did she back her brother's decision entirely, but her tone was matter-of-fact and final. “We have a secure apartment on Staten Island. You are welcome there, should your position be... compromised.” She seriously doubted that he would take up the offer, ever, but it never hurt to make it known at least. Opening her small handbag in one, swift and calculated movement, she extracted a small pad and red pen. As she continued to speak, she wrote down the apartment address in her very elegant handwriting.

“Unfortunately, there is little else we can offer at this precise moment in time.” 'Little else that I can tell you about, that is.' She mentally frowned to herself. They were hardly in the right location to discuss tactics, but what Wanda had roughly planned wasn't for either of their ears, regardless. Rather stoically, she tore the white paper along the perforated line, and extended it to Magneto in a very business-like manner.

“Little else I can think of, that is. But you will be in touch when our services are required?” It was very nearly a rhetorical command, but Wanda didn't push her luck. “Unless, you are yet again one step ahead of us?”


This post has been edited by Wanda Maximoff on Jul 25 2012, 08:38 PM

[XxMagneto]

Silver eyes studied Wanda momentarily, feeling her own words mocking his from earlier. How quaint. And the X-Men? An enemy? No they weren't, but indeed they were. He kept his expression stony, his mind a tumultuous burden of thoughts. If only he could truly vocalize his thoughts, but he doubted the twins would understand his focus. He was sleeping with the enemy, but he wasn't doing it for personal gain. While those from the outside might perceive it as such, he was truly trying to be selfless for once. While Pietro's words rang in his ears, he opted to remain silent as he waited for a response to his question.

Oh Pietro, you young fool. Erik too was a fool at his age, but his son should truly think further ahead when he spoke. Quicksilver spoke so fluently that he was willing to assist him, to be there despite his past. But only if Wanda was involved. What did that tell Erik? Quicksilver was willing to go against him alone, but never side with him as an individual.

Wanda spoke again, a seemingly haughty tone in her voice. Why must it always be this way between them? A father who kept his cards close to his chest; a son who was too scared to align with his father alone; and a daughter who was reminding him far too much of her mother right now. Erik placed his hands into his pockets, eyes looking at the twins. In truth, he thought their assistance would go without question, but it was nice to hear the reaffirmation, no matter the tone behind it. He was still suspicious there was something more behind their words, but at the same time, he wanted to believe they were true at face value.

"Raven is aware I stand against her. What you two do is up to you. I never questioned your loyalty to blood, only question how you'll go about things in our predicament."

In other words, he was suggesting the twins do their own thing to further their ultimate goal: overthrow Mystique. How they went about doing that, he truly didn't care, even if that meant they approached Mystique with a truce they had no interest in following through with. A voice in his head was nagging him, knowing better to ask such deception from the twins. They had both been through so much deception before, he had no right to expect them to do the same. That's why Erik was fishing for an answer in regards to what they would do. But it seemed he wasn't going to get very much information right now. Very well.

"I must prepare for tonight. We can reconvene at a later time." A suit. He needed to rent a suit some where. And hire a chauffeur. "Be wary of what you say here. None of us know if these walls have ears." Knowing Mystique, there were surely microphones some where with tiny lenses watching them from afar. Leaving his bag, Erik hesitated to make sure the twins had nothing more they'd like to discuss before quietly walking away.

tbc: Magneto - TBA

[Pietro Maximoff]

"Raven is aware I stand against her. What you two do is up to you. I never questioned your loyalty to blood, only question how you'll go about things in our predicament."

Pietro frowned a little, his face and eyes thoughtful as he listened. The cards had been changed on them. Everything they had planned would have to be rethought. Pietro's loyalty, his entire, complete, devoted, undivided loyalty was to Wanda and Wanda alone. He was willing to kill his father in the past, he would have never be able to do that to his sister. That didn't mean, however, that he wasn't willing to try and make things work. Erik himself had told them, not too long before, that he would never forgive Pietro for his choices. He doubted, deep down, that he wanted his forgiveness. But part of him now understood Erik more than ever before.

It was conflicting, it was confusing. They'd need time to talk. He wasn't sure he had the strength of standing against Mystique alone. He didn't think this was the way to go. And right now, all he needed was to speak to Wanda. They had to rethink everything. Come up with new plans before contacting their father again.

"I must prepare for tonight. We can reconvene at a later time." A suit. He needed to rent a suit some where. And hire a chauffeur. "Be wary of what you say here. None of us know if these walls have ears." Knowing Mystique, there were surely microphones some where with tiny lenses watching them from afar. Leaving his bag, Erik hesitated to make sure the twins had nothing more they'd like to discuss before quietly walking away.

Pietro nodded at Erik. "We will contact you again, father." It was the only thing he said before Erik left. He had his own things to take care of, even though Pietro wasn't sure how wise that was. If his father were going to be meeting who he thought he was... well it was his own life. He had nothing to say about it whatsoever. It wasn't his life. And truth to be told, Pietro knew, deep down, that he was the least adequate person to speak about relationships. Considering just exactly how his own marriage to Crystal ended.


Turning to face his sister, he reached for her hand. "We need to go home. To safety. There's much to talk."

He was impulsive, hot-headed, but he was definitely not a fool. And this whole thing had simply exhausted him. He needed to rest, and put his own thoughts in place.

TBC - A New Course of Action

This post has been edited by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 21 2012, 08:44 PM

[Wanda Maximoff]

“I never questioned your loyalty to blood, only question how you'll go about things in our predicament." Despite having a spanner thrown in the works, one goal had at least been achieved. The twins had seemingly convinced their father of their loyalty and with it, had somewhat earned his trust. But his question was shared by Wanda, who couldn't possibly even began to divulge what their plan was next. For once, that wasn't due to keeping secrets, but rather, because she just didn't know. Her mind often ached with far too much information, but now it ached because it was more or less running on empty. As much as she wanted to be an independent woman now, she still depended very much on the leadership of others.

Magneto's parting words received an appreciative nod from the Scarlet Witch, who heeded his advice with an air of polite gentility. What he was preparing for exactly was his own business, and she wasn't too concerned about the walls having ears either. The point of her hexing finger could cause the eavesdropping technology to spontaneously malfunction. Perhaps she should do that anyway as a warning card to Mystique? Or perhaps not. The Raven might still prove to be useful yet, even if Pietro had already branded her a sinking ship. Hadn't the bruised Titanic remained afloat for a while at least?

Watching with a steady gaze as her father left, Wanda's eyes descended down to the bag he'd left. Was it on purpose for their attention? It didn't seem like him to just forget, unless Xavier's mind meddling had rusted a few cogs.

"We need to go home. To safety. There's much to talk."

“Hmm?” Pietro's voice served as the worthy distraction that tore the Witch's attention back towards him. “Ah. Home.... Yes.” She stifled. Gathering their wits in a safe environment was a good idea, even if it meant an earlier than expected retreat.

Holding out her hand for Pietro to grasp, the Witch would prepare to shift reality for the third time that day. But not before her gaze again lowered to the discarded bag. Without saying a word, she simply picked it up, and firmly grasped it in her free hand. Seconds later, and the warehouse surroundings were shifting around the twins, to be replaced by something far more familiar.

TBC: Wanda – TBA

This post has been edited by Wanda Maximoff on Aug 8 2012, 07:28 PM