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Heaven and Hell in an Old Gray City
It has come down to the moment. Scores of mutants, mundanes, and power-mad people living in between them are scattered across the once grand ballroom of the hotel. A day of peace and reconciliation has been revealed to be a lie and the Exiles are caught up in the riptide of violence.
At least one man's sins are being revisited upon him from an unearthly stare.
"Tell us all about your sins in the world, Professor!" The woman is undeterred by the people Xavier has put in her way. "How does it feel?"
At least one man's sins are being revisited upon him from an unearthly stare.
"Tell us all about your sins in the world, Professor!" The woman is undeterred by the people Xavier has put in her way. "How does it feel?"
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"Lord Lensherr."
She wants to tell him how much respect she has for what he's done. She wants to appologize for her doppleganger's obvious incompetence. Part of her even wants his autograph. Instead, she keeps a straight face.
"You have 90 pre-paid minutes. Then both numbers will expire and you won't be able to reach her again. She is safe."
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"Your idea of managing a situation is to come in, kidnap the person, manage to kill or injure dozens of people not directly involved and then insult the person whose daughter has been taken." It's pretty clear he thinks they are all idiots.
"Did it ever occur even once to attempt to actually speak to the people involved? Or are you so in love with blood you would go to these lengths?" He takes the phone and looks at Mystique.
"If she is harmed in any way there is no barrier that will keep me from killing you all even retreat to another world. Do you believe that promise?"
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"You should have approached me if you felt that way." It's still dissaproving but not full of that deadly quiet.
With one more glare at the others he retreats a few steps to call Lorna.
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"It's called respect," she hisses. "I know it's an alien concept to you."
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"Oh, that's right, you only subjugate humans. Silly me, I can never keep all the despotic tendencies straight..."
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She steals a pack of cigarettes off an immobile body and lights one up. God, she's going to miss smoking in public.