http://canadiansixpack.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] canadiansixpack.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] elseworldexiles2006-10-13 11:03 pm

Darkness is Light

He smelled them. The familiar scent drew him like a bee to honey;melting away from the Queen while she consulted Marius. He has been a lurking shadow since then, out of sight, biding his time with the self-proclaimed promise of violence. He knew they were far from fond of each other, and now they are in disarray while the blood of Yeshua coats the stone floors in a macabre mosaic of Mystique's making.

Now, when their alliance hangs by the most precarious of threads, is when he strike; and he will take her out, the strongest first.

Teeth and claws, bone and flesh, reveal themselves in split-second anticipation of deadly impact.

[identity profile] silver-sable.livejournal.com 2006-10-19 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
Silver dives out of the way of everything going on.

This just got a little too crazy for her. She doesn't have magic or powers or anything. She just has guns.

[identity profile] wanda-maximoff.livejournal.com 2006-10-19 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
Wanda glares at Silver. "I told you to get a mop, Agatha."

[identity profile] silver-sable.livejournal.com 2006-10-19 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
Silver looks at Wanda, faintly horrified. "I'm not Agatha..."

[identity profile] wanda-maximoff.livejournal.com 2006-10-19 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't disobey me or you'll be punished." Her fingers weave a mystical pattern in the air. "If you're too stupid to find a mop, pick up my son and feed him."

[identity profile] silver-sable.livejournal.com 2006-10-19 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
Silver narrows her eyes, trying to aim her gun at the child instead of following Wanda's command. Her mouth moves, trying to form words but no words are formed.

[identity profile] tj-nocturne.livejournal.com 2006-10-19 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, time to break out the big guns. So to speak. TJ kind of hates herself right now.

"Mom?"

A little bit of telepathy is used to share a few memories with Wanda. Braiding her hair. The little song and dance number she made up when she was six. Shopping for a prom dress.

Fighting ain't gonna do it. Emotional blackmail might.