From: Mistaken Identity - Printable Version

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- - 09-06-2024

It was true - while it seemed a long time ago now, there was a period of three years where Xavier and his X-Men were absolutely nowhere to be found. Understandable, though not entirely forgivable, Mystique reasoned silently. With the smooth-headed Professor considered dead at that time, and a solid chunk of both students and adults at the mansion having taken the option of the Cure, there was almost no one left to teach. No city of misunderstood mutants struggling with their innate gifts to save, no underdogs to look up to their superheroes. The government had gotten what they wanted, the mutant ‘problem’ extinguished permanently, so they thought. She saw it as cowardice, treachery, lack of a backbone. What about those few who were forced to move back to their homes with families who didn’t understand them. Those who didn’t have families at all? Clawed fingernails dug into the shapeshifter’s blue arms where she stood, the only expression of her irritation at the fact as she continued to listen to Polaris speak. The guy with the laser eyes surely had to be Cyclops, although who knew now, with the influx of refugee mutants from seemingly everywhere converging on the city. Still, Raven had to chuckle once again under her breath at the girl’s suppositions. “You’re not wrong. The X-Men claim to be here for the good of our kind, to protect mutants against those who would hate and fear them, stand up for the little guy. But you have to wonder where they’ve been in the last few months, with District X just about ready to burst at the seams. Perhaps they have better things to do, and global threats are more important to them now. Perhaps they’re scared of the MRD keeping them penned in. It’s all conjecture at this point. All we can do is fend for ourselves.” And if that were the case, then one green-haired girl in a town packed to the sky with mutants would be the least of their concerns, even if it did turn out she could bend metal. “If they thought you were Magneto, at least that might put a fire under their backsides and cause them to show their faces here at least once before it all explodes.” Ominous, yes. But deep in her veins, Mystique knew it to be true, could feel the tension in the ground under her feet. It wouldn’t be long now. Hate groups might end up being the least of their worries too, though Polaris wasn’t wrong on that front. Chicken Guy had been lucky she came along at the moment she did, but this was merely a stream from a leaking bucket. “Assholes will appear to cause us grief as long as the sun keeps rising. What concerns me are some of the televised sermons that have been making the rounds, lately. Have you heard of Bob Bell?” Considering her awareness of Xavier, the shapeshifter supposed not. After a beat, she continued. “Keep your eye on his speeches, his movements. I don’t believe he or his followers ever preached about the virtues of mutantkind on those banal TV sermons he insists on making, but he’s been getting more enthusiastic about it all lately.” Nothing good ever came from that kind of fanaticism, she knew. Still, the girl had said enough to gain her a space in Mystique’s consciousness, an awareness that she even existed as an ally in the first place. Nodding her agreement, that eerie gaze followed the easy, spinning trajectory of the metal sphere Polaris had flattened, a hand extended to catch it from the air and turned around in its fingers, examining the scratches and dents. Who knew when she would have need of Polaris and her talents, but when the time came, it wouldn’t be in vain.??Another slick sound filled the air, the crafted coin disappearing into Raven’s palm as scaled skin folded and rolled over it for safekeeping. “Thank you. Keep your wits about you, Polaris. The time bomb is ticking.”