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- Guest - 08-27-2025

CF: Father Figures and Fuel Lines, before Night Terrors <hr> Obviously, Professor Xavier had finally come to his senses and realized Laura was ready to be a real super hero, not left behind at school with the Juniors when trouble came. Sensible of him. She had the most confirmed kills in the place, besides perhaps Weapon X himself, after all. She was exactly who you would want on a mission. She was not sure why they had also brought Tarot, the other girl seemed too nice to kill anyone. Laura would have to make sure no one got to her. Rogue could handle herself. She had proven that against the Purifiers. Laura would not be touching her again though. They had come to an impasse, apparently Rogue would not be facilitating her being kicked out of school, so Laura would keep an eye on her back too. Good thing. The middle of nowhere would have been the perfect place to push someone troublesome into frozen water and pretend it was an accident. Too bad Hellion had not come. Laura pressed her hands and nose to the window of the Blackbird. She wanted to see a polar bear, but did not voice that out loud. It was time to be professional. She would just keep her eyes peeled. Of course the ice melted away and by the time they landed she was looking at a jungle. Laura followed Rogue off the plane, shadowing the woman's footsteps and stopping behind her, sniffing the air. "I do not know about paradise Professor. There are reptiles out there. And they are large." She cocked her head, listening. There were all sorts of animals scurrying around nearby and she could smell, well not quite a lizard, but something. Her eyes flicked to Magneto. Rogue was tense, more than just on a mission. Laura had no idea why, but she could smell it. Not to mention... "I thought he was a bad guy," she whispered to Rogue. She had seen the footage from Alcatraz if nothing else, shaky and low quality though it had been. He had definitely been on the other side. She was not thrilled to hear his magnetism would be even better here, she might not have the full adamantium skeleton Wolverine did, but her claws were coated in the metal. She would hate for him to start dragging her along by them. It would make him very hard to kill. Maybe Tarot could summon her lion back if it came down to it. She would get Marie-Ange alone and consult with her.

- *Tarot - 08-31-2025

[CF: All The Pretty Horses] The Savage Lands were a thing of raw, violent beauty. What she wouldn't give to have the spare time to paint the way the frozen outer shell gave way to lush, vibrant jungle landscapes; recreating them from memory would have to do. Tarot wasn't really sure why she was there, either, and the knowledge that giant lizards were a factor did not help this bemused confusion. The redhead's slender form, clad in the form-fitting uniform with light blue piping, lingered close to Rogue and Laura as they followed the Professor's descent from the Blackbird. The atmosphere was heavy with expectation but Laura seemed to sense no imminent threats. That was good, but common sense told her that it was just as likely that the Blackbird's landing might draw attention from the local wildlife as well as send it scurrying away. "What are the chances one of those large reptiles might be interested in the big metal bird that just landed?" She squeaked out to Laura, in a half-joking manner. The feral mutant was right to question Tarot's killer instinct. Of course, she wanted to do her part - she had absolutely no regrets about coming along, but it was still hard to believe that Rogue and Xavier allowed her to come at all and that they thought she might be an asset. It was a wonderful feeling, and it only made her more determined to prove them right. The tension upon landing was hard to miss. It did little good for her nerves, but she did her best to conceal her anxiety. Magneto struck an imposing figure and from the way Rogue bristled as soon as he came to view, she was guessing that there was some negative history there. The fortune teller decided it was best to keep her two-cents out of the situation, though hazel eyes did flicker over the calm and benevolent form of the Professor once or twice as Rogue all but declared her suspicions that Magneto had ulterior motives and Laura questioned his morality altogether. A 'bad guy' was certainly one way of putting it. Tarot had no opinion on the matter, but she did trust Professor Xavier's judgement. Hazel eyes drifted restlessly over the landscape around them, equally appreciative and apprehensive. Her Strength card was already in hand, prepared to be used at a moment's notice. Gloved hands worry the edges as she turns the glossy card over and over between her fingers. There were others that could be useful here too; particularly the Lovers, but only time would tell how she might be of service. Hopefully, if her foresight triggered, it wouldn't be in the middle of running for her life from a giant, toothy reptile.

- Max Eisenhardt - 09-12-2025

Something akin to magnetism had always drawn Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr together; a different sort of magnetism which gave the world the powerhouse of two of the greatest minds to test the boundaries of what it meant to be human and mutant alike. They had gone different ways some time ago but their overall goals remained the same. Each only wanted what was best for their own kind, but only one of them wanted to be equal to humans. It was their evolutionary right to be more than equals; they were meant to inherit the Earth. A man of both philosophy and science would agree. Darwinism at its finest even with evolution taking a step forward so quickly. But the man known as Magneto remained silent as Charles came down, speaking to him about things which he already knew. "Charles, have faith old friend. We will find more than paradise here." Cold blue eyes flickered their gaze to Rogue, who had come down the ramp next. "Rogue," he addressed her by the name she had picked for herself. Her true name. "Looking perfect as ever. Though I assume there has been some growth in the last decade." It was the only thing he was going to say to her, for he felt something familiar in the magnetic field around him. A sing-song thrumming so appropriately unique there could be only one who it belonged to. Though why Charles would bring him was not a question Magneto was going to ask. To Erik's immense surprise, a young lady walked down the ramp third, looking familiar but only in the way one would recognize the adamantium on her bones. "So, there is yet another." His gaze returned to Charles for a moment; a knowing look of disappointment. Why bring another who had metal on their bones in some fashion? Not as extensively as Logan's but still enough for Magneto to do as he needed to should the opportunity arise. Hopefully it wouldn't come to that. "And who is this?" A girl he did not recognize, wearing the same uniform as the other two, had appeared last. How strange was it to bring someone who Magneto knew nothing about. Perhaps Charles truly was trusting in a way Erik had not anticipated. Though he kept his helmet on, not bothering to trust the possibility of another telepath. "What might your power be?" He directed his question to the last out of the jet, ignoring the rustling in the trees even as a low, loud growl escaped whatever was out there. It moved through the underbrush, pushing aside whole trunks and stomping out bushes underfoot. Magneto knew it was there, could feel the disruption of the magnetic field as it was pushed aside. How was he to know when it would make its move? Still, waiting around for it to do so was not conducive to their adventure and the sense of wonder would need to cease as soon as possible. "We have an audience with this island's regent." Though little did current company know, their appointment would begin with breaking in to the sorceress' palace. Something huffed from the trees, slowly appearing as it poked its head out into the clearing. All teeth and small eyes, two-fingered hands brandishing claws as it stepped more into view. "And it seems the local wildlife would like to delay us." Magneto turned towards the overgrown lizard, his back to the X-Men.