Mystique

-- of the tunnel, she stepped out into the sun, throwing up a hand to shield her eyes. Running away from the humans for the last time. Running to @SlasherMutant and her own kind.} {softly} Here we go...

-- at his side. Better to align herself with @FcknFriendly and @GoodAPlaceAsAny. Take out the human's sanctuary and @ViciousWeapon too. Hell, at this point, it was practically an act of mercy. It's what Erik would have done. Pushing open the grate at the end --

-- .@ViciousWeapon couldn't learn. Wouldn't learn. Trying to connect with these.... /people/ would bring nothing but pain. He didn't belong with them. Not with the half blinded boy with the hat. Not the do gooder in the suit, or the smirking girl who thought she belonged --

-- in distaste as her thoughts snapped to @ViciousWeapon, she made her way through the sewers towards the surface, hating #Logan more and more with every step he took. A daughter. A love of his own? What a damn laugh. Even in a world crawling with the Dead, --

{muttering} Humans... {@NoSafeHaven_'s face felt tight and tired; a mask that did nothing but serve her purpose, to get her away from the self righteous stench of /normalcy/, the enforced glimpse of a life she'd never have... And /him/. #Rick's nose flaring, lip curling --

{wonders @SoManyArrows preference for @LevelUpDead's scarred face} {Surely he would prefer one not so different? So... ruined?}

I like this face. {smirking} Think I'll keep it for a while... xitter.gq/RP_Beezy/status/958840…

-- inwardly cursed, reaching to press the comm button on the dusty unit's side.} Dad? Are you there? I'm... I'm in the garage. Can you come get me? I forget the code to call the elevator. @NoSafeHaven_

-- stride. The son. The father wouldn't question odd behavior from his progeny, and the boy would, undoubtedly have unrestricted access to the entire facility. Weakness, born of love, so uniquely human. Idiots. Moving to the elevator door, she eyed the key pad and --

-- {Stealing silently into the parking garage, her shadow slowly shrinking, she lifted her hand to her newly unruly hair, fingers ghosting over the bandage that wrapped around her new illusion's face, slouching into the perfect mimicry of a teenage boy's --

-- angelic features morphing to the handsome visage of @CrimesConcierge, bending to access the retinal scanner.} {under her breath} Even in death, you just /love/ the sound of your own voice, don't you Charles. {huffing} Crawl out of my ass. --

"You don't need to do this Raven. Humans are /good/ at their core. It's fear that drives them to the dark. Show them. Show them they don't need to fear you." {Irritation rising at the ghost of #Charles' voice echoing in her ear, she stole up to the parking garage door, --

Yeah. Keep telling yourself that, /gelding/. xitter.gq/Be_Extra_Nice/status/8…

-- It's a peaceful color. Or so I've been told. xitter.gq/Be_Extra_Nice/status/8…

{blinking} I will. {A ghost of a genuine smile touching her lips, she lifted her chin, momentarily unseated by the unexpected decency.} -- xitter.gq/Be_Extra_Nice/status/8…

-- of him.} Are you angry? @Be_Extra_Nice

-- her lips, she eyed @Be_Extra_Nice, idly wondering if the smug human would be entranced or crap his pants if she shifted in front --

-- and submission.} I would have been terribly frightened. And angry. {A hint of a knowing smirk playing at the corner of --

- Were you frightened? {Lifting an innocent gaze to @Be_Extra_Nice as she passed him the glass, she stepped back, the picture of respect -

-- Unconscious, where the Dead could find you? {Turning off the tap, she stepped carefully down, carrying the drink to @Be_Extra_Nice.} --