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thoughtformed2012-06-11 10:45 pm
coinmover) wrote in thoughtformed2012-06-11 10:45 pm
Meeting In The Park.
What: An action log for Magneto's meeting of the super-powered.
Who: Anyone who wants to come! He's hardly checking superpowers at the door!
When: 7 PM, June 11th.
Where: The gazebo at Seaside Park.
Erik stood at the edge of the gazebo, looking out over the sea as the sun set and silently preparing himself. He was not... public-spirited by nature, and while he felt no fear at the thought of addressing a crowd, nevertheless there was a tension, a nervous excitement. He could change the balance of power here. A test run for back home.
Unseen, in the rafters above him, he had set half a dozen large iron ball bearings in a steady orbit. Their regularity was calming to him, as was the security they could provide him at a moment''s notice. Reaching out with his senses, he could detect the electrical fixtures in the gazebo, the streetlights that edged the park, the cars on the street, and several dozen other small pieces of metal moving -- belt buckles, coins, cell phone components... sometimes, the familiar shape of a gun.
He continued watching the sea until the first of these collections of metal objects moved toward him, and then -- before it came close enough to make a sound -- turned to see who his first guest was.
Who: Anyone who wants to come! He's hardly checking superpowers at the door!
When: 7 PM, June 11th.
Where: The gazebo at Seaside Park.
Erik stood at the edge of the gazebo, looking out over the sea as the sun set and silently preparing himself. He was not... public-spirited by nature, and while he felt no fear at the thought of addressing a crowd, nevertheless there was a tension, a nervous excitement. He could change the balance of power here. A test run for back home.
Unseen, in the rafters above him, he had set half a dozen large iron ball bearings in a steady orbit. Their regularity was calming to him, as was the security they could provide him at a moment''s notice. Reaching out with his senses, he could detect the electrical fixtures in the gazebo, the streetlights that edged the park, the cars on the street, and several dozen other small pieces of metal moving -- belt buckles, coins, cell phone components... sometimes, the familiar shape of a gun.
He continued watching the sea until the first of these collections of metal objects moved toward him, and then -- before it came close enough to make a sound -- turned to see who his first guest was.
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"Yes, that would be me. However, my abilities aside, your mind is truly stunning. I can do little more than the barest peak before it gives me a headache. I can not imagine having that much knowledge." As much as he would love to imagine exactly that. To know what the Doctor knew. To retain so much information.
If he knew what The Doctor thought of him, he would feel a swelling of pride over it. Charles considered his own abilities to be impressive, but few people could understand that scope and not recoil from it.
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