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Post by Rothchild on Nov 25, 2017 22:21:01 GMT -5
Rothchild watched in awe as Mystique withdrew the trinket, gazing at it fondly when his surprise had subsided. He smiled warmly, it reminded him of old times...happier times.
Before all of this.
It reminded him of the times that he and Mystique would venture together to the familial home, play with little Barbs, tell her of the grand adventures they would all take some day.
His old eyes moved to look into hers and he set his forehead gently against hers.
"You are what you have only ever been to me," he said softly, "You are warm. You are kind. You think so very much for others, how could I possibly believe you to be doing anything but bettering your life for your son...what a fool I would be."
He kissed her head gently.
"I know you will find him some day," Rothchild went on, without a single sign of questioning in his statement, "I may not have any special abilities, but I do know this. And it pains me to see you without him."
Just then, a memory stirred in his mind and he looked over her head at the horizon.
"I say..." he said as his mouth gaped, "....what did your son look like? Was he....your same color? Did he have an uh...an appendage on his posterior? A tail?"
He looked back at Mystique.
"And eyes as golden as your own...? Dear me, I have met the boy! Indeed, I've met him myself! Not very long past, in fact! In a church near.....oh gracious I cannot hardly remember, it was in....yes, Germany surely. Oh what a gentle soul he is! I swear to you upon my dear mother's headstone, I had stumbled into the village battered by the elements and he brought me a cup of water!"
He grunted at an additional memory.
"The men of the cloth surrounding him scolded him for revealing himself to a stranger, but oh did I ever give them a walloping, what!" he scoffed, "They have kept him very safe indeed, I promise you."
Rothchild gasped.
"Why, we must go forth and retrieve him together!" he exclaimed, "It would hardly be a trouble at all! Book passages, stay in the finest places, bring the boy back to you...! Would that be what you would want...?"
He questioned this because he realized he had perhaps gotten carried away and instead turned his attentions back to Mystique's face.
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Mystique
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Raven Darkholme is not a woman to be trifled with.
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Post by Mystique on Dec 7, 2017 18:46:35 GMT -5
All of Mystique's fears of rejection seemed so far away. As he set his forehead against hers, she closed her eyes and took in his familiar scent. He hadn't changed a bit. Older, yes, but still very much the man she loved all those years ago. Her eyes opened and she looked up at him just in time to feel his lips press into her hair, a smile spreading across her face. How could she have ever been so naive as to think he would ever see her as a monster? The man with the purest heart she had ever known, and he was trying to convince her that she was better than she truly was.
Her hand came up and brushed against his cheek, guiding his gaze to meet hers. "What did I ever do to deserve a love like yours?"
Before she knew it, Rothchild began asking questions about her son. Before she could answer any of them, he said five words she would have never expected. "I have met the boy." Her eyes went wide. "You've met Kurt?" she asked in a small voice, feeling somewhere beyond disbelief. She stared at him as he told his story, heart swelling with a motherly pride. Her son would help a stranger, against the wishes of those that would keep him safe.
As he spoke, she began to brighten up, practically beaming at the realization that her son was alive. All of her worries disappeared. A weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Her son was ALIVE.
"Reginald, I could KISS you!" And indeed, that was precisely what she did. She grabbed his face and kissed him with all of her excitement. "Yes! I would love to go with you to pick him up! Artie has some business in Latveria, but we can go with him and go to Germany right after!" She threw her arms around him, perhaps more relieved than she ever thought she could be.
"Thank you, Reginald. I was about to reconcile that I would never see him again. That he was likely dead. If it wasn't for you, I might never have known to look for him."
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Cheetah
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This sort of thing doesn't happen to Barbara Minerva. I don't let it.
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Post by Cheetah on Dec 20, 2017 22:23:11 GMT -5
As Barbara embraced Artie, she couldn’t help but hear Mystique’s exclamation about kissing her uncle. Glancing over once more, she saw the two locked in a kiss, or rather she had pulled him into one, probably much to his surprise. Barbara’s keen hearing allowed her to pick out the louder bits of their conversation, something about a trip to Latveria, of all places, followed by Germany. She had to raise an eyebrow at that. What business did Artie have in that particular country? She almost felt like returning the favor of what the two of them did today by sneaking aboard their own ship and surprising them with her presence once they had reached their destination, but upon further consideration, Barbara knew how much Artie disliked his business dealings being interrupted, so it was best if she stayed home.
“I may be wrong, but if what I’m hearing is correct, you will likely be going on an adventure with Uncle Roffs, Artie. And fairly soon too. Don’t let him tire you out too much, all right?” she joked with a smile as she gently nudged him with her hip. As she did, the ground shifted ever so slightly beneath them, which was odd since they were on what appeared to be solid ground. But, upon further examination, the area was more than a bit deceiving. Though thronged with trees and plant life, nothing approached closer than ten meters. The area was completely uniform in shape, with the lane the truck came down and the dip it rolled into suddenly making clearer sense. The buildings at Knossos were multistory and everything had to be excavated to be fully seen. Barbara and Artie were not standing on solid ground, and the two heavy vehicles rumbling over it had done more damage than initially thought. Even as she realized this, the ground sagged more before finally collapsing, sending them both plummeting into darkness.
Barbara held Artie close as they fell, trying to keep him on top in case what lay below was something nasty. She was rewarded with a hard impact that knocked the breath from her, as well as a sharp pain to her left rib and the back of her head, causing the darkness to explode in bright stars for a moment. “Artie?” she croaked and coughed, blinking back the spots and hoping she could see where they were. “Artie, are you all right?” The hole they fell through looked deceptively small. They could have fallen a couple of meters or a couple of storeys. She wouldn't be able to tell until she stood up, but she wasn't about to move until Artie answered her.
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Post by Artie Cade on Apr 24, 2018 2:57:35 GMT -5
Artie had been so distracted by the goings ons, that he was only able to let out a chuckle at Barbara's note. He stumbled slightly from the nudge of her hip, but recovered and held onto it as he scooted back close to her.
"Well..." he said, "...adventure may be just what the doctor ord-"
And then it happened.
Barbara grabbed onto him as the floor gave way and the two of them fell into the darkness. In the instant that it happened, Artie made an attempt to wriggle free and grab onto Barbara to protect her fall, but she had him close at hand.
THUD.
The debris cleared and Artie rolled off of Barbara immediately, looking around. He could see nothing. Nothing at all. It was a curious sensation, going from a bright desert of sand to absolute darkness. He couldn't make out anything at all, except to feel for Barbara near him. He felt up to find her head and caressed it gently in his lap as he scooted closer to her.
"I'm fine..." he said as his breath caught up to him, "You should have let me hold you, dear, you can't just go falling and expect to cushion me...!"
He blinked his eyes to try to adjust to the blackness, but it was of little use. He began to stare to try to make out the shape of their surroundings. Their voices echoed slightly. A cavern? A tomb? What was this place?
The small funnel of light from what had given way didn't help much, but it did help Artie to be able to judge that they had fallen about twenty feet. The ground was softer than hard stone, so he felt thankful for that at least. Ideally Barbara was relatively unhurt...
"HEY UH...!" Artie called, "RAVEN? REGINALD? ANYBODY?"
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