A scoff. A tinge of amusement at the thought. She simply pokes the bear, wanting to see the rise of anger and the frustration from the one known as The Reaper. As Ghost Rider. It is what Mystique is good at. What she is known for. A cruel smile appears, searching for gaps in this persona to annoy. Mystique enjoys the thrill like cat and mice, cat and dog and so on and so on. No matter what : predator versus prey. So often mistaken as the lamb when the gene-shifter was often the lion.
" You wouldn't hurt me, would you? " Shifting to replicate a child, no more than a mere eight year old girl. Doe eyes look up at him, snuggling the bear closely to her chest. A child like voice echoing the room. So innocent, so vulnerable. " I'm really just a kid. " Remember : lamb versus lion. " I didn't mean to hurt anyone, Mr. I'm really sorry. " Eyes swell with fake tears. Anything to sell the act and escape to freedom.
@blhze , i have been generous up 'til now. i can be cruel.
