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   “Oh, hey, Mister Pym,” says David, appearing cheerful despite the glowing eyes and rainbow energy bleeding off his skin. “Not sure if y’ aware o’ me. I’ve been aware o’ you for a wee bit now. Hard not to be when y’, well … inter-dimensional an’ shit.”

   David Haller doesn’t really involve himself in the inter-dimensional minutia. Oh, he could. He’s pretty sure he’s some sort of inevitable multiversal constant at this point. Hard not to think such things when you’ve been removed from existence at least twice and then dragged, kicking and screaming back into this shit show of a life both times. It’s not really a good thing to be aware of because it just makes his self-destructive nature worse. Makes him want to push the limits. To perhaps get a larger data set and see if the universe will drag him back a third time.

   Which might be a small factor in why he finds himself before a being that calls himself God. A wee bit fucking pretentious, that.

Raze had been on mission for Xavier, and left in his yellow jumpsuit. Normal for an X-Man. When he returned, he was wearing white pants and a white vest; left open to show off his body. He was quieter, more reserved. And in hushed tones had been speaking with Rogue and Kurt. Raze had met his mother, and it had effected him deeply.

Logan could tell something was off by the air in the place as he came downstairs; there was a charge, something electric but also tinged with anxiety... fear, even. A sniff told him who was here, who was where... and a cold finger ran up his spine. Raze was home, but if his nose was to be trusted -- and it generally was -- then he was up to something unprecedented. Kurt and Rogue had always been curious about their sibling, sure, but also kept a respectful distance. Logan didn't want Raze knowing too much about her, caring too much about her.

People who cared about Raven always got hurt. Himself included.

So he knew, without having to ask or having to get closer and catch her scent, however faint, that the unthinkable had happened. Raze had finally met his mother. Once he got a good look at him, he felt his feet almost falter -- the boy looked too much like her, dressed all in white.

God damn the woman.

Emma wasn't so naive to think that Ares needed a weapon to cause destruction, but she said nothing. The rest of the council wanted to hear the God out, and she would oblige. She scoffed when the Greek man mentioned not being accepted. She assumed he meant his same sex relationship.

As if Emma "bisexual af" Grace needed incentive to accept it. Her only relative worth anything was a gay man, Christian.

She pressed her lips in a thin line. She wanted to bring up that time he joined forces with Osborn, but then he might bring up her place in the Osborn Cabal alongside Namor. She had no choice but to let bygones be bygones.

She steepled her fingers and met his steely gaze, unwavering.

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Match sat stiffly in the living room of the apartment, unsure what to do with himself. it's only been a week since his genetic template, er... Kon, took him in and explained some of his plans. like a good weapon, he'd listened and done as asked, yet he's still unsure what to do when left to his own devices. without any standing orders other than 'wait here', Match had sat himself down on the couch and waited.

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bucky sinks his arms around dane's waist from behind, pressing his nose into his shoulder--too short to incline over the wing--scenting his cologne, his soaps, the distant ever-present scent of metal and blood, and the stench of the paint cups.