#masterofmagnetismx

Bobby had to say, exploring this District X was a little overwhelming. Back home it was just a small handful of them with the Professor and here? Well there were so many mutants! He’d never have dreamed of seeing so many in one place before and it was kind of overwhelming... That and the whole time travelling thing. So he’d gone looking for a quiet place and found one. 

These greenhouses were huge and he recognised almost none of the plants in them but no one else was about so he was happy enough sitting in the corner and reading a book. He didn’t read often but he liked to fall into a fantasy novel from time to time. He was about two chapters in when he heard the door to the greenhouse open and jumped out of his skin when Magneto casually walked in. “You!?” he yelled, getting to his feet and raising his hands which quickly iced over, “How are you here!? If you wanna fight mister you got it!” he yelled, wishing he had backup. 

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Linda didn’t know who she was dancing with, didn’t much care either, he was young and pretty hot and brought her two drinks, decent enough, though he could dance better. She draped herself over the guy in the small bar, this was ‘the district’ was a shit-hole bar-wise, ugh. “How bout you get me another drink hmmmmm?” she cooed, sending the dude off towards the bar and smirking, she was tempted to skip out on him, see if he’d chase her, that could be funny.

It was surprisingly easy to track Erik down, getting into the District hadn’t been difficult, his powers made hiding himself child’s play, and from there he’d borrowed a form or two to learn where his former leader was living these days. He’d picked the lock, a skill he’d picked up in his youth and settled on a couch in the other’s space waiting for him to arrive home, not bothering to hide his true visage for this meeting. Erik may think him an illusion regardless; he was supposed to be dead after all. 

He’d lit a cigar and just exhaled his first puff when the door opened and the other finally entered, likely already knowing someone was here and probably not happy about it, he waited till Erik was in view before smirking, “Evening, old friend. I hope you’re not about to attack me after all the trouble I went to to find you?”

Stepping through the gate into District X Alfred looked around with mild curiosity before heading to his organised appointment. It would be rude to keep the man waiting and Alfred was never rude... Outwardly at least. He stepped into the meeting room, a polite nod given to the young man who’d shown him the way before turning on his perfectly polished shoes to look at the other he’d come to meet: Erik Lehnsherr.

“Mr. Lehnsherr.” Alfred nodded and extended a hand, “Thank you for your agreeing to this meeting. I do so hope you have not been kept waiting?” he asked politely.

EF: something is going on with tommy, theirry and the joker.

EF: Thierry asked me to look in the joker’s head for things he knows about him and tommy but wouldn’t tell me why or give me a direction. I’m not sure it’s a good idea for me to do that without knowing what’s up but I wanted to let you know.

EF: I’m trying to figure out what’s going on, if I can actually help.

She packed it up and put a few blueberry muffins in a bag before she put it in a backpack and headed out. He lived just far enough outside the city that it was a hassle to get there, but she kept reminding herself she was going to say thank you, going to say thank you. Right. To say thank you. Not argue, just thank you.

“Knock knock.” She said when she finally got into the interior door. She could have just walked in, but he lived with a woman now and -- well, she wasn’t trying to interrupt his life. Gross.

“I brought food, I heard you might be hard up for it,” She teases. She had briefly discussed with Rogue her inability to cook. There was enough for the two of them here in the bag, with some left overs, otherwise known as a normal Pietro meal.

Linda sat across Erik now completely relaxed, there had been a time where she’d been unable to do so during his (off calendar) appointments... God things had been different back then. “So,” she began, folding her hands in her lap, “I’m gonna take a shot in the dark here and say the other night was not a pleasant time for you?”