Mystique

-- of the tunnel, she stepped out into the sun, throwing up a hand to shield her eyes. Running away from the humans for the last time. Running to @SlasherMutant and her own kind.} {softly} Here we go...

-- at his side. Better to align herself with @FcknFriendly and @GoodAPlaceAsAny. Take out the human's sanctuary and @ViciousWeapon too. Hell, at this point, it was practically an act of mercy. It's what Erik would have done. Pushing open the grate at the end --

-- .@ViciousWeapon couldn't learn. Wouldn't learn. Trying to connect with these.... /people/ would bring nothing but pain. He didn't belong with them. Not with the half blinded boy with the hat. Not the do gooder in the suit, or the smirking girl who thought she belonged --

-- in distaste as her thoughts snapped to @ViciousWeapon, she made her way through the sewers towards the surface, hating #Logan more and more with every step he took. A daughter. A love of his own? What a damn laugh. Even in a world crawling with the Dead, --

{muttering} Humans... {@NoSafeHaven_'s face felt tight and tired; a mask that did nothing but serve her purpose, to get her away from the self righteous stench of /normalcy/, the enforced glimpse of a life she'd never have... And /him/. #Rick's nose flaring, lip curling --

@NoSafeHaven_ @PequenoCarcayu @_FindThatStar @SoManyArrows @BowedTracker @CrimesConcierge @DeafToTheDead @PragmaticHope @ViciousWeapon -- at the look in #Rick's eyes. Care for the boy. Love for the /boy/. What must it be like, to feel that from family?} {quietly} Here's how it is. Either I'm leaving, or Carl is. Your call.

@PequenoCarcayu @_FindThatStar @FluidFatality @SoManyArrows @BowedTracker @CrimesConcierge @DeafToTheDead @PragmaticHope @ViciousWeapon --*head canting, he leveled an unwavering gaze on @FluidFatality* Thea, if you'll step back, we'd like to have a word with you. Nobody here wants to hurt you...

-- room, @_FindThatStar inexplicably with his family in one room and @DeafToTheDead in the other, he beckoned @PragmaticHope closer, brow slowly lifting.} We have a problem.

@NoSafeHaven_ @PequenoCarcayu @_FindThatStar @SoManyArrows @BowedTracker @CrimesConcierge @DeafToTheDead @PragmaticHope @ViciousWeapon -- It's fear. They don't /like/ you. That /girl/ doesn't like you. How can she? {purring} She's human. /They're/ human. And you? You're an animal. {Tongue running over her teeth, she shifted her gaze back to the boy's father, an unpleasant punch to the gut hitting her --

@NoSafeHaven_ @PequenoCarcayu @_FindThatStar @SoManyArrows @BowedTracker @CrimesConcierge @DeafToTheDead @PragmaticHope @ViciousWeapon -- {Lip curling in distaste, she let her eyes flood yellow, #Thea's freckled fingers slowly giving way to electric blue.} ... /human/. {Letting the facade drop, she let her true form show, gaze flickering to #Logan.} Do you see it, Logan? That look in their eyes? --

@NoSafeHaven_ @PequenoCarcayu @_FindThatStar @SoManyArrows @BowedTracker @CrimesConcierge @DeafToTheDead @PragmaticHope @ViciousWeapon Wish I could say the same. {#Thea's lips curling in an uncharacteristic smirk, she lifted a hand to #Carl's throat, wrapping her fingers around his neck.} {tutting} Rick... You're /weak/. Not your fault. It's a flaw of the species. It's just... --

{wonders @SoManyArrows preference for @LevelUpDead's scarred face} {Surely he would prefer one not so different? So... ruined?}

@NoSafeHaven_ @PequenoCarcayu @SoManyArrows @BowedTracker @CrimesConcierge @_FindThatStar @DeafToTheDead @PragmaticHope -- {Bursting through the door, tears in her eyes, she raced to the boy's side, knowing #Logan had to be seconds behind her.} Carl! Help! {Spinning behind the boy, she clung to his shirt, a crack of panic in her voice.} Logan's gone crazy! He's trying to kill me!

@PequenoCarcayu @SoManyArrows @BowedTracker @CrimesConcierge @_FindThatStar @DeafToTheDead @PragmaticHope @FluidFatality --Laura? Why would you... *head canting, he peered up @FluidFatality, his gaze meeting the eyes buried deep within his son's form, and paused, uncertain* *quietly* Who are you?

@NoSafeHaven_ @PequenoCarcayu @SoManyArrows @BowedTracker @CrimesConcierge @_FindThatStar @DeafToTheDead @PragmaticHope -- in a stunning blue blur as she ran impossibly fast from the kitchen. Rounding the corner, making for #Carl and @DeafToTheDead, she morphed into another of the group, ethereal features fading, giving way to the scarred visage of @LevelUpDead.} Carl! --

@NoSafeHaven_ @PequenoCarcayu @SoManyArrows @BowedTracker @CrimesConcierge @_FindThatStar @DeafToTheDead @PragmaticHope -- #Logan and #Laura, brow slowly lifting.} Maybe it's the company you're keeping. You know what they say... Lie down with /dogs/.... {Turning the full force of her smile on #Logan, she trickled her fingers in a wave and vaulted backwards, the image of #Carl fading --

@NoSafeHaven_ @PequenoCarcayu @SoManyArrows @BowedTracker @CrimesConcierge @_FindThatStar @DeafToTheDead @PragmaticHope -- sliding across her face, she let her eyes flash yellow, relishing the look of unease on #Rick's face.} What's wrong, Dad? {A blink and she was back behind the mask, feigning angelic innocence.} Don't you know me? {Head canting, she jutted her chin towards --

@NoSafeHaven_ @PequenoCarcayu @SoManyArrows @BowedTracker @CrimesConcierge @_FindThatStar @DeafToTheDead @PragmaticHope -- fingers like water. It wasn't hate churning her stomach. It was envy. She wanted that bond blazing from every soul in that room, the one she'd only truly held with #Eric, and it burned that this circle had it and she didn't.} Me? {A sly smile, so unlike #Carl's --

@NoSafeHaven_ @PequenoCarcayu @SoManyArrows @BowedTracker @CrimesConcierge @_FindThatStar @DeafToTheDead @PragmaticHope {Pathetic. That's what she told herself #Rick was. What she wanted to think. Nothing more than just another meat sack mewling for his offspring. She wanted to hate him, the blue eyed /norm/ surrounded by family, but that hate, that anger was slipping through her --

@NoSafeHaven_ -- keeping #Carl's insipidly charming smile fixed for her illusion, she moved down the steps and to the tile, glancing left and right, idly wondering in which direction lay the boy's father.} {softly} Marco?

@NoSafeHaven_ -- I guess the torture's starting early. {Balancing on the balls of her feet, swaying with the motion of the car as it bounced gently to ground, she bowed her head, the boy's unkempt hair falling across her eyes as the door opened.} Hello? {Stepping out carefully, --

@NoSafeHaven_ -- righteousness hidden underground, and once again, all it took to walk right through the door was a familiar face. Brow lifting as the doors wooshed open, she moved inside, silently twinging at the auditory insult pumped into the elevator.} {under her breath} Bluegrass? --

@NoSafeHaven_ {A rueful smile tugging up at the corner of the boy's mouth, she inputted the code and strode up the stairs, head canting to listen for the whirr and chug of the approaching elevator car. How like #Charles' fortress of futility this was. A bastion of --