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Post by ayden2 on Oct 6, 2009 10:57:06 GMT
The venue of the 52nd Street cafe/bar was one of casual classy behaviour. Most of the people here were dressed in semi-cocktail dress, as if they were having a business outting. The place was rented out, but their alotted time had almost entirely expired. They mingled with each other, looking like they were having the time of their lives. It was strange, some people found their excitement through pumping clubs and off the chain dancefloors, others found it simply through relaxed social interaction. Well, one could not deny that there was a relaxed feeling in the air; which could be attributed to one man.
At the rear of the cafe/bar, slightly to the east of the counter, was a small stage perfectly lit by multi coloured lights stretching from blue, green and red. On the stage was a large classical piano; accompanied by a alto saxophone. On the piano was a fairly young man, whom seemed to be lost in his own world as his fingers moved delicately from key to key. He had gained the attention of the majority of the guests inside the cafe/bar due to his relaxed and free style of improvisation. He had been playing for almost 3 hours now, only with a 15 minute interval after the first hour and a half; yet he showed no sign of fatigue...or sweat for that matter. The truth behind that, was his mutation, and the comfort it gave him having his body temperature sit around 24 degrees celcius; but no one knew he was a mutant. No, he was just a extraordinarily talented young pianist.
The event was finishing, as was his performance. He finished on one final chord, to which most people finished their conversations and clapped him as he, and his partner, bowed and showed their appreciation for his entertainment skills. Taking a microphone handed to him by one of the staff members. He bowed once more, clapping his hands to show his respect for his partner. "Thank you. It was a pleasure for myself, and Samuel, to provide you with tonights entertainment. You got any tips for me? Send em over to Jack at the bar, he's done a great job; and what a looker huh? I mean, any of you single ladies there, go have a quick chat with him. You'll be dropping your numbers quicker than I dropped my glass of water." His rather careless jokes were recieved with laughter as he took the microphone away from his mouth to clap his partner and the bartender. With that being said, we hope you folks have a great night. He's Sam, I'm Benjamin, although, you can just call me Benji. We'll see you around."
Ben left the stage as the people clapped him to the backroom. A part of him hated pretending like he genuinely cared about the people in the bar. Although, he only cared about performing music, that was it. Moving out of the backroom, he made his way to Jack at the bar. "Hey Jack, just a latte, two sugars, if you got time?" Jack nodded and prepared a latte as Benjamin turned his back to the counter and began to watch most of the workers leave. The bar/cafe wasn't closing, moreso just the venue was now free to the public. Benjamin recieved his late night coffee and sat down by himself at a table.
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Post by Morphia on Oct 8, 2009 6:16:16 GMT
After the 'office party' Morphia was rather bored. She couldn't believe she'd actually come to this place. Polite conversation was never really her thing, even when she'd been a kid she'd always said what was on her mind. So there she was, from what she'd heard the fellow playing the piano wasn't a normal guy. Rumors and whispers said he was a little more than that- a mutant maybe? She'd decided to find out, the brotherhood was lacking in members these days, what with Wanda and her little friends suddenly loosing their stomachs. For the 'interview' of sorts she was trying her best to play the part of a classy business type. But the tattoos visible on her back and arms weren't helping. She was wearing a black corset and ankle length skirt with a pair of high heels and her most casual jewelry. For her was dressing down, for the rest of the party she was a tad over dressed. She made her way to the bar while every one else filed out. "Benji is it?" She said, after a moment of sitting beside the man. |
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Post by ayden2 on Oct 8, 2009 6:41:39 GMT
His latte was good, man Jack really was skilled at his craft. whilst he was taking a few small sips, he noticed out of the corner of his eye a rather differently dressed woman than the other people. She certaintly put alot more effort into her appearance. She also happened to sit right next to Ben and get his attention. Hearing his name, he turned around slowly. "Yeah, that's me. What can I do for you?" He was halfway through his latte, but he enjoyed twirling it around with his teaspoon, mixing the froth in with the liquid.
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Post by Magneto on Oct 8, 2009 21:26:43 GMT
"Quite a bit perhaps." Erik Lehnsherr informed. These trips abroad were becoming too dangerous, he'd have to stop at this point. This would be the last one. If was even more dangerous with him not wearing his helmet. It would be no difficult feat for Charles to turn him into a vegetable if he caught him now. He'd make this fast, Morphia could deal with it. "Now young Benjamin, if I told you that I had reason to believe those terrible Sentinel machines were soon to be integrated with X-gene detecting technology and would be patrolling these.....cradle of civilised society. Would it cause you any concern?"
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Post by Morphia on Oct 8, 2009 21:44:26 GMT
Morphia smirked as Magneto appeared behind her. He was certainly getting good at these entrances.
The asian woman hand't even seen where he was in the party, he blended in with these yuppy types a little to well.
Morphia nodded towards Jack the bartender and motioned for the Vodka on the bar. She then turned back to the conversation. "My associate." She introduced after Magneto had his opening monologue.
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Post by ayden2 on Oct 8, 2009 23:33:49 GMT
Another voice, to the the side. This one was much more higher class, and a quite a bit older as well. Ben didn't even see him enter the bar, which made him wonder if he was simply incredibly smooth or that Ben was too focused on his music to notice him. With every word Erik spoke, Ben's eyes began to grow wider. Did this man know Ben's secret? That would be impossible, the only person who knew about this was dead; or at least, lying in a hospital with his ears and tongue burnt out of his body so he couldn't tell anyone.
Ben began to feel threatened, but he remained fairly calm. He slowly moved his right hand under the counter, and generated a small amount of heat into it. A tiny flame was hidden in his palm, which he could make quite larger in a split second. "I'm not even going to bother asking how you know...about me. I'll just answer your question; no, I wouldn't be concerned. They are made of steel, and steel burns." In all honesty, he would prefer it if a sentinel didn't ruin his career, he had worked hard to bring his performance career back up to shape.
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Post by Magneto on Oct 12, 2009 23:38:48 GMT
"Do not worry Benjamin, I bring you no ill will. I am like yourself, as is my college, gifted individuals, not like those around us." he replied, keeping a cool relaxed tone to his voice. Soon, even offering his hand to the young fire starter. "There was a time when people called me Erik, but now I am known as Magneto." The very same Magneto that had sunk the US Aircraft carrier, it had been a reprisal attack for the massacre of the Morlocks, but the media didn't appear to be aware of that attack. How suiting.
"If you'd be willing to give us some time to talk, I have a car waiting outside, some things not best discussed around so many, unwanted ears, I'm sure you'll understand." he continued, the hand that was not currently being held out for Benjamin being moved to rest on the young man's shoulder.
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Post by ayden2 on Oct 13, 2009 0:29:33 GMT
Benjamin could only stare curiously into Erik's eyes; there was something so convincing about them. He had a agenda, and his eyes told Ben that he would do almost anything to achieve it. He wasn't a evil man, no, he seemed to show much care for his 'fellow' kind. Ben looked around, scanning the cafe/bar as he made sure there was no one who would recognise him if he did enter Erik's car.
"I guess I could spare five minutes..." Ben finished his latte before standing up and following Magneto to his car. He kept a careful eye on Morphia behind him. He disliked having someone follow him; it made him feel on edge. Still, there was something in the way that Magneto placed his hand on Ben's shoulder, that Ben knew he would not be in danger today.
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Post by Morphia on Oct 13, 2009 3:18:04 GMT
Morphia looked at Ben we looked at her. "Relax darling." She said raising both hands. "I don't bite."
She cocked an eye brow for half a second with a smirk she was practiced at flirting in bars- which left a bad taste in her mouth to think about, she thought she'd left that life with Gilgamesh.
She took a sip of her drink and flicked her eyes to Magneto waiting for him to head to the car. She stood and left a fifty dollar bill on the table, that should more than cover every ones drinks.
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Post by Magneto on Oct 13, 2009 21:38:52 GMT
"Splendid." he replied, smiling in a most pleasant manner as he led the way out to the car, a finely crafted machine indeed. The good people at BMW could be true artisans when they wanted to be. The mutant that was operating as Magneto and Morphia's driver opened the door, Erik gave him a nod and slid into the back of the car, near instantly reaching for the helmet that was waiting for him.
"A most useful device, this helmet. Keeps unwanted intruders out of my head, telepath's are a man's worst enemy when he's trying to stay out of notice." explained the leader of the Brotherhood, before giving his company for the little car ride a moment to get comfortable.
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Post by ayden2 on Oct 13, 2009 23:33:27 GMT
He was led into a nice car, one that he expected most rich people to drive; or rather, have drivers to drive them around in. Seating himself down, he watched Magneto and Morphia curiously. It was strange, despite their rather suspicious appearance, he felt as though he could trust them. They too, were mutants, but he had no idea what their abilities were. He had not heard of Magneto, thanks to the efforts of the media trying not to draw him attention.
"Why would a telepath want to enter your head?" It did make Ben feel a little uncomfortable the thought of someone who was miles away that could enter his head and mess around with his thoughts. He never knew there were that powerful people around.
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Post by Morphia on Oct 14, 2009 3:26:48 GMT
Morphia sat down in the car, next to the fire-starter and and crossed her legs.
She looked at Magneto as he donned his helmet and smirked at how Fury seemed a little uncomfortable about the idea of telepaths rooting around in his thoughts.
"Because thats what they do." She said calmly. "Some start fires, and others carry fire extinguishers. Not every power is relevant at every time."
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Post by Magneto on Oct 16, 2009 19:34:08 GMT
"Many reasons my boy, many reasons." he replied at first, a gentle smile aimed at the fire wielder, so naive. He could be enlightened on everything later on. The car started to take off, like nothing more then a casual drive.
"Tell me Benjamin, what do you know about Genosha?" Yes, getting straight to business, Genosha, the largest haven for mutants on the planet, recently attacked by the Sentinels, soon the Brotherhood would be enacting revenge, but that would be a different story.
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Post by ayden2 on Oct 17, 2009 0:42:48 GMT
"The ruins?" Benjamin's eyebrow raised as he was asked about Genosha. He had heard that it was just a pile of rubble now; although he had never seen it for himself so he could not exactly comment. He paused for a few moments, before his face turned to a rather joking one. "Oh, I get it...This is the part where you tell me that they aren't ruins anymore and that you have a secret base there; where you plot the world's downfall, right?" Even though he was joking, he was almost completely on the dot with how true that was. Another smirk slid across the young man's face as he continued with his sarcasm. "And, you've come to offer me a place...because you know what I am...and what I can do, right?"
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Post by Magneto on Oct 21, 2009 13:42:30 GMT
"Ruins, oh no my boy. Genosha is not in ruins, I assure you of that." he replied, he almost took offence to the idea that those glorified tin cans could have such a last effect on his country, that there was still damage done to Genosha.
"You don't watch the news very often do you?" Magneto asked, as the fire manipulator made his little joke about the secret base, unaware of...somewhat close to the truth he was. "Morphia, I believe there's a New York Times behind you with the article on The Brotherhood and the Secretary of Defence promising our acts of terrorism will not be tolerated. Would you mind passing it to our new friend?" he asked. Their terrorism, it was typical of the media, none would report about the morlocks that were massacred in the sewers. Heaven forbid some expose the United States for what it really was. It was a teenager really, an over sized teenager who had been to school and thought it knew however worked.
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