Post by Ricohard on Aug 25, 2012 17:03:42 GMT -5
Magneto had slept well, the few hours that he had slept, but had risen early as he so often did. He had long since learned to survive on little sleep, a luxury that he could ill afford when hunted as he had been. The fact that it limited his exposure to the normally nightmarish world of his own mind was something that had not gone unnoticed.
Rising he considered the possibilities of the day. His mouth hardened as he considered the difficulties that they would face going forward. With out Charles and the use of his wonderful machine they would be reduced to more normal ways for seeking out those of his people who had been kidnapped.
Which led him to another thought. There were plenty of ways to have arranged this sort of an organisation however very few of them would not have caused waves in the underground, in the world of crime. A new player like this would not have been able to avoid being noticed. Now many of these would not speak to he likes of the X-men, after all they were too obvious a force for Order however they might speak to Magneto, after all he admited to himself that he had secured these people's aid more than once in his pursuit of his true goals.
A few phone calls later and he had received, if not the information that he was seeking then at least information that had led him to a point of understanding.
The flight out here had not taken long and it felt good to exercise his powers again, he did not wish to think what he would have done if they had been taken from him for much longer than they were. He stood outside of the warehouse that his contacts had directed him too. Looking up at the large main doors he extended both hands and the doors slowly, noisily shifted on their wheels and rolled apart.
Rising he considered the possibilities of the day. His mouth hardened as he considered the difficulties that they would face going forward. With out Charles and the use of his wonderful machine they would be reduced to more normal ways for seeking out those of his people who had been kidnapped.
Which led him to another thought. There were plenty of ways to have arranged this sort of an organisation however very few of them would not have caused waves in the underground, in the world of crime. A new player like this would not have been able to avoid being noticed. Now many of these would not speak to he likes of the X-men, after all they were too obvious a force for Order however they might speak to Magneto, after all he admited to himself that he had secured these people's aid more than once in his pursuit of his true goals.
A few phone calls later and he had received, if not the information that he was seeking then at least information that had led him to a point of understanding.
The flight out here had not taken long and it felt good to exercise his powers again, he did not wish to think what he would have done if they had been taken from him for much longer than they were. He stood outside of the warehouse that his contacts had directed him too. Looking up at the large main doors he extended both hands and the doors slowly, noisily shifted on their wheels and rolled apart.