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Btw I haven't abandoned my other blogs, it's just that time, tiredness and muse have been major factors. I've been super busy over the last few months between my submariner medical appeal, working and training in the corps, physical training, two future college courses and their medicals, I've been lacking for free time which makes me tired and eats into my muse. I've only really been able to focus on one muse at a time and I just go with whoever I'm feeling most on any given day. Again, I promise I haven't forgotten my other muses, I do intend to be active on them all again, I just need some time. I appreciate those who have been patient with me though, it means a lot to me during this time. <333333333 * atm you can mainly find me here.

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dovchkiin :

To provoke me is a horrible,                                               horrible,                                                                mistake.

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"Trouble?" The notion seemed to faintly amuse the old mutant. Yet it wasn't a warm laugh that left him or a gentle expression that took his face, but a sense of bitterness that soured one corner of his lips. "I wouldn't dream of it, my dear." An outright lie, of course, he'd caused more than enough trouble in his time and that was putting it lightly.

"I have business to attend to. That is all. What happens next is none of your concern."

Erik's reputation - Magneto's reputation - preceded him, but the wide gulf between his power level and Solar Flare's own didn't stop her from standing stubbornly in his path. Stubbornness didn’t stop her from being terrified at the prospect of a fight, though.

"Only if you can swear you're not here to cause trouble in my city."

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"No one, it's... no one..." The clone tried his best to lie, though rather unconvincingly as his eyes seemed to dart back and forth a little. Maybe he'd got lucky, maybe he'd stepped into a world that had no idea who he'd been copied from, whose face he shared, whose face had been stolen from them. "I'm Joseph." He greeted instead, offering her an open palm. "Or Joey, if you'd prefer."

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“And who would I think that you are?” Wanda asked, her head tilted ever so slightly. Sure she could see that he looked like Erik but the truth was she barely knew him, which meant she couldn’t judge him as others might. “To me, you are a stranger.”

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"Frustration. Being a mutant in a world that has no idea what that means. Am I the only one or has this world simply not named them yet? Time will tell. But it's at times like this that I miss... an old friend of mine."

"I feel like an alien sometimes, too. I get it. . . I've done a lot of research, what's the hold up this time?"

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"I've had worse." The stubborn muted noted as he sat himself up, though did wince as an unwitting groan scraped the back of his throat as the pain ripped through his side. "Scheiße..." He hissed under his breath, Erik really wasn't the best at being a patient.

"Hm. It seems you were right." He admitted rather reluctantly, bringing up a hand to hold his side as those stern brows remained hard as he stared at her as if waiting for the slightest sign that she was about to attack him at any moment.

"Wanda?" Surprisingly enough, the name almost seemed to soften his brow, the faintest of smiles trying to seep into the harsh corners of his lips. "My daughter's name is also Wanda." Though the moment of thought soon faded as the pain reminded him of where he was, what he was doing. "Very well..." He sat back a little, grimacing as he looked down and began to lift his shirt, revealing his injuries. "You may proceed."

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Wanda had found him out in the middle of the woods. He’d been out cold and so, she had brought him into the cabin to keep him warm. Of course she knew that could be dangerous for her but she wasn’t about to let him die over a fear. She’d laid him close to the fire for warmth, taking note of his wounds as she did so. She’d gone to grab the first aid kit when he had woken, coming back to find him sitting up.

“Easy, you’re hurt,” she replied, pointing to his wounds and holding up the first aid kit. “My name is Wanda. But that’s not important. What’s important is getting that dealt with before it gets infected.”

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@amused-bouche asked: "Ya know, People seem ta make a lot of bad choices when they're confused." (Slightly modified meme) -Jez male form

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"Or afraid." The mutant coldly noted, looking less concerned and more irritated by the notion. Not that he really had a place to judge, the same could be said for when a person was angry and he knew all about that. How many bad decisions had he made when he'd been enraged? When he'd been blinded by fury and done something, many things, that were utterly devastating?

Too many times to count.

"Or angry..." He finally admitted, though it took a great deal of effort to actually say it out loud, his annoyance at the fact not so discreet as it seemed to paint itself into every stern detail of his face. He was trying to be better, trying to learn from his many mistakes, trying to grow from them. Would he succeed this time or would it be just another failure in a long line of them?

He had to try.

"Why?" Erik questioned, cold eyes narrowing as he watched the other. "What have you done?"

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@bettertelepath asked: " how long was i out for? "

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"Long enough." Came the simple reply of the old mutant, standing only a few feet away as he leaned in the doorway of his small living room. He hadn't gone far, keeping an eye on the unconscious man, unwilling to let him roam free -- - trust was hard to come by, particularly for a man like Erik.

Whether by his own making or not.

Now that the stranger had stirred, the master of magnetism stepped back into the modest room, settling himself in an old and worn armchair just across from the battered couch that he'd placed the man on while he rested, a blanket over him, even a pillow beneath his head to make him comfortable. Sometimes it was the little details that made all the difference.

"Drink." Erik firmly uttered as he perched himself on the edge of the armchair, gesturing to a glass of water he'd poured for him, reaching over to hold it out for him. "Who are you?" He questioned in the same firm told, cold blue eyes studying him closely, an age to them that didn't quite match his more youthful visage. "What do you remember?"

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think again before you cross me

because i’ll end you

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@himbohotel ∣ ⚙️

"I'm not so sure that I fit in here. It... never quite feels right."

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@hcrctic ∣ ⚙️

"Did your father ever tell you that he threw a train at me? With several carriages still attached."

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@illbringthechaosmagic ∣ ⚙️

"It's all right, I'm not... who you think I am."

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@arcanescholxr ∣ 🧲

"You look tired. Sit. I'll make tea."

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@billyktothemax ∣ 🧲

"I don't know this world. It is... alien to me. As I am to it, it seems."

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@hcrctic ∣ 🧲

"I know I have no right to ask. But... I want to help."

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@illbringthechaosmagic ∣ 🧲

"You remind me of her. My daughter... my Wanda."