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Darkhölme, Raven; Mystique
Topic Started: May 10 2011, 07:59 PM (1,624 Views)
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BASIC INFORMATION

CANON OR ORIGINAL: Canon
AFFILIATION: Brotherhood

FULL NAME: Raven Darkhölme
CODENAME: Mystique
NICKNAMES: Multiple Aliases

CURRENT AGE: Unknown; 100+
DATE OF BIRTH: Unknown; ca.1875.
MARITAL STATUS: Single
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual
BASE OF OPERATIONS: Sanctuary
TIME AT INSTITUTE: N/A
REGISTERED WITH SHIELD: Yes
HOMETOWN: Unknown
KNOWN RELATIVES:
Irene Adler aka Destiny – Life Partner (Deceased)
Count Christian Wagner – First Husband (Deceased)
Kurt Wagner – Son (by the Bermudan Mutant Azazel)
Graydon Creed – Son (Illegitimate Child by Victor Creed)
Rogue – Daughter (Adopted)

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Relaxed State
HEIGHT: 5’10”
BUILD: Fit/Athletic
EYES: Yellow
HAIR: Red
DISTINGUISHING MARKS:
Mystique, when not actively employing her abilities, Mystique sports smooth, blue skin, fiery red hair, and a set of luminescent yellow eyes. She appears to be a woman, in prime condition, somewhere in her mid to late thirties, and in tip-top physical shape. Her form is not hard on the eyes, and indeed she is rather attractive, despite her odd palate of colors. She feels most at home in this shape, and, when disguise is not necessitated, it is the form she is found in the most, as she proudly bears the effects of her mutation.
CLOTHING STYLE:
Mystique is comfortable and constantly in the nude, though should the situation call for it, she is able to form clothing with her abilities. Otherwise, the suit fits the occasion, almost literally, as save for the rarest cases, the clothing she wears is mimicked by her powers instead of being the real thing.
UNIFORM:
She generates a variety of outfits; usually colored white or black.

POWERS

GENERAL DESCRIPTION:

Metamorphosis
Mystique is a powerful metamorph who can alter the formation and structure of her biological cells in order to mimic almost any humanoid form down to gender, appearance, size, an even clothing. Her control over her body is so complete and exact, that everything, down to the most minute detail such as skin pore patterning can be mimicked or created. These ‘disguises’ are indeed so convincing that they can fool intrusion countermeasures such as retinal scanning, voice-encoded passwords, and even fingerprint and palm scanning technology. She is able to morph both her shape and other cosmetic details, such as skin color, texture, and hair color, which allows her to blend into her surroundings buy mimicking the colors and textures of the surrounding area. Her appearance modifying powers even allow her to generate realistic clothing and other accoutrement to go with whatever is needed to blend in. Glasses, jewelry and other accessories can all be imitated flawlessly. Her constantly shifting physiology garners her certain benefits in being tracked. For instants, her constantly shifting gray matter provides a difficult target for telepaths, and her scent shifts constantly, masking her from feral senses quite effectively.

Perhaps as a result of this, Mystique is able to keep her own body in tip-top shape, all but eliminating the factors presented by normal human aging and making her an extremely long lived individual. Another added effect is a pseudo-healing ability that will allow her to come back from damage that might normally kill the average human. This is done by morphing remaining mass into the shape of what needs to be replaced. Of course, this isn’t exactly healing, and while she does eventually replace the lost matter, it is not instantaneous, or perhaps not even quick, requiring time and rest to fully replace what was lost. She is able to arrange her internal organs to avoid damage, push bullets or other projectiles out of wounds, and seal up cuts, tears, and gashes on her person with little conscious effort, and in fact many of these things are reflexive, her body pushing her to do it the second damage is dealt to her.

Enhanced Physical Attributes
Darkhölme’s mutant ability, granting her an uncanny amount of control over her body, allows her to streamline and perfect her body’s internal systems and muscles in such a manner that lets her body work at the top tier of human ability, granting her increased agility, dexterity, strength, and endurance. Though she is not on par with many other mutants who’s abilities center more around physical perfection, she does sport peak human physical attributes, able to dead lift around five hundred pounds and sprint with the efficiency of an Olympic runner. This, when coupled with decades upon decades of practice in combat and espionage, make her a force to be reckoned with in combat.

WEAKNESS:
Mystique is unable to manipulate or increase her mass. When she loses some, through damage sustained or otherwise, her body will replace that exact amount, but only eventually. This can take hours to days to even weeks, depending on the amount of body matter lost. This also transfers to her metamorphic powers themselves. She can grow or shrink in size, but this is merely a matter of relaxing or constructing her cells to give the appearance of increased or decreased size, i.e.; she still weighs the same. If Mystique, say, adds a bulky appearance and a foot of height, she is becoming less dense and thus, less stable, making her frail and even flimsy. By the same note, if she shrinks in size, she is compressing, and this will make her sturdier, denser. That said, she can mimic tactile properties such as surface texture, but the actual properties beyond that are not copied. For example, should she grow a helmet, it will feel like a helmet, maybe offer a little defense, but otherwise will not offer the same protection and resistance that a real one does.

Regardless of whether her size as been increased or decreased, it requires much more concentration and grip to maintain a form in which her size is drastically changed. She can indefinitely maintain a form within three to four inches of her relaxed state, and with around the same build. Beyond that, it begins to strain her within two to three hours. To maintain anything more than a foot’s difference, or with a significantly larger/smaller build, she must exercise extreme caution, as her body begins to overtax itself in holding the shape usually within thirty minutes to an hour, causing pain, mental strain, and ultimately, she will shut down and go into shock.

Beyond that, Mystique’s body is just as frail as an ordinary human. It can be stabbed, shot, lasered, crushed, and battered like any other body, and though her powers grant her the means to rapidly recover from these (at least faster than most), they still cause pain and, given enough torture in a small enough space of time, she can be killed. She has little psychic resistance, save perhaps for straight willpower, though that does not go very far in protecting her from skilled telepaths or other psionic types of assault. However, she is incredibly hard to get an initial telepathic lock on due to her constantly shifting gray-matter.



PERSONALITY
Confident, ambitious, and suffering from what can be best described as a massive Superiority Complex, the facets to the convoluted mystery that is Raven Darkhölme are myriad and vast in number. She is, apparently, compassionate towards the cause of mutant superiority, though it was a long, long winding road that lead to her becoming the warrior of those beliefs that she is today, and even now it is a puzzle as to whether she truly believes in it, or if it is yet another in a series of ploys meant to put herself on top, as has proved to be the case over much of her long existence.

She is proud of herself, undyingly devoted to the idea that she, as homo superior, is a cut or more above and beyond that of normal human ilk. Driven to this by her own cocksure and headstrong attitude, it was also goaded on by the hatred mankind pressed on her from her earliest outings as a mutant. She is prideful to a fault, and she cuts no corners when it comes to her own well-being. She does not easily stand to be questioned, though she does not always confront those who do so, meaning instead to wait silently until their back is exposed, ready to sink in the knife at the best opportunity. That she doesn’t age only increases her patience. She is not one to make a move when the time is not right, and her machinations are often as grandiose and convoluted as her own past, a boon granted to her by, once again, her long lived nature. That said, however, she is prone to anger, and will not hesitate to make that anger known should she feel she is safe in doing so. Mystique’s fury is swift and often short lived, and though she would not admit it, not always warranted.

Her cocky nature does, however, get the best of her on occasion, seeing a plan’s success excites her, and she is sometimes given to gloating, long enough for something to go wrong. Perhaps it is a genuine flaw, perhaps it is simply to draw the game out longer, as having been around for so many years, she is perhaps merely content to give things another go-round down the road. Regardless, Darkhölme knows when to take things seriously.

In love, Mystique’s name is even more apt, the flames she’s carried in her heart over her century of existence as unique and varied as the forms she’s used to romance them, though they hardly ever last. Whether this is an issue with commitment, the result of being able to be anyone for anybody, or genuine quick settling ennui with whoever she happens to be with at a given time is a mystery, though most likely it is a combination of many factors, the above mentioned included.

In the end however, it boils down to one thing. Mystique is a proud creature, and it seems at times that she obtains mass amounts of pleasure from vindication. She enjoys playing mind games with those whom she takes issue with, though she is not above corporal enforcement of her own stubbornly held beliefs. She is a user, an abuser, and though she may seem loyal to the death at one moment, it is perhaps only a matter of time before the opportunist in her strikes again, and as such, she lays her mark all over the landscape, and it is doubtful that anybody anywhere will ever have full reign over Raven Darkhölme. Perhaps it is her useful abilities that draw people to her, knowing that she is above betrayal, but hoping to get what use they can out of her. It is once more a mystery as to whether she is not aware of that, or if she simply allows it to satisfy her own puzzling means.

HISTORY: PRE-APOCALYPSE
The mutant codenamed Mystique is thought to have been born sometime in the late nineteenth century, around 1870 to 1880, somewhere in Austria, to parents whose names are lost to history. Much of her early childhood is unknown, though it is believed she lived a paupers life until the time at which her mutant abilities manifested. The name “Raven Darkhölme” is most likely an assumed name, taken later on in life, though no evidence can be found to prove this either way. It is speculated that she was run out of her home when her status as a mutant was revealed, an idea that may be the basis for and explain the intense hatred she feels towards humankind in general. At any rate left the country sometime at the turn of the 20th century, and began her career in espionage, violence, and double crossing shortly after her arrival in America, where she arrived after leaving war-torn Europe at the end of the First World War

Her old life behind her, and still learning the full control and extent of her power, she began to live a life as a petty criminal for several years, but in the early 1920s, she had her first run in with Logan Howlett, another long-lived mutant who would later join the X-Men. Darkhölme allowed the mutant into her little band of thieves, and for a while, the two were quite the pair, until one day a botched job lead Mystique to abandon the rest of their crew to be gunned down to allow both she and Logan to escape on a boxcar heading back East. Logan escaped with her, but when Raven began to detect that he was not happy with what she’d allowed to happen, even after rationalizing that the two of them were worth more than the lot of them combined (the mutant phenomena was still incredibly rare in those days), she grew distrustful of him, betraying him and pushing him from the train, and then Mystique vanished once more into the annals of history.

Mystique returned to her native Austria for a brief time, and it was around there that she first met Irene Adler, a mutant who called herself Destiny because of her precognitive abilities. At this point, Destiny was still young, though the overuse of her powers had left her blind and destitute. Mystique soon found that Destiny had used her abilities to transcribe several volumes of prophetic material concerning events that would take place during the next century of human civilization. Mystique, seeing the power to be gained, offered Destiny help in deciphering them, which Adler allowed, on the stipulation that she, in time, would help to stop the worst of them from ever coming to pass. Mystique agreed, naturally, at first hoping only to use these prophecies for her own gain, but it wasn’t long before she developed feelings for Adler, and the two became lovers, living which each other for several years before Mysique left her to capitalize on the conflict brewing in Europe.

During World War Two, she worked as a Spy for the Allies against the Axis powers. Operating as both a spy and a commando, she was involved in several operations against Nazi Germany, but ultimately double back on her allegiances, taking a large sum of stolen Nazi Gold for herself which she was supposed to help return to its respective owners. By the end of the 1940s, Mystique was gaining more and more mastery over her shapeshifting powers, and after a brief stint of luxury-living in Asia, found her way back to America, where she lived briefly under another assumed identity. For a few years, she roughed it alone, but she soon returned to Destiny, the two resuming their relationship again until conflict broke out in Vietnam. Sensing the prospect of more wealth, she once more abandoned Irene, and turned up next in Vietnam under the alias of Leni Zauber, where she would meet Victor Creed, also known as Sabretooth.

The two did wet work during the war, working against the Vietcong as outside contractors for the American government. The two found themselves at times in conflict with eachcother and at others on the same team, and near the end of her time in the country, the two forged a bit of a playful relationship that quickly grew to be more, and after a brief romance, Mystique found herself pregnant with Creed’s son, a fact which she kept secret from him, leaving Vietnam and seeking out Destiny, who had since moved to America. Once more, Mystique arrived on the woman’s doorstep, asking that she take her back. Destiny, now much older, experienced rekindled love for her old flame, and accepted her back. Reunited with Adler, she lived with her until the baby, named Graydon, was born, but quickly put him up for adoption, much to Irene’s chagrin. But Raven convinced her otherwise, used her charm and guile to assert that with another’s baby around, things with them could never move forward, that a weight chaining them to the past would only be a hindrance.

In the mid seventies, Mystique left Adler yet again, growing restless in one place as she attempted to live a normal life, and she returned Europe under the guise of a her Leni Zauber persona , where she wooed a middle-aged German nobleman named Christian Eric Wagner. They were soon wed, and, when she began to pine for a child, she found soon that Wagner was sterile, unable to father children. As their relationship strained, Mystique strayed, using her metamorphic abilities to woo and seduce many nationals and foreign men who would frequent their home, and was ultimately seduced by a mutant called Azazel, who was on sabbatical from his homeland on an island off the coast of Bermuda. Soon she found herself with child again, hiding it for as long as she could. When the obvious began to show, Christian became suspicious, and under direction from his father, who secretly knew she’d been unfaithful, requested for the child to have a blood test when it was born. Fearing the implications, Mystique, in another form killed Christian and hid the body away, burying it in some out of the way locale.

When the baby was born, Mystique had a lapse in control from the pains of childbirth, and outed herself as a mutant in front of those present. The baby, whom she named Kurt, sported blue skin like and yellow eyes like his mother, but also had sported a pointed tail and ears, as well as oddly shaped hand at feet, which unbeknownst to Wagner and his people, marked him as the son of the mutant Azazel with whom Mystique had had an affair. Shocked at this turn out, both mother and child were thrown out, where a mob of backwards country folk, fearing them to be demons, gave chase. Mystique, disoriented still from the birthing and desperate to escape, could not hush the child, and crossing over a bridge, she abandoned him nearby to cover her own escape.

Distraught over this, she returned to America, and returned to Adler, who, again taking pity on her, allowed her back into her life. Destiny was growing old, however, and Mystique found herself in a rare situation, her love for Adler and her regret over her actions in Germany calming her down for a short time. Settling into her life as a normal person, she began life anew with an aging Irene in the southern United States, where in 1997, she came across a young runaway, named Anna Marie, and took her in under her new assumed identity, adopting her and raising her along with Irene, who looked after the young girl during Mystiques short bursts of time away. Helping to raise the child (a mutant who’s powers prevented her from having any sort of physical contact) did wonders for healing Mystiques lost confidence and ambition, but much like her adoptive mother, the child was given to independence and wanderlust, and one day left them, unannounced.

Shortly thereafter Destiny’s health began to wane, and within a year of their adopted daughter’s departure, Irene Adler passed away, her parting words a reminder of Mystique’s oldest promise to her. The loss of both another child and the one person she felt she’d truly ever belonged with helped again to harden her heart, and with the escalating tensions between human and mutant, she abandoned that life and went to work, focusing on the cause of Mutant Superiority to keep herself grounded.

Mystique began her newest criminal outing by infiltrating DARPA, a U.S. military agency centered around Research and Development, using the persona of the human Raven Darkhölme to climb it’s ranks, gaining access to several avenues of military intel, schematics, and prototype designs. She was discovered, however, when a fellow Department high-up caught on, cross referencing the name Raven Darkhöme with records that Identified her as the independent agent who had double-crossed the allies in World War II and later America itself during Vietnam. After a violent confrontation that ended in the fellow agents death and her own severe injury, Mystique vanished for a while, using her mastered control over her abilities to create several aliases which she used to disappear for a few years, until her actions as a soldier of fortune led to her meeting a mutant named Nicholas McGrath, who invited her to join a neo-terrorist, pro-mutant organization called The Brotherhood of Mutants.

Here she first met Eirk Lensherr, the mutant Magneto, whose drive, ambition, and passion proved incredibly refreshing and almost intoxicating, and she began to feel the pangs of love that had laid silent in her since the passing of her long-time love Destiny. Rising through the ranks, she became a staple and important pillar of the Brotherhood, eventually helping to organize an important operation targeting a human supremacy group based out of Connecticut

In this first large-scale mission with the Brotherhood, an attack on the radical group Friends of Humanity, Mystique, now more riled up with hatred for mankind than she’d ever been before thanks to Magneto’s impassioned leadership, took part in the destruction of an entire town before helping to capture the X-Men’s leader Cyclops when the team responded to the attack. Mystique, among others, tortured Cyclops while his team scrambled to find and rescue him. In the ensuing conflicts, the Brotherhood’s headquarters were destroyed, Magneto vanished, and the Brotherhood itself scattered to the wind.

Back to working on her own, Mystique accepted a contract from a “Mr. S.”, a shadowy employee who hired her to poison Scott Summers and Jean Grey. Still wanting to issue retribution for their razing of The Brotherhood, she gladly accepted, lacing a bottle of wine with a provided toxin that, instead of killing them, brought out the worst traits of their personalities, leading to the militarization of the Xavier Institute and the emergence of ShadowX.

While tracking and observing the mutant Warren Worthington in an effort to uncover information about the X-Men, she met wealthy entrepreneur (and secretly Black King of the New York Hellfire Club, The Shroud) Max Coleridge. The two developed a playful, fiery relationship, though it was kept at arm’s length. Soon after, she found her way into the Hellfire Club, ascending to the rank of Black Queen. She worked within the club’s Inner Circle, as co-leader of its more militant arm. Within a short amount of time, Magneto re-emerged, and it came to light that Mystique was acting as a double agent, passing information back to the Brotherhood so that they could keep tabs on the Hellfire Club’s actions. When Coleridge vanished and Alix Smith was kidnapped, Mystique was brutally attacked by the mutant Erebus, who had discovered her betrayal.

Left in a coma and a captive of the HFC, she was held until arrangements for Alix’s release could be negotiated, at which point she was traded back to the Brotherhood in a deal arranged by Magneto, who kept her hidden away while she recovered. Returning to the Brotherhood, she found that the reassembled organization had become home to a familiar face; her adopted daughter Anna Marie, who now went as Rogue. Re-establishing those ties by revealing that she was in fact the woman who had helped raise the girl aided in her recovery, and her strange, almost uncharacteristic infatuation with Magneto began to grow.

DURING APOCALYPSE (April 2009)
During Apocalypse’s attack on the people of Earth, Mystique found herself and her Brotherhood brethren putting aside old grudges for the sake of survival, the Brotherhood rallying at the Xavier Institute along with members of The Hellfire Club. When the hammer fell and the time for fighting was upon them, she went, along with Magneto and other members of the Brotherhood, to Apocalypse’s temple in Egypt, where a fierce battle ensued, resulting in En Sabah Nur’s destruction. In the confusion of the fight’s aftermath, the thin alliance between the X-Men and the Brotherhood was quickly cast aside, and the Brotherhood’s present members made off in a quick and daring escape with the aid of The Shroud.

It was during this time that Mystique learned of the survival of her son Kurt Wagner and his alliegiance to her time-tested enemies. It is a fact now that is constantly in the back of her mind, and though she regretted the decision she made that cold November Day, she knew that there would be no convincing him or swaying him to their cause, not yet at least, and so she remained quiet, waiting for the perfect opportunity to make the link between them known.

POST-APOCALYPSE
Shortly thereafter, with Humanity still reeling in the wake of the First One’s massive attacks, the Brotherhood planned to assault CAGE, a SHIELD funded, flying prison for Mutants. Developing a device that would counteract the prison’s Null Fields, Buford Hollis was instrumental in planting Mystique on the inside, allowing her to infiltrate the Prison disguised as a wealthy socialite who had a penchant for the weekly fights that were organized between CAGE’s inmates. Using her experience in stealth and her uncanny guile, she shut down the power to the flying prison’s null field, inciting a riot and allowing the Brotherhood to extract members from the penal population, both old and new, before bringing it down and burying it in the desert of the American Southwest.

The Brotherhood did not lay silent for long, and within a few months, their next action was revealed. One day in early November, several Brotherhood hit squads appeared around the world, each one tasked with ensuring the death of a well known figurehead. Mystique, teamed with Cain Marko, the Juggernaut, traveled to the Vatican City, where they kidnapped and then brutally executed the Pope in a statement towards the bigoted religious right. The execution was filmed and distributed both to major mass media and across the internet, giving the world at large their first glimpse of Raven Darkhölme as she emptied a full clip into one of the most powerful men in the world.

By now, Mystique had adopted Magneto’s cause fully as her own, much of her previous life a series of images flashing by helter skelter in the back of her head. She had her Rogue to look out for, and her son Kurt, now known to be living with the X-Men, but these did little to curb her attention away from Magneto’s rejuvenated blitzkrieg on the human race. Performing in several smaller joint actions, she traveled around on loan to other cells, using what time she had in between action to catch up and spend time with Rogue. Mystique was soon sent away on a top secret mission, however, one that see her gone from the lime-light for a good long while. During the clash between the two worlds, Mystique remained ignorant, too busy lying in deep cover and unaffected by the flickering and personality swapping that began to plague the world.

With Onslaught destroyed and the worlds once more set right, Mystique continued on in her assignment until, in late 2010, on Halloween, the Brotherhood followed through on perhaps it’s largest operation ever. With Cameron Hodge leading a joint strike force consisting of SHIELD agents and X-Factor officers, the Director of SHIELD as well as those present for the fighting were thrown for a loop when it was revealed that Agent Dugan, a long-time Veteran of SHIELD and one who’d served under Nick Fury himself, had been kidnapped and replaced by Mystique, and that she’d been working in tandem with the Brotherhood for the past several months, relaying information that allowed Magneto and his Acolytes to anticipate and plan for the attack. In the ensuing feint, several members of the Brotherhood were lost, but Mystiques deception had already served its purpose, and she escaped alongside her comrades to the secret underwater security, the Brotherhood leaving their old headquarters rigged to explode, the fight having claimed several from each side, including Hodge Himself.

Settling into Sanctuary, Mystique resumed normal duty with the Brotherhood. Discovering that in her absence, Rogue had abandoned the Brotherhood. Serving to harden her just that much more, she began to become curious as to whether she was destined to forever be a mother to children (her own or otherwise) who would end up fighting against her. Deciding that now was the time, she began plans to bait her son Kurt into coming to Sanctuary, deciding that Rogue would need time to cool down before she attempted to reclaim her.

With Kurt lured into the Brotherhood’s new underwater domain, Rogue once more against her, and another child long since abandoned, Mystique is torn between herself and those she’s brought into the world. And now, so far as it has always been, her ambitions and goals are as yet unknown. For now, it seems her allegiances lie with The Brotherhood, but how long it will remain that way is a mystery, if she has not already found a way to double-cross them.



SAMPLE RP POST:

Two Months Ago
Early AM
Somewhere Outside of L.A. Limits




“Who are you?”

A sneer curled across her lips, delicately manicured nails tracing along the back of his neck as she walked around him, the click of heels on the concrete floor mingling with the drone of the industrial fans that circulated air throughout the warehouse. He tensed up, she could feel it. These little games were so very exciting. She rounded him once again, arms crossed across a blazer jacket, hair done up in a bun, wire frame glasses sitting perfectly centered on her nose. “God damnit, answer me.” As she arrived behind him once more, she gribbed the black fabric bag that covered his face, pulling it free and tossing it aside as she continued her circular pacing, her gait swinging, deliberately slow, predatory. She stopped in front of him, in clear view.

“Depends on who you ask, really.” Raven was her name. At least, it’s what she’d gone by for the better part of seventy years now. There had been times for other names, other people, but always lurking not far off behind the myriad faces and personalities was Raven, ever present, ever aware, ever-ready to take action at a moment’s notice. But Raven wasn’t the name the man in front of her knew, no. He’d never met Raven Darkhölme.

“Talbot?” He almost choked on the name. “Samantha Talbot?” He seemed suddenly at a loss for word, eyeing the dark jacket and skirt and heels up and down, briefly thinking things he had no business thinking, at least not in this situation. She leaned over in , grabbing his chin in her hand, jerking his head to the side and sliding her face in close to his ear. “Guess again.” She whispered before drawing back, skin fading away to a pallor, Sam Talbot’s tan fading away to mottled, wrinkled skin, the woman’s blonde up do melting down into a horseshoe of salt and pepper hair as the rest of Sam Talbot slowly (for effect) molded itself into a overweight, middle-aged man in a sharp black business suit, the mutant opening her mouth, Talbot’s slow, sensual southern drawl deepening into a gravelly Irish brogue.

“I’ll give you a hint, I’m not Kulkilley either.” She smiled, and the man before her quivered, his arms bound behind the seat and each leg fastened soundly to its own chair-leg. He pulled at his bonds but it was to no avail. Mystique knew how to keep someone in one place when she wanted to, and so she had made sure that this man wouldn’t be going anywhere.

“What the hell is this about?” He shouted.

“You know damn well what it’s about, my dear friend.” The hulking man leaning over to pluck the pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, removing the lighter from the pack and igniting one of them, crushing the rest of the pack in his hand and tossing it aside.

“Kulkilley, what the hell?! You’re a mutant?” His words were even more panicked now, his struggling growing more frantic. It was getting more exciting, she was enjoying this more than she thought she would. She loved seeing a human squirm. She stood back, taking a long drag from the cigarette, exhaling it and pointed the hand holding it at.

“You’ve got a few lessons comin’, you cocky fuck.” She took another hit before continuing, ashing it on the floor. “For one, that woman friend of yours, Talbot? She’s taking a dirt nap now. Hope you enjoyed last night, because it was your last hurrah.” Taking a step forward to him, she changed with every step. Shoes sank inwards and gave way to small feet, clothing receded, the rest of his form shifting into that blue skinned form in which the metamorph was most comfortable. Shaking out her red hair, her yellow eyes caught the dim light, and she took a final drag from the cigarette, flicking it into his face before dragging a fist across his face, his head whipping to the side, spitting blood and teeth and spittle across the floor.

“Lesson two. I am Kulkilley, but Kulkilley isn’t me. I’d give you a moment to wrap your puny primate skull around that, but Frankly I can’t be bothered too.” She pulled his face towards her own, waiting for his reeling eyes to connect with hers. “I spent six months getting all of this set up. I created another life, one I lived and breathed. I did things a dirty little ape like you could never appreciate, and when I get it all worked out, you come along, a greedy little bastard, and take it for yourself.” She punched him again, this time a different fist in a different direction, the force of it dislodging more teeth. She took a breath.

Of course she was referring to information, important information. She worked the rungs of the L.A. underworld for months now to get it, and she’d almost lost it to this idiot with delusions of grandeur. “Anyways, I have what I need now, you should get some more expensive friends, man. Not that you’ll have time to anyways.” She took a few steps towards him, mussing his hair and continuing on, her finger drawing its way across his bloodied cheek as she stepped out of view.

“What are you…where are you going?!” He shouted through a swollen mouth. “Don’t leave me here! Come on! Don’t leave me here, what the fuck!” He pulled at his wrists, at his legs, tried to tip the chair, unable to get a good center of balance, he shook the seat, hoping to get free. He screamed again, but his voice dropped quiet as he heard footsteps coming back in his direction, a voice accompanying them.

“Yes, yes…mmhm. And yes, tell him I’ve got it back, no need to worry.” She walked past him, a phone in one hand, a chrome-plated handgun in the other. Blue skin shifted to an even, light tan, her red hair fading into dusky locks, skin sprouting a casual outfit, sandles, jeans, a branded t-shirt. Raven turned to face the man just as her eyes faded from their yellow fires into hazel. “And what about him? Okay. Yes, I understand completely.” She smiled at him, holding a finger up, telling him to wait, as if he had a choice. “Alright. I’ll be back in a few days.”

She ended the call, shoving the phone into her pocket and pulling the slide back on the pistol, closing the gap between them. She leaned in, planting a kiss on his lips before pulling back. “This was good for me. I hope it was as good for you.”

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signing off on the Cyke stuff. Good work.
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Ahh, the good ol' days. Sneakin' through the jungle, maulin' Charlies to death...

I miss the smell of Agent Orange in the morning.

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If ya want blood - you got it.
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I'm good on the Logan mentions.
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the HFC related stuff is correct
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I'm good with the mentions of Rogue.
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My issues have been addressed privately. All things regarding Kurt and Azazel seem square.
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Seems that everyone has checked in and given their approval and I give my staff approval.

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Since you can't stamp yourself, I guess I will do it.

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