preyforheaven (preyforheaven) wrote in marvel_legends,
@ 2011-04-15 18:01:00

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These Things Happen To Other People.
It was a very small room, with a very small bed, and nothing on the walls but a couple of hooks on which he had hung a 12th-Century arming-sword.

Exodus was deep in thought, his hands folded on his chest as if in prayer... or death.

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magnetic_master
2011-04-19 10:40 pm UTC (link)

And he had to explain to a young man's parents why their child was dead when he was in charge of the school. Charles had too much trust in him at the time perhaps.

He understood Exodus' loyalty and need for someone to help guide him. He would watch over him and make sure nothing put the pressure on that high.

With a sketchy smile he stood and his sleeve crawled back down his arm to cover it. "You are welcome. Please let me know if you need anything else."

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	starsandgarters 2011-04-19 11:14 pm UTC (link)
	"I will, thank-you," Hank said, politely. Amazing. A conversation with Magneto that was both civil and not followed by fighting. Would wonders never cease? (Reply to this)(Parent)

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