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New AU: Salvation [10 Jul 2013|06:43pm] It was the first personal contact he'd had in so very long. He didn’t know it was 800 years, but it had been so long in the dark. The Crusader felt his savior's mind directly, just a little. Careful, considered, firm thoughts. Someone who wasn't a mental collection of shattered porcelein himself might have felt the scars more, but to the young -- still young, in so many ways -- soldier, it was stability. It was a bright shining glimmer in the darkness. It was the nearest thing to Heaven. As soon as he was fully unearthed, he sank to his knees. He clasped his hands in front of him and held them out. That was how these things were Done, after all. He'd never had a liegelord before. He remembered, vaguely, his critical view of Eobar's slaughter of civilians on the order of an unworthy 'superior'. The False God had, it turned out, been more of the same. This, this was the real thing. And if it became necessary, Paris Bennet would do absolutely anything he had to to make sure he was never alone again. "If you will have me, I am your man." 60 comments|post comment

AU Lover's Quarrel [05 Jul 2011|08:09pm] Paris listened to what she had to say. Apparently, business needed doing in Cape Verde. Trouble needed stirring up for the benefit of the Club and of their people. And in some way, the rather unstable head of the military junta of that notorious South American country would need to be involved. "So when shall we be leaving to negotiate with this madman, My Queen?" 49 comments|post comment

AU: Diamonds are forever. [27 Jun 2011|08:58pm] He didn't finally breathe fresh air or see the sunlight until he got out, but even before then, just brushing a little against the mind that was there, even a shielded one... it was so wonderful. He'd clutched her hand from his knees and kissed it before he'd even looked up, and once he did...she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. It didn't matter why she had come for him, what she wanted. She would have it. Paris would see to it. 120 comments|post comment

Exodus's Playlist [18 Apr 2011|05:30pm] Mozart's "Dies Irae" Handel's "He Shall Purify" Tijuana Sweetheart's "Seven" Jonathan Coulton's "Skullcrusher Mountain" The Raconteur's "Broken Boy Soldier" The Killers' "Read My Mind" Christine Lavin's "It's a Good Thing He Can't Read My Mind" post comment

Flashback: Some months ago. [13 Apr 2011|01:05am] It was horrific. So many of their people stripped. In the first few moments that understanding dawned, part of him tried, in foolish optimism, to declare it simply a handicap their mutant brethren were currently facing, like being blinded, as he had felt blinded all the years of his latency. But he soon realized it was permanent. And worse, he saw that Magneto had also been affected. The Bright Center of the Universe, whose essence was entwined with power, was a ...human. The Master of Magnetism was as one of the mob. His Angel among insects had been reduced to one of the horde of locusts. And it was clear: Magneto's very soul had been stripped away, along with millions of others. The man who'd earned his fealty years ago was gone, just an animate, memory-retaining shell left behind. post comment

Prologue: Renewal of Oaths. [08 Apr 2011|07:36pm] When He was Himself again, Exodus came to find Him. He landed within His view, but with a small distance, powered down completely, and dropped to his knees. After everything that had happened, Exodus felt as lost, wretched, and in need of guidance as he had the day Magnus had first dug him up and taken his hands. He spoke as soon as he had the opportunity. "Sir. If you retain discomforting memories of the time in which you were Not Yourself--" Because that hadn't been the real Magnus. Exodus had refused to believe it then and could not grasp the concept now. "-- I beg your forgiveness." A deep breath, trying to keep his voice level. "I do not know what to do. I do not know how to help Our People." Still on his knees, looking down, he offered his hands, the way he had years ago, when he'd been given a place at Magnus's side, saving mutantkind. "...Will you take me back, My Lord?" 7 comments|post comment

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