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Post by monet on Mar 28, 2009 14:10:57 GMT -5
Monet nodded in recognition of the name. "The terrorist." She said with an inappropriate smile, "It's a pleasure to meet you." Monet, like most Americans, knew about Magneto and the 'threat' he posed. She had done some reading about his beliefs and background and was not afraid of him.
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Post by Erik Lensherr on Mar 28, 2009 14:13:08 GMT -5
"I believe that is an unfair description of who I am and what I do," Erik argued amiably. "But it is a greater pleasure to meet you, Miss Monet."
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Post by monet on Mar 28, 2009 14:17:42 GMT -5
Monet was effectively distracted from her self-pity, at least temporarily. "I agree, but it is how the media paints you, which is something I'm all too familiar with." She turned on the bar stool so she was facing Magneto. "Though I wouldn't have recognized you," she said, tilting her head curiously.
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Post by Erik Lensherr on Mar 28, 2009 14:26:49 GMT -5
"Ah, the media," Erik said knowingly. "They do have a bias against free-thinking mutants, don't they? They hardly had any coverage at all on the riot that occurred so recently during a demonstration."
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Post by monet on Mar 28, 2009 14:32:40 GMT -5
Monet's face fell. "They had plenty of coverage." She said, her voice low with embarrassment.
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Post by Erik Lensherr on Mar 28, 2009 14:35:20 GMT -5
Erik raised an eyebrow. "Does that mean you were present?" He of course, could not make such a public appearance.
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Post by monet on Mar 28, 2009 14:41:50 GMT -5
Monet mirrored Magneto's raised eyebrow. She was unsure if he had genuinely not seen the coverage of her unusual fighting style, or even worse, her flying. "I had the misfortune of being there."
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Post by Erik Lensherr on Mar 28, 2009 14:49:53 GMT -5
"It took a turn for the worse, that is for certain," Erik said sympathetically.
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Post by monet on Mar 28, 2009 14:52:14 GMT -5
The memory of the chaos made Monet bitter. "The people... the mutants that I somehow ended up fighting with, some of them were infuriating." Monet thought back to the girl with the metal skin and the grating attitude. "They asked for my help, but then criticized my methods. I finally just left."
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Post by Erik Lensherr on Mar 28, 2009 14:55:46 GMT -5
"That sounds like several mutants that I know," Erik said knowingly, his voice and expression sympathetic. "Tell me, have you ever heard of the X-Men?"
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Post by monet on Mar 28, 2009 15:09:08 GMT -5
Monet nodded. "Of course." She answered.
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Post by Erik Lensherr on Apr 1, 2009 12:27:08 GMT -5
"They ask for help and then dismiss you when your actions aren't to their liking," He said solemnly. "It has happened with me and many other mutants that are deemed 'not good enough' for the X-Men."
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Post by monet on Apr 1, 2009 12:33:08 GMT -5
Monet nodded, a little more hostility falling away. "There was this girl, and she seemed angry if I stayed and fought but angrier at the thought of my leaving. I was dangerously close to clocking her in the face. Her attitude did nothing to help the situation in the least." She paused, sipping her drink, then added, "I may not have a gentle touch, but at least I get things done."
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Post by Erik Lensherr on Apr 19, 2009 13:43:50 GMT -5
Erik's smile widened slightly. "And that is precisely the kind of touch we need, to secure our independence," He assured her. All was going quite well. "It is unfortunate that it cannot be appreciated the way it ought to."
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Post by monet on Apr 21, 2009 21:00:20 GMT -5
Monet's eyes widened. "You really think so?" She asked, her voice taking on the slightest vulnerability. Her contacts with mutants thus far had made her believe that her ideas and methods were wrong. Though that fact had angered her, she hadn't really considered the idea that they might be wrong.
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