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Post by Odin on Jan 23, 2009 22:25:08 GMT -5
((OOC: This is set three days after the Inauguration, and four days after "Twas the Night Before..." It is also open.))
::It was late Friday afternoon, and Odin was technically on the clock. He had needed a change of atmosphere from his apartment and from the office, which led him to one of Andrew's Coffee Shop(s), this one near Broadway. He preferred small business to Starbuck's, because of the smaller crowds and the slower pace.
He preferred it to a cyber cafe because Odin had had his fill of politics. Tuesday had been miserable, and he had gotten little work done. Now he had to make up for it, with the article he was writing, a recap of past policy, and a list of the political figures with whom mutants had to content, complete with voting records. In addition to that article, he had a second one, one about uniquely mutant business ideas. He had grown into his marketing position.
He sat near the front of the cafe, by a window. A cup of coffee beside him that had been refilled twice, and was already half empty for the third time, while he typed on a laptop; eventually, he would lose battery power, and it would be time to leave.::
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Post by Erik Lensherr on Jan 23, 2009 22:37:23 GMT -5
Erik had been in the City for...business matters, when he decided to get himself a cup of coffee. Entering a small shop (which he preferred to one of the chain stores, because it was less crowded) he looked around.
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Post by Odin on Jan 23, 2009 22:40:47 GMT -5
::*Mutant,* Odin's mind told him, his tracking sense alerting him to a mutant presence, approaching. Powerful, magnekinetic...he froze. Although he did not turn his head, he knew the other man had entered the coffee shop, and Odin had a crisis on his hands. He had to keep his head down, concentrated on his work. What was he to say? At one time, he had agreed with the message of mutant liberation - although not one moved to violence - but now...after all of it?::
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Post by Erik Lensherr on Jan 23, 2009 22:45:29 GMT -5
Erik looked around the coffeeshop, and saw a young man at a laptop. He looked familiar, though Erik couldn't place where he could have seen him before. Going to the counter, he ordered a cup of coffee and approached the table where he was sitting alone, and sat down at the one next to him. Opening a newspaper, he began to read idly.
The news of this new president was not at all pleasant.
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Post by Odin on Jan 23, 2009 22:48:55 GMT -5
::Odin's tracking sense was sounding alarms from the proximity, which coupled with his anxiety did nothing to deafen it. He tried to ignore it, tried to ignore the man now sitting no more than ten feet away from him, and kept his eyes focused on the screen and his notes. Another few sentences about the Secretary of State, and he could move on to the Bureau of Mutant Affairs...it would be easier if he had a book in which to bury his nose.::
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Post by Erik Lensherr on Jan 23, 2009 22:56:52 GMT -5
Erik leaned over a bit, glancing at the other man's screen. It appeared he was writing about the Inauguration. And from what his words sounded, he was very concerned with the new President. "I see you have an interest in politics," Erik drawled, leaning back in his chair.
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Post by Odin on Jan 23, 2009 23:02:22 GMT -5
::It was only a matter of time before conversation would develop, and although Odin would usually enjoy the opportunity to converse...this was an uncomfortable situation. Fortunately, it had not been a question, which gave him leeway in his response.:: "Every citizen does."
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Post by Erik Lensherr on Jan 23, 2009 23:07:22 GMT -5
The young man was rather blunt, and Erik raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "What is your name?" He asked.
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Post by Odin on Jan 23, 2009 23:09:13 GMT -5
"Odin," ::It slipped from his tongue before he had the chance to think. Immediately followed by thoughts of the first time he had given his name under duress, caused by this very same drug. He had gotten better at caring for himself since then.::
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Post by Erik Lensherr on Jan 23, 2009 23:16:38 GMT -5
Erik smirked; so he was a mutant then. That name had to be his chosen one. "What are your powers, Odin?" He asked curiously.
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Post by Odin on Jan 23, 2009 23:26:08 GMT -5
::Odin closed his eyes briefly, although it did nothing to stave off his compulsion to answer honestly. Opening them, he turned, faced the older man fully and replied,:: "I can sense and tinker with x-factors."
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Post by Erik Lensherr on Jan 23, 2009 23:28:07 GMT -5
Well now that certainly captured Erik's interests. "Fascinating," He murmured. This Odin truly was like his namesake. "My name is Erik," He said, almost casually.
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Post by Odin on Jan 23, 2009 23:29:57 GMT -5
::Odin glanced around the coffee shop, paying close attention to those around them. There was only two other customers, both on the other side of the establishment, and one cashier also brewing coffee. They were unlikely to be overheard. Turning his attention back to the older man, he corrected quietly,:: "Your name is Magneto."
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Post by Erik Lensherr on Jan 23, 2009 23:32:09 GMT -5
"So you know who I am," He said. It was not a question, but rather a statement. "What do you really think about this new President's stance on mutant rights?"
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Post by Odin on Jan 23, 2009 23:35:50 GMT -5
::Odin otherwise would have mentioned the Magazine, a pitch to get Magneto to read it - and he found it curious that Magneto used his given human name, although he assumed it was to avoid causing alarm or gaining police attention - and to allow him to finish writing. However, the question was posed, and Odin had no choice in the matter.:: "I think he's weak, but not rabid."
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