Mutant-Brotherhood posted:
The Guardian, Violence Erupts When Police and Mutant Protesters Clash in Central Kiev Today, Five Injured.
Tags: News, Kiev, Mutant Rights,
Charles looked away from the computer screen, kicking his legs fitfully and burying his face in his pillow. He hated this when people, namely this person, tried to incite angry and hatred in the population, like it was all the human's faults.
Mutant-Brotherhood, Charles' online enemy and oddly enough his most visited blog, was the type of man to blame everything on one person, one species in this case. He seemed to firmly believe that humans were out to get mutants that they could never coexist; Charles has more faith in the human race than that.
He pulls himself together and starts on returning post for 'Max Eisenhardt.'
Prof-X posted:
In light of the events and sequent outrage from some people, feel we should take a step back and look at all everything we know. The protesters, who had been staking out in the square for days, did start to flight, according to a number of reliable new source, for the most part the police were trying to protect themselves. Now that does not excuse their brutal methods but things are not as black and white as you may like them to be, my friend.
We're trying to coexist not dominate, let's try to keep our eye on the ball, yes?
Tags: Mutant-Brotherhood, Kiev, Mutant Rights
Charles pressed send just in time for Raven to come into his room, frowning at him. "Dammit Charles, you were supposed to be ready half an hour ago, the car is here to take us to the station."
Charles looked at his watched and swore softly, packing up his laptop and following Raven out to the car.
"What were you doing anyway?" Raven asked, sweeping her blonde hair away from her face, she'd chosen to look human today, probably a good idea if they were traveling into the city.
"Someone needed straightening out." He replied, leaving his bags for the driver and slipping into the backseat next to his sister.
"Max again?"
"Yes, apparently humans are completely to blame and are unworthy of our effort. God, he drives me crazy."
Erik was, in a word, furious. He leaned against a wall in the convention hotel, badge clipped to his belt and phone in his crushing grip. If that little prat 'Francis' continued to talk to him like a child with ridiculous pet names and try to discredit him like that he'd find his little telepathic arse and stuff a mutant right's flag up. Maybe give it a good twist while he's at it.
All in all though, the conference was going well. He'd been to a few of the breakout groups, even managed to take notes. Erik had just stopped to make a few update tweets when he saw the post and ugh! It made him so mad, if only he could find Francis at one of these things and punch him.
Erik's alarm went off for the next session he wanted to go to, a sort of brainstorming meeting for where the mutant community should go in the next few years. Erik had a few ideas of his own. First a comeback post.
Mutant-Brotherhood posted:
And who's to say we shouldn't dominate? Are we not the superior species? The humans are never going to accept up as equals and we will not stand to be considered second-class citizens. So let us be greater, that is where we were meant to be.
Tagged: Prof-X, Mutant Rights,
Erik made it to the meeting a few minutes early, just as the last session was closing up and slowing wandering out. There was coffee and tea, two boxes of donuts from a shop down the street. He made his way over for some coffee, he'd flown in from Boston that morning and was still rather tired. He probably should have been more aware of that too because he was still looking at his phone when he bumped into someone, making them drop their cup.
"Oh dear, I'm so sorry." A posh British accent said and it slowly got closer to the ground. Erik looked down, putting his phone away and finding himself staring at mop of brown hair and baby blue cardigan.
"No, no, it's my fault." Erik grabbed a few napkins and knelt down beside the man. "I wasn't looking."
The other looked up and Erik was struck with how blue his eyes were, they were supernatural and made him uncomfortable and completely relaxed at the same time. He realized a little too late that he'd been staring for almost two minutes and that's probably were the uncomfortable was coming from.
Erik picked everything up and stood again. "Sorry again, I'll make you another cup of whatever that was." He attempted a smile.
The man shook his head, biting his lip a little. "No, it's alright, really, I'm going to meet my sister now anyway." He held out his hand. "Charles Xavier."
Erik took it, "Erik Lehnsherr, it's nice to meet you." He glanced over at the table which was filling up quickly. "I should go sit down, but I uh- I hope we meet again."
Charles nodded, "Yes, me too my friend." He smiled gently and waved as he walked away. Erik followed him with his eyes, which kept drifting down to his arse in those jeans and he got this dopy, lazy shark smile on his face.