Magneto blinked at his unfamiliar surroundings as he awoke, almost too tired or possibly too drugged to do anything else at the moment. The pillow his head rested on was so comfortable that he almost fell back asleep despite the fact that he'd woken up to stone walls he'd never seen before. He remembered going to one of the Mutant bars he'd known would be safe from even Charles' proselytizing via his students much less Anti-mutant mobs who would be looking to assassinate him. He remembered drinking a toast to something or other to do with the Mutant cause from a bottle that hadn't appeared to have been tampered with prior to his having opened it. Everything after that was completely blank.
Great.
He'd been Roofied.
Again.
He'd thought he'd gotten better at avoiding the sort of crazy that absolutely refused to take "Nein." for an answer, even after he repeated it in at least twenty languages. Nein, No, Nyet, Non, iie...Apparently, that wasn't the case seeing as he was here. Wherever here was.
"Ah, you're awake I see." said a nearby voice that reminded him entirely too much of Shaw, complete with the poisoned undertones that lurked beneath the amused friendliness that hadn't wavered in Shaw's voice even as the man was murdering his mother.
A male voice.
Well, wasn't this just perfect?
So, what was it going to be today? Experimentation? Declarations of vengeance against him for his (numerous) crimes? Or worse, a fanboy?
"We have a busy day ahead of us."said the voice that was once again giving him Shaw flashbacks, despite the fact that it was speaking in English rather than the German Shaw had used while experimenting on him. "We've got lessons to plan, and you're already ten minutes late to the staff meeting."
WHAT THE...?!
"Staff meeting?" Magneto found himself repeating somewhat stupidly as that had not been anywhere near the top ten-thousand in the list of things he'd been expecting to hear, and his head hadn't completely cleared of whatever the hell he'd been dosed with this time.
"Is this not your signature on this employment contract?" the owner of the voice who'd turned out to be a kindly-looking grandfatherly fellow who gave off Shaw vibes asked as he brandished a document in front of his face. A document that had the fancy signature he used when he sent letters, ultimatums, and press releases to the papers.
"That's my signature, but..." he started, wondering how the hell that particular signature had ended up on a contract. The utter absurdity of the situation was making him feel stupid, as he found himself floundering with nothing to get solid footing on so he could deal with this mess in the manner it deserved.
"Then I must inform you that your term of employment is for a minimum of one academic year or your death, whichever comes first. It's all in the fine print." the old man who reminded him more and more of Shaw with each passing second said as he handed the now upright and regretting it Magneto the contract to examine.
If Magneto's mind had been on a three second delay with a profanity filter, all anyone listening in would've heard as Magneto looked at the document he'd never signed or agreed to would've been a high pitched EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEE EEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEE EEEEEE EEEEEE EEEEEEE EEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Seeing as Magneto's admittedly vast, but exceedingly impulsive, mind wasn't on a three second delay, any random passing telepath would've gotten quite the lesson in the wonderful world of profanities and expletives. Considering the fact that Magneto had more than a passing familiarity with at least thirty languages, it was quite a vast world at that. However, none of this showed on Magneto's face which was taking on the sort of deadly calm that even Charles Xavier knew to wheel his ass the hell away from as the man began to process the fact that he'd been Shanghaied by a school.
The old man, who would be suffering Shaw's fate if Magneto had anything to say about it, must've sensed at least some of the danger he was in however, as the next words out of his mouth were "If you kill me, you become the new Headmaster, and that position comes with a minimum term of service of ten years or until your death. Whichever comes first. Eleven Headmasters ended up getting their jobs that way, much to their shock and dismay. Seeing as I've written that I would like to be succeeded the old way into my will, it's all legal and squared away with the Ministry. As per my wishes, they won't be so merciful as to charge my killer with my murder unless they feel that my successor would be an extreme danger to the school."
Well, there went that easy escape route...