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[Video] Early Saturday

[The screen flickers on to show an annoyed, ruffled, white-haired young man, clearly standing right outside the spaceship. The image is in focus and right-side up, even. Somebody knew what a video phone was. He brushes some hair back into place with quick fingers before speaking, his voice irritated instead of scared or worried.]

What the hell, man? Think you coulda warned me, huh?

[He scowls at the screen - clearly, a reply that's not instantaneous isn't quick enough]

Hellooo, Magneto? Cut the mysterious crap and get with the program! This another one of your tests? What more do I need to prove, huh?

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Not with that attitude, certainly.

[She catches it, and her eyes widen slightly. That - might confirm similar worlds.] I'd hope SHIELD would have better ways to spend its time.

[She knows SHIELD? He can't decide if that's a good thing or a bad thing.]

Last I knew, they had a few more pressing issues to deal with, yeah.

[Like trying to contain the damage after his father ~~and him~~ outed mutants to the world]

You know SHIELD?

I know of them. A new military agency, specialising in espionage. [And her eyebrow arches.] And one not known of by many people, never mind children.

I'm not a child!

[Because whining totally proves that point]

And that sounds right. Though they're not that new, if that Trask jerk is any indication. You don't whip up giant, mutant-hunting robots overnight.

[This is her sceptical face, Pietro.

...And this is her horrified face.]

Giant -

[Her eyes narrow, and her voice lowers.]

Just how giant are they? How many are there? What can they do?

[She's trying to ignore that raw, wretched voice in the back of her mind taunting "Ada was right".]

Yeah, apparently this guy got most of his work on the Sentinels done on SHIELD's dime.

[He doesn't know as much about the agency as he's pretending to]

Don't know how many there are, but one sure gave the X-geeks one hell of a time!

[Pietro grins at the memory, then frowns. Then looks a bit confused.]

But you should know that, since it was all over the news and everything. Mutants, exposed? Kinda hard to miss.

Exposed? [She stares at him for a moment, before shaking her head.]

What year is it, for you?

2002. Why, when're you from?

[Is that why she's familiar? Does he know her as an older woman? Somehow, time travel is way easier for him to accept than interdimensional travel and alternate realities.]

...Ah. [Well, that does explain - very little, actually. It's nice to know they reach another millenium, at least.] 1956.

Right. So you get a sneak preview, I guess. Just who're you supposed to be, anyway?

[Because this is taking too long, and he hates beating around the bush.]

If you know about SHIELD and mutants and all.

I suppose I do. [She rests her chin on her hands, grimly pensive. It's a bleaker future than she'd hoped, but - all the more reason for her to return somehow, isn't it?]

My name is Jocelyn Xavier. I've been a scholar, a soldier, and a psychologist thus far - and I am a mutant.

And yourself?

[Upon hearing the name, Pietro does some quick mental math. Sibling? Cousin?]

Huh. Don't know a Charles Xavier, do you? Never know where one of ol' baldy's relatives is going to pop up.

[Because he finds it almost funny that the big goody-goody had his own step-brother locked up]

You can call me Quicksilver.

...You know Charles. How well? [This just got complicated - ]

Quicksilver? [Her lips twitch, just slightly.]

All right, then.

Not well. The boss-man and he don't exactly get along.

[And maybe he shouldn't say anymore. She seems like someone who'd side more with Xavier and the X-men than Magneto]

This Magneto, I - [Her eyes widen again, and then...she raises a hand to her face, pinching the bridge of her nose.] Please don't tell me it's Erik.

[His eyes widen in surprise, then narrow in suspicion. The question definitely has him on the defensive.]

What do you mean?

[She glances up, looking downright pained.] I really would expect better of him. [To use and manipulate children - surely not, even decades later?]

Or you could tell me that I'm completely off the mark, and Magneto wasn't chosen because your boss can manipulate metal. [Not that it isn't a ridiculous name regardless.]

[And not just any children, either. It's probably lucky Wanda isn't around to drive the point home.]

Look, lady, I don't know how you know the bastard, and I don't have any idea what you'd "expect better" about. But at least he's got the right idea about things. Building a better world for mutants.

[He doesn't remember a time when Magneto wasn't obsessed with the cause.]

[She heaves a heavy sigh as her hand falls.] I know him the same way Charles does. [More or less. She's still not quite sure which Charles this universe belongs to - if any.]

I always knew we wanted the same things, ultimately, and that we'd employ very different methods in search of it. There are simply some I didn't expect.

Well, now you know to expect them. Not that it makes any difference, because it doesn't look like he's here. Enough said.

[Okay, Magneto? Clearly not this kid's favorite topic, despite supposedly working for him.]

...No. Magneto isn't. [And he won't be, if she can help it.]

You're clearly conflicted about the man. Why follow him?

Because he's good at what he does. You don't have to like someone to work with them.

[He's not saying something.]

But it's really none of your damn business.

[Her lips part for an argument - and then she stops. Considers.] No, I suppose not. I apologise for prying.

[It's tempting, to see exactly what he's holding back. But she holds herself to a higher stander than that. Or she tries, anyway.]

You won't need to follow anyone here, though I wouldn't suggest facing this world alone. It's a dangerous place, even for mutants; perhaps moreso. [One hand absently touches her neck, fingers tracing a line long gone.]

Edited 2012-07-22 23:49 (UTC)

[Of course he was going to do what his father expected of him. He was raised to believe that was his only option.]

How many times do I have to say I can handle myself? I'll be fine. Though that's none of your business, either.

[Jocelyn immediately shakes her head, hand falling out of sight.] That, I'm afraid, I must disagree with.

[She speaks intently, and sincerely.] I don't doubt your capabilities. I'm sure you've been trained well. [That, at least, she has no reason to doubt.] But we're all at a distinct disadvantage. None of us are safe. Not if we don't work together.

Edited 2012-07-23 00:07 (UTC)

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