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Post by RAVEN DARKHOLME on Jul 2, 2021 10:02:51 GMT
The Brotherhood members were freed from the security facility, Raven was glad that they were free again and all her hard worker had finally paid off. Now the brotherhood was back together and Raven could finally relax a bit.
Raven laid back in her chair as she drank a coffee, it felt good to sit around in her natural blue skin as for the longest of times she had hidden herself from people for the longest of time,
There had been reason behind that but now she was free to be herself for the first time in a long time, but today she sat pondering the next move for the brotherhood.
There were many mutant who needed what she did, to learn to accept who they were, however the humans were a difficult case.
Raven sighed a bit as she moved from the table thinking she could read a book for awhile. Yet she as moved her eyes caught the red skin of the man knowing as Azazel
“Good day Azazel.” She began friendly
Truthfully Raven was a little fascinated by Azazel, he had physical mutations like her, as physical mutation seemed be rear amongst mutation
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2021 2:51:43 GMT
It had been a little while since the Brotherhood and additional company had escaped the maximum security facility. Up until then his teleporting had not taken much primarily due to adrenaline, but the massive teleport he did to get them to their closest safehouse had taken much of what remained of his energy. The last thing he remembered after that was passing out due to the strain on his body from the sedatives, adrenaline, and overexertion, as well as the pain of wounds not properly mended or looked after. Following that, he had awoken a few days later, finally bandaged up and properly taken care of medically.
Yet, he still had a while to recover, before he got his full strength back. It had been sometime since he felt so weakened and vulnerable, especially after three years in and out of a small space as well as sedated and experimented upon.
The red skinned demonic mutant was no different that day. He was in better shape, but still took it easy as he arrived to the kitchen, eyes immediately falling on the blue skinned beauty herself who had risked her life and potential exposure to aid them. "Mystique." Azazel greeted with a small incline of his head towards her, moving towards the counter to pour himself a glass of coffee, something to perk him up after another several hours of rest. Was really all he could do, slowly heal and move around, exercise and light training to regain some strength and precision back that he had lost. "Rest well after our most recent excitement?" He inquired after taking a sip of his drink, carefully turning towards her and leaning back, grunting slightly from the movements.
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Post by RAVEN DARKHOLME on Jul 18, 2021 11:03:04 GMT
Raven tried to not focus on Azazel to much she didn't want to make it obvious that she was observing him with intruige, he called her by her code name, it was t as if she minded to much as it was her mutant name but sometimes she liked being called by her original name.
Raven closed her eyes as she sipped her coffee.
" You can call me Raven if you like." She replied gently
The blue skinned mutant opened her eyes as she nodded to his statement.
"Yes I think we all need a good rest after everything that has happened, in glad I was able to free my brother's from there confined.',
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2021 16:05:46 GMT
Azazel tried not to smile to himself with occasionally having seen the blue woman cast her gaze towards him with curiosity. They were perhaps some of the few among the Brotherhood who had such drastic mutations, even when counting Angel herself. She had wings it was true, but she could still properly hide her mutation, to resemble a normal human being. Him and Raven however, they really would stand out in a crowd. Still, a part of him envied Raven for being able to at least have that slight reprieve by being able to shapeshift her entire being.
"Seems a little informal to call you by your first name, no?" Azazel pointed out in his accented voice, taking another sip of his coffee, seeming to savor the taste of something other than the slop and gruel given to them in the cells. Oh how he missed the freedom! "But, I suppose it has been long enough you are a close comrade to me." He mused slightly, tail slowly swaying behind him as he observed her from his spot.
"And that I can agree with." The red mutant nodded, finally using a hand to slowly push himself up with a small grimace, making his way over to a chair opposite of the shapeshifter, slowly sitting down. "Proper rest was hard to come by for those three painful years." His face twisted into one of anger and malice, teeth gritting into a slight snarl as he recalled easily being overpowered, shipped off to some strange facility to be tortured until death. "Even after four-hundred years, humanity has yet to change what it deems as "filth" and blasphemy." Realizing his rage growing however, he quickly shook his head and took a deep breath. 'Get a hold of yourself Azazel.' He told himself, faintly concerned he might have startled the young woman.
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