servingfather: (There will be no escape)
Saint Michael ([personal profile] servingfather) wrote in [community profile] sirenspull_logs2012-05-12 05:58 pm
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Say what you want, take your shots.

Who: Magneto, Michael, and Jubilee
When: Evening on the 11th
Where: HOA
Summary: Michael gets Magneto to Jubilee for plotting purposes.
Warnings: None as of yet

[They arrive on the porch - a girl and her cat. Or at least that's how they appear to anyone who might be in the house. Seeing as how she sent a message ahead to Jubilee, "Mikaela" expected to see the woman soon. She puts the white cat down on the floor next to her, allowing it to have freedom but she knows that he won't stray too far.]
magnetic_magpie: (Inside an ever calculating mind)

[personal profile] magnetic_magpie 2012-05-13 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Time was a factor - though how he known how close they were cutting it, he would have hauled everyone in. He just hadn't known.]

You trying to control me would be like you trying to control Wolverine or Sabertooth.

[Not Logan and Creed - Jubilee at least, knew the difference.]

You'd think he'd have learned that dismissing those he has no idea about is a bad idea. But Loki probably could be. Or...

[His lips twitched into a smirk. eyes lighting up. Scheming.]

Several things. Minor mischief, really.

[But he sobered over Wanda.]

That doesn't surprise me. At least nothing was blown up.
thelittlestbub: (BOOM)

[personal profile] thelittlestbub 2012-05-15 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, you see, something was blown up? Umm.

[Jubilee looks contrite. Very contrite.]

I uh kinda blew through one of the sets of void cuffs. Apparently, they weren't designed to handle me when I'm surging.

[Because this was important for Magneto to know.]

Now, back to the fun stuff. Our fight.
magnetic_magpie: Mags in a red sweater (616 Magneto - Doesn't believe this)

[personal profile] magnetic_magpie 2012-05-15 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[He glances over at Michael. He had promised he would behave, when it came to Crowley. He hadn't promised he wouldn't sic others.]

Which cuffs?

[Because it was important. And a little alarming.]

Yes. What were you planning?