Peaking back into the world

[magnetic_magpie]

Who: Magneto and to be updated
When: Week of 4-10 through 4-15
Where: Mostly the HoA, a few others
Summary: Mags is talking to people again. A few people want to see him in person
Warnings: Will be updated
Other: Tag in with when you are meeting/where ok?

He'd made appointments with various people. He was going to keep them. But even still, he was looking entirely well. He'd lost a little weight, was tense, and mostly very still. Except his eyes. They never stopped moving.

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4/13 - Friday morning?

[thelittlestbub]

Jubilee carried her duffel bag through the door of the HoA. It'd been most of a week since she'd been here and she really didn't want to come back, but if she didn't? Loki would turn the furnishings into vegetables and who knew what Deadpool would get up to.

She stopped, seeing Magneto coming out of a door. "Hey." Not her greatest of greetings but flinging herself in his arms and begging him to never leave seemed... impolite.

it's good!

[magnetic_magpie]

He was still skittish around people, so it's probably a good thing she didn't fling herself at him, but so he crossed the floor pretty quickly and pulled her against his chest and held her tight.

"Hi there."

[thelittlestbub]

He grabbed her and she dropped the duffel at her feet with a dull thud. Her arms slid around him and she frowned. "You haven't been eating again." Neither had she, but whatever. She's not the one under the care of archangels.

Afternoon of 4/11 at the HoA!

[motioned]

Despite being worried about the meeting, she comes to the house right after school just as she said she would. Once she reaches the front door, she knocks, unsure if it would be unlocked and not wanting to come in unannounced even if it was.

[magnetic_magpie]

The door was locked - before it had been open during the day but Jubilee had ordered the change, and Magneto wasn't inclined to challenge it. But he was waiting on one of the couches in the inner porch and heard her knock. A quick check on the camera and he stood to unlock the door and let her in.

He was thinner with less muscle, more pale, and had a general 'tired' look of someone under strain, though he did smile warmly, even with his eyes watching everything. "Good afternoon dear."

[motioned]

After a second of taking in his appearance, her expression grows more worried, though she tries to mask it fairly quickly. She covers it with a smile, trying to appear as positive as she can, though it may not be quite convincing giving the circumstances.

"Good afternoon!" She walks inside the room.

4/11 10:30am at HoA

[mediumdrip]

Blaine was more than a little relieved to be back at this place. He wasn't sure he would be welcome back.

He felt like he should bring something, but in the end he just dressed carefully. did his hair with car and got there right on time.

He really can't wait to see the man he knew as Michael.

[magnetic_magpie]

Magneto was waiting on the inner porch, so when Blaine arrived he slid from the couch to feet, flipped the lock, and opened the door. He offered Blaine a smile, but it's was small and quiet. "Hello Blaine. Here, come in." He stepped back to let him in.

[mediumdrip]

Blaine returned the smile, his own with a sense of relief. He came in carefully and looked over Magneto's body, wondering for a moment if they both would be able to handle a hug.

Friday 9AM

[calm_tempest]

It was the first she'd heard from Xavier-sensei since the accusations had been levied. Perhaps the first anyone save a select few had heard from him since then. At least he'd had the sense to make an appointment with someone, regardless of whether it was with her or anyone else.

The man had been troubled for some time, and the toll both emotionally and physically were something that needed to be addressed.

Her steps were calm and unhurried as always when she entered the house; there was no unease in the cadence of her footfalls. She had encountered far worse in her life than anything Xavier-sensei had recently been accused of doing.

She caught sight of him, and immediately noted the weight loss, the pallour, the nervous eyes. That this must have been an improvement over how he'd felt the past few weeks was rather saddening.

A polite, respectful bow at the shoulders when she approached him. "Xavier-sensei. I am glad to be able to see you again."

[magnetic_magpie]

Despite wanting to see her, despite inviting her, as Unohana walked into the room, there was a fleeting thought of fleeing. It had been a long week, rubbing raw nerves bloody, causing his breath to quicken slightly. He was very, frighteningly, good at controlling his heart rate and breathing, at manipulating his body to suppress the physiological signs of anything.

He returned the bow, slightly lower than hers. "Healer Unohana. I am glad to able to arrange a visit."

[calm_tempest]

There was something off about him aside from what she'd already noted. Some sort of . . . calming influence? It was a feeling she couldn't pinpoint. Whatever it was, it seemed to be assisting him, and she would not call it into question. At least not yet. If she decided to question him about it, she could wait.

"Please sit."

No questions. No demands for information. Not even a wary expression in her eyes. It was as it was. She was here as a healer, not as an inquisitor. Unless she deemed it necessary, she would not press.

Early evening, 4/12

[frosty_mind]

Emma came home from work and went directly to Magneto's apartment, quietly knocking on the door.

Early evening, 4/12

[magnetic_magpie]

He shouldn't have been startled, but he was, folded in his one comfortable chair in his office, and not paying enough attention to realize someone was in the hall, and it took him a few minutes to get to the door. More than the others, Emma, he didn't doubt, would be able to see just how overwhelmed he was, read the tightness of his jaw, the tension in his eyes, the set of his shoulders and just know. It wasn't as if she hadn't seen him under strain before. And she knew he didn't do things halfway.

"Just getting in?"

Re: Early evening, 4/12

[frosty_mind]

Emma looks Magneto over thoughtfully.

"Just back from work. I'm clinging to the illusion of normalcy."

She tilts her head. "Should I ask how you're doing, or drop the subject for a couple of weeks and help you cling to the illusion of normalcy?"

4/14

[doeswhathewants]

He's only just re-mastering the art of peeling back the veil to travel unseen in this place, too much and it would bring in the darkness, too little and .... well nothing at all would happen. But he is also quite sure Magneto would be able to feel him moving as he and Thora bound through the house to go and greet him while he is spending time back at the HoA.

And just in case- because he doesn't want to surprise an one such as Magneto and cause some kind of quantum shift in the gravitational whatever, he phases through just at the door, giving a knock as he passes. "Greetings!" With the invisible Thora, seen only by hot pink mohawk, paws and green leopard spots on her back.

Re: 4/14

[magnetic_magpie]

He could feel something though he wasn't sure what it was. Still, he simply tensed a bit until Loki and the puppy were visible. And while he couldn't see Thora, he could, easily, see the energy signature around the Hellhounds.

"Greetings. Welcome back." He was still worn looking and thinner, pale and skin around his eyes tense. And no doubt, Thora could smell the other animals on him: Fraiser, the great Dane puppy, Lucifer's hellhound - Thora's father, Eden the parrot, his own kittens, and the new lion cubs. Not to mention the Archangels themselves. But offered a small smile anyway.

4/11 | 20.30 | Random place

[southernreaper]

He hadn't been expecting that. He'd been getting ready to head to the meeting place and he'd been grabbed and whooshed down here. Kevin would swear on a stack of bibles that he'd heard wings. Except... No. Not thinking about it. Because if he did, he'd pee himself, and Kevin had very carefully been avoiding all the angels in port. No one was taking that away from him!

So, leaning against a wall, he was covered by the shadows, with his bare hands in his pockets. No reason not to have a weapon right? He didn't even blink when Magneto showed up.

random rundown Sector 11 building

[magnetic_magpie]

Angel flight was always microseconds confusion. His body just could not process changes in location that fast.

"Hell Kevin."

He wasn't as tense as others had seen him this week, but he was alert, drawn tight as a wire, on-edge alert, even knowing Michael was lingering somewhere close by.

4/11 - Wednesday Afternoon?

[axemeaquestion]

[The Talking House was new for her. She saw about it on the network. But she never saw it in person. Briefly, while she walked up to it, her mind slipped on why she was here and went to just plain marvelling at the place. Because wow.

So hi. She's here!]

Re: 4/11 - Wednesday Afternoon?

[where_the_hearth_is]

Hello, and welcome!

[The door slides open as she approaches, its voice genderless and chipper. A little drone shows her through to a cozy room paneled in wood and stone, with warm sunlight tripping down a mirrored skylight through the upper levels. There's an empty hearth, a low table, and cozy chairs, with Magneto waiting in one of them, with a mug and a coffeepot.]

Can I get you anything? Tea? Hot chocolate?

4/14 - 1700

[soul_scatter]

Byakuya arrived exactly on time. Xavier-sensei had wished to speak with him and he wished to speak with the man as well. Tea seemed like a good idea. Tea and a bit of conversation. He didn't know how well the man was, but considering the amount of time that had passed and the woman's announcement, well. Xavier-sensei probably wasn't up to full strength.

After being let into the house, Byakuya scanned the foyer. It had changed a lot since the last time he'd been here. He was particularly surprised at how worn Xavier-sensei looked. He'd obviously lost weight and there was a look of tension about his eyes and mouth that hadn't been there before.

"Xavier-sensei."

Re: 4/14 - 1700

[magnetic_magpie]

"Kuchiki-taichou." His voice wasn't it's normal rich timbre, dulled and flattened some. He stood to offer a slight bow, and while his movements still had a certain grace to them, there was a stiffness normally absent.

Tea was ready in the more casual common room rather than the meeting or rec room, in part because the chair Magneto favored was wedged against a corner and offered protection on two sides.

12 April, Early Afternoon

[angel_of_death]

On Thursday afternoon, Walter arrived as promised. Having been caught by one of the day's light showers on his way over, Walter took a moment to shake the water from his umbrella before giving a ring at the door to alert the household to his presence.

Luckily, Walter had possessed the foresight to bring the umbrella in the first place; the conversation to take place had the potential to turn stressful, so the last thing he wanted was to get his cigarettes wet.

[magnetic_magpie]

Magneto heard the door bell and unfolded himself from the chair to answer it. He was a little more stressed than he had been at the beginning of the week.

"Walter. Welcome. Come inside?"

House had sent over drones with food, which was set up in one of the common rooms.