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What a beautiful evening. The sun is setting on the city and the shadows are long and the lower sky is red, while the brightest starts peek out for one brief moment, soon to be blocked by all the lights of the city. Maximus has just arrived home, and he moves out onto the large patio section of his rich, entitled apartment, that he shares with his protector, Gorgon, who is presumably being crappy on the job at the moment. He does not care to be out here for long, but the freshest air is above, and he takes a few cleansing breaths of it, for all the good it does. He is dressed in a black, mandarin style modern suit, black ringlets rustling against his pale cheeks as he looks over the city.
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It's a slow thing at first. Just the lightest objects nearby would rattle. Loose change. A fork, perhaps. Then anything dropped on the floor. Photo frames… The buttons on a keypad. The entire apartment is rumbling as something approaches. Perhaps it is a disruption following a fault line through the city… An earthquake. But it grows in intensity as Erik is approaching, just a dot for now. He's quickly descending toward the apartment's patio, however, cape behind him.
Magneto has his helmet on. This is probably not a good sign.
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Maximus is caught right in the middle of his sanity, not fully either way, which is probably for the best. Spotting the mutant coming and noting all the metal rattling, he brushes his hand down his front a few times and draws in another deep breath. He steps back, but only to allow the man some room to land, and presents a semi-bored sort of expression towards the helmeted man. "Ahhhh…Erik…I suppose you have come to thank me? Or, perhaps you would like a dose of medicine so that you can forget you are dating my cousin for a few days?" He tilts his head, expression sweet, and sly.
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"What did you do to Lorna?" Erik's voice is not his usual measured stoicism. It's a roar of raw rage as patio furntiure is threatening to tear itself up from the ground. He does land in front of Maximus, blue eyes focused heavily upon him. Objects all around them are coming into the air collecting above Maximus and Erik both. His expression is a rictus of cold fury. "Your jokes aren't serving you well right now. I suggest you stop."
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Maximus holds up a hand, "Firstly, I am grateful that you come with your mind set to reason. She should be well back to herself by now. She was miserable and crying her eyes out. Embarrassed to be around her peers. All from being dumped by that terrible boyfriend of hers. Right? Was he not terrible for her? I met him only once and he sparked to a temper faster that a dog with raw meat." Maximus keeps an eye on all that metal floating about, "Ah…do try not to affect my delicate machinery inside the apartment. It definitely could explode." A pause and a wrinkle of his brow. "And I would be upset. Like Lorna was. I told her I had the power to blank her mind for a couple of days, to give her peace…solace…a vacation from sadness. She accepted, so I did it. I also made sure she was right by the door so she would be safe." He touches his own chest with his hand. "All out of kindness."
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Erik takes a deep breath. That is actually a visible effort, given that the way his muscles clench and his eyes narrow suggests that he is just as likely to use the span of the same breath to collapse every ferrous object within twenty yards onto Maximus simultaneously. It's an educated guess, really. Not much of a stretch for Erik. A second breath follows. "You're family," Erik starts slowly, in a voice that's hardly a whisper. "Crystal would be upset if I crushed you. I have no doubt that you get some perverse pleasure out of terrorizing Lorna but the kindness of your heart is not an explanation I will accept. If you have a better reason speak it here before I decide I've run out of mine." Erik pauses here for a second and then slowly adds, "You are not to touch her mind again! Mercy is not a virtue for which I am particularly known, Maximus, and you are trying my temper."
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Maximus squares back his shoulders. "Are you threatening me? /Erik/." He arches his dark brows. "What makes you think that I am /afraid/ of you? That girl gets no life because of you. She told me that people fear to date her…because of you. Oh, I do harass her, but she needs a little harassing, or she is going to grow up in a bubble thinking that nothing she does has a consequence, because /Daddy/ is scary. Do as you will…either way, she will learn that her action has a consequence, even if she would not mourn too much over her harassing friend, Maximus /the Mad/."
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|ROLL| Erik +rolls 1d20 for: 16
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"Am I threatening you? No." That's when the patio furniture decides it has a purpose. It crashes down toward the patio- and Maximus- as Erik lifts his hands, staring wildly at the man in front of him. "You were never her /friend/!" He snarls as his self-control snaps like a thinly veiled thread, raining them both in pieces of plastic and twisted metal. Some of them are quite large and heavy and the result regardless is utter cacophony.
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Maximus makes a pained sound when the table clips his shoulder and a chair pummels into his head and he definitely ends up on the ground, some of his Inhuman blood making a spiral down one of his pretty curls. He flicks blue eyes up at Erik and stays down, though he shifts around and kicks at the table to get it off his leg. "I want to fight you so badly. No one ever fights you, do they? You have woven your web of intimidation so completely that now it must be so dull…never getting to flex because people give up before they've started. No one fights me either. But I long for it." He runs his fingertips across his lips. "We could be friends, Erik…I am so much more interesting than my cousin."
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"That is almost tempting," Erik allows slowly. He would tilt his head bu the helmet doesn't allow it so instead he flexes the muscles in his back and shifts his weight slightly, almost achieving a similar effect. The man takes a deep breath and then carefully exhales, blue eyes still firmly latched onto Maximus. "You're right. No one fights me," he adds very slowly. "Do you think that you could? It would be intriguing." There's a pause while Magneto actually seems to consider this for a long moment. "Perhaps we could be on speaking terms," he allows softly. "You will no doubt find a way to spin your way into Lorna's good graces again. If you so much as touch her we will not be talking the next time we meet." With that, Erik intends on floating away, though slowly enough for further conversation. He'll even take the broken furniture with him. It doesn't seem to want to be separated from the Master Chair. "Goodbye, Maximus."
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Furniture thief! Maximus is calling the police. No he's not. Too much explaining. And…too much guilt on his part, "I can do more than you think! With or without that helmet! I could challenge you more than you believe!" He yells after the magna-dad as he picks himself off the patio and wipes at his head. When he takes a step he has a little limp.
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