Anger is Cool; Come to the Dark Side.

[prefers_magneto]

[Continued from here]

When Storm arrived, she would find Erik sitting at one of the outdoor tables, his back to the wall so he had a view of the street. A sunny afternoon made the sunglasses and fedora not seem suspicious to the average passerby, but he did also have the good sense not to advertise his face in public.

He looked up when she approached, gestured to the chair across from him, giving it just enough of a nudge with his power to push it out for her slightly.

"I was certain you'd change your mind."

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[prefers_magneto]

"Stop it early. Before it can't be stopped anymore. I'm gathering intelligence on the activities of worldwide government agencies and I'm gathering mutants who are willing to fight for our survival when it comes to that. Because it will. Registration means extermination is already the plan; that's how it starts. I intend to finish it long before it comes down to mass graves."

[mistressofelements]

"And by finishing it you mean...?"

Just what was he after? What sort of world was it that he was trying to build?

[prefers_magneto]

"That depends on them," Erik said gravely.