<div class="floatleft">(https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/marveldatabase/images/b/b1/Zheng_Shang-Chi_%28Earth-616%29_from_Shang-Chi_Vol_2_11_001.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Myg Zheng [Ravager] (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347243.msg16349087#msg16349087)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Marvels Building Upstate New York City<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Training uniform<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Mind Witch, Open<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><hr/>Myg had never visited Krakoa, not yet anyways. To him it was sort of like Camelot for Mutants—a nearly magical place where everyone was like you and it was cool. Myg was very safely a mutant and could travel there if he wished. His father on the other hand, that was a murkier issue. Krakoa was mutant haven for mutants. There was a lot of feelings about humans, based on the faction it could be good or bad, but it was always strong. While it was a place he was interested in and could talk about, it was also mentally tricky for him too.<br/><br/>He listened to her answers about Krakoa. It was all fascinating to him. He knew that his mom’s side of the family was notable and prominent. Hell, his uncle was both Captain Avalon and Captain Briton. His dad’s side was …lets just stick with murky or shady as a polite term. Technically his parents were …well off? Old world rich ..not like Iron Man or White Queen rich. It didn’t matter because Myg’s existence had never been like that.<br/><br/>Oh sure he had access to the Marvel’s mansion and its equipment, but just because you belong to a gym doesn’t mean you own it. “Is that something you study for? Being the White Queen I mean or do you just sort of pay attention to your mom for pointers?” He wasn’t being snarky; he was curious about how she saw her future. He glanced around her room; it was very different from his own as far as décor and style. He did like it though.<br/><br/>The memorial programing came on which he was aware of but didn’t pay attention to. He put their food down where she indicated and turned back to their conversation. He quirked an eyebrow at her comment. “Follow you if I dare?” he snorted. “You’re switching outfits not antagonizing the Hulk.” he said following her. Being around superheroes his entire life meant being around what basically amounted to insanely fit world class super models wearing skin tight outfits that left little to the imagination.<br/><br/>He walked over to the bathroom with her and leaning on the doorframe. He was polite enough to not be facing her as she changed out of her fighting uniform and into something more casual. It was difficult not to look. He decided to head back into the room and get a plate of food. “I guess your mom wants you to remain focused the blah blah and the heiress thing.” he noted. “Still, if this person were interested in you, he should have seen it as an opportunity to impress her.” he said with a shrug. He was also kinda glad too.<br/><br/>He watched her as she came out of the bathroom. It was impossible not to stare a little bit. “You’re just one of those people that looks good in anything you wear.” he observed out loud which he probably shouldn't have. Too late it was out.