<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.mckellen.com/images/3270.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Magneto<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The back of Ambassador Edward's car<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>5th September, Mid-Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ambassador Edwards<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Making threats<br/><hr/><br/>Magneto stood tall and proud in his armour. The only other person in the dim, dull room was the ever valuable Vanisher. Mastermind had already found the Ambassador and now it was only up to his teleporting brother to find her. Outwardly he was a picture of calm, controlled command. But inside Magneto seethed with rage. He had done for a day now, ever since the Salvation incident. A hateful act of desperate, terrified cowards. The government were nothing better than sheltered and afraid humans unwilling to accept their fate. The day of homo sapiens was already over, all that was left for them to do was bow out with grace. He outstretched a gloved hand to Vanisher as soon as he was given a short nod.<br/><br/>There was no fuss, or sensation, when the Vanisher worked. One second he was standing in that dim room and then before he could notice a thing he was in the back of a four door saloon hurtling through the countryside. In order to avoid a panicked car accident Magneto gave nothing more than a brief thought. The car came to a dead halt in an instant, causing the Ambassador and Vanisher to swing forward in their seats with the momentum. He heard the startled breath of the Ambassador, but was generally impressed with her stoic nature. Of all humans, he had to give credit to her bravery.<br/><br/>Without a single motion the cars now useless wheels ground to a halt, the accelerator raising itself and locking off. And then, through invisible magnetism, the car itself left the ground. Magneto felt the slight rush in the power, and a part of himself wanted to see that power pushed and expanded against those who fought the future. But for now he would show restraint and mercy. Eventually the car smoothly came to a rest just to the side of the road, carefully out of clear view of any passers by. It was at this point the Ambassador stuttered out her words of hope. Of course she had wanted to talk. Somebody had to run back to the cowards to tell them that their days were numbered. Likewise somebody had to make a poor, pre-written excuse for their behaviour.<br/><br/><strong>"You want to talk, Ambassador? It is a pity that the men you work for lack the time for words. Actions, as we all know, speak louder. And your Government could not have been clearer in the message they sent to me. I am to fear them, and their power. Lay down my arms and come with my head hung low in shame for my actions. This is a new arms race, and one that they will win at any cost."</strong><br/><br/>Magneto spoke slowly, with a great deal of deliberation and gravitas. There was a deep seated, decades old anger in his words. His rage was born of his childhood. As a boy he had been the powerless victim of a tyrannical regime, and no longer would the segregated and outcast be the victims of the masses. When he began speaking again it was with renewed vigor and force. Each word was emphasised by the car creaking and groaning, his emotions pushing his power a little and causing the metal to bend and strain.<br/><br/><strong>"My actions will speaker louder than any words you could wish for. I will show your leaders and your people myself that this is a war that you cannot hope to win. Battling the future is not within the realms of any weapon. But please, Ambassador. Say what your coward tyrants have demanded you say."</strong>