<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/32/f5/f2/32f5f256292c46526277b1b3de84773f.png)</div><strong>Code Name:</strong>Mystique<br/><strong>Character Name:</strong>Raven Darkholme<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Tuesday the 7th of September (2019)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Blackbird Hangar---->Blackbird<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As pictured<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Bishop, Rogue, Gambit, Beast, Sasquatch and Pyslocke<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong><br/><br/><hr/>The gravitas of discontent over her going.   Hung in the air and clung to her with a serpent like coil that squeezed hard around her psychic.    She thou would not be denied.  They looked upon her with distrust.  Their mantra made up of human guidance.   A guidance littered in prejudice of what is fear to what is different.   They viewed her as a enemy a terrorist to humankind.   When all of them were beyond even being remotely human.    Superior yet they took and acted as if being a mutant that fought fire with fire as being evil.<br/><br/>Raven disdained to reply back to any of them.  Even her love and mate Lucas.    He let her down in more ways.   The lack of trust he afforded her.   She rather die then jeopardize what grows in her.   Climbing into the blackbird she would take a seat and strap herself in.    Secure in the knowledge that she had taken steps to secure the success of the mission unfolding.<br/><br/>For Raven had taken steps to ensure finding Magneto.    That by contacting a ex of hers.   It had not been easy to do such.   She had left Sabretooth by faking her own death.   Their son between them hated them greatly and tore at her heart.   It hurt to think of him, her son.    Add in the fact her step daughter didn't like her,  or trust her.   Tears silently fell down over Raven's cheeks.   Her hormones at levels making her emotional,  she does not even realize she is crying.    As her thoughts continue on Sabretooth.   She had called him for there be none better to track down Magento if he survives.   Nor none better to confront the savage lands.   Not when the man himself is unbridled fury of being savage.