Post by mystique on Aug 7, 2006 15:42:26 GMT -5
Mystique listened to the conversation from her room, closing her eyes. The old wires from some of Erik and she's double plays were still working, and it seemed Pyro was never informed. Neither he nor Juggernaut were clever enough to stage an argument like that. So when the door slammed, she didn't need to slip her head out of the door to find out why.
Cain had every reason to lay blame, but he was doing so in the wrong direction. What the giant child did not know about the situation was a lot. What the smaller child didn't know was blowing up in his face. And after the mess Baltimore became, if either of them thought she was eager to share what she'd discovered(even if she HAD been given time to analyze it), they were dead wrong.
Arrogance, ignorance, inexperience. Why she stayed here, she wasn't sure.
Sitting up, Mystique sighed and shook her head, anger taking over. She'd brought Pyro two associates a hundredfold more valuable than the prom queens he'd been attracting to the cause, and because they were both so intent on showing off instead of strategizing for change, one of them was dead. And SHE was the one causing controversy? Amateurs. F**king amateurs.
Suddenly she missed Erik with an ache so strong it only made her angrier. They had been on the crest of making real progress, after years of working and waiting. Where did they think this information came from? Pyro seemed to feel skimming the news, sending some schoolgirls in to play stakeout and firebombing a building was what the Brotherhood was about. Perhaps that was the case, now that its original leaders were gone. Or were they? Was she lingering on, letting infants run the daycare while she did her best to make gold out of straw?
Mystique looked at the door, mind racing in a hundred directions. Maybe she cared about John too much. Maybe taking a chance on had backfired. She wasn't sure. But something was going to have to change, and fast.
Cain had every reason to lay blame, but he was doing so in the wrong direction. What the giant child did not know about the situation was a lot. What the smaller child didn't know was blowing up in his face. And after the mess Baltimore became, if either of them thought she was eager to share what she'd discovered(even if she HAD been given time to analyze it), they were dead wrong.
Arrogance, ignorance, inexperience. Why she stayed here, she wasn't sure.
Sitting up, Mystique sighed and shook her head, anger taking over. She'd brought Pyro two associates a hundredfold more valuable than the prom queens he'd been attracting to the cause, and because they were both so intent on showing off instead of strategizing for change, one of them was dead. And SHE was the one causing controversy? Amateurs. F**king amateurs.
Suddenly she missed Erik with an ache so strong it only made her angrier. They had been on the crest of making real progress, after years of working and waiting. Where did they think this information came from? Pyro seemed to feel skimming the news, sending some schoolgirls in to play stakeout and firebombing a building was what the Brotherhood was about. Perhaps that was the case, now that its original leaders were gone. Or were they? Was she lingering on, letting infants run the daycare while she did her best to make gold out of straw?
Mystique looked at the door, mind racing in a hundred directions. Maybe she cared about John too much. Maybe taking a chance on had backfired. She wasn't sure. But something was going to have to change, and fast.