1214/Meeting with an old friend.

Meeting with an old friend.
Date of Scene:	18 April 2020
Location:	Hank's Lab
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Henry McCoy, Raven Darkholme

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Henry McCoy has posed:
It'd been a day. Teens and adults turning into dinosaurs, being bitten by a velociraptor, having to stitch up his own injuries - one might say it was a bad day. But in the scope of things, for a member of the X-Men, it wasn't /too/ terrible. Still, Hank had retreated to his lab - few people tended to bother him in a location where he could potentially bore them to sleep with science! He hung from one of the convenient rafters, working on one of the computers in his unique position. It wasn't a frenzy of scientific activity, more like just an idle passing of time while his nerves calmed down.

Raven Darkholme has posed:
    "Didn't think you were serious." Explains the sudden voice from teh figure darkening Hank's doorway. A rather familiar red haired woman slowly starts to get a bit taller and a lot more asure in hue. "But I'm calling in that favor you promised me so long ago Henry." Says Mystique, her arms crossed beneath her chest and her shoulder leaning against the door frame. Her hip cocked out sideways, showing off much of her thigh and boot covered shin.

    She looks up and around the room, those yellow eyes drinking in the atmosphere and Hank himself as she stays at the doorway. "What got ahold of you?" She asks, motioning with her chin towards Hank's arm, curious what could do that to the Beast.

Henry McCoy has posed:
He certainly wasn't ready for that voice - dropping to the floor and spinning to face her. "My-Mystique." He huffs out. This could be bad! He looks around for any other visitors, before turning his yellow eyes back to her. The stance and thigh is noticed, no doubt. There's a bit of a fidget. "Bit by a student turned dinosaur." He comments, regaining a little composure. "Stung like hell."

A beat goes by. "My promise... all right." A nod from the blue doctor. "What can I help you with, Mystique." He motions to a chair, offering her a seat if she so chooses.

Raven Darkholme has posed:
    Mystique keeps herself by the door, though she turns her head, hair turning to rest against her shoulder as she peeks outside the frame and then steps in, hand moving expertly to close the door behind herself. No interruptions. "You have a student who turned into a dinosaur and bit you... Henry, you really don't need to lie to me." Mystique says, dragging a finger across the desk as if to check it for dust or just to do something idly.

    She clears her head with a soft shake. "I need to hide for some time Hank." She changes which of his names she uses just to keep him on his toes and to have one sound more sultry than the other. "I think you could help me with that..."

Henry McCoy has posed:
I mean, it works. Henry watches her every move, knowing the danger is ever-present with her. "You need my help to hide?" He looks a bit stunned at that. "Hide from whom? And... I am assuming your talent won't be applicable in this instance?" The comment about the lie is left to fade into the air - he can't explain it any better than he had, so anything else might sound even more ridiculous.

Eyes look to the door, perhaps to see if she locked it too - that would likely be worse. Then he's back to looking to her. "I do owe you, but help me understand Mystique?" He asks, taking a seat - even if she doesn't.

Raven Darkholme has posed:
    "Hank... I can handle the looks, I can usually handle the back story, what I need help with is the credentials." Mystique semi explains. "I need to hide from Sinister and others in Genosha." She takes a breath and then sighs, a rare sign of vulnerability showing on her face, in her posture, how she holds her one arm at the elbow. "My daughter is here, people I care about are here. I want to be close to them and I know most of them hate me. I just want to make sure they're safe." She explains.

Henry McCoy has posed:
That draws a pause from him, the man's eyes on her. "Who do you want in on this, Mystique?" He asks, quietly. Another breath of a pause. "She helped today." A wry grin. "Helped me change the bandages." His forearm comes up, showing the well dressed wound.

"Sinister. You tend to pick the best people to run afoul of, don't you." He half teases. "You have people who care about you here, you know."

Raven Darkholme has posed:
    "I sure know how t'pick 'em." She says with a look towards Hank and then back down to herself as she's starting to close her vulnerabilities back up. The wall is being restored, her hand falls from her elbow and she's looking more and more confident with each breath. Standing taller and more powerful. "The fewer the better. I feel you and maybe Jean. Unless you want more to know..." Mystique asks, canting her head to one side, giving an opportunity for Hank to deliver some input into the ideas.

Henry McCoy has posed:
He nods, seeing the change - seeing her regain her composure. "Jean and Charles will likely know, being who they are." He says, honestly. "There are a few more telepaths about, as well." A slight frown. "But I do not believe they will be poking about." A nod again, looking about the lab. "I can offer you my lab to rest in - I can partition it off for privacy." Henry offers over. "Just... don't pass as any of the people here, Mystique. They will not take favorably to that." A long pause.

"I will assume that I should definitely not tell her?"

Raven Darkholme has posed:
    "I'll worry about the telepaths, you just work your magic Henry." Mystique says, stepping to Hanks side and putting her hand on his blue arm, and squeezing his bicep. Mindful to not approach the already damaged arm. "You don't know what this means to me." The woman sighs softly and then looks back up into his eyes and slowly she shifts into a smaller woman, brown hair with several strands of blue hair that could have been dyed, as a hint to Hank. "No, no one that's already here." She says with another squeeze of Hank's arm.

Henry McCoy has posed:
He sighs, damned as he is in making a promise. His body language definitely shows quite a bit of hesitation and confusion as she moves closer, smirking as she shifts to a new persona. "Where did you last run into Sinister?" He asks, clearing his throat. "And do we have a name for you, in case people ask?" The man murmurs. He doesn't shy away from her, but it is clear he's at a loss as to her sign of gratitude.

Raven Darkholme has posed:
    "When we attacked him in Serbia, not long ago." Mystique answers and she looks back up to Hank and shrugs her shoulders. "This is why I came to you. I need you to help me with my backstory and everything." She doesn't, but with his help, he can sell her to the others should the need arrise. Or that's Mystique's plan.