1678/So What Happened

So What Happened
Date of Scene:	15 May 2020
Location:	Hammer Bay Refugee Camp
Synopsis:	Mystique checks in with Lorna.
Cast of Characters:	Lorna Dane, Raven Darkholme

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Lorna Dane has posed:
It was the day after the incident on the beach with the Magistrates. The former human rulers of Genosha had attempted a return, and had brought with them their anti-mutant tech and with their war ships off the coast of the island. They had given Lorna an ultimatum. She had 20 minutes to decide: let them land and have Carrion Cove, or they would force the issue.. and then they'd revealed they'd planted mines on the supply ship, which carried desperately needed supplies for the island's refugees. To say that the Queen of Genosha had snapped was an understatement. One that had led to several hundred of the Magistrates and their supporters dying on their battle ships as she ripped them apart. It was all over the news, and it wasn't flattering for Genosha.

Right now? The green haired young woman was standing in the middle of the refugee camp, wearing a pair of cargo pants and a black tank-top. She sat on a metal folding chair, mug in hand and looking rather ragged. It was late on the island, and the few residents had tucked into their prefabricated homes for the night. It was quiet, save for the whistle of the tropical wind and the crashing of waves on the beach beyond.

Raven Darkholme has posed:
    "I heard about what happened." A deep voice from over Lorna's shoulders, a familiar voice, and then a hand falls onto Lorna's shoulder, thin, but firm. The muscles feel like wood beneath the man's calloused pads of his fingers and palms. "You did exactly what your people needed of you." The approving voice of Lorna's father fills the almost impossibly still air, his face turning down towards Lorna's eyes if she'd look up at him. He's anticipating that reaction from the Queen. Though before Lorna's eyes his face will tighten up, turning into a more younger version of himself, before her very eyes. "I don't want to get people's hopes up, but I do want to let you know to not beat yourself up in this."

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna's eyes closed at the sound of the all too familiar voice. And for a moment, she felt tears well up behind them. But she couldn't feel him in the magnetic poles, and he carried none of the presence that accompanied him in her memories.. And she knew, promptly, who was likely behind the image and voice using her dead father's likeness.

"I told you not to do that." She said softly, and took a sip of her tea. Her back stiff and ramrod straight rather than relaxed like it was previously.

"I'm not sorry for what I did, but I suspect I'll be getting dealing with it for a long while yet." She sighed, and finally turned her gaze to Mystique. Her lips pursing into a thin line.

Raven Darkholme has posed:
    With the vissage of a younger Erik, Mystique sits down next to Lorna, "And I told you, I'm going to do what I have to." Mytique explains in Erik's voice still before she fully shifts into her blue form, with clothes, of course. A simple white tank top and dove grey pants keep the shape shifter 'modest' in the way most humans and mutants tend to prefer. Smoothing the line of her pants, the azure woman's poisonous eyes look back up to Lorna, "Do you know where the magistrates and their cargo originated from?" They had to come from some where.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna scowled, and she took several beats to calm her breathing before she answered the shapeshifting mutant again. She sipped at her tea, something she had promised the Professor she would do for her mental health, and took the time to process something that wasn't a snappy insult. "Using my father's image on me is //not// going to work when I can sense the lack of magnetism from you." She muttered, and shook her head.

"As far as the Magistrates go? My father had a list of where they were, and the X-men had theirs. But we didn't have knowledge of them having full on war ships nor how much antimutant tech they had.." She shrugged once. "But that's gone now. So." Her headache threatened to return, and she could feel the dull thud behind her eyes. Fabian had boosted her powers.. and it had left her feeling more than a little hung over.

Raven Darkholme has posed:
    "The voice still has an effect on you. More than you're willing to admit, but that's not why either of us are sitting down and talking now. Either way, the magistrates having tech and access to infrastructure like that. It's something I can work with. I think some help via the US dollar and tax payers may be ideal in a time like this. Don't you agree?" Mystique asks, her eyebrow raised slightly higher than the opposite in a fashion as she leans back, crosses her legs at the knee and rests her hands on the top leg. Waiting for the idea to blossom in Lorna's mind.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna shot the blue woman a look, flat and unamused. She sipped at her tea. "Which is why I am asking you to stop using his face." She managed to get out. "As a kindness." She added. And took another sip of her tea. She was no doubt going to finish it off in a moment and then she'd be out of handy things to hide behind.

"And they had it from before Genosha fell. I'm more impressed that they managed to escape with a whole war ship and hide. But I suppose I shouldn't be. A lot of people did not support my father taking over the island, and would have been willing to hide a bunch of anti-mutant monsters." She sighed heavily, and turned her gaze away from the other mutant to the inky sky and the stars strewn over it. She'd never seen so many stars when Genosha was at his height, too built up with lights from all the millions of people living there to ever see them.

"And no, I'm sorry, I won't condone robbing US banks Mystique."

Raven Darkholme has posed:
    "I'm not a thief in the night Lorna." The blue woman says, lifting her hand to examine her nails before her face and with just a thought they manicure themselves rather nicely before her eyes and she takes a breath. "You're not thinking, fourth dimensionally." The shape shifter comments casually.

    "Wars are such messy and expensive things. Money sent this way and that. Diplomatic favors and trades done in the darkest corners or in the brightest offices. You really don't know what a useful ally I really am." Mystique toots her own horn as she seems to own the seat she's taken and her side of the room radiates a dangerous confidence.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna pursed her lips together, "Alright," She sighed, setting the mug down and twisting about on the metal stool, pulling up her leg to rest on her opposite knee. She arched a green eyebrow upward as she considered the other mutant beside her. "I'm not being fair." She bit back a sigh.

"You're talking about replacing some top tier people and making sure things get done for Genosha, right?" She tilted her head. "I've been working in those backrooms of power in the Hellfire Club. I've made inroads there, based on what my father started there."

Raven Darkholme has posed:
    "Some top tier people have already been replaced." Mystique says, the woman's coy look growing even more so by the second. "Senator Richards is on his third term." She notes aloud, her voice changing to that of a thick older man who's had plenty of home cooked comfort food. "The hellfire club has it's place, but don't scoff at above the table lobbying and open business deals. This things are always usefull Lorna. I feel with your position, more discression and more publicity is best." The ancient woman confides with Lorna.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna blinked in surprise at Mystique, and she tilted her head. "Lex Luthor is running for office and he's made considerable donations to Genosha's rebuilding efforts. He supports mutant fully and he's made it no secret he would agree to international inroads with Genosha." She sighed heavily, and reached up to rub the throbbing headache that had started to form behind her eyes.

"But with my public show of force on the Magistrates no one is going to trust me, nor want to work me.. it's hurt my image in the international community... You'll have to work against that."

Raven Darkholme has posed:
    "You're a woman pushed to the very edge by invaders and you were not only defending your land, but your people from hostile forces. I can sell that to other politicians, and with Lex Luthor as you say, this may be easier than you make it out to be." Mystique explains as she slowly lowers her foot back down and then pushes out of the chair. Her feminine frame and stoic posture regards Lorna with some interest as she looks at the green haired monarch. "You know he'd be proud of you, but he'd also tell you your work is far from done. Take an advil and get back to work." Mystique says in parting, moving to leave the prefab structrue.