Magneto has come ( OPEN!!)

[magneto]

"Nobody is perfect, my dear. The mutants are not. Charles made what was desirable, it was to protect and to protect others but to imprison your powers. You should not thank me for, Miss Grey. I am a man old man who has seen much of the world- My powers are growing every day and every day I am stronger, but every day I'm older. This is life. "

Erik also felt the change of weather and temperature. "Miss Monroe is in a bad mood?. That girl has always had a strong character. I have not told you that when Ororo was a child, I put it to her on my legs and she trotted like an Amazon. These are memories that you not remember. But me and Charles were your parents. I care for and protect you. Even I went professor in Westchester and helped Charles build 'Cerebro'. Oh, Chilly?. It will be a pleasure to eat with a young lady. "

Enter into the mansion made Erik throat felt stuck. For twenty years was not in Westchester house, the home of Charles and his ancestors. He now was not and could not now refuse the kind invitation of her. "Mmmm ... then I feel the obligation to speak with Miss Monroe. The school is your protection, this house belongs to Xavier's"

When he entered the mansion, Erik knew very well the way to the kitchen. Twenty years ago, every morning he drank a delicious coffee while reading the newspaper. He discussed with Charles respect the plans for the construction of 'Cerebro' in kitchen with all children around in breakfast . He had many memories in the mind that began to revive when he entered the mansion.

Students when they saw him, they ran scared, whispering about his presence in the mansion. Within minutes the gossip that Magneto was in Westchester would spread like wildfire.

"My dear Jean. The interest I feel at the moment I'm not going to say because you can think that you're not going to believe me. I was the bad guy for four years ... But things can change.

[phoenix]

Jean could see the age of Magneto on his feature. Yes, his eyes shown the wisdom he obtained over the years, but each passing day he continues to grow old. Inside, a voice inside her laughed with cruelty. Humans are creatures who live such a short life, yet they continue to defy their destiny and fight to keep their youth. They are emotional beings, unlike many races of the universe. Brother against brother, war runs through their veins, but they strive to bond with one another. Their emotions, hatred and love, is consuming and deep within the body of Jean, the essence of life and darkness desired to feel more.

"Ororo is a powerful mutant, isn’t she?" Jean recalled, glancing up to the stormy sky. The gray clouds were consuming the last of the sunlight. It was only noon, and the darkness covering the sky felt like night. "She is a good headmistress because she cares about the students as much as the Professor. There is a lot she can teach them. I never realized how much I would miss the Professor. But now that he is gone, I feel as if half of me am missing."

Jean walked into the kitchen and watch with curious as children fled with fear. At first Jean wanted to comfort them, reassure them that Magneto had changed. Although to what extent, she did not know. But darkness inside only grew with every emotion and every dream. The love she had for Scott and the Professor, the guilt she felt for destroying hundreds of lives, the trust she had for her friends. They all feed a deep and emotional hunger for more.

"Things do change, Erik. I thought the Professor would be here forever. I thought Scott and I would have a family. I never thought I would one day hurt the people I love." Her gentle words suddenly turned harsh at the thought of everyone who left her. The Professor was no longer here, Scott was hardly around and the emptiness she felt only caused grief and disbelief. These feelings were not her own and the more nightmares she had, the more she felt alienated from her own family.

"Are you going to try and cook, Erik?" She smirked with a deadly glint in her eye. "Besides, you brought up the topic. Were you hoping that you could replace Xavier? Turn in your title as a villain and serve the justice so you can continue the Professor’s dream? That is very noble of you, Magneto, but wouldn’t you miss your precious brotherhood? You already saw how the students reacted around you. Most of them are not so forgiving as Charles was."

[magneto]

"Ororo was among the first students of Charles. She has a lot to teach the students. Charles has taught her a lot. She's going to be a promising Headmistress." Erik looked at a young student in the eyes before they come out running, shouting his name. He began to laugh quietly as he took off the elegant panama hat and showed his thick gray hair. "I believe that children will need time to see me in the mansion. And I understand. Also Jean, Charles has not left. He is in every corner of this mansion. No one should ever forget, I may not do and you will not . If he could see us now, he could not believe that I am now in the mansion "

When Erik came into the kitchen, he took off his long black cashmere coat and let it gently on a chair. That day he dressed in black, with a sleek turtleneck and pants straight. He had always liked to dress by top designers, Armani, Ralph Lauren. Massimo Dutty.

"I hope to see you and Scott have a family. I'm sure you do not you come back to hurt people you love. You just have to control the phoenyx, do not let it control you. Do not let you control"- Those were the last words that Charles Xavier told her before disappearing. Erik felt a stiffness in the throat. "Cooking?. My young lady you do not even know Im a consummate chef. Please, sit down and leave me to my cooking for you" .Erik Jean took both hands and gently guided her to the table for her to sit. "I replace Charles?. The truth is that I never thought of that. ... Charles's dream is unique and I have never shared. Well, yes, one time, many years ago I had the same dream him" .Erik this time didnt used his powers not only felt the metal around it. "My brotherhood now dissolved. And I know the reaction it caused around me. But I can not do anything, I carved this reputation". Erik began to bring the ingredients to start making beef chilly. "I hope I can remember the recipe if it's going to be a disaster"

[dust]

Sooraya was visibly uncomfortable here. She sat near to the kitchen watching Magneto and Jean converse. She did not add anything in particular to the conversation, although she did react to it. She visibly winced when Magneto referred to himself in the past tense as the bad guy. Perhaps it was the way it came out but it sounded more of a complete abandonment of self than a mere mea culpa.

In any event, he here and therefore, so was she. He was still the man that saved her. After all, Magneto had always expressed the idea that Xavier was not his enemy but more his id. Xavier was a compromiser trying to find a balance among humanity. It was doubtful that such a thing would work but this was Xavier’s way. Xavier and his people were those who were prone to idealism. Magneto was the realist.

Of course, Sooraya did not express this to either party before her. First, she did not fell quite comfortable conversing with Grey. Magneto and Grey seemed to have at least some sort of history, so interjecting would be impertinent. Second, she did not want to be seen by Magneto or more importantly, the other former members of the Brotherhood questioning his wisdom.

A further cause as to her displeasure was that while she was just adjusting to dealing with the handful of young men in the brotherhood and that other one that Magneto dealt with, Mystique, she now had been uprooted and brought to this new place. Where a handful became a flood. They were loud. They were prying. They wanted to be friends. She had no time for such things.

Sooraya did decide to interject when Magneto said that he could not remember how to make his chilli.

"If it was your old recipe, Aaka, it was: ground beef, three pounds; vegetable oil, three tablespoons; beef broth, three cups; red beans, one can; dried tomato, one container which is not drained; tomato sauce, one can; a pair of large diced onions; one finely diced green pepper; chilie powder, six tablespoons; ground cumin, three tablespoons; thyme, one teaspoon; ground black pepper, one teaspoon."

After this, she returned to silence.

[phoenix]

The weird feeling of it all did not settle Jean’s nerves. Here was Magneto in the X-mansion’s kitchen, cooking for her no less, and there was no quarrel between them. Surely she was changing as much as he was. A cruel glint in her eye snapped towards Erik when he mentioned Charles. As if he confirmed the Professor’s death, Jean frowned, but refused to show how upset she was. She took the death of the Professor very hard and continued to grieve that she was the one who took his life. For awhile, the woman forgot everything what happened in the past and looking back on it now; she realized just how carefree she was.

"I suppose you are right. Everything we see should remind us of Xavier. This mansion was built on his dream to one day live without fear." The fire-haired mutant mused. "You had the same dream then. So what happened to make you change your dreams and goal? The students here are not going to just let you become the new 'Professor.' You are going to need a real good reason why you’re even here, let alone hoping you can make amends."

That moments Jean became aware of another female in the room, particularly one she did not know. For whatever reason, the raven-haired girl kept quiet for a few quick moments and then spoke of the recipe Magneto was trying to remember. A flash of recognition shone in her green eyes, but she failed to entertain the idea who the intruder was exactly.

"You're here for a few minutes and you already have a groupie following you." Jean spoke out loud for no purpose than to acknowledge the female’s presence. Jean wasn’t in the mood to welcome the girl, which would have been a normal response under better conditions. But tired fighting the morality out of good conscious, the teacher just sighed and sat down in a chair in a very un-like Jean manner .

[magneto]

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He went up the sleeves to cook dinner for them both, for Jean and for him. Erik had no trouble in starting to cut the onion with a sharp knife. He suddenly felt a stinging in his eyes angry. "Sometimes the onion has more power than a dangerous mutant". Smiling ironically looking her at continuing with dinner. "I think when I die, I will not be so remembered, will be recognized as the only terrorist who just wanted to exterminate the human race" .He sighed deeply as the sink for washing hands.

"But I can not do anything, my dear. This is my destiny. But I do not care." Shrugged his broad shoulders as he washed his hands with old scars strong, hands that had worked hard. "I changed my dreams and goals, when I saw the real human evil. I saw humans kill in a cruel way to our brothers , experiment with them to transform them into guinea pigs. I have seen with my own eyes hundreds of mutants dead at my feet because humans. Charles has compassion, me not "

Erik saw the young woman into the kitchen and give him the recipe for chili, His own recipe. He raised one of the gray eyebrows and smiled her thanks as I heard so the last words of Jean. "Oh, then I guess I have not lost my charm, Jean. Even though I hope I have is an old decrepit. But, my young lady. Want to help me make the chili?"

[dust]

"That would not be objectionable, Aaka." Jean did not acknowledge her existence in any real form and Sooraya was content to return the favor. Sooraya washed her hands before she went to the refrigerator a pulled out a red pepper. "This will have to substitute." She grabbed a knife and began to slice the vegetable. "Aaka, do you know if all of the proper ingredients are all here?"

[charlesxavier]

The few hours of sleep that could be granted were essential but obviously that was not really a good day for sleeping. The muscles in his body ached, had yet to get used to the new ability to have free will over his body. Day after day realized to be more and more master of himself and his powers were back to normality if not incredibly strong.

Giving up the idea to can sleep left his study for a cup of tea, at least enjoy of few leisure hours sipping something warm was not be so bad. Walking noticed that the halls were half empty, many students had completed their hours of lessons and were enjoying their free time, thought to maybe can call Moira using the phone in the kitchen. The same morning he had spoken with Ororo and Shephard informing them of his long period on the island and of course of Moira. Ororo remembered enough of her, perhaps too much, and while reading from her mind had learned that she was very grateful for what Moira had done for him but not entirely happy. Ororo had been with him since e was a child, she arrived after Moira of course, but enough in time to be able to learn the pain of their separation after the war. In fact, even Shephard was not entirely convinced. Many of his mutants were like sons im , often they did not express what they thought or they expressed was not really what they thought.
Many still had to get used at the Erik's presence institute but then even himself.

Was confirmed when saw him in the kitchen , stood in the doorway for a moment of bewilderment gave then look at both the women who were with him, "Oh, well. I see that someone had the same idea to have a snack," he said cordially going towards the counter. Xavier didn't have the habit to outsource too much of himself, so even if his old friend -enemy wandered in the kitchen, he was always able to not seem psychologically involved at all.

[jean]

Jean watched as Sooraya moved away from where she'd been to help Erik with the chili preparation. It was still odd to think about Magneto being in their kitchen, the same man who'd committed the sort of atrocities that she herself had. In many ways, the two of them were so very similar. Their blatant disregard for the human race, their desire to see the powerful on top, even their affection for the man who'd created the X-Men in the first place.

The girl in the room was of no consequence to her although at one time, she would have welcomed her with open arms and made her feel at home. In some ways, she still struggled with that side of her, with her compassion and love but the Phoenix was growing stronger every day and along with its power came a void where emotions would usually reside. It only served to make her that much more powerful.

Her eyes moved back toward the gray haired mutant as he spoke of growing old and dying. Something triggered within her at that statement, a realization that this was the man's one true fear in life. He may claim to not be afraid of aging and of death but she was a powerful empath as well as telepath. She could feel, almost taste the fear that he held. She stored that information away for the moment. It might be of use later.

As she sat there and watched the two of them work together, she felt a presence approach that made her eyes widen and she looked toward the door. There was no way. He couldn't be. It had to be a trick of some sort but to fool a telepath as powerful as her would be nothing short of amazing.

When Charles strode through the door, Jean gripped the arms of the chair as if they were her only lifeline. It was impossible. She'd seen him die, felt it when his last breath had been drawn. Yet there he was, walking. Instinctively, she did a mental probe, attempting to push past the barriers in his mind, wanting to be sure that this was no illusion. Only one man could have the sort of barriers that would make a simple probe nearly impossible to do without pushing harder.

Standing, her knees still feeling weak and a hand brought to her heart as if to slow down the hammering that was happening within, she whispered, “Charles?”

For the moment, the enmity and hatred were pushed back. She was that ten year old little girl again, the one who had clung to this man for her very sanity and had worshiped when he'd helped to bring peace back to her mind.

How could he be alive?

((First of all, I am so sorry for not seeing this thread or realizing I had a message in my PM box. Secondly, I'm trying to keep up with the previous player and will do my best but please help me if I've messed anything up. Thirdly, I made a few assumptions based on previous posts in this thread. Again, poke me for edits.))