[The current form they were using was feminine, with long, purple hair, one that might be recognized as Psylocke. They stopped in their tracks as soon as they heard that voice, a cookie still in their mouth, turning to stare hard at him as they chewed and swallowed.]
I'd hate to know what you'd do to this place if you didn't get your scones.
[Their accented voice was dripping in sarcasm, but it wasn't until they took a step back into the shadows of the alley that Morph shifted back to their natural, pasty form, hands on their hips and glaring at him.]
You have a lot of nerve, Magneto. Give me one good reason I shouldn't knock you out and find a prison that'll take you.
[And no, threatening a supervillain all on their own wasn't at all smart, but Morph is not happy to see him in the slightest.]
I feared everyone was dead. I am glad you are alive, even if this is not reciprocated.
[ Magneto’s last memory was embracing that he was about to die while attempting to protect Genosha. He has no knowledge of the events that followed, but it is clear that whatever happened has not left Morph very pleased with him.
Fortunately, being from their world meant getting used to wobbly time-lines, clones, and other strange occurrences. His tone immediately shifts to something colder and more distant, expression serious again as he pushes away an indigestible and ever going amount of emotional pain, and trauma. ]
A reason? I offer, for consideration, that we find ourselves in a prison, trapped and awaiting trial. It is my understanding that our mysterious captors would prefer us on our best behavior. In my last memories of home, we were allies. I apologize for assuming that would remain true, here.
Oh, now you care about good behavior? That's rich!
[Morph can't be sure if he's telling the truth... but the first thing that comes to mind is that maybe Xavier wiped away a few of Magneto's memories in the process of trying to get everything back to normal. It was a definite possibility, but sound logic wasn't putting much of a dent in their anger. It was a little too personal.]
Are you trying to tell me you don't remember anything? The asteroid? How about what you did to Logan?!
[Morph curls their trembling hands into fists, knowing that it's definitely not ethical to beat someone up for something they don't remember doing... but oh boy, are they tempted to try it anyway.]
The last thing I remember is attempting to shield civilians during the attack on Genosha. By your wrath, I assume this means I lived. I do not know what events transpired after, but I can guess.
[ He had genuinely wanted Charles' dream to be true, and put everything he had into respecting Xavier's dying wishes, even if his pain did not allow him to actively hope for it himself - Erik was surprised to learn that had found himself beginning to.
Coexistence. Harmony. If such a thing had almost been possible, in his mind, it certainly wasn't now. It didn't take a telepath or behavioral expert to predict the ways Magneto would cope with surviving what happened to their mutant island. Besides, his backup plans had backup plans and those he was aware of, even without memories of precisely what happened in between what he last remembered and what Morph mentioned.
Erik crossed his arms, more in self comfort than defensiveness. He could not fathom why the X-Men continuously sent a man made of metal to try to stop him, but he could clearly imagine how that probably ended. ] Is... Logan alive?
[ Considering he was probably going to hear all about it anyway, he may as well ask. He may never return home, but considering all that happened, there was certainly a more painful world to go home to, should he find a way to return. His trial here may end horribly, even though he did all he could for his people and a great many things half of them would have preferred he not have done. The guilt ached through every fiber of his body. ]
It may not count as assault if you have permission. Hit me if you want. It will fix nothing, but you are welcome to.
He's alive. But he's not healing like he should be.
[Morph visibly deflates, rubbing a hand over their face. Damn it, of course Magneto had to be right - hitting him wouldn't fix anything. It might make Morph feel better for a few minutes, but it wouldn't last. Plus there was the not-so-small fact that they were super far from home with seemingly no way of getting back.]
Forget it. It won't do any good. Listen, if you want to be allies, fine. I doubt you like being stuck here any more than I do. But we are not friends.
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I'd hate to know what you'd do to this place if you didn't get your scones.
[Their accented voice was dripping in sarcasm, but it wasn't until they took a step back into the shadows of the alley that Morph shifted back to their natural, pasty form, hands on their hips and glaring at him.]
You have a lot of nerve, Magneto. Give me one good reason I shouldn't knock you out and find a prison that'll take you.
[And no, threatening a supervillain all on their own wasn't at all smart, but Morph is not happy to see him in the slightest.]
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[ Magneto’s last memory was embracing that he was about to die while attempting to protect Genosha. He has no knowledge of the events that followed, but it is clear that whatever happened has not left Morph very pleased with him.
Fortunately, being from their world meant getting used to wobbly time-lines, clones, and other strange occurrences. His tone immediately shifts to something colder and more distant, expression serious again as he pushes away an indigestible and ever going amount of emotional pain, and trauma. ]
A reason? I offer, for consideration, that we find ourselves in a prison, trapped and awaiting trial. It is my understanding that our mysterious captors would prefer us on our best behavior. In my last memories of home, we were allies. I apologize for assuming that would remain true, here.
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[Morph can't be sure if he's telling the truth... but the first thing that comes to mind is that maybe Xavier wiped away a few of Magneto's memories in the process of trying to get everything back to normal. It was a definite possibility, but sound logic wasn't putting much of a dent in their anger. It was a little too personal.]
Are you trying to tell me you don't remember anything? The asteroid? How about what you did to Logan?!
[Morph curls their trembling hands into fists, knowing that it's definitely not ethical to beat someone up for something they don't remember doing... but oh boy, are they tempted to try it anyway.]
Not a scrap of that is coming to mind at all?
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[ He had genuinely wanted Charles' dream to be true, and put everything he had into respecting Xavier's dying wishes, even if his pain did not allow him to actively hope for it himself - Erik was surprised to learn that had found himself beginning to.
Coexistence. Harmony. If such a thing had almost been possible, in his mind, it certainly wasn't now. It didn't take a telepath or behavioral expert to predict the ways Magneto would cope with surviving what happened to their mutant island. Besides, his backup plans had backup plans and those he was aware of, even without memories of precisely what happened in between what he last remembered and what Morph mentioned.
Erik crossed his arms, more in self comfort than defensiveness. He could not fathom why the X-Men continuously sent a man made of metal to try to stop him, but he could clearly imagine how that probably ended. ] Is... Logan alive?
[ Considering he was probably going to hear all about it anyway, he may as well ask. He may never return home, but considering all that happened, there was certainly a more painful world to go home to, should he find a way to return. His trial here may end horribly, even though he did all he could for his people and a great many things half of them would have preferred he not have done. The guilt ached through every fiber of his body. ]
It may not count as assault if you have permission. Hit me if you want. It will fix nothing, but you are welcome to.
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[Morph visibly deflates, rubbing a hand over their face. Damn it, of course Magneto had to be right - hitting him wouldn't fix anything. It might make Morph feel better for a few minutes, but it wouldn't last. Plus there was the not-so-small fact that they were super far from home with seemingly no way of getting back.]
Forget it. It won't do any good. Listen, if you want to be allies, fine. I doubt you like being stuck here any more than I do. But we are not friends.