[h2][color=bfb5f1][center]Robert Linden[/center][/color][/h2]
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Rob watched Magneto continue to lose further and further control. Well, trying to appeal for the good of his family sure as hell didn't seem to help. God damn his spine was hurting right now, the rubber insulation wasn't doing as much as he had hoped. He needed to push through further. If he didn't stop Magneto here and now, he was going to pull the station to pieces. He looked back to the others, he was close to the epicenter of Magneto's freak-out and with all of the metal bending and flexing around him, he couldn't hear a damn thing that was happening back there. Most of the others attempts to communicate that he should maybe try something else getting lost in the din. Think, Rob, think. Nothing to really do but try and get further through to him. Maybe... He tried pushing himself further, through the shards of metal, putting his hands up to his face to protect from the shrapnel that was starting to chip away at the aluminium outer shell on his body. He didn't want to absorb anything coming at him because that would make him even more susceptible to the magnetic forces. He pushed his way through to within arms reach of Magneto, but that's when his legs gave way... But he didn't fall to the ground. Instead he seemed to get caught up in the swirling vortex of metal around Magneto for a second, thrown against the wall. He landed and absorbed his feet into the ground to keep himself in one position for a second to think. No, his spine had too much Adamantium in it, he wasn't getting anywhere close to Magneto with that. He had been hoping to maybe absorb the helmet to make him open to the psionic attacks for the others, but that most certainly wasn't happening. [color=bfb5f1]"CAN SOMEO-"[/color] He called, but the sounds of battle and metal were too much. Nobody was going to hear him, also, his sentance was cut short by metal shards flying into his mouth. His tonsils might be aluminium, but when they got pinged by a shard of steel flying at them, it made his gag-reflex want to blow chunks everywhere. As plant vines sprang across the walls to try and keep them together, Rob threw Mary a thumbs up in gratitude, of course, she had other things to deal with, so he doubt she saw it.

Well, appealing to the visionary didn't work, appealing to the father still had no effect... Maybe it was time to appeal to the maniac? Getting up, his feet unfused with the floor and he pushed his way past through the debris field. He was starting to feel the nicks adding up, he was going to die to death by a thousand cuts at this rate. [color=bfb5f1]"MAGNETO!"[/color] He called through the cacophony of broken station. [color=bfb5f1]"IS THIS WHAT YOU'VE BEEN REDUCED TO. THE MASTER OF METAL NOW A PUPPET DANCING ON THE STRINGS OF A SNAKE-OIL SELLING RAT?! YOU ARE THE ONLY HOPE FOR MUTANT KIND!!! ONLY YOU CAN BRING US THE AGE OF MUTANT PEACE WE WANT... NO WE NEED THAT AGE. ASTEROID M WILL BE A NEW EDEN THAT WE CAN GROW FROM!!! YOU ARE MAGNETO!!! STOP PLAYING HIS GAME, SNAP OUT OF IT AND BE THE MAN WHO WILL SAVE US ALL!!! ASARI SAW THAT IN YOU!!! SHE SHOWED ME I WAS WRONG ABOUT YOU!!! I DESIGNED THIS PLACE FOR YOU AND ALL OF THOSE WHO RELY ON YOU!!!"[/color] He was hoping that in his addled state, Magneto wouldn't see through the lies about him having drank the Kool-Ade, but it was more about getting him to pull himself together, stroke his ego to the point where it can break out and assume full control. [color=bfb5f1]"WE ALL FOLLOWED YOU TO THE STARS BECAUSE WE BELIEVE IN YOU! YOU ARE THE UNDISPUTED MASTER OF MAGNITISM! THE GREY KING OF GENOSHA! THE HERALD OF THE AGE OF MUTANT KIND!!! NOW START ACTING LIKE IT!!!"[/color] He roared at Magneto. If not even the maniac that wanted human genocide could break through Cortez's control, then they abandoning M might be their only choice. He just REALLY hoped that his 5 years of planning wasn't going to just be undone by a drug dealer and a bunch of trigger-happy X-Men. He put his hands up to protect his face from the barrage of metal shards, regardless of what happened now, it was time for him to pull back.