[hr][color=gold][h2][center]GM Post[/center][/h2][/color][hr]

“I don’t know that I’ve ever seen you sorrowful.” Finvarra said. Behind him the portal curled and distorted unevenly amidst the derelict remains of Club Avalon. The air was dark and black with only the ambient light of the moon coming through the collapsed roof and the glow of the city illuminating their figures. 


“I’m not.” Sena replied. She kept her glance downward. The portal rippled in energy scattering the broken furniture and shattered glass like an invisible wave. The air crackled with a growing hum of white noise. 

“You are,” Finvarra said with a smile. He lifted her chin, but she turned her head sharply. He chuckled.

“This world has softened you.” He said. 

Sena’s eyes shot back up at his dark figure with a glare. Her lips drew a thin line.

“That’s better.” 

“I would walk back through with you today.” She said. “I’m just…” She shook her head letting a deep breath escape. 

“You’re torn,” Finvarra said calmly. “You like it here.”

“I remember what we came from.” She gripped his shirt, looking up into his eyes, but her glance fell. “It’s just like we never got to... [i]win[/i],” Letting her head fall on his chest, her shoulders sunk slightly. “All we’ve ever done is fight… and now we have this too.”

A gold band crept around his arm like a snake covered in ancient markings as he ran his fingers through her black hair. It pulled at him, tightening against his bicep, A second appeared around his other arm pulling him towards the edge of the portal. “Only two more,” He said firmly, stepping back and looking at her as the tear in reality became more and more unstable around him snapping in electrical charges and bursts of energy that further wrecked the remains of the building.  “On the farplane…” He had to raise his voice to speak over the maelstrom of distortion around him. “I’ll listen for you…” 

Sena watched as the portal collapsed around him trying to stand straighter and face him as he was pulled away. His eyes kept hers, but shifted slightly away from her just as the portal closed and the air was left starkly quiet. Debris fell to the floor and settled in what was left of the club. She closed her eyes and exhaled tilting her head up and letting the breath out slowly as her eyes viewed the empty air in front of her. A fist clenched slowly at her side. Her eyes narrowed and she looked back over her shoulder. “You really are a true believer.” She growled. Her disgust was palpable. 

Stepping from a dark corridor to face her was Pierce. His image seemed to materialize from the shadows and though his face carried his normal stoicism, there was faintly, though minuscule at best, the hint of a smirk. He drew a small device from his pocket showing that it had been recording.

“I didn’t know invisibility was one of your abilities,” Sena said turning towards him. 

“It’s not,” Pierce said.

“Then you found a way to copy other mutants’ powers.”

“In a way- [i]Yes[/i]. Through technology.”

She watched him calmly type a few commands on the small device. What looked like a phone. The screen blinked and cascaded different colors with the movement of his fingers. The outline of his figure began to glow in a rusty, red aura. He tucked the small device back into his pocket and eased into a casual fighting stance. “I’ve waited a long time for this,” He said. 

The air around her seemed to churn and roll slowly carrying what looked like small embers of neon pink and violet that bloomed and faded away. Her face was like stone as she regarded him, seeing that he fully believed he had the upper hand. “You should have run.”