Alors, c’est votre malheur. I’ve never been one fo’ takin’ orders. Least of all from someone wit’ whom there’s always a catch.
Why haven’t you tried findin’ a new host in this body? What makes you so certain Sinister will interfere?
—-Well let’s begin with the fact that I can’t leave this body, made for each other or some bullshit Sinister said, and I quite like Magnetism. Nothing beats the face that the young Summers boy makes when he see’s his former love slaying millions. It’s priceless, really.
Supposing this is but a game for her. It meant little to Sinister how she chose to perceive her tasks. The results were more important. Result he expected to see from her. This gusto pervaded in her words sparked a bit of inspiration in the geneticist.
There could even be the slightest possibility that she exceeds his expectations. He swirls his glass of red wine in his hand, revealing a smile towards her. “I believe you. Your violence is unsurpassed, if I must admit. Oh, but my flattery is unnecessary, is it not? You are free to conduct your symphony of chaos whenever you see fit.”
Humming as the glass of wine is pressed to his lips, sighing after his purchase. “I would not dream holding you accountable, of course.” He raises his glass to her. “I look forward to your results.”
Of course there would be results, most likely the ones Sinister would want to see. Unless the X-men, or the Avengers [who she frankly cared little about], decided to intrude once more on her business. It wasn’t even as if she could be inconspicuous anymore, what with being trapped in a body that possesses green hair. She still hadn’t let go of that little annoyance in her life, and as soon as she did find a way to break free of the body she would waste no time in burning it to avoid ever loosing her sense of freedom again.
“If you are comparing me to the rest of the blubbering idiots that make up the Marauders that you would rank me above the others.” She scoffed snobbishly. They might of been her ‘team’, or whatever people referred to them as, but they were useless and nearly always a liability. Which is why she always seized a chance of getting something that she could work on solely.
" Then I certainly shall not disappoint you," She turned to leave, her feet hovering off the ground as she prepared to take off into flight before stopping. " —Do you just want them dead and a genetic sample, or is it one of those times you wish to get trophies out of it?" Malice inquired, the idea of beheading people after most of the work was done was growing on her.
((I’ll hold your earrings bb. You go get them.))
u could hold them if i had my ears pierced which i dont
you can hold my moral code
*holds your moral code*
ok im going to go kill all the xmen now thanks for holding my morals i dont need them anymore i am evil
((Do i have to bite any major D’s?))
I would say yes, but I’m going on hols soon so I can’t be on anyway. and if there still being mean after christmas i am murdering them
with the bunch of other people on my list
I am so done with people being major D’s on my other accounts I’m moving over here because ew no people