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Post by DarkSideCookie on Sept 1, 2019 3:47:43 GMT -8
"...One last thing,""Maeve has every reason to distrust mutants just as much as humans."
Erik knew that very well, just as he much believed that actually talking with her on all these recent Saturday evenings made him know her better than Charles thought he would after one of his little mind connection sessions to forcefully extract private information; although Charles himself seemed to still didn't see it as what it was... breaking in someone's private place. To avoid having another debate about this, Erik remained quiet though. This was not the time to debate.
"I wish you luck, my friend. So very much of it,""Give us a call when you're ready for your return trip. Hoping it'll be for two."
Of course, the hint of amusement didn't slip Erik's attention, for he knew his friend for already too long to not notice. But yet again, this was not the time to unnecessarily drag on this conversation. And so he nodded his goodbye to Charles before heading for his old bedroom to prepare himself for the trip back to Virginia. He actually wasn't too surprised to find it as it was when he had left this place many years ago. Charles always was the sentimental part of their friendship.
Erik stood in the middle of the room for a moment. Never did he thought that he would step inside here ever again. Then his eyes wandered over at the mirror next to the coat rack. Someone really was in need of a shower and a shave before he would go anywhere.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Nov 3, 2019 22:20:57 GMT -8
Erik was successfully broken out of Trask Industries.
Friday has come to an end.
It is now Saturday, October 25, 1975, late morning.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jul 4, 2020 18:51:14 GMT -8
A few hours pass.
It is now early afternoon.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Feb 5, 2022 17:06:36 GMT -8
The rest of Saturday passes.
It is now Sunday, October 26, 1975, late morning.
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