Magneto

 I have not fallen off the earth, just been very busy with work and brain dead for Magneto posts. Trying to get replies done while I'm off, but I am about 80% certain I'm about to test positive for Covid-19 tomorrow, so that's fun. I love you all and I'm going to try to get caught up. I'm sorry for the delay. 

He'd made contact with Agent Scully by accident, while testing a new modification to his copy of Dr. Hank McCoy's time machine, and it took some collaboration between himself, several of the scientists on staff, and his IT whizz, the mutant Flux, before he tracked down the reason for it to an unintended but beneficial side effect of the new modifications. The machine was now picking up other universes in the multiverse, as well as other times. Magneto and Flux worked all night, reprogramming the machine to access those other universes on purpose. It took another week of testing before it was up and running reliably.

Flux didn't question his intentions, but it hung in the room like a weight when they were done. What was he going to do? And to be honest, Magneto wasn't entirely sure. The world Scully described hinted at something he'd never seen before: a world without mutants, without sorcery, without aliens. Humanity seemed entirely alone and stagnant. It was something he wanted to see for himself, even if he didn't do anything else while he was there.

The laptop he brought was heavily modified with Kree and Shi'ar technology. Oh, it looked normal enough, if not any recognizable brand, but it was faster, stored far more data, and was capable of far more than typical completely human technology. The operating system it ran was one developed for most of Magneto's equipment. On it, he stored quite a bit of his mutant genetics research, along with research done on the existence and composition of the multiverse and trans-dimensional gateways. Just in case. He was attempting not to have to reveal everything about himself to the FBI agent, but he'd found clever government agents were often clever when you didn't want them to be.

And so it was that Max Eisenhardt, Magneto, walked into a coffee shop not too far from FBI headquarters in Scully's universe instead of his own. He'd sent a message to Agent Scully to meet him here instead of her office. As per his usual, his clothing looked normal enough for a chilly November day, but instead of normal cloth, it was made up of finely spun metal threads that he could rearrange at a moment's notice with his power to form his armor. Magneto himself was a tall, broad shouldered man who looked like he was in his late 40s or early 50s, with icy blue eyes and white hair. His accent, when he ordered his coffee, was a light mix of German and British. He added plenty of cream and sugar to the coffee before he sat down at a table and took out his laptop. If Agent Scully wasn't already here, she shouldn't be long.

He found himself eager to speak with her. The experience in her world had been strange so far. It was odd, to him, to walk down the street and see no mention of mutants. No tension at all on that front. Things were, in fact, far more peaceful than in his own universe. He wondered, idly, whether there was a Max Eisenhardt in this universe, and if so what he'd done with his life without his power. (If Scully were to dig, she'd find mention of a young German Jewish boy named Max Eisenhardt who was forced to work as a sonderkommando in Auschwitz. He escaped the camp in 1944 with a Romani woman named Magda and fled to Ukraine, where he eventually caught the eye of Soviet authorities. He ended up heavily involved in the Soviet space program, but fled Soviet Russia in the 1980s. Though he was still alive, he should have been in his 90s by now. "Xavier Labs", as far as records in Scully's universe are concerned, doesn't exist.)

The beach that Magneto takes Rogue to is a secluded island off the coast of Genosha. The easiest way to get there is by flying, and the view is spectacular. Crystal clear water surrounds white sandy beaches. Trees grow thick on the island, and tucked away among them, right at the edge of the beach, is a small, rustic cabin. Though some animal life can be seen, there is not a single soul on the island except for the two of them.

Magneto lands near the cabin. Almost immediately, he takes his helmet off and tosses it up on the porch. He takes a deep breath and turns to Rogue, eyes alight with mischief. He pulls off his cape and shirt, leaving him bare to the waist. He tosses them next to his helmet and moves to put his arms around her.

"Welcome to my little getaway, Rogue." He stops with his lips inches from hers, staring down at her. "The water should be nice and warm."

(Continued from the Otherwordly Meme)

The old warehouse that houses Magneto's laboratory is on the edge of town in the middle of an industrial park full of nearly identical warehouses. Thanks to someone's bright idea, there's even several trailers, minus their trucks, backed up to the old loading docks. The name on the sign out front reads Xavier Labs. The parking lot is half full of cars, most of them clearly belonging to contractors: electricians, painters, and the like. The outside of the building has been recently painted and contractors are visibly working in many of the front offices, however the front lobby is finished. 

The design of the lobby is sleek and modern, mostly neutral colors, but here and there are reds and purples meant to subtly reference Magneto himself. There's a copper bust of an older, bald man sitting prominently in the middle of the lobby. The plaque underneath it reads: "Dedicated to Charles Francis Xavier. Tireless teacher, friend, and father to generations of gifted children. It was his dearest hope and dream that one day human and mutantkind would be able to live in peace." The rest of the décor is clearly chosen to be complimentary, calming, and neutral. Though the ceilings are high, through some trick of the flooring and the décor, sounds in the lobby are quiet and muffled. The computer behind the front desk is almost futuristically sleek, glass touch screen straight out of science fiction.

Magneto is spending his time waiting for Ms. Idlewild installing a complicated-looking antenna to the ceiling of the lobby. He hovers there in midair, carefully checking and connecting wires, until a red light begins to flash on the end of the antenna, then he fastens the whole assembly to the ceiling. Once he's done, he returns to the ground and flips a switch behind and underneath the front desk, then extends a hand to a hammer he left sitting on the floor. Nothing happens. Seemingly pleased, he flips the switch again.

Let's be real, here, I'm not going to be able to get to a bio any time soon, but luckily, there's a very good one posted here: https://marvel-movies.fandom.com/wiki/Erik_Lehnsherr

I am playing Magneto from the end of The Last Stand, and he is currently dealing with the loss and slow return of his powers.