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[As the video starts, everyone can see a very disgruntled Magneto. And by disgruntled, it's actually more like a tight frown. He is not amused.]

I don't who this woman thinks she is. I am not some pawn to be placed and sacrificed, I don't care why these 'deities' want me here or what this city may need. You can not simply keep me here against my will.

[He's not going to mention the fact the main reason he is so pissed is that something very important to him is missing. Very, very important. He takes a breath, calming down.]

I will get out of here, whatever it takes.

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[Sebastian watches the feed very, very closely before choosing how to respond. When Charles told him that he had a friend back home with a very similar face, it was interesting, but now that he's actually seeing a younger, less scarred mirror of himself, it's discomforting.

But it is a handsome face, admittedly.]

Anyone complimented you on your good looks recently, chum? [That is not a flirtation. Don't get the wrong idea.]

Not recently, no.

[This is...strange. A little off-putting. He's dealt with shape-shifting mutants before, sure. Raven's had her fair share of borrowing his face for various reasons.

But this? It's like some strange uncanny valley effect and Erik is not pleased.]

Who are you?

[Tell him about it. Sebastian hasn't had any run-ins with shape-shifters, but he has met an alternate version of himself (and a woman, no less) and of his boss.

This is different, though. It's more than bizarre. It's also incredibly discontenting.]

Colonel Sebastian Moran. And you, my good man?

[That must have been awkward. Though now that he doesn't actually think about it, running into alternate universes of Magneto might just be...terrifying. Seeing as they'd probably get along pretty well.]

You can call me Magneto.

And you can call me Colonel Algernon Arbuthnot of Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers, hero of Maiwand and Kandahar.

But I doubt you will. Now, what is your real name? [Magneto is a stupid name, bro.:| He doesn't wanna be caught saying it out loud.]

[IT'S NOT STUPID OKAY, RAVEN GAVE HIM THAT NAME SO YOU SHUSH.

Erik frowns, because really, only people from his past call him Erik and this bloke isn't gonna get that privilege.

...

Okay maybe he is. Only because Erik doesn't not want to be continually bugged about it and he's getting the vibe he will.]

Erik Lehnsherr.

[Oh, you're quick, Erik. But you have no need to worry. Sebastian rarely uses first names. He's never gotten close enough to anyone to bother, so prepare for a whole lot of "chum" and "mister Lehnsherr". Actually quite polite when he's not killing people, this one.]

Well, mister Lehnsherr, I cannot begin to tell you how nice it is to see a familiar face. [He grins, because man. That's a good one.]

[Almost worst, in a way. But he won't make a big deal out of it. Not right now.

Oh, and by the way? Not appreciating your sense of humor. Even if that was a good one.]

Why do we look similar? [You're getting a nice scowl from over here.]

I was hoping you could fill me in on that one, chum. [He wants to just accept it as is, just like he accepted the younger Moriarty and the female Moran, but but Erik did ask, and Sebastian can never hope to explain.]

How did you do it? An incredibly skilled surgeon, or just born lucky?

[So it seems neither of them know. Great. This could become real troublesome real fast. Oh also, this is his 'bitch please' face.]

There are reports of this, of 'dopplegangers' if you want to call them that. Genetic coincidences. [He narrows his eyes.] Before you came here, did you have any...powers?

[Sebastian? Troublesome? Never.]

I was an unrivaled shot with any gun and I still am, but nothing in the realm of supernatural or god-given. Why?

[Of course not.

And hmm, well, if they were dopplegangers, they weren't exact copies. Even out of this 'realm'. Erik relaxes a bit.]

Just curious, really.

[Oh, no, no, no. You are not getting out of this so easily, Erik.]

You wouldn't have asked if it didn't mean anything. So, why for, chum? What could you do before coming here?

[Bah, oh well. It's not like he plans on keeping it some big secret.]

Manipulate anything made from a basic iron core.

[Oh, we've got a badass up in here.]

I can do that too, chum. Give me a rifle and enough rounds. [Sebastian, no.] How could you manipulate anything made from a basic iron core? How does it work?

[Is this a competitive streak I smell?]

A mutation in my genetics, is the scientific explanation. The next step up the evolutionary ladder. I can lift, control, change, shape, anything you could possibly imagine as long as its basic compound is mostly metallic.

[Could, Erik. It's could. You don't have the mutation here any more.]

[Clearly. There can only be one. I mean, what if his employer were to show up? What then, Erik? You're not allowed to have his job just due to your face. Keep that in mind.]

Fascinating. Could, you mean? [You're welcome.]

[But think of the possibilities! Alibis, anyone? This could be very helpful, especially if they needed to do anything nefarious.]

Yes, could. [Is that a glare? That's probably a glare. He's still a little touchy about his powers, dude. You might want to hold off.]

[No. No one else is allowed to be Moriarty's friend ever. You have Charles anyway. Just don't screw it up and you're golden.]

What can you do here, then? Or haven't you figured it out yet?

[Like he would be able to stand being in the same room as Moriarty for more than a few minutes. Too much chaos going on in that head. No, he has plans. Goals. And being in two places might be helpful.]

The woman said something about Telekinesis, though I assume that will only appear with time and practice.

[Whoa, hey there now. You can insult Moriarty all you want. I mean, Sebastian does it all the time. But when you start talking about Moriarty's mind? That's when Basher Moran gets you..]

Oh, but sir--one could, in fact, assume otherwise. [He smiles about as charmingly as a smile can get--I mean, you have the face, Erik, you have to know that smile is an act.] I'm not terribly fond of the powers. I've found nothing I can do with them that I can't accomplish in a more exciting manner without them. [That's just because you like to shoot people and not lift heavy things, Sebastian.]

[He's not insulting it so much as commenting on how their personalities just wouldn't mesh. At all.]

One could, yes. [Oh that smile. It's a little off-putting seeing it on someone else. Like watching a mirror that is not quite right.

But then you get a chuckle.]

What's your power, then? Enhanced strength?

Good guess. [That smile would be unsettling either way. Have another.] Or, excuse me, deduction. [He hisses out the word just a little mockingly. He was told on his first day on the job that deductions and guessing and reasoning were for idiots, but Moriarty changed his tune on that pretty quickly. Sebastian has been making fun of it ever since.]

Enhanced strength. It's little more than an novelty. I've yet to find a need for it. [Hey Erik. Erik. Fancy an arm wrestle?]

[Not really a guess, but oh well. He doesn't really have the patience to argue semantics right now. Though that history there, the one behind that word, it's interesting. Erik might just have to look into it.]

Yes well, strength does tend towards a certain crowd. [Yeah no, he feels your pain bro. He doesn't know what he would do if he was saddled with that.] It's a bit too...limiting, for my taste. A little crude. [Handy, sure, at times. But not a favorite.]

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