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Cu stood before an old friend--no longer old-- with a shit-eating grin across his face spread wide. “Ye look good, Maggy. Young, even. ‘Ow’d you get th’ secret ta youth?” He chuckled. 

Despite the temper and the rather violent nature of Erik, Cu liked him. He liked his ideals, and the way he went after them no matter what. It was conviction; something the more recent generations needed to get more of in his opinion. 

Taking the seat across from him, Cu invited himself to sit. “Oi ‘aven’t seen ye for quite a while, now. ‘Ow ya been?”

The majority of Erik’s time was spent researching. He researched himself, other mutants, deaths, the sentinels, whatever information seemed to be important. As far as he could tell, his future version of him was either dead or on his deathbed. Since there were no reports, just missing case files, Erik assumed the latter was the case. If only he could find him, hear his stories… Erik wanted to know if the years had turned the man jaded, or softened him. The idea was more than intriguing to him.

As he was reading- the newspaper of all things, most certainly giving his age away- a careful hand moved a toy truck across the table he was sitting at. It was subtle enough for most to ignore, but if you looked closer, you could see he wasn’t touching it. The toy truck came to a sudden stop and Erik looked up at the observer with a hard, almost threatening gaze.

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“And perhaps an old one if all the circle happens to be is a group of birds…-” Sarcasm of course, being that he could create illusions that changed his form he indeed knew when he was stood before a shapeshifter but he was not about to be anything but himself since he had offered his allegiance to them…they hadn’t come and asked...he certainly hadn’t begged either. 

And with his suspicions confirmed, the trickster offered a smirk. “Your version of changing form looks and sounds far more tedious than my own…does it not hurt at all; I can only expect the movement of organs or cracking of bones is not something you get used to?”

Cu smirked, “As far as Oi know, jus’ a few bird-brains in th’ lot.”

His brows raised, the mutant gave a sigh and a shrug, “Aye, it ‘urts.” He nodded, “’eals up right quick though.” he said, his smile coming back to his face, “Also lets me make me tweaks ‘ere and there ta th’ form. Bigger, more spikes... ‘ard to work it, but Oi got time.” he chuckled, 

“How you change form? Magic?” Cu said, with a flourish of his hand, similar to how he’d seen modern day magicians move. Old day magicians more or less did a lot more potions and chants, but that seemed out of vogue.

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“Exactly.” he found himself agreeing with the other before he even looked in their direction. “It was worse before then.” Not just by building death machines but the attempts to dismay and claim they had no rights just because they had a power some could be freaked about. Hadn’t the heroes given them a reason to believe they could be good? Or had the threats been enough? Andy had only been fifteen when the first disappearances happened and suddenly Sentinel Services was there ready to take the spotlight. He wanted to believe in good but people had believed those men on the tv. That the world had been abandoned by the heroes who vowed to protect them. Andy knew better. At least he hoped he had, being raised by his adoptive mother and father. They helped him understand what it meant to be brave and fight for others.

Andy looked back at the wall. “I’m on the side of not blaming them for disappearing.”

Not blaming them for disappearing? Cu couldn't help but give an appreciative shrug. "Sometimes ya jus' need ta learn when ta walk away." He said, as someone who often did his heroics and then moved on to take several years worth of breaks.

"Maybe they ain't wantin' people gettin' soft... Folk shouldn't always expect someone ta come in on a white steed ta save 'em. Sometimes ya gotta take matters inta yer own 'ands." He offered, hoping that maybe there was a spark of inspiration in there.

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      Raising a brow, Hela turned towards the man who spoke her name. Was this a friend of her brother? She wondered, but then again.. there was a sense around him that he lived for quite longer than any mortal. Something a bit more than just one of those mutants too. Not Asgardian, she could tell that within a heartbeat, but something else. 

      “And who are you?” She questioned. 

Just as much as she began eyeing him over, Cu returned the favor. There was something about her. He didn’t have any special sight, ways of discerning powers and he wasn’t exactly the most observant of people, but there was something about her. Something that was a tad different. 

“Mos’ ‘ere call me Cu, short fer Cu Chulainn.” he smirked, “Not me birth name, but ‘tis th’ most common one. So are ye Hela? Oi’m a fan af yer work... from th’ old days.”

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“I’m not fancy. I can take it like that.” Clarice smiled, taking the bottle from the other and taking a swig out of it. It burned down her throat, but it was a relief, and one she enjoyed. “This is terrible.” She commented, only to take another swig out of the bottle.

With a wide grin he handed the bottle over. It was almost baited breath to see how she handled the absolute swill he’d managed to grab. “Aye, ‘tis. But it does do th’ trick.” He ended with a chuckle, “Didn’t really ‘ave time ta grab top shelf, ya know?”

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Cuchulain in Battle  -  Joseph Christian Leyendecker

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With the recent time slip that happened--as he understood it-- Cu was beginning to see a lot of familiar faces he hadn’t quite seen in a long time. Some more recent than others, but all of them welcome. Some, even, were legends much like himself, though hailing from a planet far from Earth. 

“Sorry ta bug ya, but ye ain’t Hela, are ye?” he asked, making his way up to one of the darkly shrouded women within their little Inner Circle club-house. “Oi was hearin’ tell af a few Asgardians visitin’.”

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@ofxtricksandrequiem A new recruit, specifically testing one. The Inner Circle was looking to up their game, and the way to ensure that was to ensure the lethal nature of all those that joined, apparently. Asgardians, as far as Cu knew, were not the sort that enjoyed tests, but he wasn’t exactly making the rules of their little group. 

Perched up on one of the towers, as a Goshawk, he kept a keen eye on the surrounding area with interest. As his dark haired companion came into view, nearing their meet-spot, he quickly leaped from his perch and glided down through the various wires and down near the sidewalk. Just after landing, a series of cracks and and shifting organs faintly echoed about them as his bones reconfigured themselves. Once it was done, he stood, “Loki, right? Oi ‘ear yer a new one ta the Circle.”

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The meetup wasn’t far from their target’s building, but even within a block’s radius it felt close. The VP of one of the Trask divisions had deigned to venture into their city, and naturally hired an army to guard him. As per usual, the Inner Circle became very interested in getting his head disconnected from his body. 

The mutant crouched near an abandoned storefront with an overhang, absently fiddling with a small wooden puzzle-box while he waited for his partner in crime tonight. His eyes flicked up as he felt someone nearing him, already preparing to take them out if they were an employee or a cop. When he saw a girl with green hair, though, he eased up. “Lorna? Surprised ta see ya. Ya ‘ere fer the mission?”

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He was usually pretty good at simply brushing off the various nonsense comments from strangers, but a place like this and the meaning of the graffiti made it a bit hard to keep to himself. The mutant snickered and shrugged, “Pretty hilarious ain’t it? Want their heroes and then tell ‘bout most af em’ ta fuck off by buildin’ death machines.”

He let out another chuckle, simply shaking his head at the whole thing. “So what side ye on, friend? Wantin’ heroes or wantin’ ‘em dead?”

It was ironic. Graffiti was everywhere throughout New York but this particular one had caught his attention. WHERE ARE THE HEROES? “What a fucking joke.” Andy laughed a little too harsher than he had meant to originally. Still the graffiti was haunting in a way he hadn’t expected. Andy knew where the heroes were. If not dead, hiding. 

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Having ‘procured’ a bottle or two from behind the bar for his own personal consumption, he didn’t mind sharing. 

“Aye. Ye got a glass, or ye fine jus’ takin’ a swig?” He asked, offering up some strong whiskey. It wasn’t great quality, but he just grabbed what he could before anyone could really stop him. 

“You know what’d be great right about now? An actual bottle of anything strong.” Clarice mumbled under her breath. Anything, to forget that awful nightmare, to brush the memories under the rug once more. 

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