Age Of Magneto

Deeper Intentions

Vrykolakas was more than agreeable to Magneto's proposal. Not because there was any loyalty there, but because he was frustrated with the little feral woman. He knew that K had still been fooling around with Stark and the repercussions of their affair was greater than either Stark or K realized. So much of K's frustration and helplessness had all but disappeared that the prospect of making a deal with her was more difficult than it should have been given the woman's station in life. But Vrykolakas was sure he could work around all of that - if Stark hadn't managed to give her such an irritating sense of hope for what could be. That in and of itself was enough to destroy all of the careful work that he'd already put into place, and more than enough for Vrykolakas to justify killing him if need be. He was more than tired of hearing 'no' from her. If he didn't have deliciously wicked plans waiting for her, he would have walked away, but he had a suspicion of what she could give him, and he wasn't about to let something as trivial as a spoiled rich playboy stand in his way. He didn't care what happened after his plans had been finalized, but Stark's very presence was moving the end game further and further.

He arrived at Genosha in disguise. Not just his 'human' form - but wearing the uniform of a UN soldier and a heavily armed one at that. He slipped into the ranks of UN officials combing the island on their investigation of war crimes against the island nation - not because they held any love for mutants, but because it was yet another reason to put sanctions on Latveria.

It was exactly like every other war zone Vrykolakas had seen over his long life. Carnage everywhere - bodies and bits of bodies strewn about. Already the stench was impressive enough that many of the young men leading the charge had taken more than they were prepared for. Bodies and buildings were still burning. Broken sentinels sparked and fizzled where they had fallen and the reminder of who was on his mind was in more areas than was possible had it only been the X-Men that were there to rescue people.

He paused as he looked at one sentinel - a treble slash that clearly was too wide set to be from K ... but not far from that broken bit of machinery was another treble slash - this one embedded into the marble of a statue that had been toppled and shattered. As he reached out toward the slash marks, his eyes narrowed when he measured with his hand the comparatively narrow width between claws. His lip curled back reflexively, knowing that he had to find her before he could deal with much more of Magneto's nonsense. And he didn't know for sure where the X-Men were.

What he did know was that he could spread some terror and misinformation right here, right now. And the UN uniform he was wearing was a wonderful place to start. While in the uniform - and hiding his true form, Vrykolakas killed viciously. Any mutants he could find. Those that had managed to survive Genosha wouldn't have been useful to anyone, after all. And once several other soldiers began to do the same, he slipped off and reappeared in far more comfortable clothes and with his long, red tail swishing playfully behind him.

He knew that the cameras were rolling, and all he had to do was to play the part of a merciful savior. Of course, there was no audio, so there was nothing to say that he couldn't manage a few deals in the process ... if nothing else, to keep his momentum going while he looked for the right opportunity to strike on the little feral woman.

When K woke up the following morning, she was sporting an awful headache, and before she even opened her eyes, it was plain that Black Widow had decided to sit with her waiting for her to wake up. K opened her eyes slowly and smirked when she saw the way that Natasha was sitting - arms crossed, no-nonsense expression and clearly ready to fight if need be. "Good morning, Miss Romanoff," K said stretching a little before she sat up in a fluid, easy motion. She turned her head to spot the coffee nearby, but almost as soon as she spotted it, Natasha spoke up.