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Jzen glanced up away from the fallen girl towards the voice which sounded familiar. "Oh!" she exclaimed, "thank you miss, for retrieving some of my scrolls. This pesky wind apparently wanted to read what I was writing as well." She stated within a sweet smile.

As soon as their hands briefly touched when exchanging the papers. Jzen's other powers kicked in. Seeing 'Hope' in the future. Events that have yet to occur, all of the images she saw painted before her happened within a few passing seconds. The hidden phoenix flames she saw in Hope's eyes, made her come to a realization she had already met her.

Back at the mansion, when she was healing the injured from a recent explosion. She went to say something, but could tell that she was trying to be incognito. Nodding her head towards the 'Hope' in thanks. Returning her attention to the girl on the ground, unless she's already moved by now.

She ruffled through the scroll papers, "I was writing wishes." She sucked in her lower lip, a little shy about talking about what she was writing. Pulling out one she handed it over to Hope.

"The wishes show what you want to see." They only looked like words on the paper, as the ink started to swirl around the page and reveal what 'Hope' wishes for, every now and then.


[[ You fill in the blank, as in Hope wishes for butterflies. She will see them on the paper work but only for a minute then it will return back to the descriptive words. ^-^ ]]

Hope held the paper and watched as hues of gold, red, and orange took the page. Figures that her thoughts would have the color of fire. Slowly to her amazement it began forming an object with delicate enbellishments dancing around it. Suddenly it came in to focus. It was a heart. It looked majestic along the ordinary paper. Red rushed into Hope's cheeks as she quickly handed the paper back, embarrassed at what she was wishing for. They were living in a war. You couldn't look for love in a time like this. All that mattered was survival. BUT she was a 17 year old girl. That's what a lot of people forget. Even herself.




Hope backed away from the girl with the magical papers. She was simply embarrassed. "Err..." She smiled meekly. "I think I'm going to go listen to the music. You're more than welcome to join me if you'd like."

In a near by alley, in a series of flashing lights out of no where, Cable appeared in his street clothing. No body saw him except what appeared to be a homeless man in a cardboard box drinking a bottle of whiskey. As he walked by Cable tossed him his change he had. The homeless man was awe struck what he saw, and just stared at the bottle of whiskey he was drink with the expression of total shock on his face.

He started to make his way through the crowd and found Domino and Emma Frost conversing together. His hand light brushed against Domino's arm, "Got your message Dom...not the usual social call..." He looked around the crowd for a moment to see if he could recognize anyone else...he immediately recognized the cello player...Erik Magnus Lensherr better known to some as Magneto.

But what was he doing here of all places? Out here with humans? For years the man believed humans were beneath him...this was out of place for him. Speaking back to Domino "And where is she?", Through Cable and Domino's psychic link, Domino informed him that Hope had gone missing and found her here. If Magneto discovered Hope's identity who knows what might happen. Also, how in the heck did Hope manage to get out of the mansion? Knowing the security systems in that place, along with some many people living there...no body noticed she left?

Hope walked through the crowd that had formed and sat down on the grass in front of the elegant white haired man. She saw a nervous brown haired girl attempting to talk to him. Honestly, she actually wanted to talk to the man. He seemed so serene and calm and that...that was what she was looking for. That's why she left the mansion. All the chaos, all the craziness. She needed air. And the music wasn't bad either. Hope stared at him, wishing she knew how to play...whatever that thing was.

Erik was playing the song by memory, as his fingers glided along the metal as if it were his second skin. The kiss that Cal placed along his temple was enough to make him stop playing briefly. His eyes were already sealed shut, when he stopped. Opening his eyes, you'd think he was going to scold the girl, when in fact he was not. "Cal......" Erik shook his head, realizing it was too late, since she was already making her departure.

Setting down the cello, back into the case. He cracked his knuckles, glancing off to the side the theaters small piano that was near by. He almost brought it too where he was, but it was only six feet away from where he had been sitting. He got up, leaving his coat, and cello there. Knowing fully well if someone had the gall to attempt to steal it. It would be their last breath that they would take. Upon getting up and moving, he recognized several mutants within the crowd. He couldn't help but laugh to himself as he took a seat upon the piano bench. Some people he did not recognize, it was a nice feeling. Even if it was only for a short amount of time.



His audience had grown since the last few pieces he had performed, hoping that they too would like the sound of the piano as well. Hearing the tiny voice from the little girl again, he turned on the bench towards her, smiling.



"Both, child. But the majority of it is, here...." He tapped the side of his head, "I remember it all... even when the Nazi's came...." His voice faded as did his smile, turning back in towards the piano he now faced. His hands seemed to cast a spell against the keys as he began to play, Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. So solemn and sad. His eyes scanned the piano's surface as he saw his past life as a child come back to life, before him as he played the song.

Beethoven - Moonlight Sonata

From one piece of music he went into another. This one he dedicated to Cal, while playing he hoped he knew what the song was.

Richard Clayderman - Love Story

Since Cal thought he was ignoring her, the only way he could communicate with her currently was through his music. He played professionally, as if he himself had written the music and composed it. His face did not appear to be solemn anymore, as a quiet smile appeared. Watching people of all ages approach where he had moved over too. Especially a young red head sitting next to the other girl. He looked over at her briefly, curious to know just who she was.

Glancing up he recognized the tall man approaching her, as he returned his attention back to the music at hand.



Magneto finished the song, when he felt fingertips along his shoulder. Reaching up he touched the hand, turning around in his chair to see who this individual was. Lorna. His silver blue eyes shimmered in the sunlight, as he stared at her in slight confusion. Daddy? Although he did not say that aloud, he kept her fragile hand within his aged hand. "Lorna?" Erik questioned, with sincerity in his voice.