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Magneto managed a smile towards the young lady before him, nodding his head slowly, "what do you have in mind child?" his voice was deep, because of his age. Very old style, old country German with a bit of British dialect.

Zephyr did not hear the psychic speak, she read souls, spirits, not minds. Emotions she could pick up on, sometimes, but never thoughts. So she spoke on what she did hear.

"Hello, my name is Zephyr, may I hear your name is Magneto. If you do not mind, Mr. Magneto, you look like a perfectly reasonable man, and I would very much like to ask you about what else I was told." her eyes glazed over black once more, as the conversation at hand was not quite a child conversation, and the spirits where helping her form better words, whispering the words she wanted to speak into her ear, as they often times would do.
"I don't really like insulting someone's intelligence by lying to them. I hear you are a bad person, a great enemy to the team I seem to have been recruited to, and I suppose there must be some truth to at least some of your acts, as I have seen at least one dead man standing behind you with an accusing stare. Never a good sign. Yet, your soul does not feel like that of someone, who could really be as evil as you are described. Dangerous, certainly, but dangerous is not always evil." she paused then, head tilting to the side in consideration.
"To each their own, I do not truly care about your past actions. What I am curious about right now is, if you are indeed to become an enemy as is suggested, I would like to know why. I do not take things at face value, and if I see no true reason to fight someone, I am not going to do it simply because someone else told me to. So far I do not have actions to base a judgement on, so I am beginning instead with words, I will hear what each side has to say on the matter, before I make a choice. When actions present themselves, which always speak louder than words, then I will make a decision on those as well." You would not think a child as young as this would be able to speak such words, but through her life experiences, as well as her connection with the spirits, there were some ways that she would never be a child, some ways in which she was older than some people would ever grow to be.

She took a seat, smoothing out her dress and placing her hands in her lap, looking up at him with eyes that were bleeding back to bright red, the spirits finished with whispering instructions in her ears for her. She offered a smile.
"So, if you do not mind, I would very much like to hear what you might have to say. It's not fair if I don't listen to both sides."

She flushed a bright red and ducked her head with happiness, beaming up at him from beneath the locks of the brown wig. But that smile stiffened as she heard what he asked her to tell him. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, "There.....there are people.....over there" her eyes flicked to where Cable, Domino, formerly Hope and Nightcrawler were standing. "They're.....um....they're talking about us....more specifically....you." She had seen it far too often in highschool and more than often been the target of the gatherings of gossiping cliques, to not recognize the poses, fleeting glances, and the subtle gestures of people talking about others unkindly. She ducked her head again and her hand tightened around his. She didn't know who they were or what they wanted but she wasn't going to be shy about defending the only person who seemed to truly care about her.
She tensed further as the little girl came over. Currents of energy were crackling along her skin and metal objects began to vibrate slightly as the girl spoke.
Her jaw clenched and her eyes sparked with anger at the insinuations against her father figure. She didn't particularly care if people spoke badly about her...after all was expected for them to disparage a freak like her...but not Mr. Lensherr. Not the kind old man who had taken her in, shown her control, and above all the gentle kindness of a father. The humans of the crowd were looking a bit askance at the name Magneto, heck even she'd heard it before but there was no way Mr. Lensherr had any connection to that monstrous mutant. In her anger that mid western drawl came out as she finally spoke in complete uninterrupted sentences. "Best watch yer words girlie. I don't know who ya are but we're decent folk who just wanted ta give a bit a music ta the nice folks here in tha Big Apple. My daddy ain't got no connection ta that Magkneeto fella so I suggest ya jest be movin on ya hear?" The metal around them began to hum faster and draw closer to the mousy girl sitting on the piano bench beside the older man with the cultured accent. Even the hairs of the wig were picking up on the electromagnetic current and began lifting up in the air slightly.

Kurt felt her pulling away, and began to grow Angry. Not at her. At Magneto. He must have been filing her head with thoughts and un-true accusations. He could not be to sure, but whatever he was saying, was drawing her in. He Yanked her back, now a wild glare resting upon Magneto. He could not control the Snarl that ripped from his throat. He only partially cared about the people around him.

" Magneto. " He called, well above the crowd. " If you even think about touching her I vill Kill you. " He was forced to be harsh, the German accent making the ferocity seem stronger. He usually would have never threatened someone like that. His family was in danger though, and he would protect it no matter the cost. He did not care if people around him saw what he was. That was not a big deal, compared to losing his Loved ones.

Magneto felt the glare staring directly at him, as he could see out of the corner of his eyes the demon man speaking in volumes. Magneto wasn't doing anything considered illegal. Their lead psychic, Jean Grey did it all the time. So did Charles Xavier for that matter. Constantly seeking out thoughts, invading people's minds without a care in the world to the damages they might possibly be causing.

He merely kept the smile along his features, not once faltering as he kept his eyes locked on the hooded girl for the time being. His actions were innocent in nature. An old man, smiling towards a young girl who was interested in his music.

Erik turned to look towards Cal, his silver blue eyes shimmering in the sun light. Bowing his head down towards her, as his eyes never moved away from Cal's positioning, "I will give you credit for noticing that my dear Cal. Such the eclectic one in our group. Are you not?" He couldn't help but smile towards her, feeling relaxed around her as the tension in his shoulders dispersed after speaking to the young girl at his feet. There was still tension there, but it was hidden deep within his eyes.

Magneto was not going to start anything with anyone. If someone wanted to start something, they would be the ones doing it! The only thing he had noticed earlier while playing was a MRD Sentinel flying through the air. He merely directed it else where knowing that a massive amount of people would probably be killed in the process if he had not intervened earlier, in his actions. Which no one paid any attention too. "I would be honored and delighted for you to join in on my playing Cal, it would be a spiritual, uplifting event for the both of us. Agreed?"

Erik then turned his attention to Lorna who shifted uneasy in her seating arrangement.
"There.....there are people.....over there" His eyes diverted away from her momentarily over towards where she suggested. Towards where Cable, Domino, Hope and Nightcrawler were standing. "Go on, Lorna, I'm listening. What else?"
"They're.....um....they're talking about us....more specifically....you." His eyes stayed locked on the X-Men members present before them, unbeknown that they were now standing at least a hundred feet away from where they once were only a few feet from where he had been playing earlier. Nodding his head slowly, he smiled towards Lorna. Wrapping his right arm around her figure as she leaned in against him. Allowing her to grip his hand as hard as she wanted to do so. The smile remained.

Erik was thrilled to know that both Lorna and Cal had made wonderful observations. Kudos for the both of them. He was about to say something when his attention shifted now back towards the young girl, as Lorna disapproved of how Zephyr was questioning him.

Feeling the energy starting to crackle along Lorna, Erik raised up his right hand, very delicately brushing some of the brown locks of hair away from her face. As he leaned in placing a soothing kiss against her forehead, while whispering towards her ear, his voice was calm, tender and reassuring. "Lorna... my dear. Calm down... she's not worth it. Just relax, words can and do harm. I realize that. It's the physical actions that concern me, my dear. Just relax..."

His cheek was now resting against the side of Lorna's head, "I won't allow anyone to hurt you." Placing a gentle kiss along side those hidden green locks of hair, Lorna was so desperately trying to hide from the rest of the world. He admired her fire, that burned within her. He also was glad to know that Lorna was there, not just as one of his students, but there as a family member. Who'd protect him.

Lorna, strong of a character that she is, needs to let this rage filled energy go. At least for the time being. The so called innocent minds, of ignorant fools standing around them. Had no idea just whom they would be messing with if they even considered to cause havoc with him and his family present.