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preyforheaven ([info]preyforheaven) wrote in [info]marvel_legends,
@ 2011-04-15 18:01:00


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Entry tags:beast, exodus, magneto

These Things Happen To Other People.
It was a very small room, with a very small bed, and nothing on the walls but a couple of hooks on which he had hung a 12th-Century arming-sword.

Exodus was deep in thought, his hands folded on his chest as if in prayer... or death.



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[info]starsandgarters
2011-04-17 09:26 pm UTC (link)
Hank looked over his results, and nodded.

"Your offer is noted and appreciated," he told Exodus.

He gave one last look over his results. "That should be everything, thank-you."

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[info]preyforheaven
2011-04-17 09:29 pm UTC (link)
"Excellent. Thank you." And with a gold-green flash, he's back in his little room.

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