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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]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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