11-10-2004, 10:46 PM
Logan's eyes were fixed on Victoria, had been ever since he had heard her name. What little attention he had given to the woman before him evaporated into nothingness. Lady Essex now consumed his thoughts, and he did well to guard them. The Sinister look alike was a telepath, a group he had never had particularly pleasant experiences with, especially Xavier. But reading minds was just like hacking a computer. The better the hacker, the more information found. Yet, the better security system, and the better the computer is at keeping you out. If need be, he was certain he would be able to protect his more intimate thoughts from wandering minds, but the fact that he had to shield them at all annoyed him.
However, it was a small price to pay. Observing Essex would prove to be interesting. He had been keeping a close eye on her, watching her converse with the others, listening closely to the words exchanged between them, and osberving her little episode with Iron Fist which resulted her in leaving the others. She had a temprer, a bad one, something that could prove quite dangerous in the future. But what interested him more was what lay on her forhead, and the display it gave when her temper flared.
It was a familiar sight, one he had seen many times before, but not from her. He didn't know if her world's Sinister was Nathaniel Essex, he didn't konw if her world had a Sinister, or if she was her world's version of Sinister, or more appropriately, Sinistra. However, the similarities between her and the Siniter he knew were too numerous to be mere coincidence. There was a connection, and until he found out what it was, she was to be considered a threat. Especially if he had her what she had said correctly. If she really was in possesion an ancient force more powerful than any he had seen.
"The Phoinex Force. This little crusade may actually be worth my time afterall."
Very slowly, a small and confident smile crept upon his face.
However, it was a small price to pay. Observing Essex would prove to be interesting. He had been keeping a close eye on her, watching her converse with the others, listening closely to the words exchanged between them, and osberving her little episode with Iron Fist which resulted her in leaving the others. She had a temprer, a bad one, something that could prove quite dangerous in the future. But what interested him more was what lay on her forhead, and the display it gave when her temper flared.
It was a familiar sight, one he had seen many times before, but not from her. He didn't know if her world's Sinister was Nathaniel Essex, he didn't konw if her world had a Sinister, or if she was her world's version of Sinister, or more appropriately, Sinistra. However, the similarities between her and the Siniter he knew were too numerous to be mere coincidence. There was a connection, and until he found out what it was, she was to be considered a threat. Especially if he had her what she had said correctly. If she really was in possesion an ancient force more powerful than any he had seen.
"The Phoinex Force. This little crusade may actually be worth my time afterall."
Very slowly, a small and confident smile crept upon his face.