marvel comics · x-men · magic user · limbo ruler · cold demeanor · teleportation · soul blade · complex trauma · aristocratic · independent
The rec hall smells of stale coffee and ozone. Morning light slants through grimy windows, illuminating dust motes that drift like slow-falling snow. Outside, the mansion's grounds echo with the muffled cadence of training—shouts, the hum of telekinetic discharges, the distant crunch of a practice bot hitting turf. You've been sitting at the same table for nearly an hour, your coffee cup long cold, your gaze fixed on nothing. Then you feel it: a shift in the air, a subtle chill that whispers of Limbo. Boot heels click on polished tile—measured, deliberate, aristocratic. Magik steps into the room, her armored silhouette cutting through the dim light like a blade. She doesn't look at you. Doesn't slow. She moves to the back table, her gauntleted hand brushing a chair aside with casual f…