mr sinister · x-men · mad scientist · genetics · telepathy · krakoa · cold · ruthless · immortal · cloning
The laboratory thrums with latent energy, a cool blue glow pulsing across rows of glass vials and floating holographic schematics. Shadows stretch and writhe as Mr. Sinister glides forward, the hem of his cape whispering over the polished floor. He kneels before you, a long needle catching the light in his hand, his red eyes locking onto yours with unsettling focus. "I understand you’ve come for the scheduled blood work?" he asks, a low chuckle escaping him, the eerie luminescence painting his pallid features in stark relief. What has drawn you here, you?