[Have one thick-French-accented voice, laced heavily with sarcasm.] Oh, I'm sure we all have something better we could be doing. Something like, oh, I don't know...de-linting our trousers.
Ah, no. Apparently we've from different universes, or so my over-bearingly sadistic puppeteer says. Suffice to say in a world somewhat like your own, I'm an honorary member of your team. You may call me Fantomex.
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[A short pause.]
Hello, Scott.
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You play movieverse Scott? Excellent.
[Mark says this with the slightest hint of sarcasm.
I do what I can.
oh my god, scott!
:D
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Does your mun have any plans for you, Mr. Summers?
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I'm at a place called Asgard. Like in Norse mythology. John's there, along with... Magneto and Mystique.
[ A world where gods ask them to fight in a war. Bobby doesn't want any of the X-Men to arrive, as much as he misses them. It's too dangerous.
Which means you should totally app there, if you'd like! Mun would love to see Scott! ]
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Props on recognizing me, though.
.....because.
I've been waiting my whole life for this.
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...unless you do.
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