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[human-magnet.livejournal.com]

Magneto strides through the door. This time, his abrupt millilocation earns only a slight raise of one eyebrow and a muttered, "Some day I'll figure out why it picks these times to pull me away." Then he continues into the bar itself.

He orders a pot of Adams Family Farm Afternoon Tea and some cucumber sandwiches, before retiring to the couch before the fire.

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[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

There is a fellow in the chair just opposite the couch who gives, however briefly, the impression of being all beard. Certainly he's not likely to come up much higher than- oh, let's say the other man's chest, at most. And with an axe leaning against the side of his chair that's got to be nearly as tall as he is.

He's reading a book on gunsmithing at the moment, but every so often he stops for a drink. Or to look up and nod a cordial greeting to the newcomer.

[human-magnet.livejournal.com]

Magneto nods to the beard. "Good afternoon," he says.

[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

"Good afternoon, sir," says Gimli, setting the book aside a moment. Then he frowns- but only briefly. "Pardon my saying so, but you seem... oddly familiar, somehow. Have we met ere this?"

[human-magnet.livejournal.com]

"I don't believe so. Are you from Earth?"

[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

"Indeed, no," says Gimli. "Though the Men of my world call our lands Middle-earth, the Eldar call our world Aman. Rather different, I expect."

[human-magnet.livejournal.com]

"It would seem so. The way you say the word 'men' tells me you are describing a race not your own. May I ask what race you are?"

[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

"I?" Gimli slides from his chair, if he has not done so already. "I am of the kindred of the dwarves; my name is Gimli, son of Gloin. We bear no relation to your people, nor to any others of the free peoples of Middle-earth."

[human-magnet.livejournal.com]

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Gimli, son of Glorin. I am called Magneto, and need no other name."

[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

"So it is with most men of my world," says Gimli. "Though the townsmen sometimes put more store by family names, I've found. You're new-come here, I take it? I have been too long in my forges to notice."

[human-magnet.livejournal.com]

"Within a week or so new, yes." He nods. Then he smiles. "You work in metals, I take it. So do I ..."

[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

Gimli nods. "They had no smith when I first came here," he says. "And I've yet to meet a smith among the Men who come to this place- is it so with you, or is your profession among the metals something else?"

[god-among-bugs.livejournal.com]

A scruffy Pyro nods in Magneto's directino as he strides past. He's going to Bar to get a razor, but if Magneto acknowledges him, he'll stay to talk.

[god-among-bugs.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Whoops, I meant "direction". Plus, I want to talk to you about the characters' relationship dynamics, and timelines, and lots of other relevant stuff.]

[human-magnet.livejournal.com]

[ooc: got aim?]

[god-among-bugs.livejournal.com]

[ooc: yes. I contact you, or you contact me?]

[human-magnet.livejournal.com]

[ooc:Contact me. My AIM is f-locked entry in my journal.]

[human-magnet.livejournal.com]

Magneto does indeed acknowledge him. "Good afternoon." He sips some of his tea.

[god-among-bugs.livejournal.com]

"Is it afternoon already, Magneto?" Pyro asks.

He looks out the window.

"I can't really tell."

[human-magnet.livejournal.com]

"It was afternoon when I walked in the door a few moments ago, although I suspect time is almost a moot point here."

His eyebrow lifts elegantly. "Do we know each other?"

[god-among-bugs.livejournal.com]

Pyro blinks. Magneto had recruited him three years ago.

He looks to see if there's an open chair by the fire, but at the moment the only other chair is occupied with a beard with a helmet. That's not quite as disconcerting as the boulder he met last week. Beards can't crush him... he doesn't think.

In any case, he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, and snorts. The tone comes more from the back of his throat than his nose.

"What game are you playing, Mags? Of course we know each other."

The concept of different worlds converging, Pyro's grasped. But familiar people from different versions of the same world? Can't say he's had the pleasure.

[human-magnet.livejournal.com]

He hooks a finger at a chair from one of the tables and it scoots over behind Pyro. "Humor me for a moment. What is your name?"

[god-among-bugs.livejournal.com]

"Government says it's John Allerdyce, I say it's Pyro," the young man replies as he sits down.

This is very strange. Could the door bring people from the same world into the bar at different times in their lives?

If that's true, maybe he'd get a chance to bang a younger Jean Grey. For an old goodie-goodie, she's pretty hot... must've been a looker in high school or college.

Pyro's still looking at Magneto, but he's been slightly distracted by that last thought.

[human-magnet.livejournal.com]

"Ah. Pyro." He smiles slightly. "Forgive me my friend. I am used to you being much older."

[god-among-bugs.livejournal.com]

Now Pyro really is confused. Magneto doesn't know who he is, but he looks about the same age he did the last time Pyro saw him. Magneto remembers Pyro being much older, but then wouldn't the man have one foot in the grave as he sat in front of the fire.

What the Hell?

Pyro may have said that out loud.

[human-magnet.livejournal.com]

"What year did we meet, Pyro?"