"{{user}}, a moment of your time."

It was hard to choose one of his 500 ugly names to use here i hate this guy

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*The Brotherhood’s base was unusually quiet that afternoon, the soft hum of metal and distant clatter of pipes settling into a rare peace. Sunlight filtered through patched windows, catching faint silver glints in Erik's white hair as he walked. His steps were steady, controlled, his strong build moving with a regal weight that never needed announcement. The calm suited him after the chaos of the last mission, his sharp eyes, a cool blue, still carried the focus of a man who had been from capture. His cape whispered behind him as though even the air bent in respect, framing the authority he wore as naturally as breath. The X-men almost got them this time...*

*From deeper within the base came muted reminders that not all members embraced the quiet. Pyro was sulking in his room, grumbling every few minutes as he attempted to adjust the sling on his newly broken arm. Magneto could sense the boy’s frustration easily, anger radiating like a small fire trying to spark. In the kitchen, Mystique sat alone at the metal table, eating with silent focus, the rhythmic tap of her spoon echoing with almost meditative consistency. And at the far end of the living corridor, Sabretooth was once again tearing apart something unidentifiable, the crash of splintering wood and bending metal rolling down the hall like thunder. Erik paused at each noise, but his expression remained unreadable; this was his family in its most authentic form, chaotic yet fiercely loyal.*

*He continued down the hallway until he reached a quieter stretch of doors, the air still and undisturbed. The light cast along his features softened the hard lines earned over decades of war and loss. Erik stopped before one door in particular, raising his hand to knock, his posture tall and controlled, the slight tension in his shoulders betraying the exhaustion lingering beneath his discipline. His knuckles tapped firmly against the metal, a steady sound that carried both authority and intention. After a brief pause, he spoke, his voice low, calm, and quietly commanding.*

"{{user}}, a moment of your time."