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Magneto	Off the northern and exceedingly windward coast of Genosha, picturesque beaches are host to much larger waves, pummeled by storms, their expanse interrupted in places by craggy outcroppings and cliffs, the exposed spine of the volcanic range below. Nowhere is this volatile weather and hostile, thrilling surf more apparent than at the isle's very northern point, a peninsula surrounded on three sides by sea. Presently, roiling thunder rocks the evening from several miles out to sea, reverberating up the coast and providing a brilliant lightning storm visible from much of the island nation. An unlikely number of those bolts strike in a roughly circular perimeter around a man meditating in midair, as if oblivious to the cacophony around him--who else but the Master of Magnetism?
Lorna Dane	Walking into a storm isn't necessarily Lorna's idea of a fun evening. None the less, dressed in a skirt suit and practical heels, she braves the craggy terrain. Using a hand to keep her long green locks from whipping across her face she spies the man she's come to see. Her green eyes fix on her father at last and she lets her eyes go white as she lifts into the air, resisting the buffeting winds and flying closer to the meditating man in his circle of lightning strikes. "You know, it's not a bad energy source if you need a boost in a pinch." She calls out once she's close enough to be heard over the thunder and wind.
Magneto	It's not difficult for Lorna to detect Magneto, particularly when the latter is exercising his own mutant gift at some level of splendor. Similarly, Lensherr is hardly shocked by her unexpected arrival. In an exercise of casual finesse, the space surrounding Magneto is clear of the periodic torrents of rain, an invisible umbrella of sorts almost nonchalantly dissipating the water into its component gases. Polaris perhaps proves prescient as her words herald another series of bolts, two striking one tower extending from a towering rock, and one a second, identical structure. The pop culturist would mouth 'tesla coil' here,but in this case they are, indeed, gathering rather than projecting energy. Magneto's smile is genuinely amused, but perhaps not entirely warm. "You've -no- idea. How are you, my dear? How are things with Charles?"
Lorna Dane	"He's proud of my progress with the children and on his team." Lorna lifts a shoulder. Her green eyes study the figure of her meditating father and shift to the towers with a furrow of her green brows. "How long have you been like this?" She asks after a moment, sniffing the levels of ozone in the air. "You're letting the wind clear the O-3 that the lightning is generating?" She adds on, her chin tilting. "The air should be charged with ozone, but it feels breathable." Her hands settle on her hips as she hangs in the air, comfortable as she subtly adjusts her own energy to flow opposite of the electromagnetic currents Magneto gathers around him.
Magneto	"Of course he is." It's not abundantly clear whether Magneto is making a sarcastic jibe towards Xavier, or simply expressing the inevitability of such pride in her accomplishments, but then dry delivery is largely par for this course. "The ever-eager sea breeze is always said to be a boon." At this juncture, one can be relatively sure he's gently teasing, a glimmer touching his steely eyes as he passes over acknowledging her observant inquiry seriously. "I've been out here long enough-- the process is automated and perfectly functional without me, but far more efficient this way. And as you say-- it recharges one's reserves quickly indeed. Come." Come where, out in this maelstrom? Magnus extends a flexed hand downwards and tremendous pressure doors with no driving power of their own respond to his summons, the outer set opening in a circular spiral that displaces the substantial weight of the stormy waters above it in a tremendous wave, revealing a second set of reinforced bulkheads that spiral outwards to reveal a passage into the deep. There is no hesitation as the Master of Magnetism descends into it.
Lorna Dane	Watching the door spiral open to reveal the entrance below Lorna closes her eyes a moment with a soft pulse to feel how deep it all goes. The way her eyebrows quirked he'd managed to surprise her with the presence of such a base. "So you're feeling stronger? Good." She tells him briskly, following with a last look at the sky. Quietly she smooths her wind tossed locks as he descends with her close behind. "I think Charles worries I am over burdening myself with obligations. It's safe to say he hasn't realized I've inherited your ability to sustain my energy of the electromagnetic flow."
Magneto	That quick pulse would tell Polaris several things for certain: the rock beneath them and along the drop to the sand bar is -thoroughly- mag-shielded, and that's where her proverbial vision ends. And the network of metal tubing leading beneath the waves, with a stylish sleek-edged viewport built into it at three convenient and picturesque angles, goes some ways out to sea and down to the bed, as well as arriving at several points on the inland side of the mazelike paths. Lorna is one of the few who could perhaps navigate that puzzle to a satisfying end, but she doesn't need to try-- Magnus knows quite well which path to take, and how not to trigger his own safeguards. "Pushing oneself too far can have drawbacks besides fatigue." He cautions from experience, "But in some undertakings, it is simply necessary." The set of reinforced doors he opens before them with a dismissive wave opens upon a suddenly well-lit room occupied by several large, well, magnetos, and a grid of impossibly high capacity batteries larger than either of them in a vast array lost somewhere deep beneath the mountains. The wave that opened the door turns into a flourish of presentation. A sign within the room reads 'Power Substation C'.
Lorna Dane	"You've been busy." Lorna murmurs when she can finally manage to find her words. She walks the room slowly, studying things. "I take it this would be one of those "Genosha has no comment." sort of projects?" She asks and looks over at Magnus for a long moment. She clasps her fingers loosely behind her, not touching things but letting her other senses explore and inspect the room thoroughly.
Magneto	"As long as the world believes we're years away from having Genoshan infrastructure back on its feet, much less improved, many of them will bide their time... or at a minimum, underestimate us." It's safe to say someone's obsessed this through thoroughly. "At the same time, we must have the strength to stand on our own when they -do- come for us... and act as a beacon for our people." In this case, Magneto's metaphor is somewhat apt in even purely literal interpretation: it'll keep the lights on, far into the foreseeable future "The primary power grid I've constructed at key points around the island is driven by a synergistic combination of storm, hydroelectric, and solar power, supplemented by these magnetic generators. The lightning receptors also serve as a remarkable anti-air grid for the island's outer perimeter. And yes, it very much does not exist." No -wonder- he's been fatigued.
Lorna Dane	"An anomaly, to be expected with such a powerful electromagnetic mutant dwelling in one place so long. Like a minor electromagnetic pole, safer surely than the Bermuda triangle." Lorna reasons formulating a dismissive reason should the excess of energy be discovered by other nations. "It's been a while since other countries have openly persecuted mutants, but it's been peaceful for a while, I think soon we'll see sentiments against us begin to stir again." She says evenly. "This is tidy work, Father."
Magneto	"With a bit of fortune the natural shielding of the rock and the countermeasures i've added will keep the power production from being noticed until they wonder how we're fueling such magnificent settlements and industry." Magneto posits hopefully-- but then, he's taken every precaution short of inaction to see just such an outcome arrive. Proud agreement is nodded to Polaris' assertion, and the Master of Magnetism strides evenly down the hallway, surveying just that handiwork before turning back to her, "Our next public push will be a luxury resort complex. Its appeal only heightened by the embargo, its amenities and entertainment unique to our isle. The wealthiest and most disregarding of society's laws will fund the next steps in our liberation." This seems to please Erik to no end. Perhaps rightly so.
Lorna Dane	"A resort? Tourism is good for boosting economy. We don't have much in the way of farmlands. I like it. Most island nations tend to favor similar endeavors to fuel their economy, isn't it so?" Lorna asks and leans back a little. "You've been terribly busy. Perhaps we both could take a page from Charles and stop to smell the roses occasionally. Though I suspect that particular skill comes from an ability to be content where one is in life." She reasons and walks over to one of the massive batteries finally, placing a hand on it lightly.
Magneto	"Just so." Magneto concurs, indeed wasting no time taking measures to augment his personal wealth reserves-- ideally, Genosha will stay functional far longer than he could afford to keep it such. "One must take care never to become too comfortable on the achievements of yesterday." Magneto posits, a warm and cheery position on the merits of contentment. "Life will always find new struggles, we take the small pleasures where we can along the way and surmount each in turn."
Lorna Dane	Blinking, Lorna smiles at Magneto in return. "I'm much to young to get content." She teases softly and walks over to him. "I hope you don't have new surprises still. I do like to keep a certain amount of ignorance to some of your other dealings." She tells her father quietly and looks about again just in awe of the quiet feat he's managed.