Burning Questions (Jean)

Participants: Doctor Doom & Jean Grey
Open/Closed: Closed
Location(s): Mutant city?
Time of Day: Afternoon
Weather: Windy
Summary: The ever persistent Doom is very much still committed to saving the world, and he is still a globally wanted man. He steps out of the shadows to have a civilized discussion with a leader of Mutantkind.

The blue waves of the Atlantic churned in choppy fashion, soon becoming whipped in such a way that the lapping waves were reduced in form to agitated ivory foam. A blazing yellow sun began to sink lower in the sky, the horizon warping into fiery oranges in its wake as the day began its retreat. Foam continued to sputter and splash about under the intense air pressure exhausted by the large metallic structure that hovered just barely a degree above skimming the surface of the ocean. The unmistakable image of a SHIELD Helicarrier floated in place seemingly in the middle of nowhere, its appearance both sudden and puzzling.

Inside the hull of the former governmental structure was a man known the world over; Victor von Doom. He had commandeered the vessel just hours prior, he was lacking in his own tangible resources after all. Getting his hands on a Helicarrier was no easy task, considering he had be pressed to take on such a venture post death and sans any of the munitions of his usual armor. However, Doctor Doom was nothing if not resourceful in his own right, plus he had the aid of magic. While the taking of the large specimen of technology had not been as simple as it should, in the end Doom was still successful. Doom marched through the corridors of his vessel deep in thought.

His reasoning for such an audacious seizure was to acquire a mode of transport that could easily and quickly take him to where he was now located, inches above the Atlantic ocean. But not only that, he needed transport that was respectably fortified. While his stronghold in Latveria was far out of his grasp for the time being, Doctor Doom still deserved a fortress to call his own. Besides, it was no less than what he would need with facing the potential spurn of mutants. Not only was Doom parked over the Atlantic, he was also hovering leagues above a kingdom city of mutantkind, X-lantis. Don't ask him who came up with the name.

Since his arrival near twenty minutes ago Doom had been broadcasting an endless signal of a looped message. 

"JEAN GREY OF X-LANTIS, I, VICTOR VON DOOM, SEEK AUDIENCE WITH YOU.

I COME LACKING HOSTILITY AND I IMPLORE YOU TO GREET WITH MUCH THE SAME."

It was the bare minimum damage control for Victor to do but he viewed it plenty enough given the circumstance. He hoped his clear admittance of harboring no hostility and his expectation to be treated with the same level of courtesy could be perfect understood and respected. Doom was well aware of what the world believed of him at the given moment, that he was responsible for a terror attack that had claimed the lives of 3,000, but surely his word meant more than smear campaigns touted by the media. Antagonism was high on the probability list. 

Doctor Doom now awaited Jean's arrival atop the Helicarrier, a briny breeze swept through his new olive cloak. Victor was still without his proper armor and hooded cloak. A travesty. For the time being he wore bandages wrapped  around his entire head to hide his scarred face. There was much on Doom's plate for him to address, clearing his name and reclaiming his wardrobe could come later; there was a bigger threat to focus the brunt his attention on.