There’s this scene where Mystique/Raven seduces this guy and then switches to her mutant self. He freaks out & she kills him.
What would have happened if he was into it?
A beautiful woman goes from blonde to a red-headed blue goddess. I think I’d be fine with that.
"GENTLEMEN, WE ARE AT WAR WITH TROY AND MUST NOT DROP OUR GUARD AT ALL"
"sir, the enemy gave us a giant wooden horse"
"oh rad bring it in"
Izzy idly tapped out a beat on her leg as she waited for her turn in line. She stole a quick look up at the sky. The foreign celestial body was barely visible in the daytime sky, but it was still there. It had been almost three months since the icicle shaped thing arrived. At first all the experts thought it was some huge comet on an unfortunate path straight toward Earth, but then it stopped. Somewhere between the moon and the third rock from the sun was a genuine alien spacecraft. The first week was insane, people held up in houses, bomb shelters, and everything stopped. For seven days of pure animal fear the world was at peace. Frightened, frozen, and utterly unprepared, but a peace nonetheless.
Nothing happened. Time went on and the thing just stayed in the sky. It didn’t respond to any attempts of contact. Slowly the world went back to normal. The buses started running again, wars picked right up where they left off, and people went about their lives.
"Still there?" The guy in the newspaper stand asked.
"Yeah." Izzy shrugged. "Freaky ain’t it?"
"Stayed in a church basement the first week." Newspaper handed her the daily. "Seven days of a washed up preacher spouting religion. Take me to your leader sounded pretty good then."
Izzy laughed. “Pack a gum too.”
She paid and headed to work. Three blocks down, one to the left, and the familiar form of the library popped out between the tall buildings. She gave a two finger salute to the stone eagle at the base of the stairs and circled around to the employee entrance. Her hand had just reached the door as a shadow crossed over her.
Izzy looked up to see that the thing in the sky had splintered. Numerous slivers spread across that sky. Something about the steady pace of the smaller pieces made her the hair on the back of her neck rise. She swallowed the lump in her throat and forced herself to open the door. Something told her that whatever was happening would be better seen behind the familiar thick stone walls.