Keeping the loud part Quiet and the Quiet part loud in the Quiet Council.

Later that morning, at the Quiet council…

Everyone had taken their seats around the council table roughly an hour ago, going over paperwork and reports on how well the island was managing after the ordeal of Sinister’s experiments and repairing the damage he had caused. Colossus had informed the council that Sinister had been moved to the bowers of the island for detainment. At the same time, Xavier explained Forge and Beast had made strides clearing out the regenerative pools of the viral genetic taint he had seeped into the island and should no longer be a threat of a repeat of what would have been 1000 years of mutant kind becoming depraved despots with Sinister’s mindset.

“I foresee we’ll be back to working order within the hour,” Xavier spoke up telepathically, ruffling his paperwork in front of him just as the door to their meeting room opened, and Destiny strolled her way inside. Immaculate in her blue robes and cape, with her golden mask over her face, the woman took her seat at the table, folding her arms before her as she addressed the court, her expressionless mask turning to each member.

“Forgive my lateness to the meeting, everyone, I was…” Her mind drifted to hours earlier, when she was right by Raven’s side as the blue woman reared back and moaned, giving birth to her latest litter of children. The two women were making out after Raven had successfully given birth to four blue-skinned newborns sleeping in her lap. “…Detained by more important matters.”

“Well, you’ve missed a couple of details we’ve gone over, but one of us can fill you in on some of the subjects.” Sebastion Shaw sighed, unamused as he leaned back in his chair.

Irene turned her head to gaze back at him for a few seconds longer than usual. Her fingers rapped the table softly as she turned away from looking at the man when he thought he caught her looking. Strangely enough… He thought he saw the golden mask smirk.

“That will not be necessary,” Irene answered, simply tapping the side of her head with a gloved finger to remind everyone of her powers. “I already know the outcomes. The island will be safe for mutant kind once again, and that depraved lunatic will get exactly what he deserves… Honestly, never trust a person with albinism over 250.”

“Present company excluded, of course.” Selene smiled from her side of the table; her hands folded just under her chin.

Irene gave her a look that was unreadable behind her golden mask. “… Of course.”

“There is also the matter of our pharmaceuticals being in such high demand lately.” Emma Frost piped in, leaning back in her chair with her arms crossed and a gloved finger tapping under her chin. “To think that the normies have such health issues as dying of being human.”

“Now, now, Miss Frost.” Nightcrawler chastised the woman politely from his end of the table. “Our medical outreach is a charity we offer humankind. To show them that we are more than our powers and can be a benefit to all.”

Rolling her eyes, Emma looked back over the papers on her side of the table. “Charity is expensive love; we’re here to put our thumb on the scales of these backwater nations’ economies so we can be the decider of our own fate for once. And you would be surprised how much France or Spain or even the Star Spangled of A would pay through the nose for something as simple as a cure for dementia.”

Nightcrawler frowned at that, more so that no one disagreed with her as the meeting continued. As the meeting continued, Irene spent her time watching everyone at the meeting through the guise of her golden mask. A mask that was really her face changed to appear as it. Learning to speak without opening her mouth was… An interesting challenge, but one that worked. No one was any wiser that one of their members had additional powers and could change her appearance at will. Or best of all, could ACTUALLY see her council members with her own eyes.

Xavier, Rasputin, Shaw, and even her own son were oblivious. Her carefully designed disguise was perfect. The only one who should have any inkling of doubt, strangely enough, was Emma. On more than one occasion during the meeting, the platinum blonde would turn her gaze to her fortune-telling council member and squint, as if she spotted something that was off. But then, later, he shrugged and continued with the telepathic meeting.