You Can Trust Me, Trust Nobody (Magneto)

Wondering through New York was an old habit for Eric. Without his helmet, people didn't tend to recognise him as the mutant right activist. This was just as well, as for some reason those ordinary people never appreciated what he tried to do. It was very frustrating.

However, New York was dear to Eric; it had a rather high proportion of mutants, and had recently become home to a team of 'superheroes,' not that Eric thought they should be called that, seeing as their powers all came from freak experiments or accidents. Never the less, he enjoyed keeping an eye out for any mutant that may join the fight for his cause. Because of the so called cure, there were many angry, and many willing to join Eric's brotherhood.

As he walked through the city, Eric meandered past a park where he and Charles had used to play chess. Feeling oddly nostalgic, he opted to walk through it. Perhaps there would be a spare table he could play himself. Instead, he found none other than his old friend, Charles Xavier, sitting alone and playing with the set they'd always used when they'd gotten along better. Smirking, Eric swiftly moved to sit opposite Charles, in front of the black pieces.

"Fancy seeing you here, old friend," he said, smirking at Charles. He made sure that his thoughts were blank, as he wasn't wearing his helmet. He'd have to trust Charles not to look inside his mind without his permission.

Smirking as he regarded his old friend, Eric casually moved a pawn of his own forward a space. He had missed these games of chess, and though he would never admit it even to himself, he'd missed Charles as well.
"Indeed," Eric replied to Charles' greeting as he patiently waited for the Professor's next mood. He always enjoyed a good game of chess, especially against a worthy opponent that would give a semblance of challenge. Charles always offered enough of a challenge to entertain Eric, and the discussions and verbal chess was also fun.

"I have been well," Eric replied, mimicking Charles' position. "Are you still holed up in your mansion?"
Eric enjoyed nonchalantly mocking Charles about the mansion; it was a hobby of his, and one that never ceased to bring him pleasure. It helped that a fair few of Charles' old pupils joined his brotherhood in the end.