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| Courtesy Call; Rahne Sinclair , Amara Aquilla | |
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| Topic Started: May 8 2010, 12:30 AM (449 Views) | |
| Magma | May 8 2010, 12:30 AM Post #1 |
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Time of day: Early afternoon. Date: Late April It had been a long year, a long year full of new experiences and now that it was over, and it was time for another new beginning. Her father was better now and had reassumed his place as the leader of her homeland. Her brief stint as the leader of a nation had done wonders for her problem solving skills, but it also place a heavy stone in her heart. Her time at the Academy had seen her all but abandon her old ways, and returning to a land stuck in the Bronze Age had been another rough transition for her. As the air plane descended below the clouds and revealed the New York Skyline, she was greeted with feelings of happiness as she arrived back in the land of high-tech wizardry that was anywhere but home. As the plane skidded to a stop on the tarmac, the captain began bellowing farewells and instructions to the passengers, and she unbuckled and stood up, pulling her bag from the overhead. Once into the airport, she smiled and whipped out her phone. It hadn't seen use in almost a year, and as she held down the power button, it didn't respond. She shook it and fidgeted with it, and was suddenly struck with the realization that she hadn't charged it in nearly a year, either. In fact, from the trek out of the jungle, to her over-night stay in Rio, to the taxi ride to the airport and again all the way to here, she hadn't even thought of the darned thing. "Well, I guess it’s time to find a payphone bank...I hope they still exist." A while later... Magma sat in the food court waiting for Rahne. Bobby had been her first choice, but he didn't pick up his phone. So, she called Rahne, who'd agreed to come get her. Amara felt bad for bugging her, so she'd decided she'd buy her lunch or something for coming out to pick her up. Checking her dial, err, watch, she looked around, happy to be presented with an opportunity to see an old friend. |
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| Wolfsbane | May 8 2010, 05:05 AM Post #2 |
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It hadn't been a terribly pleasant week for Rahne. Not only had this "Ruby Syndrome" been wearing down on her emotionally, but Doug had left. Said he needed time away, time with his family, probably wasn't coming back for a good while, and it would be best that they break up instead of trying to trudge through a long distance relationship. Which she supposed was for the best, but it still stung. So she jumped at the chance to drive over to the airport to give Amara a ride back home. She certainly could have used a friendly face right about then anyway, despite the fact that she never was much one for sulking. And she certainly wasn't sulking. She had signed out one of the school vans (not that the space was needed, but it was the only vehicle she'd driven since coming to the states and the one she felt most comfortable behind the wheel of) and took it out to the Westchester airport, the one she had arrived in herself what felt like half a lifetime ago. Approaching it though made it feel like it was just yesterday. "Terminal B, terminal B..." she muttered as she worked her way through the maze of airport roads, keeping her eyes darting between road and signs to make sure she didn't miss the exit. The van pulled up to the terminal exit, and sure enough, there she was. She put the vehicle into park, flipped on the hazards, and stepped out, arms outstretched. "Look who's learned t' drive American since ye've left!" she announced as she came up to the other woman and threw her arms around her. "Och, 'tis lovely t' see ye again, Amara. Yuir stickin' around this time?" |
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| Magma | May 8 2010, 06:18 AM Post #3 |
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As Rahne hugged her, she returned the favor and stepped back with a grin. Eyeing her up and down, she chuckled to herself. "I really hope I'm around for good this time. And I'm super-glad to be back, too. You have no idea how much you guys take the littlest things for granted until you have it all taken away." Amara could have kept all her new gadgetry and trendy clothes in Nova Roma, but out of respect for her father, she had gone back to the old ways for a while. But that had really nailed it to her that home didn't feel like home any more. Her place was here in New York with her fellow mutants. She motioned across the food court to one the bay of restaurants. "Are you hungry? I'm buying. Least I can do for the short notice." She was glad to see that Rahne was glad to see her, which made her happy. She was a little skittish, wondering if she'd be welcomed back or if they would have simply not cared. Maneuvering towards the Food Courts, she smirked at Rahne. "So you learned to drive American, that’s good. I still can't remember that this thing needs charged." She held out her cell phone. I tried to make a call on it when I got off the plane after not using it for a whole year!" She queued into the line at a bistro-type restaurant and looked at the small device. "It's crazy what kind of magic you can pack into such a tiny thing. Back home it's all letter couriers and word of mouth. I'm glad Nova Roma is a tiny country or it would have really been difficult after all the time I spent here." Magma wanted to learn how to drive. It was the one thing she hadn't mastered yet. Before now she'd always been afraid to even try her hand at it. She was fine as a student, because she only left the compound on class trips and with other friends who knew how to operate a vehicle without killing everyone inside. |
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| Wolfsbane | May 8 2010, 06:34 AM Post #4 |
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"Oh, I've got some idea of it, I do," she said, smiling broadly. Yes, this was good, a nice distraction from the crapstorm that day to day life had become. She hadn't been getting a whole lot of sleep, and had spent days overall stressed. It took a toll on the mind, wondering who would be the next to swap over to the other side, whether someone dangerous would come over, whether there'd be a problem - whether she'd disappear next... Perhaps it was silly to worry about such things, but she did. What if she swapped while driving home? What if Amara swapped and her replacement panicked? "So ye had a pleasant flight back? I mean sure, airplanes right terrify me, but well, ye know," she said with a shrug of her shoulders. She hadn't developed much of an understanding how some people could be alright with it - well, not so much that - she just couldn't comprehend how it would feel to be alright with flying. Even those trips in the blackbird and the Phoenix Flight were nerve wracking and panic inducing. But still, it was polite to ask. "Aye," Rahne almost gasped at the offer of food as they headed over toward the airport food court. "Please. I passed on breakfast an' am utterly famished." As they waited in line, Rahne bobbed on her toes slightly before asking the question... "So, uh... they been dealin' with the Post Apocalypta Whatever stuff where ye were at?" |
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| Magma | May 8 2010, 07:22 AM Post #5 |
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Magma moved another step forward in the line and dug her wallet out of her bag, pulling out a clean twenty that she had just gotten on her way through customs. As Rahne asked her about Post Apocalypta, she furrowed her brow, slightly in concern at the reference to the baddie of all baddies, and slightly in confusion. Her inquisitiveness was interrupted by a growling stomach and she glanced momentarily forward in the line, hoping it would start to move quicker. Her brain switching tracks, she looked back to Rahne. "Post-Apolooly-what-a?" She gave a half-hearted chuckle. Confused about what she meant, she missed the aim of the question entirely. "Not really, I don't think Apocalypse hit South America too hard, and Nova Roma was untouched. Probably not one of his immediate goals, though." Unaware of her misinterpretation, she moved again forward in line. Apocalypse was a rough time, and she was frightened to the core at the mention of his name. Surely Rahne was talking about the after-effects of his attack. There couldn't possibly be some threat worse than him so soon after Earth's latest brush with subjugation and conquer. Then again, when dealing with the people she now dealt with, Amara was quickly and readily learning that assumption was a good way to get yourself killed. Her mind drifted for a moment. She remembered Doug, wondering how he was and suddenly wishing she'd brought him back a souvenir from Nova Roma. They then wandered to Jayson for a brief moment and then suddenly to Bobby. She wondered what he was up to, and for a split second wished that he'd come with Rahne. Amara then felt guilty. One friendly face was enough. She was just glad that this time she wasn't clueless about the world she had entered. Furrowing her brow, she started to get a headache. Writing it off as jet-lag, she went back to moving up in line, only a few steps away from the registers now, a full belly was the next stop. But her headache was slowly growing, and a sense of forboding began to cloud her mind. |
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| Wolfsbane | May 8 2010, 08:01 PM Post #6 |
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"Ye know, the uh, the whole mind swap thing..." she said, gesturing with small circle motions to indicate that she wasn't sure exactly how to explain it. "Well, I guess ye'll see yuirself once we get back to the school... 'tis... Well, 'tis... have ye heard of people behavin' oddly? Actin' confused, talkin' about some place called... oh, what'd they call it..." Rahne took a deep breath. Amara would have to know at some point, especially since some people at the school had made the swap themselves. She wished she had understood it all better, that anyone understood it better, but even the big brains didn't know what was happening - not Jean, not Hank, not even Professor Xavier knew why this was happening. "Jussully 'r somethin' like that - whole thing's a mess, an' well, if ye've nae seen anyone experiencing this... Um, stuff, I just figured ye'd need to know, rather than being surprised." she took a deep breath and glanced around the food court. She could absolutely go to town on a ribeye steak, medium rare, but odds were good that that wasn't an option. "So what're ye leanin' towards? I'm hungry enough to go for pretty much anythin' m'self." |
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| Magma | May 9 2010, 03:46 AM Post #7 |
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Her headache worsened, but she tried to hide it all with a smile, albeit a curious one. Jussully...jus-sully...Rahne's accent was oftentimes hard for her to penetrate, but in the back of her brain, something clicked. Jussully. Now that just rang a strange bell, but she had no idea why. She was positive that she'd never once heard that in her life. She shaked it off as mere coincidence. Something out of a book or something That was what it had to be. She hadn't read a single magazine or laid eyes on a working television since she'd left Nova Roma. If it was in the news, she'd have missed it because of that alone. "Ya gotta remember, Rahne, that I was in a pocket of civilization that has never even seen a clock-work watch and things passing aircraft are dragons." She reached the front of the line and conversed briefly with the clerk. Just as this happened, Rahne asked her what she wanted, almost in unison with the server. "Uhm, you know what? After all this time, I think the best thing in the world would be a big cheeseburger with pickles and onions and alll the other good stuff." Halfway through speaking she'd switched gazes from Rahne to the lady behind the register. "That and some french fries." She cupped her hand around her forehead, now. The pain in the back of her brain was almost too much like a migraine to be comfortable. She was worried that she was going to lose more than her apetite right here and now. A slight tremor shook the immediate, only for a second as a sharp chill shot up her spine, resting right in her brain. She quickly caught herself and looked around as if to say 'Huh? What was that about? That wasn't my mutant power that did that! Prove it!' She dug into her purse and pulled out a five, handing it and the twenty in Rahne's direction. "Can you pick up my order? I need to sit down I think." Without waiting for a response, she set the money on the counter and moved away, towards a table with four chairs surrounding it. "Jussully...Jussully...what the heck is that? And what was Rahne saying about mind swaps?" Sitting down at the table and cradling her head in both hands, elbows propped on the table, she took a deep breath and shut her eyes. "Jussully...Jussully...what is- =This place would serve as a perfect base of operations in Supreste. Obsidian knew she didn't have to hide, but she didn't want to establish too much of a foothold here. She only needed to find one or two like minds that she could use to bring swift justice to those who had stolen her life. Yes, this will do. Thank you for pointing this out to me, its perfect. The smoky shades nodded in acceptance of her thanks. She was glad to have these friends in the fog, these ghosts of Nova Roma who guided her on her path. These disembodied voices who every so often showed their figures in the smoke she gave off. "Tomorrow we'll find friends, friends who will help us bring those traitors to justice. Yes. You're right. Long live the Republic, thank you for you're loyalty." Obsidian looked down to the book in her hand. Her mothers diary. She didn't need it any more. She stopped, let her body go. The touch of her hands, no longer inhibited by concentration, quickly incinerated the journal. She laughed, the spike in her mood sending tremors through the ground.= Flicker "Jussully...what the heck is that?" Opening her eyes, Amara stifled a scream. She wasn't in the airport. She was...in a warehouse? A warehouse that looked like it hadn't seen use in years. She took a few steps and a sizzling sound caused her to look down at her feet. Magma. Lava flowing from cracks in her legs, fiery rifts belching smoke and fire. She followed her legs up to her arms and finally moved her hands to her face. Stone, smooth, hard stone. In front of her, a burning book. =Her eyes went shut as the light around her suddenly flooded her vision. The sterile surroundings nearly knocked the wind out of her. Obsidian was in what looked like an airport. But it wasn't any of the ones in Jus Soli, at least, this didn't look like South America. What was more, she didn't feel like she had felt the last few weeks. Looking down to see the burning book in her hand, she was taken aback that not only had it vanished, her hands were free of the stone that had become her prison. Shooting a sidelong glance around, she began to stand up, but before she could...= Flicker Amara was in the airport again, accompanied by that sensation of falling one gets when waking up from a dream they had just been busy flying in. The headache was gone, the chills had left her spine, and she cast a worried look at Rahne, sweat dripping from her face like rain. |
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| Wolfsbane | May 9 2010, 04:12 AM Post #8 |
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"Heh, right. Cheeseburger with the works sounds lovely," Rahne said with a smile and a nod of her head. "After all, when in Rome, as they say. Or I guess, when in America, really." Rahne's head canted to the left in a very canine show of concern as Amara seemed to falter a bit, clutching her head in apparent pain. This was not a good sign. Sure, it could be attributed to a simple case of jet lag, perhaps strain from spending too much time on the plane, sitting down - or it could be a cosmically terrible case of bad timing. She silently cursed herself for even bringing it up, wondering if maybe that somehow triggered it. The slight tremor emanating from Amara clinched it. It was happening, because nobody trained at Xavier's would allow a slip of power like that. Not unless... it was happening. Rahne glanced around quickly, making sure that nobody was too concerned about it, but the few people in the terminal didn't seem to notice it. She offered a short, silent prayer of thanks that people can be so imperceptive. "Sure, sure," Rahne said as she took the cash. "Cheeseburger, with the works. Fries. You got it. You jus' sit back, I got this one." She gave one last wary glance to Amara as she stepped up to the counter and placed the order. Cheeseburger with the works for Amara, cheeseburger with ketchup and mustard, and a few pickles on the side for Rahne. Two baskets of fries, two soft drinks. The money was paid, change was given back, and a small plastic pyramid with the number "616" was handed to her. Not that it was necessary, as they were the only customers in the immediate area anyway, but it was the way the place ran its business. She made her way back over to the table, setting the number down on the edge, and placing Amara's drink in front of her as she sat down. "Amara!" Rahne gasped with more than a bit of surprise. She was coated in sweat. Drenched, even. Rahne didn't think that was physically possible with someone like Amara. "Tell me what ye saw," she said. She'd seen enough of this over the past few months at the school to have a vague understanding of what happened. |
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| Magma | May 9 2010, 04:34 AM Post #9 |
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Amara wiped her face with a napkin she'd torn from the dispenser in the table's center. Shaking her head, she was glad to see Rahne was at the table now. She was genuinely frightened. She felt stupid for letting her powers slip like that, but it was like she was no longer in control of herself. And then...that place. Where had she gone to? She had some very basic elemental mutations, control over very tangible and mundane things. She was no Jean Grey or Emma Frost or Xavier... When Rahne asked what she'd seen, she turned a frightful eye towards her. "I...don't know. Some-some sort of vision. Thats not right, I'm not a psychic, I don't do stuff like that!" He tone was hushed and urgent. "I-I move rocks and toss lava." She was almost immediately aware of hunger's return. She was also aware that incredibly more important things were at hand. "I was in some sort of old warehouse, like the ones you see in the movies...in front of me was this burning book...and then, when I looked at myself, I was covered in black rock and oozing lava everywhere..." She shook the thought from her head. And jumped as the food court called their number. "Oh great, now I'm all jumpy." "That had to have been some sort of spaz-out from being on a jet for ten or so hours. I can't predict the future. I just can't do that." She zoned out for a second. It hadn't even clicked that maybe this is what Rahne was talking about. Then, like a lightning bolt, she sat straight up. "Jussully...you mean Jus Soli?" Her mind's eye snapped back to the hideous vision. A derelict sign, propped up on one of the Warehouse walls. "A sign was touting that the stuff once stored there was all made in Jus Soli." |
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| Wolfsbane | May 9 2010, 05:04 AM Post #10 |
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"I know, Amara," Rahne said, reaching out and placing her hand over Amara's, patting reassuringly. "It's been happening with a bunch of us. Bobby Drake, Mister Van Leerson, Billy Kaplan... Scott... not a single one of 'em psychic." Rahne hated to give this information away. How does one tell someone else that they may be going away for an indefinite amount of time? "Some people have gone and come back, like ye just did yuirself," she said, taking a deep breath. "Others have gone an' stayed, an' been replaced by... by people we dinnae know. Scott's... he calls himself 'Ruby'... he's a professional bank robber, and... apparently, Bobby an' myself are members of his gang, and... I mean, I think that explains it as well as I can... Scott Summers... a bank robber." The guy at the counter came up with their food, and Rahne nodded a small thanks to the man and prepared herself to eat. "That's what it is. Jus Soli. Right. I hardly know what it is, myself. From what I've gathered, it's a mutant nation run by Magneto. Beyond that, dinnae know much." She sighed and shook her head. "I feel awful f'r tellin' ye all this, but... maybe, maybe if'n ye do switch over... maybe knowing a wee bit will help - I'm terribly afraid f'r our people over there. An' I miss 'em. I hope t' God ye dinnae go." |
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| Magma | May 9 2010, 02:07 PM Post #11 |
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Just as she had regained her apetites, a Rahne's description of current events she lost it again, along with all of her color. Switching minds? Crossing over? What if it happened again and she didn't come back? What would happen? What was this other version of her like? She shook her head. "No, no, no no no..." She looked back up to Rahne. "Who is causing this? Apocalypse you said? It has something to do with Apocalypse?" She thought that menace was dead, or at least long gone. How could he be coming back so soon? She felt sick to her stomach, but felt like she needed to eat something, and so she cupped a handful of fries in her hand, eating them slowly, thinking and zoning out. Was she ever going to have a normal day? The past year had been like a vacation, free of the troubles of the outside world. For the first time since she'd been back on American soil, she wished she wasn't, wished that she had decided to stay in Nova Roma where she wouldn't have been aware of any of this. Would that have even mattered? She probably still would have started going through this. It would have been worse in Nova Roma, where they were superstitious of gods and demons and all of that. They'd probably kill her, claiming her to be corrupted or possessed. "You said Cyclops and Bobby have gone and not come back?" That weighed heavy on her. Bobby had been one of her first friends, and Cyclops had been the one who found her. In her eyes, as they probably were to many others, the two were two mighty heroes who had fallen to this strange condition. If they couldn't resist it, how could she possibly hope to? "Rahne, did you see me a moment ago? Did I say anything or do anything?" |
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| Wolfsbane | May 9 2010, 05:52 PM Post #12 |
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A frown came over Rahne's face and she shook her head. "We haven't a clue what's causing it, but it seems t' be happenin' the world over. Everybody assumed it was some kind of... Post traumatic stress thing... But then it started happening to us, and with unconnected people talkin' about the same things... 'tis a complete mystery. Not a bit of it makes sense." Rahne shook her head once more, and picked up her burger, contemplating it as if it were something much deeper than it actually was and then took a bite. This whole thing was insane, and trying to explain it just made it all seem crazier. Like what was actually happening was just all the more absurd for the explanation. "Ye were stock silent," Rahne said with a solemn nod of her head. She hoped that this wasn't going to be like Scott and Bobby. She hoped to God it wasn't. But maybe if Amara had some knowledge of what was happening, if she knew something about the place, maybe she could have some kind of an advantage. "When we get home, ye should talk to Scott. Bobby too - maybe try to learn somethin' about this place in case yuir on yuir way there. 'Tis awful, I know, but... We all need to be ready in case it happens." |
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| Magma | May 10 2010, 06:06 AM Post #13 |
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She pushed the tray away, fully convinced that she'd lost her appetite. Her initial shock and fear was giving way to sudden resolve and determination. She couldn't let this revelation darken her spirts. She wasn't just a student any more, she was an X-Man, a protector of the world at large. If it was going to happen, it would, and the best she could do is to commit herself to some research so that she wouldn't be totally up the creek when the hammer finally came down. She cupped her face in her hands. "What a welcoming party" She chuckled nervously and looked up to Rahne. "You say this is happening everywhere?" She twiddled a fry in some catsup. "What are the ones the left behind like? How is Bobby?" Her brain was scrambled. Only back from Nova Roma for an hour and boom. Move over, Apocalypse! Next global crisis, you're up! She wondered if these horrible occurences simply stood in line and took a number, just waiting for their chanes to come along down from on high to ruin everybody's day. "Stupid world-wide crises..." she accidentally said outloud. Her eyes shot back to the table, then back to Rahne. She smiled and laughed, not sure if that was the appropriate expression. Rahne was right, she needed to talk with these pretenders to X-men fame. If she did somehow shoot across the dimensional gaps, she might be able to stand a better chance if she could gather some information on this other world, this darker world that was poking its way into hers. "Xavier has no idea what could be causing it? Thats probably the scariest part." She had come to the Institute when it was without the man, and his return after Apocalypse had been heralded as it were the second coming of Christ. She respected the guy, respected what he was apparently capable of. Respected his dreams. "How are the students taking all of this?" |
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| Wolfsbane | May 10 2010, 04:57 PM Post #14 |
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"Aye, an' I'm sorry f'r that," Rahne said, her face as genuinely apologetic as possible, with forehead furrowed slightly and lips tense and curled in. "As far as we c'n tell, it is. X-Factor's been taking people in out in Mutant Town t' try an' help 'em out, my mum told me of one of her coworkers over at Oxford that's been showin' signs... whole thing's a bloody mess," she carefully eyed Amara's burger before taking another bite of her own. "Oh, an' Bobby... ugh. He calls himself Winter, is about as bitter an' nasty as that name suggests, is apparently one of Ruby's gang members an' is just all around one of the most unpleasant people I've ever had the pleasure of meeting. 'Twas quite the shock, really. I mean, of all the people to turn out horrid an' disagreeable, I'd figure Bobby Drake t' be one of the last." Sure, she thought, there was Bobby's stint as a junkie a good while back under which he'd almost killed her, but that was an entirely different thing altogether. That time he had chemicals clouding his mind. This Bobby was just a miserable bastard period. "Not even the Professor knows. An' they're workin' around the clock to figure it out, but so far, nothin'. There's no pattern to it, no predictable timeline - all we know is that everybody who switches over is coming from the same place, and presumably all going to that same place as well. Kids are okay. Scared, naturally, but what else can we do? It's gettin' far too big to just cover up." |
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| Magma | May 11 2010, 07:46 AM Post #15 |
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She remembered Bobby's run in with the power-boosting narcotic. It was before she knew him. In fact, it was before she knew anybody, or for that matter anything about the strange world she'd just arrived in. She remembered the first time she'd talked to Bobby, how infatuated she became with him almost immediately. The very idea of him somehow being in harms way, in this world or another, was repulsive to her. And to think that he was now gone, replaced by some bitter. misanthropic creature whose very name inspired feelings of cold and dreariness, well, that was downright disgusting to her. She bit her lip, fidgetid in her seat, and looked on as Rahne ate. "Well, if its gonna happen, its gonna happen. Nothing I can do." At least I'll be here and not home. Heck, maybe this other version of me is a nice gal." Now that was just wishful thinking; stupid, wasteful, wishful thinking. If everybody else was turning out to be unhappy jerks, what was to say she wouldn't? Looking around the terminal for any signs of damage her little slip might of caused, She finally managed to take a chomp out of her burger, and setting it back on the plate, she savoured her first meal on home soil. She wanted to scream, but she wouldn't show fear in front of such an established member. |
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