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| Laid Bare; [Issac Bradshaw] | |
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| Topic Started: Jan 3 2011, 04:18 AM (463 Views) | |
| Chemistry | Jan 3 2011, 04:18 AM Post #1 |
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I've made a thread in the Lobby of the X-Factor building and I am looking for an X-Factor member to come talk to me and hook me up with the X-Men. Thanks! |
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| Koen Taylor | Jan 3 2011, 04:18 AM Post #2 |
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Date: November 1, 2010 Time: Noon Taylor glared at the computer screen before him, images and windows flashing across the screen at such speeds that most people might not be capable of comprehending. The young mutant was hardly paying attention to anything in particular, sparing each widow the slightest of slight glances before moving on. He couldn't focus properly on anything, not for lack of trying. Every window had been an attempt at distracting himself from the fact that Issac was now nulled and imprisoned. That he was likely and rightly pissed off. The rapid flashing of windows opening, closing, and minimizing increased in speed, just a little before Taylor became aware that his computer was overheating to a dangerous extent. As though he'd pulled a switch, the screen went black and the hum of fans and hard drives faded to silence. With that distraction gone, Taylor mulled over his options. He was never without something to do, but there were things that he could put off for a short while. As he descended into Sanctuary's jails, he arranged and rearranged his thoughts and words. He owed Issac a bit of an explanation, and as much as a part of him wanted to avoid it, he knew it wasn't just an issue he could skirt around. He could see the numerical designation for Issac's cell before he could see inside it. His pace slowed, but he didn't stop until he was standing directly in front of the cell holding the man who may or may not (Taylor was inclined to believe that due to recent events, the scale was tipped towards 'may not') still be his boyfriend. Before he spoke a word, Taylor's consciousness took up residence in the surrounding security system. He didn't need surprises, and he didn't need to be overheard. "Issac." Seeing him again, Taylor felt an odd mix of elation and despair. He wasn't sure how exactly he could free Issac without getting them both killed, but at least he was alive. It was a better fate than other SHIELD agents had been granted. "You should know that I'm sorry about this." The apology sounded lame even to Taylor's own ears. Sincere, but lame. He knew it wouldn't be enough; that he owed more than an apology. "Also, I'm sure you've put it together already, but I'm a member of Magneto's Brotherhood, and thus, a mutant." Although it had become obvious, Taylor was still compelled to say it to Issac. Many facts about him had been omitted in the months that he and Issac had known each other. He had to start somewhere. |
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| Issac Bradford | Jan 3 2011, 05:13 AM Post #3 |
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The first day had been hell. Issac was worn very thin. He had embraced the idea of death at the end of everything only to be rescued by Taylor. Everything was twisted in a very confusing way and clarity, it seemed, was very far from Issac's grasp. From what he could discern, his human friend turned romantic interest Taylor was a mutant and a brotherhood member. That alone shattered his perceptions of what was going on. The last thing he could remember was Koen knocking him out and then waking up in this cell. The beginning of every chapter of Issac's adult life started in a prison cell. CAGE, SHIELD, and now wherever the hell he was now. He was thankful he was alive, sure, but there was a part of him that was furious about everything. Hodge ditching them like he did, Taylor lying about everything and everything was topped off by the plastic cot he was laying on and the cuff on his wrist. The cuff wasn't all terrible, the humm of static that had settled into the back of his head for years now was silenced. So that was a plus side. The comforting silence was cut short when the terrorist in question stepped into the cell. Taylor said some words. Nothing Issac hadn't already figured out, and after a moment Issac stood and cut Tay short. "Okay, you know what? Shut the fuck up." He shoved his hands into his jean pockets and narrowed his eyes at Taylor. "I will open with a thank you. Thank you for not letting me die in a trap you set for me." Seemed like Issac was dropping everything on Koen's shoulders. "Thank you for a few months of lies. Thank you for the cuff on my wrist." He wanted to strike out at Taylor so bad. "I left the fact I was a mutant, so I could make a friend. But you knew that from the first moment. You must have." His voice trailed off and he stared Tay in the eyes. He felt so hurt. He thought he had found someone important. He wasn't sure what to think now. Issac stepped away and turned his back on Taylor. "So what are you here for anyway? I figured they were going to send a psychic down to root around my mind. Then kill me. Probably." He shrugged, he was way too comfortable with the concept of being killed. |
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| Koen Taylor | Jan 4 2011, 12:40 AM Post #4 |
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Taylor was in no mood to talk over Issac or add to Issac's anger, so when Issac told him to shut the fuck up, he did, leaving the remainder of his words on hold for the time being. The cuffed mutant spoke, again inciting conflicting emotions from Taylor. He was annoyed and apologetic at the same moment. When Issac was finished, Taylor spoke simply and directly. "I didn't set the trap for you. The Brotherhood set the trap for SHIELD." At the last moment, Taylor thought better and refrained from continuing with 'It wasn't personal.' He just wanted Issac to understand that he could no more have put a stop to Magneto's plan then Issac could have convinced Hodge to stay his hand. "There's a difference. I promise. It's subtle, but it's important." He paused a moment before speaking again. "And you will only be killed if you're believed a threat to the Brotherhood. We don't kill innocent mutants here." Taylor was only half-sure Issac was what could be considered an innocent mutant, though. He had only a vague idea what went on in Issac's head, not the complete picture that a telepath would. His criteria of what did and did not constitute an innocent mutant likely differed from Magneto's too. The near future was fraught with uncertainty, and Taylor was not happy with this fact. "I came to see if you wanted to know the truth. If you like, I'll tell you whatever you want to know." Taylor leaned against a wall before adding "About me, that is." Now was the time for filling in blanks and clarifying vague statements, not spilling secrets that weren't his to tell. |
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| Issac Bradford | Jan 4 2011, 01:41 AM Post #5 |
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"Innocent? Well thats up to debate." He sighed and slumped down onto the cold floor. Issac had only wanted someone to share things with. Everything was so screwed up that he only had a warped angry perception of what Tay had been doing. Issac felt like a kid. He wanted to sit there on the floor and just have a moment where he could cry. Everything important to him had been a strange blend of lies and poor choices on his part. He refused to cry in his cell. If anyone was listening or watching him and Taylor, he wanted to appear strong. It was paranoia on his part, but everything considered, a little paranoia wouldnt hurt him. "Were you watching me Tay? Was any of... anything..." He trailed off and felt a pressure behind his eyes, he fought it back and took a deep breath. He didn't like feeling this way. He was a grown man and he was about to cry over another person. After that he just stayed quiet. His back to Tay he just folded his arms into his chest to make himself a little bit warmer. He couldn't come up with words that would make him look any less weak than he already felt. |
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| Koen Taylor | Jan 4 2011, 11:42 PM Post #6 |
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"Watching you?" Taylor wasn't sure which period of time Issac was talking about, but it hardly mattered. He hadn't the time nor patience to sit outside of Issac's apartment complex, waiting and watching to record and report his every action. "I have never been in your presence without making you aware." Taylor hesitated a moment, considering the wisdom of continuing. "Not since the first time we met." That day in Grand Central, when Issac had tried to stop him from causing the death of thousands. He was near certain that Issac hadn't previously discovered what, precisely, was the result of Taylor's mutation and thus hadn't realized that their conversation in that little cafe had not been their first encounter. He didn't want to lay on more reasons for Issac to hate him, but at the same time he hadn't the desire to tell more lies. Since Issac seemed unwilling or incapable of finishing his question, Taylor finished it for him, his expression more incredulous than surprised. "Was it real? Was it an act?" A light shade of red tinted the cyberpath's cheeks, his voice raising just a little bit as he continued. "Wouldn't you say that bringing you here is a bit much for a game of make-believe?" The fact that Issac's question could possibly be a valid one was washed out by the anger that had sprouted from seemingly nowhere. He'd expected Issac to be pissed. He'd expected Issac would want to know the truth. He'd expected Issac wouldn't properly trust him anymore. He had not expected Issac to consider that Taylor would repeatedly place himself in danger for some guy that he was simply pretending to like. Did he really come off as such an idiot that Issac would believe that Taylor would go out of his way, toe the deadline down to seconds of Murderworld's destruction, and risk being accused of treason for some dude he didn't even really like? "If I don't care about you, then I bother coming here?" Taylor's voice was still rising almost to the level that he might alert somebody, but the voice of reason wasn't loud enough to get through to him. "If I was just acting like I cared about you, I would have left you to burn with the rest of them like you were supposed to! I would have hunted you down and killed you myself!" The cyberpath wasn't sure when he had ceased thinking before he spoke, but hearing himself say those last words jarred him back into a mindset that was much less like a angry child. Taylor had never before experienced a moment in life that he'd truly regretted something he said. That very instant, as he stared at Issac, he realized that this was a milestone moment for him, and he hoped that he hadn't gone too far. His eyes found a wall to look at as he took a deep breath and collected his thoughts. Carefully selecting his words, he spoke quietly. "When I told you how I felt, it was the truth." |
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| Issac Bradford | Jan 5 2011, 12:40 AM Post #7 |
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He sighed and let everything Taylor said process. He never interrupted. Every word Taylor was shouting was important. It shifted the logic in Issac's brain and pieces started falling into place. Whatever this entire affair had started out as, it was very different now. Taylor was stronger than himself. Taylor could have ended things at any point. In more than one way. He stood up when Taylor finished. He looked to him right as he whispered the truth of everything and he nodded. "I am supposed to be dead. IF it wasn't for you, I would be. I would have died with all those people..." he trailed off. He was having a hard time caring anymore. About either side. He just wanted to live. No more fighting. He wasn't cut out for it. "You are the only one who cares Taylor." He gave him a soft forced smile before stepping away and in the direction of his cot. "Noone else does." "I should be sad about that, but I am not. I should be sad about all the people who have died, but I am not." He plopped down on his cot and started laughing. "Where are we anyway? They called it 'Sanctuary' on the Radio. One of the last things I was able to make sense of." |
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| Koen Taylor | Jan 5 2011, 06:25 AM Post #8 |
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Taylor had to work to relax himself. He was glad that Issac seemed to get it, but that was only icing on a cake he didn't have yet. He'd been prepared for Issac to want nothing to do with him after their situation had been resolved. He hadn't come into this cell seeking approval or acceptance; only an understanding and some peace of mind. His head was already hectic, a ceaseless procession of numerous and rapid thoughts. It had always been so, but Taylor had lost some of his ability to focus since the battle, barely a day ago. He needed to relieve some of that stress. Raising an eyebrow, Taylor removed his gaze from the dark corner of the room and returned it to Issac. "I thought I told you that I'd tell you anything you'd like to know about me." He spoke calmly, emphasizing the last two words by speaking them in a slower cadence. Taylor had erased the tracks of his presence in the cells, but that didn't mean that it was impossible for him to be noticed. His control extended only to the technological recordings employed, and there were mutants with enhanced hearing and psychic abilities about. Anything was possible in the company of mutants. The past few years had taught him that much, if absolutely nothing else. He thought of the situation in simple terms. If Issac ended up dead, it wouldn't matter if he knew what Sanctuary was or not. If he lived, then It wouldn't matter whether Taylor told him or not; somebody would. The only way he could phrase an answer without lying or revealing more information than was safe was: "I don't know exactly where we are. And this place is exactly what the name implies." |
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| Issac Bradford | Jan 30 2011, 08:20 AM Post #9 |
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Issac wasn't good at reading people, but with Taylor, he had gotten close enough to notice things. Usually he had found it cute before, when he thought the other was holding information back. Before he thought it was just because he was shy to share too much. Now he knew different, but it was still there. He could see Taylor considering his words careful. It annoyed him. "Look. If you can't give me a direct answer, at least preface things with that fact." He rolled his head to the side to look Taylor in the eyes. His eyes drifted away and stared at the floor, as if looking at Taylor hurt his eyes. He wanted to stare forever, but he was too angry and confused to let that urge take him for long. "Thank you though, for what you are able to tell me. It does help a little." He felt pulling at his heart, wanting to forgive Taylor. Which was in conflict with every other cell in his body, which wanted to choke Koen. "I have alot running around in my head right now Tay..." He drifted off for a moment, closing his eyes and trying to sift through it all. "Maybe one day soon, I will be able to put words too all those little demons. But right now there is too much static." He felt like he should have some sort of concrete response for Taylor. A yes I hate you or a no I love you kind of thing. But he was being honest. There really was too much static to know for sure. |
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