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| Expel Your Arduous Fears.; Roadkill. | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 13 2012, 05:31 PM (312 Views) | |
| Plague | Jul 13 2012, 05:31 PM Post #1 |
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After M*A*S*H Plague had almost been grateful to have retreated to the caves with her makeshift team, as it was the closet resemblance to home she'd seen in weeks. Where others would likely deem it unhealthy and flat out crazy to miss the tunnels, she had been longing for the Morlock's playground. The next closest thing was keeping company with her own and it was after her babysitting duty (least, that was how she viewed it, between the age gaps and the lack for sanity) that the grey woman sought out Roadkill. On one hand, she had been selfishly relieved to learn that he, too, had been captured, taking comfort in having family aboard this wretched planet. But if she dwelled on it for too long, it only made her feel guilty for harboring such feelings; no one should have to endure the nightmares produced by the green bastards, not even those she didn't call teammate. Without a means to contact Nick, she had to hope that his senses would instead lead him to her while Plague took to wandering the terrain where the groups had split. She was ignorant on which direction he had gone in or where he even was now. Assuming he could even break away from his duties, the mutant paced, her arms tightly wrapped around herself, warding off a cold not produced by being outdoors. |
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| Roadkill | Jul 15 2012, 06:40 PM Post #2 |
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Overall the supply run had gone pretty well. Roadkill had to guess that it had something to do with the element of surprise being on their side. The Skrull people were still getting used to the fact that their captives had escaped. Judging from what Nick knew of their generally low-opinion of his race they probably figured the hostages would be miserably cowering in some cave somewhere. Which was…sort of true. But before that they had struck out with well-planned and coordinated attacks. Now they were armed, and had provisions-nasty as they were. Now they had a fighting chance. When his team arrived at the meeting point he spent some time getting everything arranged. It was a miserable sort of victory, but a victory nonetheless. Callisto had shook up a little in a blast, but she seemed more or less all right. The one person he wasn’t sure about was Plague. Not that she was hard to find. They were all pretty much sticking as close to the core as possible. If they hadn’t drawn any attention yet, wandering around alone and getting caught was the last thing they needed. The key here was to keep the Skrull on their toes. Roadkill didn’t really want to know what would happen if they managed to get their stuff together and coordinated their own attack. With his unique brand of vision, Roadkill managed to pick Plague out of the crowd. It wasn’t too surprising that she was off by herself. Whether she wanted company or not, he headed over to her, letting her see him long before he got there to avoid any surprises. “Shouldn’t be too long,” he said with a little more hope in his voice than he was sure that he felt. “We got the best and brightest working on an escape.” He shrugged. “Not even sure where we are.” He was babbling. And he could feel her looking at him. “Come here,” he said and tugged her in for a hug. “S’gonna be all right.” |
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| Plague | Jul 16 2012, 10:27 PM Post #3 |
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It was a curious thing, this...these emotions that had been dormant and likely slowly developing into a boiling point, hastened by capture and torture and all things Skrull. Plague didn't pay much mind to the age gap (save for the first time, perhaps, but his charm and ease around her squashed any worries) and she had said before how much she appreciated his blatant disregard of the things said about her; of her ability. Where with most she relished in the fear that followed and had taken a liking to the invisible perimeter others seemed to build between themselves and her, there were, at least, a few Malladie trusted and wanted in her circle. She couldn't rightly say when or how it all came about, but if pressed, she guessed part of it had to do with their road trip months before. It seemed like years, now, but she had seen a side of Nick that no one else had since or before. She had shared with him the loss of his father and did her best to comfort, as lost as she was on the workings of such things. For all the bitching she had done during the trip, Plague had actually enjoyed the getaway and the chance to learn more about her sewer brother. "Shouldn’t be too long." The pale woman stilled in her frantic walking at the sound of his drawl and were he not the one to close the proximity between them, Plague would have surprised them both by doing so. Instead, with him having made the move, she allowed him to fold her up, uncaring of who saw or what they might think, say. She closed her eyes and buried her face into the crook of his neck, tittering at the display. "If you repeat a word of this back home, I'll cut your tail off, hear?" Though no tears fell, her voice was choked, almost raspy. It was frustrating, but she dealt with it, forcing the focus elsewhere. She pulled back enough to ask, "You're alright, then? You're okay?" |
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| Roadkill | Jul 18 2012, 09:12 PM Post #4 |
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The sheer sincerity of the moment caught Roadkill off guard, and hearing Plague giggle girlishly into his neck actually caused his breath to hitch in his chest. “Nah,” he said with a grin as he stepped back a little. “I won’t tell anyone you care,” he said. “Though I’m fraid your secret is already outta the bag.” He was long since used to the fact that she covered over sincere feeling with empty threats of graphic violence to his person. Beyond that, it was clear enough that neither of them would allow anything to happen to the other. It was that same kindred Morlock protectiveness plus the familiarity of a very good…friend? Suddenly he wasn’t totally sure the word fit just right. Wishing he had a smoke worse than he’d ever wished for anything, Roadkill put a hand up to his chin and thought about what she was asking him. “I’m…fine,” he said. And he was. Things could always have been worse. Stretching his senses out along as far as he could, he searched for Callisto, but she was outside his parameter. “Guess this answers a lot of questions though. I wonder how long we’d been livin’ with a Skrull leader in the tunnels.” The fact that he hadn’t picked up on it. The fact that somehow she’d fooled every single one of them…infuriated and terrified him. But Roadkill turned his attention back to Plague and tipped his head quizzically. “What about you? It doesn’t seem like they physically hurt any of us. But…how are you doing?” He heard the tightness in her voice and knew she was emotionally more stirred up than he had ever seen her. He hoped she understood what he was trying to ask. |
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| Plague | Jul 20 2012, 12:17 AM Post #5 |
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Needing grounding, wanting a distraction, Plague reached for his free hand and laced their fingers together like a corset, whilst her other hand tapped tunelessly along her thigh. She was struggling within herself, desperately trying to hold true to her 'could give two fucks' attitude about what those around her thought, but torn about showing her affections and concerns publicly. One couldn't care about part of it and exclude the rest. Which wasn't to say she even considered their age gap amongst the worried opinion of others, but that she more so worried for Nick's sake, and yet, again, a wall, because he had been one of the few to never once waver in his attention towards her. Something as silly as numbers would be a petty thing to worry about in his eyes, and deep down, she could see that. She knew it. Maybe it was all about conjuring excuses. She was snapped from the turmoil once Roadkill asked about her behalf, and she slipped easily into the skin she was used to, shrugging one shoulder. "No worse than the rest of us. I'm sure my fantastic singing annoyed more than just my body guards, but, hey, had to pass the time somehow, right?" Malladie dropped her gaze and sighed something soft, like a summer's breeze through a weeping willow. "I-" Just say it, Mall, come on. "Look, it's probably the whole near death bullshit we all just went through, but I worried. About you. And Callisto, just...whatever, don't make a huge deal out of it. Figured I should tell you in the event we don't make it back." She was nonchalant about being stranded here, potentially dying here, but it was easier that way. And she thanked every God in existence that her makeshift priest was blind, unseeing of the way he was undoing her. |
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| Roadkill | Jul 20 2012, 07:26 PM Post #6 |
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The nonchalant demeanor swept over Plague so suddenly that Roadkill could only heave a small sigh and shake his head in return. He could hear it in her voice, the ‘whatever’ detachment that made it look like she couldn’t care more or less about anything. But this wasn’t the first time that he thought it sounded a little bit…forced. In fact, this time he was almost positive that she was full of crap. “You somethin’ else, yeah?” But she started to speak, and he had a pretty good idea that it was coming from a place that she wasn’t all that comfortable with, so he just shut up and listened to her. Feeling her studying him carefully he kept his face trained to neutral as he listened, nodding a little. “I think I know what you mean,” he said seriously. “I was worried ‘bout you. I knew they had you here, but bein’ shut off in those rooms and not knowin’ if I was the only one they kept intact or not…” He hung his head a little, thinking back to those endless dark times, cut off from his power in a world that had gone irrecoverably black to him. But he didn’t do well with dwelling on things that could have happened, and he didn’t see much purpose in asking the ‘what if’s’. Right here was where they were, and what happened was what happened. So he looked up at her, tilting her chin up to meet his eerily accurate gaze as if he could in fact see right through her. “Life’s too short for bullshit.” Before she could respond he pressed in with a kiss, curling his tail around her waist to pull her against his body. |
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| Plague | Jul 23 2012, 08:28 PM Post #7 |
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“You somethin’ else, yeah?” The older woman just laughed through her nose and dipped her head once. "Truer words, Nick. Truer words." In all honesty, she should have seen the kiss coming. Why else would Roadkill be giving her that look, the monologue. What other reason was there to take hold of her face? And yet, she hadn't expected it. Where before, she had been the one to initiate, here and now, he took the dominant role. Instinct was to blast him: pox, mono, the ever appropriate rabies, but once it caught up to her, once the realization settled like snow about her, Malladie caved and returned the affections. Not like she had too much of a choice, bound by tail and flush against the Southern mutant. But then, she didn't really want another choice. It was nothing like their kiss shared in his bedroom back home; where that had been more for the means of distraction and Plague's way of comforting his grief, this was on the opposite spectrum. Their exchange now was all about, in his words, dropping the bullshit and accepting what had been slowly kindling in the hearth of their hearts. Damn the others, because if this was their last chance, the Morlock was fiercely holding on. |
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| Roadkill | Jul 25 2012, 01:59 PM Post #8 |
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The moment stretched on for some time, and Nick could feel the physical results of his sneak attack through her body. She tensed, and for a moment he was almost sure she was going to push him away and slap him…or worse. But as he broke through that tough exterior of hers he felt her soften, even giving in a little to something he guessed she might have been conflicted about. He didn’t know for sure, and honestly wasn’t planning on stopping to ask. Whatever her inner struggle was, she eventually dropped it, returning the unexpected affection with surprising tenacity. Eventually Nick came up for air, pulling back just far enough and leaned his forehead against hers breathlessly. He laughed a little. “Guess it’s a good sign that you didn’t give me rabies or some shit like that.” His tail constricted just a little, squeezing her in an embrace before letting her go. The look on his face hardened a little. “We gotta get off this rock,” he said with grim determination. “But it’s not enough for me to just get away.” He hated to admit it, but there was something particularly vengeful in the Morlock’s normally blasé outlook on life. “These bastards have to pay,” he said pulling back from her just a little. “And we gotta make sure they don’t consider comin’ back again for a second go.” The more he thought about it the more he realized that it was truth. As a thought occurred to him, he cocked his head a little and raised his brows. “You think you could brew up some special kind of infection for these bastards? We wouldn’t want to leave without a parting gift.” |
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| Plague | Jul 25 2012, 09:49 PM Post #9 |
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Odd how words and emotions associated with love made it sound so bad: hearts broke, you fell in love, you could be crazy for someone. Or now, in which Malladie felt like she was both drowning and floating at the same time, suffocating from the lack of oxygen. Nick stole her of breath in every sense of the word and she felt almost foolish for feeling such a way. But to be able to find a silver lining, a pocket of happiness amongst such tragedy and sorrow, would anyone truly blame the grey lady for holding tight so fiercely? When Nick disengaged his lips from hers, she tried to steady her breathing, eyes closed with concentration. For all the hell Plague gave him for his tail, it had mostly been in jest, for now she seemed grateful for the extra appendage. She gently trailed her fingers over it as Roadkill pulled it back towards himself, looking on him when he drew far enough away. She was just as vengeful and subconsciously the Morlock fingered her auditory trophies, a vile grin overtaking her features. "How long have we known each other, Roadkill? You've seen me do worse for less...it's my favorite part about being a mock Grim Reaper; the things I leave behind." Knowing that if she died, at least a small part of her carried on with fatal determination, taking others with her. "Sounds like you may have a plan, though. What is it and who else are we recruiting? Because I can already vouch for some and discredit others." |
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| Roadkill | Jul 27 2012, 03:06 AM Post #10 |
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Nick shrugged, the beginning of an idea beginning to swirl around inside his head a little. “Not sure I got much of a plan yet,” he said. “And not sure how much the others would honestly be into what I’m thinkin’ here, so this might be just you and me on this one.” Not that he suspected she’d mind that too much. He brought a hand up and scratched at the stubble on his face a little while he thought about it, his dark and unseeing eyes reflecting out on a desolate landscape. “Guess I’m just thinkin’ we only need to infect one or two of them. Somethin’ real catchy. Somethin’ that’ll make the Black Plague look like hayfever.” It sounded terrible to his ears even as he said it. He knew there were children amongst these people. He knew there was elderly and weak amongst them. What was he sentencing them to? He closed his eyes as he thought about it, and hung his head in shame. “I don’t know Mal. All I know is they’ll keep comin’ back. They would have killed us all-our whole planet without mercy. Do they deserve mercy?” He had a pretty good idea he knew how Plague felt about it. “I just want them to remember. They’ve already cost us a lot. I want to leave them with something to remember us by.” He turned and took her hands in his, his thumbs tracing over the backs of her hands as he faced her. “What do you say?” He said. “Could you cook up somethin’ for an alien species?” After he said it he knew he couldn’t take it back. The worst part was that he wasn’t sure he would even if he could have. |
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| Plague | Jul 30 2012, 07:10 PM Post #11 |
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Plague listened and hoped for more, something more solid or sound, but supposed she couldn't well blame him given their lack of resources and knowledge on the lime bastards. "Well, which is it? If I try to wipe them out, there won't be anyone to remember, but if you're looking for, shit, I don't know, permanent scaring or something of that nature, I don't think it'll work. If they can shape-shift into us, then I'm willing to bet they won't scar." She sighed exasperatedly, rubbing hard at her forehead until it left the skin irritated and pomegranate in colour. "What if it doesn't work? What if our diseases are nothing to them? ... Then again, what if something as simple as the cold to us is like the Black Death. "I mean, whatever, you know I'm in. I was in before you even asked, because taking ears only does so much when in comparison to the things they've done. Are going to do. This isn't even about revenge for Morlocks, this is justice for mutants period. Because right now? We need to stand together. Put the stupid factions aside and just...kick Skrull ass. fuck mercy. I'm not even considering it anymore." They had children, too. They had weak ones. It hadn't stopped the alien race from killing and taking, so why should Plague offer it? The contact did little to soothe her, but Mall appreciated the gesture all the same and she firmly held onto Nick's hand. Softly, she added, "Maybe we can convince Scatterbrain to join us? What about your team, anyone worth recruiting?" No way would the older woman ask either doctor from her own, nor the tiny one. Maybe Krane, but the others she hadn't really seen in action. |
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| Roadkill | Aug 1 2012, 11:54 AM Post #12 |
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“I don’t know what-“ He stopped in mid-sentence, abandoning the idea that he wasn’t sure what he was suggesting as a falsehood. He knew exactly what he was suggesting. If these things grew up thinking they could tear apart lives and wreak havoc on an entire planet with the goal of ultimate domination…they had to be shown that there were consequences. “No, you’re right,” he said after a short pause. “Fuck mercy.” “Mainly what I’m thinking is at some point we need to get one of those things alone, or maybe a couple of them. We could wound one of the soldiers enough to get him out of the picture, and when they come to treat his wounds others will get exposed to whatever we left him with. Something that spreads like wildfire through their ranks.” He frowned while he spoke, not taking any real pleasure in the idea. “But the timing has to be right. If we do this too early and we’re still stuck here we could risk exposing some of our group to it.” Like she said, they had no idea how any of the diseases they were familiar with would work on the Skrull. “What if we take one prisoner and test it?” He turned his ear outward to make sure nobody was listening. “I doubt we’d have any support with this idea at all, so let’s keep it between us either way.” The whole thing was going to require an extra dose of the secretive. He wasn’t sure how Callisto would react, but ironically he thought he knew for sure how the X-Teams would react. |
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| Plague | Aug 9 2012, 06:21 PM Post #13 |
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It was sadistic, likely, that his new found conviction and taste for revenge brought a smile to her face, but it was there nonetheless, eyes flashing with a sense of pride or crazy or...both. "Remind me to reward you for this once we're home, Nick. I didn't think you had it in you to actually keep up with me, but I gotta admit, it's a little...mmm, we'll stick with refreshing. Seems a safe enough word choice." The grey lady sighed something short, brain mostly occupied in thinking up what sort of poison present she wanted to bestow on their ever lovely hosts. At the suggestion of taking a prisoner, Plague nodded, albeit vigorously. She also took precaution and lowered her voice, saying, "No, yeah, that would be prefect. Let me know what I have to work with. It was torture not being able to infect anyone every time they got near enough. And if it doesn't work out or we're caught or whatever...I could just go Kamikaze on them." Not that suicide sounded so wonderful, but if it came down to it, if it meant saving others and getting her Morlocks and fellow mutants the hell off this horrid planet, then it would be an honorable and meaningful death. "But, you know, only as a last resort. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't interested in seeing what else you're capable of, Roadkill." He could take that in a number of ways, the innuendo subtle enough and the smile from before returning in a smaller form. "Now we just have to sort out how we're going to kidnap one the bastards and where to hide them." [align=center]FIN.[/align] |
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