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| Caught in A landside With No Escape from Reality; [one shot] | |
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| Topic Started: Dec 28 2012, 08:19 AM (188 Views) | |
| Alix | Dec 28 2012, 08:19 AM Post #1 |
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Telepathy, Telekinesis / Empathy
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September 16th Late night Red Hook Shipping Yard JP Once the rescue was complete, all the wounds had been healed and XFi was safely tucked away back into their own beds, Alix had paced. While Jamie had been concerned and had eventually convinced her to lay down, he'd fallen asleep far easier and far quicker than she had. There was still too much. More tasks, more missions. More things that had to be done. And so, without a word, she'd left their room and the Brownstone. No one would ever think anything different of her doing such things-- she'd always been someone who wandered or dealt with stress by taking on odd jobs. If anyone had even begun to stop her to ask what she was going to do after the trials of the vault, she'd give some polite, quiet excuse and they'd let her go. It was always that way. They all trusted her regardless of everything she knew. Of secrets and facts about every single one of them that she carried. Oh, she was respectful enough to never speak of them-- but it didn't' change that she knew more than she should. The gaps in her memories, the nightmares- all of it. She'd been like this for 2 years and by simple trust alone not a single person had questioned just what was going on. So she was left to her devices. Tonight, it was a meeting and a hand off. She'd complied without question as she had done throughout he last few months and had brought the girl-- the one she'd taken from the vault before anyone could've even begun to notice-- and had directed the mindless dock workers to load the container immediately. They'd complied with an unwavering loyalty that allowed Alix to stand waiting in silence for the orchestrator of all of this to arrive. Her silence betrayed nothing-- even now she seemed not the least bit concerned by the fact that the place she waited was nothing than a shipping container that was very much similar to the one she'd spent a month in all those years ago. The gentle lap of the water against the side of the boat's hull was enough to nearly lull him into a sleep while standing; it reminded him of his home back east. The wet sounds forced visions of wooden dock-streets in his old home that he used to walk at night, plying his trade in the hopes to make it a better place for everyone. In many ways, this was no different than that old version of what he was trying to accomplish – this was simply on a much grander scale. His resources were much more extensive... his people much more capable. “The things I do for the love of my people,” he sighed, closing his eyes as he inhaled the salt-tainted air deeply in his lungs. Perhaps one day they would understand what he was trying to accomplish, but until then... His head turned suddenly as he sensed a presence waiting for him on the other side of the ship, a ghost of a smile flickering across his features. He turned from the deck railing to regard the ship shrouded in darkness, mouth tightening only slightly at the fact that he had to work in such covert conditions. That his colleagues had to work under the same restraints. The ship's deck barely made a sound as he ghosted across it, approaching the shipping container that was marked especially for him. She was waiting for him before she went back to her loved ones... awaiting further instructions. “I trust you did not have too much trouble acquiring my prize, Alix,” he said as he approached the back of the young woman who had been waiting for him. “I hope no lasting harm came to it while you were apprehending it.” ::She was not difficult. The nanny makes compliance a complete and unquestionable process.:: She turned silently, her strange eyes raising to meet the male before lowering in expectant discomfort. It would've all gone without failure-- if it hadn't been for the brotherhood's interference. ::However.: she paused with a dullness of shame at her own failures. ::There were minor problems. Exodus was there, as was the woman Rage. I was not able to destroy them.:: There was a part of her-- the part that was taken over by whatever this was-- that had desired nothing more than utter compliance at the will of the being in front of her. But there was more to her than that minor part and glimpses of it still traced through. She wanted to be back with Jamie and the team, she wanted to be trustworthy, and to no longer have to do these things. But that was in the day to day. The parts of her that would not remember this later or would attribute it to some kind of nightmare were dulled to sleep through the tug of puppet strings she had no idea existed. ::What next?:: Her voice fell with the emotionlessness that had once been so prevalent in everything, but now had become restricted to these sporadic times of working for some unknown goal. He watched her in complete silence for a long time, eyes settled on hers for longer than should have been comfortable in normal social situations. Either of the two would have sent typical socialites running in terror at what they were though. They were monsters in the eyes of those who were deluded to think they had real power. He finally tore his gaze from her as a worker on the ship walked buy carrying a length of chain coiled around a thick shoulder, watching him for a moment before looking at the shipping container they stood beside. He reached out with a hand and ran his fingers up and down the length of one of its ribs. He could actually feel her through the thick metal of the metal box. “Exodus and the Brotherhood...” “The girl. Rage. She was with the Brotherhood?” he finally said as he looked toward her once again, “Why were they there in the first place?” She glanced thoughtlessly at the shipping container for a moment, her gaze falling onto it in quiet introspection. There were so many things that she could've been thinking about the box. About the girl inside, about her time inside of one similar to that-- it flashed through her thoughts with quick fury before subsiding. He spoke again, and her attention returned resolute. ::Not quite, though she is now for as far as I know. She was within the vault. Exodus found her and while I attempted to stop him, the attempt failed. They were there in the first place alongside members of Investigations when they started looking for missing people. This wasn't like the last one, where I could find someone to blame. Nanny found them-- us-- and. Well. She loves to have new children:: She answered in that same compliant voice, her ton even without the barest hint of reticence at giving up any amount of information towards either way. “I am aware of Nanny,” he mused softly... almost to himself. After several moments of silence, gazing at the box, he looked back at Alix, “You've done well. Go back home. Continue to watch those I've put in your charge for now. In time, I'd like for you to kill them. Until then, continue to give me regular updates on what you're doing. As you have been.” He finally dropped his hand away from the box, “Alix, I can't tell you how instrumental you have been to our operation. I don't think any of us could have done it without you. Perhaps one day I'll allow you to be a more overt part of things. Until then, keep up the invaluable work. And remember not to get too close to any of them. I doubt they will see next winter.” ::Thank you: She muttered without mirth, her gaze level, though distant to the point that she clearly struggled in some part. Kill them. There were many on that list, all of which she had gotten so close to-- some far more than others. ::Thank you, you are kind.:: She answered at his offer and the dim thanks that it meant. It was little, but it did mean much. The second part, however, caused her to pause. She was already close to them-- which he had to know-- and there was so much that they meant to her. ::Surely-- Surely they can live. Some of them, at least. They are strong and I could make them understand that this is the best way.:: It was nothing new. Every time there'd be mention of their deaths-- particularly those she cared the most about-- that glimmer of concern over those few would rise up. “No, child,” the man said with almost a kindly look in his eyes and a seeming sympathy in his tone, “They can't. They would disagree with my methods and every day that I keep them a liability, I risk endangering plans that have been in motion for a very long time. You've trusted me this far.” He reached out and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand in a fatherly fashion. In fact, to look at the pair of them... they almost looked as if they could have been related. “Trust me the rest of the way. When the time comes, they will die, and their deaths will save countless millions.” Underlying that gentle rebuke was a subtle force that could not be detected by the most keen observer... its harmonics were pure command – a force that demanded obedience because its owner knew best. This man was clearly not someone who was used to receiving arguments from the likes of Alix Smith or anyone else. The shipping container's opening slammed shut, chain rattling out of sight to indicate that it was being locked up. The man spared a glance in that direction despite the fact that he couldn't see what was going on. The ship would be leaving soon. “Do as I say Alix. I will take care of you just as I will take care of this little one you've brought me. You will be serving a greater purpose than you can ever imagine and have a life that you could never before have dreamed of. Your comrades at XFI will be serving a similar purpose in their own way. Do as I say.” She stared up at him silently, her eyes wide and intent onto his as any daughter might've been. Moments passed of silence before she quietly relented. Her eyes dropped and-- softly-- she nodded in absolute compliance. ::I understand. I am sorry for questioning you and will continue to abide by your wishes. Thank you for all that you have done.:: Her answer came in the same sort of respectfulness that fit the entire tone of the moment. As if to exemplify her devotion and compliance she turned and-- before anyone could be all the wiser-- returned to the brownstone and to the room she shared with Jamie where, finally, she was able to find rest that would turn all of the things that had transpired into a memory of a dream that she could never fully cling to. |
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