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| It will Never Be Lupus; [Jamie & Later spiral][XFI-- pm] | |
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| Topic Started: Jan 16 2013, 06:34 AM (449 Views) | |
| Alix | Jan 16 2013, 06:34 AM Post #1 |
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January 2nd, early evening After the events of NYE Honestly, she didn't remember anything past Emma unceremoniously kicking her from the edge of the statue of liberty. She didn't remember calling Jamie Whitney Houston, or confessing that through the fall, she'd dislodged or broken or something when she'd hit part of the statue. She didn't remember the effects of hypothermia settling in and starting her into cardiac arrest. All she had-- all she knew-- was that her mind was still a mess of jumbled minds. It was exactly like when she'd been younger with her abilities fractured under the strain of everything that had gone on-- from drinking to hypothermia to facing down a telepath that exceeded her current skill level. Even on her best day a face off against the likes of Emma Frost would've meant a struggle. But the state she'd been in? She couldn't even begin to fathom just how cold she'd been. Or how bad everything had hurt or how exhausted she really had been until it was far too late. Looking back, it'd likely been more hypothermia than her abilities that had caused such a crippling loss. And, damnit, she'd lost another coat. The first day, she'd slept. No amount of prodding had pulled her from respite. They'd stabilized her through the morning and by the night of the first, she was concious, it'd just been a matter of getting her back into a stable state. It wasn't until the second that she actually woke up and even then-- it'd been a haze. When she'd finally come completely around it was the evening and there was still a great deal wrong with her. Machines of all varieties were hooked up to her-- most of them from the sort of doctors that specialized in her sort of state. In mutants. Those machines, her state, and the entire thing only made her look all the more tiny along the grand scale of things. More fragile. Emma had said something along the lines of she'd shatter Alix and, really, she'd done a pretty good job of it. But no matter the fragility, it was still Alix. She was still expectantly restless. Being in the same room without moving for days on end-- no matter how off everything was in her abilities still-- only served to frustrate all those things that she stuck by regardless. She wanted to be outside helping. She wanted to be on cases that had been left. She wanted to be helping with the melancholy and sadness that was in Jamie and, frankly, concerned her more than the fact that she very well had nearly died on the Statue of Liberty. There were people who needed help. The cleanup was well underway and she should've been helping. None of them, however, would listen to her requests for it and after the first few refusals on her attempts to say she was fine, she'd given up-- mostly because she knew they were right and that it'd only make her teammates worry. In it all, her vision had been damaged in the fight and eyes that had once been a bright white and black were still muddled with traces of blood. Her right arm had been broken and while healers would've normally been available, it hadn't been like Purifiers attack. Her state of health was far from back to speed and there were enough medicines that she was taking that to go traipsing on cases would've been foolish. On top if it all, her mind was hardly recovered from the strain and Emma's attack. But through it all there was Jamie at her side. Others on the team had visited for short bursts throughout th day-- but there hadn't been a single moment-- even in that first day where she'd only been vaguely conscious-- that he hadn't been there in the room. Originally, the hospital staff hadn't planned on allowing it. But when he'd made it clear that he was not going to take no for an answer and that he was-- realistically speaking-- the only real version of family she had, they'd relented. Of course, it'd had a great deal to do with the simple fact that she-- as meek as she was about it all-- had been there through everything since the start of Mutant Town. She'd fought for them with everything she had and so, with no small shortage of the filling out of forms, Jamie had been allowed to take the seat of family. Various others of the Brownstone had come by throughout the day-- though they mostly came in short visits as there was still so much work to be done. So that left Jamie. She assumed that by this point in the evening, she'd literally seen every episode of Magnum PI, though not a single bit of it bothered her. Without the hospital staff to stop them just for the moment she'd inch to the side, make space for Jamie, and pass the time with the sort of relaxation that was pretty much the only real time they'd had to actually relax. Vacations weren't far off the table, however, and both had lingered on ideas throughout the day. Nothing about the hospital was comfortable, however, even with him there. If she could've, she would've forgotten everything from that night. The mistakes, the cold-- none of it had gone the way she'd wanted and she couldn't help but to feel all together guilty about what she'd done and caused. There was no hiding that she was sorry. So very, very sorry. She couldn't fathom-- even with her abilities-- the sort of worry that Jamie was and had been going through, and how much this was eating into what she thought might have already been thin resolve on the values of his ability. She'd done what she had to-- but she should've stopped. She should've known. But then Emma had been there and who knew what would've happened if Alix hadn't stopped her. Looking back now, based off what the hospital staff had said, she'd not made the best choices as well due to all the effects of the cold. It'd slowed her mind then and now only compacted the events of New Years Eve onto guilt that had already existed beforehand. Which brought her to stir from casual TV watching to bring up one of the many things that worried her more than anything else. ::Jamie?:: Her gaze rose quietly to his, breaking the sound of Tom Selleck on the TV screen. ::I hadn't gotten a chance to say this earlier-- before--you know--:: she looked downwards silently and let her gaze fall to her state before raising back onto him. Gently and with purpose, she moved her hand to close over his own in that sort of easy silence that was everything she was. ::--I went and talked to Moira. To try and--:: Another thoughtful pause. ::--Help how things have been.:: She almost let it go back into the 'we understand without saying' mindset, but decided against it. She had to say it. She had to speak and get this out into the open. Literally-- not like with the mind reading and all the other intutions they each had into each other's states. ::I mean about how you're feeling. When it all slows down and it's just me and you alone in the middle of the night. When I'm supposed to be asleep. The missing pieces and melancholy and all of that. I thought maybe she could help. She's got no idea either-- but she wants to help figure it out. If you want to, that is.:: Her thumb traced fondly across the top of his hand with the sort of absentness that came from such earnest moments. ::I'm sorry. I know I should've not gone on my own. But I was worried. And there's been so much with Kyle and trying to track down Spiral and the various usual things that never stop--:: Another pause came, in the sort of moment where she would've perhaps dismissed the sort of thing that had been bothering her, but-- in the revelations of the moment, she didn't hide away. ::My memory and the nightmares are getting worse. I can't fix that, though, so I thought-- you know-- maybe at least we could work out what's eating at you.:: If she'd been more savy towards movies, she would've thought of a "Whats Eating Gilbert Grape" tie in. But she wasn't, so she didn't. So she continued. :: I didn't want to go and her say "well I don't know" and then have you feel like it'd never go away or anything, but then I guess I'm telling you now that she didn't know the answer and that's the same. :: she paused and took a deep breath. She'd gotten barely worked up over it and, pointedly, she needed to calm it down. Next to them, for a moment, there was an escalation in one of the machines and, barely, she relaxed. The machine's pace slowed and she smiled-- small and tired, but there. ::I don't know what we can do, or if there's even anything. But I wont give up on it. I'll go anywhere and do anything for you to feel whole again. It's not fair that you have to feel this way for the rest of your life. There's gotta be a way for you to not have to feel like this, and for us to be able to have our link back. We almost had it, didn't we? On the docks. On New Years. It wasn't all there-- but it was something, Right?:: With other people she would've never been so vulnerable. It'd been proven time and time again-- even now when the others would come visit, she'd put on some kind of calm face, make a joke about Jamie and Magnum PI reruns, ask about how clean up was going and then all the usual things that they would all always expect of her. |
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| Jamie Madrox | Jan 16 2013, 07:37 PM Post #2 |
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Hours melted into hours as Jamie sat by her side in the hospital. She was stable. They told him it was okay and that he could go-that there was nothing to worry about. But they had no idea what in the hell they were talking about and in an earnest moment of profound sincerity he locked eyes and told the doctor that he wasn’t going anywhere and that they would have to forcibly drag him out if they wanted him to leave. In the end…all things considered, the doctors did not see any reason for that to happen and he was given a pass to stay by her side. So long as he was quiet when quiet was called for. She needed her rest. And as he hoped when she finally came to-his was the first face that she saw. Her voice cut through his dreams and he woke with a start, dropping the television remote to the cold tile floor with a clatter. But he paid it no mind. Leaning forward he looked into her eyes and seeing that she was okay he smiled and grabbed her hand and miracle of all miracles he didn’t say a single word until she seemed to be done. Of course he couldn’t keep the expression of his face from registering discomfort or surprise at the idea that she had gone to Moira about him. It felt an awful lot like an intervention. But he knew her heart behind it and he knew how much she cared about him and so he looked at the motivations more than how the action made him feel and any discomfort just slid right away. “Yeah we did,” he said. “We did have it there for a second.” His smile was tight. He’d thought many times that perhaps it was just a thing that Prime could do. Having had a finger hold on the bond again was both encouraging and discouraging at the same time. He gently brushed a lock of hair out of her face and looked down at her fondly. “I know you would. And I’ll talk to Moira.” He didn’t know what it would do, but he’d try. The thing was that he wasn’t whole. He knew he wasn’t. It wasn’t like a dupe had gone missing…Prime had been erased. It was the core of him that had been ripped out. But he did his best to keep those thoughts from her. “I’ve had Magnum on the whole time you were out. I figure some of it had to get in, at least eventually it would.” He stood up and unzipped his jacket. “And I had these made,” he said as he pointed at his T-shirt. It had a picture of Trevor with a tiny body and he seemed to be hovering over the Statue of Liberty. “Well…one of the dupes had them made.” He lowered his coat and turned around where it simply said ‘Thaur can be only one Trevur.’ Looking over his shoulder at her he smiled. “Best Ah coods dae, lassy.” The jokes were there as always, but Jamie knew exactly what he owed Trevor Fitzroy. And he did not take that lightly. “I had one made for you too.” He reached into a bag and pulled it out, modeling it for her briefly before laying it across her lap. “That would not have gone well without him there. And for bringing you back to me I owe him one in a big way.” |
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| Spiral | Jan 17 2013, 05:38 AM Post #3 |
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"Where's Docotr Gedacter?" "He's on break." She said as she moved through the halls of the mutant town Hospital. It was busy as could be given the terrible, terrible things that had just happened here. They were still shipping the lesser damaged to outlying infirmaries. This however was a house call, and the woman, thin and lanky but not in a wholly unattractive way, pushed her glasses up her nose and adjusted her name tag as she stepped into an elevator with her colleagues, adjusting her coat collar as the lift lifted upwards. "So do you think this is another invasion?" One asked nobody in particular. "I don't know. It's times like this I wonder why I even stay in this goddamn city." Replied another. "It's something inside us all, I think. This job isn't all about the money, it's all about helping people, fixing them, caring for them right?" Said a third. The whole elevator behind her erupted into laughter. "It's actually all about a power trip." Came the most recent entry to the group. She turned to face them with a smile, long, wavy brown hair bobbing about with the spin. "You all have issues, varying ones, each of them tying to some loss of control over some aspect of life in your youth. It pushed you to want to be looked up to, to be loved and revered for providing a service not many people can. You figured hey, spend 10 years in school, get paid to poke around people's innards and outards, and retire on a fat pension come the golden years. It's hard, sure, but hey, it's not working in a steel mill right?" Her smile shot wide as the door opened to her floor. "And hey, who doesn't love that orgasmic rush of godhood when you tell a 30 year old father of two cancer's going to punch his ticket in six months?" she said as she turned to leave. One of the doctors grabbed her arm and she turned to face him through her glasses, big blue eyes staring into his hazel gaze. "Who the hell are you?" She smiled. "I am the Walrus." She smirked. "Coo coo cachoo." "I'm calling Security." The hand he held sprayed a cloud into the mans face, and almost immediately he began to scream, his face boiling away to a viscous genetic soup as it spread across the tile. She looked around at horrified faces and smirked. "Well, that escalated quickly." Hands tore through the white lab coat, and each one found a gun somewhere in the spaces between spaces. Gunfire erupted and in a split second she was outside the appropriate door. Kicking it in, she looked between Multiple Man and Alix. "AND LO THERE WAS A SPIRAL, AND SHE WAS RINKY DINKY DOO." |
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| Alix | Jan 17 2013, 06:26 AM Post #4 |
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She'd known as well as anyone else that the expressions in respnse to talking to Moira would've come. But-- well, she'd seen no other way. She'd never been someone to sit by as things happened. She had to meddle, she had to do something. Even if ultimately there would be nothing to be done, she'd go until there was nothing left in order to make sure. He brushed hair out of her eyes and she smiled up at him. Through it all, she could feel him trying to keep thoughts thoughts from her and, barely, she looked on. She didn't press it, given the current moment-- but somewhere between new years and now, she'd resolved. Maybe they couldn't have their link. Maybe he'd feel like he was missing parts of himself and wasn't whole. But she'd be honest. ::Now that-- that's a tshirt.:: He held one up for her and she laughed warmly as he laid it out on her lap. She took it and fondly regarded it for a few moments before glancing back towards him there were no words, really, how much the humor really lifted her spirits. If she'd been alone-- if she'd woken up in a room with nothing but the minds honing in down on her.. well. It would've been a far different moment. ::Forget anything else, this is so what I'm wearing when I get out of this place.:: Her smile held, though faltered as her mind began to wander. She could tell there were lots of people in the hospital-- many for the same reasons she was-- and that there were lots more out. Her mind reeled under their thoughts as she stared onwards. She didn't hear Tom Selleck in the background. ::It was pretty much decided about half way through you kissing him that there's no way he's not joining us.:: She grinned. ::I mean, really. You can't kiss a man and not bring him home. It's just not right, you know? Especially if he's Scottish.:: It was stalling, but well intended. She didn't particularly want to jump into the worries of Mutant Town but she could never stray too long from the town or her team. She had to know how things were. What was going on. ::How's things? You-- you weren't hurt, were you? You or Trevor. And the rest of them? What happened to cause this besides it being some guy named Namor? Is there video about it-- news reports and all? Perhaps we can look over it and start deciphering some things and find out more.:: She almost seemed to start more, however, when she stopped. Her gaze fell towards the door with a great deal of strain-- more so than would've been there in the past-- and with a start, she sat straight up. Her abilities may have been muddled, but there was no way she could miss what was going outside of the door. Screams and gunshots erupted and given the thoughts that rallied through the minds-- ::It's Spiral.:: She said to Jamie in the breath of the millisecond before the door was kicked in with a rush of feelings and chaos in the 6 armed woman's wake. Shaky and uneasy, she looked towards Jamie with startled, tired bewilderment before back towards Spiral. Nervous. Fearful. For as much as she and him and the whole world of heroes could handle, she really did wish there could be a whole day-- a whole recovery-- before something else would come.But here it was and, silently, she hoped no one in the hall was to bad off. There was nothing she or Jamie could do right now, however, and so there was only talking with the sort of slow and easy pace that she used to keep people calm; not that it worked on Spiral. It always seemed like playing nice was what kept Spiral mostly at bay; that folding to the knowledge that if the woman so desired, she could bend so much of everything to her will and destroy so much of everything. Kyle alone was proof of that-- along with a long string of crimes. It didn't change that the things that she had said when Kyle had been returned were never too far from her memory. But a the same time-- she was tired. There was so much that had happened in the past week that she really just didn't want to think about whatever it was that the woman was here for and so, silently, she glanced towards Jamie-- deferring to him. ::I don't know what I can do. Just talking is taking it from me.:: She would've gotten up, really, but she knew full well that she herself wasn't even to that stage yet. So she sat stoic in as much bridled discomfort as she could reign in. |
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| Jamie Madrox | Jan 17 2013, 10:52 PM Post #5 |
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“Oh he’s not going anywhere,” Jamie said in agreement to Alix’s appraisal of the Trevor situation. It was funny. A few months ago and nobody would have given him a second glance. He could have just been another strange face walking down the street or just some guy that you sat next to at the bar. Actually the latter was far more likely. But through the workings of fate and if you believed in it-luck- they had become closer than friends and very much like family in an extremely short amount of time. Jamie trusted Trevor more than he trusted some people he’d ‘known’ for years. Wasn’t that just the way it was sometimes? “And yes. I kissed him. I’m not ashamed of that fact. I didn’t use any tongue…just so you know. It was a manly kiss.” That would be debatable by small-minded people like Guido and Blake. But as far as Jamie was concerned they were just hella jelly. “And yes I’ll fill you in completely on the whole Namor business.” He knew he could just let her access the files out of his mind but it was far more rewarding to use his mouth to make noises at her and communicate that way. He had missed her so. “I’ve gone over the footage dozens of times here on the laptop.” He gestured at the computer that was plugged in across the room. “They’ve let me stay up and do my work and only got mad once when I was playing Tetris too loudly apparently-“ He suddenly realized that she wasn’t paying any attention to what he was saying and instead she was sitting up and looking at him with a most uncomfortable expression in place. When she said the name of the multi-armed teleporter Jamie knew why she seemed so uncomfortable. His face felt cold all of the sudden. He didn’t know much about what drove the woman, but he did know that she had a couple of screws loose. And a visit from her was not exactly welcome right now. Right on cue the door flew open and Spiral strolled in. Jamie couldn’t help it; he stepped between the two women. His face was totally devoid of humor as he regarded her. “There may have been a time when I would have made a joke right now. I might have been welcoming…even friendly. And I’m really trying to be that Jamie right now because I think that Jamie is still who I want to be deep down.” He took just one step forward. “But you just kicked the door in to the hospital room of the woman I love very much. And I have to know…what do you want? Because if it’s trouble…I don’t think you’ll like what you find.” |
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| Spiral | Jan 18 2013, 12:44 AM Post #6 |
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Standing there, guns hoisted, pandemonium in the halls behind her she regarded the two star-crossed lovers the way a lioness eyed something straggling from the heard. Her hands slowly worked pistols into holsters and she took a step forward, and then another, and third until she stood just in front of him, head canted down ever so slightly to connect with his eyes. "You people are different, you know. There's no glory in what you do. You don't show up in newspapers, you don't have a fancy secret hideout, and you sure as hell don't get the easy end of the stick." Lids fell down over those bionic eyes so that all that escaped were burning slivers of light. "And here you are ready to tussle with me because I wanna kidnap your bedwarmer." Her head moved to the side, looking down at the Taurus revolver at her hip, one eye looking to him as a cheshire grin grew across silver lips. "You lost your heart somewhere, Jamie Madrox. Stolen by a bullet. Sad really, the best, whollest part of you withering away in the ground, a rotted slice of hope that acted as a keystone to your being." Spiral looked past him, to Alix. "Maybe, Jamie Madrox, when that slice of you comes around again, I'll make sure it finds its way to you. Make you whole again. Make you half a challenge." Her bionic arm moved forward to grab him by the nape, holding him along side while she looked to the empath who was, at this point, integral to so many things both overt and obscure. "Our mutual friend is off the map, Alix, and thus is my hand briefly unstayed. You have something that can be of use to me, come along and give it freely and I won't harm a hair on your head." She looked to Madrox, setting him down. "Or his." |
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| Alix | Jan 18 2013, 03:42 AM Post #7 |
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From behind Jamie, Alix gave glaring twitches of emotion that crossed her features without respite. There were attempts towards power. Of trying with every fiber to muster something-- anything to end what was happening. To stop this train she knew couldn't be stopped. But when there was nothing and Spiral started to speak about Jamie's heart and loosing it and all the things that they'd known somewhere deep down to be true, a great well of anger flew up from her core. Before she could really reign herself in, she responded. ::You're a liar! None of that is right--It's not true. He's more soul than anyone you could even begin to know.:: There was a telekinetic shove-- perhaps the smallest she'd ever given-- that went against Spiral as a meager attempt through all the struggle that her mind was in. She drew a ragged breath and in A flurry of movement that would've upset any one of the doctors (though likely it wouldn't matter now) she stood, only to have to settle back against the bed with one hand for support.She shook barely, but held herself firm regardless. She knew how this ended, no matter what she wanted and no matter how badly he wanted-- just once-- for things not to crop up and decide to destroy even the smallest moment of happiness they could manage to carve out. She traced it back silently and decided-- that all of this was her fault. She'd started this. Layla had been right. She should've never given in to that small glimmer of happiness that was a few months over a year ago now. The skrulls-- Jamie-- it all flashed back before her eyes. When they'd tricked her, made her think that Jamie had been in danger and that by choosing to be taken without a fight, she'd somehow be saving Prime's life. She hadn't-- because that would've been too good an ending-- and somehow it'd all been the furthest from the truth. It'd been her fault and like Beta who'd had doubts about her on Skrullos, all those things cropped back up in the back of her mind. There was no time for that, however and with dull silence crossing the room she stared as Spiral continued. Talk of Mutual friends-- whom Alix did not know or understand-- and the threat. That same threat that came every time they were forced into this. Her eyes dropped to the bed and-- in pain or sadness-- shut tight. Her hands didn't move, nor did she. Perhaps, if she'd been someone who could speak, she would've been whispering to herself on considerations and thoughts-- something. But there was no sound as she went through what they both knew was painfully true. She struggled with the knowledge that neither of them could go after Spiral. She'd seen it-- sen Skrullos. Knew the things that had gone on and what capabilities the woman had. There were few, she imagined, who could actually face the woman and survive it. With all that clear-- which she imagined Jamie in all of his deductive prowess would gather as well-- she glanced towards them both, but lingered onto Jamie silently-- almost pleading with nothing before finally speaking up. To Spiral she'd understand the body language enough to know that Alix was, in a whole, not going to resist. She couldn't, even if she'd wanted to. ::If I go without us fighting-- maybe it'll be like Kyle. Something bad, but survivable, right? If we fight-- she'll kill us. I know it. I can see it even without my powers. But--:: She paused and took a grip of the sheets, steadying herself with what looked to be easy but was, in all, near impossible. ::This isn't your fault, alright? I know people say that and it's all-- patronizing and stuff-- but I mean it. You can't feel guilty; I just-- I don't know what to do. It's like with the skrulls-- it's something more. Something beyond us and because we're the front lines, we loose so much. So we wont be the generals and we don't have a bunker to hide im... but they never have any fun parties, anyways. It's all meetings and logistics. Boring, you know..:: She smiled and continued, her voice calm despite every notion saying that she should be feeling otherwise. ::But when I get back, we're going on a vacation. I don't care what happens to make it seem like we can't, we deserve it. You deserve it. We have to. You can choose where we go, though. I don't know enough about any of that stuff. Drinks with umbrellas. That's all I want. Well. And maybe that promised speedo.:: She held the smile through whatever vague emotions were cropping up at the back of her mind in attempts to somehow make this better. ::And you better save my Trevor tshirt. That's the first thing I want to wear when I get back.:: |
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| Jamie Madrox | Jan 18 2013, 12:14 PM Post #8 |
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Deep inside Jamie started to feel something begin to come undone. As it was he was barely holding it together and time after time he watched impotent on the sidelines as someone came in and messed with the people he cared about. There was Callisto and Exodus and the Skrull, not to mention Emma and others over the months who had targeted Alix…singled her out and done whatever they pleased with her. And each time Jamie had done what? His desire to keep her safe was some kind of cruel cosmic joke and now with him facing yet another abduction-this one by the psychopathic Spiral he felt something snap inside. He had no idea who the mutual friend was. He didn’t care. Indeed there was more to this story, and perhaps he would use his deductive prowess to untangle it later. Right now he couldn’t think past stopping Spiral at any and all cost. Was he supposed to just hang his head and hand her over no questions asked? Was he supposed to prove that time and time again there was absolutely nothing he could do to protect her or anyone else for that matter? There was no way in hell that he could do that. He’d die first. He’d kill first. Jamie shook his head. No. No more. “No!” He looked at Alix and shook his head again, his jaw set tight and his brows furrowed down with a sort of crazed fury. She might have been willing for this to happen but he was not. Pushed past the point of rationality, Jamie responded with pent up rage and desperation. Another dupe popped out and both of them reached for their guns at the same time. Twin multiple shots were fired at Spiral without hesitation, their loud blasts echoing through the hospital room painfully. At the sound the door flew open and slammed against the wall half off of its hinges. Guido stood there staring with wide eyes. |
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| Spiral | Jan 18 2013, 11:56 PM Post #9 |
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There was a moment of quietude between the two of them, brief, but she could only surmise that they were having some sort of parlance not intended for her ears. That was fine. Soon enough that wouldn't be so much of a problem. Her grip released from Madrox and she took a step towards Smith with all the intent of someone so certain of success that there was no other option. The single syllable uttered by The Multiple Man saw her head spin instead back towards him, and as the first shot rang out one hand swatted for her own pistol, a bullet grazing the metal of her cybernetic arm, pinging off and striking a heavy hole in the window of the hospital room. Her own gun rose quickly, his head in her sights. A second shot though, which had been unanticipated (she didn't think him possessed of the proper spine for a double tap) struck her hard in the primary shoulder, pushing her six foot frame backwards into the stand beside Alix's bed and sending it crashing over, the clone falling against the wall and sliding down, leaving a red streak where the bullet had cleanly entered and exited. "That was... sneaky." She stayed there, motionless save for the dalliances of her fingers, a subtle generation of worldbending power, and when Guido Carosella shot into the room wily and ready for seemingly anything, she made her move, shooting twin rays of concussive force into Madrox's chest with all the strength of a mule and springing forwards, grabbing Alix's arm before turning to the other Investigator. "Will return in like new condition. Here. Have a forget me not." She and Alix both vanished without a sound, and a hand grenade was all that sat left, spinning pinless and armed on the tiled floor. |
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| Alix | Jan 19 2013, 12:21 AM Post #10 |
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It ebbed on the back of her mind that she'd made the wrong choice, based of the way that Jamie responded. She blamed herself. If she hadn't chased down Emma, if she hadn't been so willing to push herself for people who hadn't even seemed to really notice or care, If she'd been better with her responses on Telekinesis, then they'd get to be like everyone else. Oh-- the attack would've still happened. But they'd have come out generally damage free. If they'd come out damage free, then they would've been at home. If they'd been at home.. even if Spiral had been able to do anything, they'd have the means to stop her-- Alix could've stopped her. That lead down further paths. If she'd simply known that the skrulls hadn't had Jamie, then Prime would've still been here. If she'd played aloof in the bar, then likely things would be much and the same as they had been. Jamie's guns rang out and with a quick motion, she dropped low in practiced speed. One shot ricocheted and another struck home on the teleporter and-- for a moment-- she looked on in shock. Guido crashed in and with just a breath of a moment to spare, she dove towards the Jamie's and him, hoping to make it. It did nothing. Spiral grabbed hold of her arm and while she struggled against it, sh couldn't. ::I'm sorry, Jamie.:: she felt a rise of emotion but forced it back. ::Don't let him go off, Guido. I'll be ok. It'll be ok.:: She sent to Guido alone. ::I lo-:: And they were gone. |
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| Strong Guy | Jan 19 2013, 01:58 AM Post #11 |
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It took a few minutes for Guido to process what exactly he was looking at. The ‘Get Well’ bouquet he had been holding in his giant ham fist was thoroughly crushed. Crushed like the look on Jamie’s face as he and his dupe fired shot after shot at the multi-armed white haired fruitcake until his gun registered empty. It looked like a few of them landed, one of them left a blooming swell of red on her clothing and when he saw her reach for her own gun Guido stepped into the room for the intervention. Unfortunately what happened next happened way too fast for the Strong Guy’s liking. Before Guido knew what happened Spiral had shot Jamie with something and knocked him clean off his feet just before she grabbed Alix and disappeared. On top of that, Guido saw as if in slow motion the small metallic pineapple that fell to the floor. His eyes went wide as they focused on the fact that it had no pin in it and he knew without a doubt that Jamie hadn’t even seen it. “Aw hell nah,” he said as he rushed in and threw the flowers aside. Grabbing a dupe in each hand he threw them out the broken door where they slid across the slick vinyl tile and crashed somewhat painfully into the wall several yards away. Guido paid it no mind. He pressed his lips into a tight frown and reached down to grab the live grenade. Taking it in his hands he turned and launched it out the window with all that he had. There was a loud crash of breaking glass and then a flash. The concussive blast knocked him backwards somewhat, and he shielded his face instinctively, but in the end it wasn’t the explosion that shook him up. It was the empty bed where Alix had been minutes ago. It was the expression on Jamie’s face. He looked over his shoulder and saw Beta standing in the doorway, holding his chest and grimacing. He still had that crazed look in his eyes and he was also looking at the empty bed. “N…no…” He started to whisper and Guido got to his side just as he fell out. “It’s okay little buddy,” he said grimly as he held him off of the floor. “We’ll get her back.” He glanced back at the bed. “We’ll get her back.” |
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