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| Blood on the Ground; [Alix] | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 13 2013, 02:30 AM (142 Views) | |
| Kelrian | Mar 13 2013, 02:30 AM Post #1 |
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Monday, March 9th about 5 pm Once again, Mutant Town was picking up the pieces after another disaster, the second in as many months. Kel had been helping patch things up over the past week. Most who could, did their part in fixing the place up. There wasn't as much property damage as their could have been, and a week later it almost looked as if nothing had happened. It would have been better if people had taken out some of their rage on their surroundings than on each other. They could replace windows, they could rebuild. Broken limbs would mend, given time, but there was nothing they could do to bring back those broken beyond healing. There were too many faces missing in the crowd. Kel was pretty sure the people he'd fought would be okay though, maybe some bruises and sprains. Still, he couldn't remember the face of everyone he'd fought, he couldn't check on them all. He'd probably gotten worse than most, but he could take more than them too. For once he was glad his powers weren't offensive. His ability to fight came from skill and practice, and during that period of madness, he forgot everything he was taught and just wanted to punch everything. For that at least he was grateful. Something lingered though, even as the last of the damage he was certain he'd helped cause was fixed. It wasn't just concern over what he'd done when he couldn't control himself. He'd enjoyed the release he'd had during the fight. He'd never fought because he liked fighting, he'd trained to fight to protect people. This was a side of himself he never wanted to see. It reminded him far too much of his other self, the one he'd fought against and fought with in the black between worlds. He'd pitied him, the raging broken boy with his face, and had never thought he'd be anything like him. It wasn't him, though. And this, it was just the effects of the madbomb. It wasn't him. It could have been, though. A few different decisions, some completely out of his hands, and he could have been that guy. It seemed completely at odds with everything he was, but when it was happening it had felt right. Now that the last of the repairs were done, he didn't know what to do with himself. He didn't want to go home, but he didn't really have anything else to do. At home there wouldn't be anything to distract him, though, so he put it off, and picked a direction. The waterfront would be as good as a place as any, and better than most. Maybe the view would take his mind off of things. |
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| Alix | Apr 7 2013, 04:58 AM Post #2 |
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Telepathy, Telekinesis / Empathy
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Just off the shoreline of what had once been a waterway peppered with the remnants of an era dominated by steampower, the Mutant Town and Red Hook memorial to the New Years Eve Tragedy stood like a beacon of gleaming silver. It'd been erected quickly after, funded by various groups and created by a mutant who could shape glass with her hands, and another who could mold silver like putty. The small monolith, standing where the pier that had once been Jamie and her own's-- and likely many others-- favorite spot was no more. Oh, things were being rebuilt. Work was being done. But it'd never be the same again. It'd be a memory and the tragedy that had fallen that night-- just like days ago-- would as well. The New Years attack had been difficult. It'd sparked everything in her own life that had twisted everything she'd known around. It'd been Beta then-- though really she still struggled with the differentiation that so many were now prescribing-- but he'd been there. She'd always throw herself in for others and he would always hold her from crossing over the edge into things that she could never return from. But even that seemed to be a struggle now and even while she could feel herself slipping back into the ways that she'd used to be, Jamie was there keeping her from going too far. He'd allow her to withdraw a little from the others. Keep her distance, struggle-- but any dwindling into self doubt, any quirk towards depreciating her own worth and well being and he was there with a firm joke and a smile. They'd both done it, time an time again, back and forth being that support in hard times that would've been impossible alone. Which was, of course, the way her mind always wandered when looking out into the Bay towards the statue of liberty. Usually, she was alone at this time of day. Too many people with too many things to do. Families to get home to. Meals to make. work to be done. These things were normal things, good things-- things mutants needed and while she had them in one form or capacity, it'd never be the same as it was for others. But today she was not alone and so with a pleasant smile towards a face she had not seen in a very long time, she spoke up. ::Hello, Kel.:: As always, she used her telepathic voice with people who'd have not quite learned about the strange change in what had always been a constant in Alix's life. |
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