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| The Evil Watching Over You; Alix | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 24 2013, 02:11 AM (205 Views) | |
| Scalphunter | Jun 24 2013, 02:11 AM Post #1 |
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June 10th 2013 3:30 AM It was twilight, the night just before the day and all through the boarding house not a soul was stirring. Beyond the sounds of the city and a creaky house, it was silent. All the doors were locked, everyone all snug in their beds, the stresses from their daily lives suppressed by dreams or strengthened by nightmares. The streets too were barren, no one save the homeless or downtrodden within three blocks. The medical center itself was open yet to a man with enough talent and experience, what security there was presented no challenge; well practiced arts of stealth cloaked those in the shadows and kept them quiet. After slow, deliberate steps, door 3G finally presented itself, as did the man who stalked those inside. With the faintest of clicks, Greycrow unlocked the door and started the second stage of his plan. The moonlight that shined through the kitchen window glimmered off a razor sharp edge as the wicked machete was drawn, eagerly waiting for blood. That desire would be sated before the night was through, but only later. First, the bait had to be set before the hook was cast out. Days of planning had led the ex-mutant hunter here. The Lawson Family, a single mother with two mutant children, all on good terms with Greycrow’s target: Alix. The younger of the two children, a freckled young teenager named Daniel, suffered from nightmares as side effects from his emerging mental mutation. Greycrow had seen Alix with him before, along with the rest of the family, and through well placed threats learned the telepath helped the boy cope and understand. He was dear to her, they all were; the perfect bait. After decades of violence, battle, and far more deadly games, binding and forcing Lawson Family to do as commanded couldn’t have been easier. Several feet of rope, a roll of duct tape, fast reflexes, and his machete were all Greycrow needed to keep them quiet and in control. They knew what would happen if they disobeyed. Hell, the tears and fear-restrained sobbing even made the lie Greycrow was making the mother tell seem all the more convincing. The woman dialed the number with shaky hands, finally tearing her eyes off the blade held to her eight year old daughter’s throat. “A-Alix? It’s Susan Lawson…” |
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| Alix | Jul 3 2013, 08:36 PM Post #2 |
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Telepathy, Telekinesis / Empathy
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Truth be told, Alix had absolutely gone fa past her usual sensibilities in handling the various things that came at her teammates, friends, and town. Dangerous and obsessed, the bulk of her time was spent in a degree of ways that was, at her core, devoted to the well being of those around her. She was desperate in every sense of the word and when it all came down to the safety of the various people she cared more for than she sometimes might've cared for herself, there was little that she was holding herself back from. It was hard for most to understand-- baring Jamie who understood via the link they shared-- just how how important the well being of the people surrounding her was. Their happiness and contentment was her own and their fears and sadness were, naturally, her own. It was a longstanding side affect of her own abilities and while there were her own barriers and safety catch in place to protect herself from absolutely loosing all sense of self in the minds of those around her, she never cut herself off completely. She couldn't, not really. Not wholly. She'd grown up with these voices and feelings in every aspect of her life and without them and her abilities that gave her intimate insight into the minds around her she was lonely. Things were dark and the few times where she'd been forced to loose that connection, she'd been more than a little shaken. So when the phone rang and she heard the unusual quake of fear in the voice of the woman she'd come to know very well ever sense her son had started to develop abilities, it'd taken no time for Alix to leap into reaction. Not even a second thought passed her mind and while she kept the conversation going towards whatever direction it was being led, she had already left. No sooner did the phone click silent than did Alix step through the main doors to the boarding house. It wasn't a far walk, really, and with the feelings that she'd felt coming off of Susan in waves, the walk had become a run and she'd absolutely rushed. But that didn't mean she was unprepared. There wasn't a moment that passed these days that she wasn't carrying at least one weapon-- usually more-- and there was never a moment that she wasn't on edge or cloaked in some kind of telekinetic shield. She was quicker to knock out targets and then ask questions than to wait and see and, frankly, her own hold over morality and the treatment of criminals was absolutely dropping down a few pegs. By the time she reached Susan's door-- no matter the late hour-- she'd already dropped a telekinetic field over herself and drawn a gun from the shoulder holsters that she'd rushed to put on under a hoodie. Another time and another place, she would've knocked and waited for whatever was on the other side of the door but now? Even if it was just an especially unruly episode of her son's? They could fix the door later. This was desperate times and Susan would understand. So again without a second of consideration, Alix's hand rose to the locking mechanism in the door and with a single blast, shoved the thing out and through the door, allowing it to swing open in an instant. ::Susan?:: There was some kind of shielding against her mind in place-- which only put her more on edge-- and pointedly Alix unclicked the safety with one hand and pulled at her telekinesis even more. |
[align=center]![]() STRIKE ME DOWN SHOULD HAVE HELD IT ALL ALONE WASH THE QUESTION OFF MY HANDS I'M THE FATE IN NO ONES PLAN[/align] | |
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