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| Topic Started: Apr 5 2014, 03:58 AM (384 Views) | |
| Toxin | Apr 5 2014, 03:58 AM Post #1 |
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March 15th Dustin had been lost at sea for at least a week, maybe longer, and once he'd made it to shore he wasn't even sure what shore he'd found at first. He hadn't known which ocean he'd been 'ported into or where, and could only be thankful that it wasn't horrifically cold. It had been far too cold for his preferences, but he wasn't freezing to death. Particularly when he went under water, where the wind couldn't bite him. He should have realized when he'd made it to the surface instead of drowning, but a week or more at sea made it clear. He could stay underwater for a long time. He couldn't time it, but it seemed like he spent hours under water at a time. If he'd managed to get a decent breath before being 'ported, he wouldn't have had that frantic rush to the surface to breathe. Hunting at sea had taken practice, and he'd gone hungry for a few days before he got the hang of it. If he hadn't caught on when he had, he might not have made it to shore. He'd barely believed it when he'd sighted land. It didn't seem real even as he climbed the rocky shore and lay there shivering. His boots, his weapons, almost everything was gone. His first mission was to figure out where he was, and to figure out what to do next. The recent changes his mutation had made to his body meant that he was memorable. At the same time, meant that he didn't match any previous descriptions that might be on any posters or lists. He wasn't recognized as a member of the Brotherhood as he was. He barely recognized himself. He was an obvious mutant, though, and that was bad enough. He couldn't just walk into a town and ask, not without garnering way too much attention. The street signs were enough to figure out which country and which state he was in. That sorted out, he started going north. It wasn't that far to New York, not compared to what he'd just been through. And he needed that time to think. He was making his way back to the Brotherhood, but was death awaiting his return? It couldn't have been an accident, what happened. Who tried to kill him, and why? If it had been something official, they wouldn't have hid it. They liked to make things like that into a statement. But someone had wanted him dead. Him, specifically. They thought he was dead now. Everyone thought he was dead. Everyone. Not just his enemies, whoever they may be. He wanted to take care not to step into a trap, but he couldn't leave them thinking he was dead indefinitely. What was he walking into? His mind kept on going over the same thing on his way to New York. He had plenty of time to think it over. There weren't many people he knew outside Sanctuary now. The closest were people he knew of, through others. Dominic had mentioned someone Dustin thought that might help. At least pass on a message to Dominic. That was all he wanted. Once he was in the city, he got someone to let him borrow their phone... first to look up her number, then to make the call. He deleted the number and search history before returning it. Just in case. "I need you to pass on a message to Dom for me, but I can't give it to you over the phone. Is there somewhere I could meet you?" he'd asked simply after making sure it was the right number. He had to believe that Dominic was not involved in whatever happened. There were few he could believe it of. They had more direct methods, this wasn't their style. |
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| Stacy X | Apr 6 2014, 03:28 AM Post #2 |
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“Schrrrrrr…” Stacy wasn’t exactly purring or hissing but the noise she was making didn’t sound too human either. “Let’s pretend that you’re capitalism and I’m the revolution. Okay?” She’d found a dusty oversized jacket at an M-Town fleamarket that looked like old Russian military surplus; and was having far too much fun with it. “Lie back and think of the Kremlin!” Of course that was when her work phone went off. Friday through Sunday was supposed to be set aside for personal time and Guild-y meet-ups only. “Dammit I thought I switched that fucker off.” She grumbled, letting it go to voicemail. But then the phone only went silent for a few seconds before it started blaring again, the little Jean Knight sample of “Do Me” denoting an unknown number. Equal parts curious and annoyed, she untangled herself from Guido’s bed and went to see who couldn’t wait long enough to leave a message despite what her website said. “Stacy X. What’s up?” She usually went for a more seductive tone when answering but since they were interrupting her day off she wasn’t in the mood to play the sex kitten for a stranger. “I need you to pass on a message to Dom for me, but I can't give it to you over the phone.” “What…?” If it weren’t for her scales she would have noticeably blanched several shades. Anxiety seized her gut and her yellow eyes went wide. She turned her back squarely on the detective who was still tied to the damn bed behind her. “Who is this?” she hissed. “Is there somewhere I could meet you?” The snake-woman’s tone snapped to light and casual, a perfect performance to cover the worry building inside her. “Uh…okay, okay, just… didn’t recognise your voice for a second there, Kat.” Stacy’s shapeshifting fellow-hooker Yekaterina was handy for any number of cover stories. “Uh… get to the Three Strikes if you can. You know, the dive bar in Hell’s Kitchen. Wait outside if y’get there first. I just gotta find my shoes. And pants.” Avalanche was an okay guy but his zeal about the Brotherhood had always made Stacy rather twitchy… Although right after the Purifiers massacred the Ranch, his extreme leanings were exactly what she’d wanted to hear. Angry and grieving, she’d come a hair’s breadth from following Vanisher’s example and signing on for the whole Sanctuary shtick. She’d moved on, finally made a new home for herself in New York, but the company Dom kept was still the shit-your-pants-scary mutant terrorist kind. Whoever was calling, she needed to make sure they didn’t just show up on the Vanderhorn Hotel doorstep. Not that she went around telling people she shared a roof with half of XFI, but the thought of some strange Brotherhooder tracking her there was terrifying. She practically ran out after muttering an excuse about Yekaterina getting her purse snatched. One of the things dealing with Typhoid Mary had taught her was that SHIELD focused their New York searches for most wanted mutants in Mutant Town. The flatscan scumbags in Hell’s Kitchen might stare at obvious muties, maybe get a knife or a gun out and try lifting a wallet here or a cellphone there; but they never squealed to the law about who they’d seen. That was the most important thing. *** She ended up taking the subway since she didn’t want some cab driver becoming a witness to whatever shitstorm she was letting herself in for. As she approached the Three Strikes her heat sensors picked out the lone figure lurking in the gloom to one side and knew that had to be her guy. “So. Dom’s friend, yeah?” She kept her hands in the pockets of her yeti fur coat at first. One was wrapped around a set of keys, the other a tazer. “That bastard dumped some cock-eyed murder wrap on me last year y’know! Needs to learn I’m not his patsy or his goddamn secretary!” As she drew in closer she could taste the salt saturating the guy’s clothes, the fog of stress hormones that only came with a certain level of crisis. “What the fuck happened to you? You smell like a frikkin mermaid…” She looked down at Dustin’s dirty, scaly feet, voice growing softer at the sight of someone who’d clearly been put through the proverbial wringer. “And where’re your shoes? Damn…” |
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| Toxin | Apr 8 2014, 07:12 PM Post #3 |
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As Dustin waited in the shadows by the Three Strikes, he thought on what led to this place. He hadn't spent a lot of time in Hell's Kitchen before his run in with the Brotherhood that led to his recruitment. He'd been as weak and scared of a mutant as there'd ever been - he'd stuck to Mutant Town and rarely ventured from its streets. More than anything, he'd been scared that he might hurt someone. Even when they were hurting him. He couldn't decide whether that was better or worse than what he was now. It was lucky he could find the number, and that it wasn't out of date. If he couldn't contact her, he'd have had to approach a Brotherhood safe house or the closest cell, and there was just no way he could tell which were still loyal. Or even if they were, if they had their own reasons that he stayed missing. When Stacy had answered with her name, a weight was lifted from his shoulders. He didn't have to deal with all that, not yet. "Dustin-" he'd replied, not sure whether Dom would have referred to him by name or not, or if he did mention him if he'd go by codename,if he mentioned him at all before. But if there was anyone else listening - like the owner of the cell phone he was borrowing for example - his given name was a hell of a lot more common than his codename and less likely to put anyone on his trail. It seemed someone was listening to the other side of the conversation from her response. "Alright, see you there-" he'd replied before they ended the call and he cleared the cell's history and made his way to the bar. Barefoot and ragged, he hesitated to go inside. It would draw too much attention, he thought. He caught the scent before he saw her, or picked up her heat signature. It was preferable to the more pungent scents around them. It had been a long time since he'd lived in New York, and he wasn't accustomed to the stink anymore. Her comment about Dominic caught him off guard. It wasn't the sort of thing he expected of Avalanche, and the way he'd talked about her last he'd thought they were still cool. Maybe he didn't realize she was upset with him? Or maybe he just hadn't mentioned it to Dustin. It wasn't like they were that close that he'd expect to hear everything that went on Dom's life. "He - did?" he asked, staring at her stupidly a moment. Sure Dominic had talked about her, but that was different than meeting her. And while she wasn't the first reptilian he'd met, her mutation seemed the most similar to his own than the others he'd come across. "Uhm, well my shoes are probably at the bottom of the Atlantic," he replied with a frown. "As for what happened... someone decided that I'd be better off at the bottom of the ocean. So they 'ported me down there. I think that was a week ago. Maybe two?" he shook his head. He had been out there a long time and he really couldn't sort it out. "I dunno how long I was out there." "I don't know if it was a personal grudge or if it was something bigger, either way I don't know if I'll get 'ported into solid rock next time when I go back - home." Or if anyone else had been 'ported somewhere unexpected, with fatal results. |
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| Stacy X | Apr 18 2014, 03:11 AM Post #4 |
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“He - did?" he asked, staring at her stupidly a moment. “Well… yeah. I saw him just after New Year’s, guess he made up for it then.” Stacy sighed, thinking back to the Kongcerto concert. Knocking a bigot flatscan out with a stage light had definitely earnt Avalanche some brownie points. And besides, when it came to Dominic, angry bickering was really more like their version of flirting – something not immediately apparent to anyone else watching them snark at each other or via proxies. “Uhm, well my shoes are probably at the bottom of the Atlantic,” he replied with a frown. “As for what happened… someone decided that I'd be better off at the bottom of the ocean. So they 'ported me down there. I think that was a week ago. Maybe two?” “A week or two?! Jesus!” Stacy was stunned enough to bring her hands out of her pockets, satisfied that this friend of Dom’s wasn’t about to attack her. “You can’t narrow it down anymore than that?” Dustin shook his head. “I dunno how long I was out there.” “Okay.” She swallowed hard, let out a long exhale through her nose, scraped long black talons through her hair to clear it away from her face. “And it was one’ve the Sanctuary jumpers that dumped ya in the drink?” It begged the question of how Dustin was supposed to go home if certain teleporters couldn’t be trusted. “I don't know if it was a personal grudge or if it was something bigger, either way I don't know if I'll get 'ported into solid rock next time when I go back - home.” “You sure you want to go home? If it was part of something bigger, I mean.” She chewed on a dark lower lip, hoping it wasn’t anything that involved Telford. “This isn’t just a Sanctuary thing is it?” She sounded like the question hurt to speak aloud. It had to be asked even though she knew she wasn’t going to like the answer. “This is Brotherhood politics, right? …Because you’re one of them?” She studied Dustin with an expression that would have been impossible to read. He didn’t seem to have a tail but then up until last year she hadn’t had a tail either. Aside from colouring, the superficial aspect of their mutations looked unexpectedly similar. Stacy had met other reptilians and ferals before but no one who was so very clearly snake-like. It drew to her attention how she could so easily have been standing where he was. If she were honest ith herself, it would have only taken one or two decisions to be made differently. “When your guy Magneto finally stuck it to Stryker I was practically cheering at my TV. But if I’m gonna help you, then just know I don’t like bullies. ‘Specially not the kind with x-genes.” She warned. He didn’t seem like the type to try harassing her but she was used to laying down ground rules with men. For a moment she got uncharacteristically quiet, less easy to hear over the background noise coming from the Three Strikes. “Purifiers killed the closest thing I had to a family. I owe you guys for dishing out payback to those fuckers when I couldn’t.” Stacy had killed one Purifier herself. Her compassionate side was haunted by the human’s face as she tortured his adrenal system and forced his heart to explode in his chest. But another part of her, the lizard brain, treasured that memory. It was the part of her that felt comfortable in the company of Typhoid Mary or Max Coleridge, the part that had ripped living creatures in Tabula Rasa apart and raked claws down Omega Red’s back. It was the part of her that wouldn’t consider turning Toxin in, even if he did turn out to be a psychopath. “C’mon, I know somewhere I can take you, s’not far from here. Get some hot pizza and a warm bed if you can manage ten minutes walk.” She beckoned for him to follow her. “If that was me got dumped in the ocean, I’d have frozen t’death.” The rattle on the end of her tail shivered at the thought. “But then I was at my best when I lived in the Mojave frikkin’ desert. Guess you must do better with the cold. Did you eat anything out on your sea-trek? I got this one guy, his dad had kept all kinds’a big-ass pet snakes when he was a kid, and he thought I only needed t’eat once a week. I was like ‘What? Hell no!’ He was gonna hire me for a whole weekend and not shell out for so much as a taco!” |
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| Toxin | Apr 30 2014, 02:28 AM Post #5 |
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"It had to be. They've got things pretty well regulated. I just don't know-" he answered honestly, brow furrowed, when she asked if he was sure if he wanted to go home. Her questions were straight forward and to the point. He answered the same way. "Yeah. I'm one of them." He wasn't sure what it meant to her. He wasn't entirely sure what it meant to him anymore, to be involved with the Brotherhood. It was what he lived for, it was what he nearly died for. Yet again. At first he wasn't sure what she was saying, or why, but then he sorted it out in his head. She was going to help out. So long as he behaved himself. "Understood," he said, respectfully. "Oh god a bed. A real bed. Pizza sounds fantastic but I will never take a bed for granted again after this," Dustin said as he followed her away from the dive bar. The thought of food and warmth cheered him despite everything. Nothing was certain, but he had prospects of getting warm, and good New York pizza. "It wasn't fun. I can't stand the cold. It was better in the water than out of it though, and warmer further down." Not much warmer, but not as icy as the wind. He felt chilled right through to the bone now, and not as alert as he liked. He was used to that in the winter, but not without reprieve. "What a twat, really?" Dustin shook his head. "I had- raw fish. I mean, I like sushi, but I like it with soy sauce and wasabi. And, y'know. Not swimming away from me. Not much since I hit land." There wasn't much to scavenge in the winter. Wildlife was scarce and he'd never had to rely on his hunting skills to survive before. All in all, feral or not he was not interested in living it rough. He grimaced. Feral. She wasn't going to be happy about his disappearing. Her, or - Roger. Shit, shit, shit. "It doesn't matter if I want to go back. I need to let them know I'm alive," he mumbled. He remembered Roger insisting that he'd live at least as long as the older swordsman, when he'd woken in the infirmary after his last near death experience. |
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| Stacy X | May 5 2014, 07:08 AM Post #6 |
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The way he groaned at the thought of pizza and a bed was weirdly endearing. Not at all how she’d pictured the Brotherhood to be. She’d always thought Avalanche and Vanisher were more like weird charming exceptions to the rule about how terrorists of their ilk were supposed to be. Toxin definitely looked to have the chops for the Brotherhood though - how the guy had survived in the sea was more than a bit impressive. If Stacy was capable of getting Goosebumps at the thought of the icy water, she would have been covered in them; instead her scales gave a tiny bristle and a quick judder ran through her from nose to tail. “What a twat, really?” Dustin shook his head. “I had- raw fish. I mean, I like sushi, but I like it with soy sauce and wasabi. And, y'know. Not swimming away from me. Not much since I hit land.” “No anchovies on the pizza and no Japanese cuisine then, I swear. Try and minimize the traumatic flashbacks of sashimi that fights back.” Stacy turned to give him a lackadaisical salute and a half-cocked smile before she carried on walking straight. “You can make a tiny holiday of it before you’ve gotta go back. If y’really do wanna go back, that is.” Part of her felt like she’d feel less guilty about helping out a Brotherhooder if she was helping him not go back. No such luck though. “It doesn't matter if I want to go back. I need to let them know I'm alive,” he mumbled. “Okay, well, that’s doable so don’t sweat it too much.” She shrugged and paused to consider what she’d just said. “Although, if you’re like me you wouldn’t really sweat anyway.” She glanced down at his bare feet again, blue scales darkened by city dirt. “I met all kinds’ve muties but no one else that was as full-on snakey as me before. You got a heat sight?” She closed her eyes and tapped one of the black markings on her cheekbones with a talon, indicating where the supralabial pits on her face had formed with the ability to feed heat images to her brain. Even in pitch black she could still navigate her way with that odd sixth sense. Opening her eyes with a wide grin she added, “I never met my old man… makes me wonder if we’re maybe related!” Of course, for her first few years in Vegas she’d wondered that about every mutant she’d met, and soon learned that having a dead-beat dad was so common among prostitutes that it was almost like a prerequisite for working in the sex industry. And they couldn’t all be related. “I think I got an old email for Dominic.” Stacy explained, getting herself back onto a more pragmatic track. “If that doesn’t work I can drop a subtle hint for him to call on my website gallery. ‘Cause if he tells you he doesn’t gawp at that shit on a weekly basis he’s a fuckin’ liar. He might think I wanna talk to him for a whole different reason but I’ll just let him yell at you if he gives himself blue balls.” She flashed a wicked grin. “That reminds me, what am I supposed to call you? Like, does he know you as Dustin or something different?” |
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| Toxin | May 12 2014, 01:11 AM Post #7 |
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His lips quirked at her quips about anchovies and Japanese food, but really anything would have been good at that point. He was usually very particular about what he ate but after the past few weeks he couldn't care less. Anything he didn't have to catch himself was perfect. He didn't really consider the implications of his most recent test of survival. It was luck that his mutation turned out to have adapted to allow him to survive. He wasn't sure if he would have drowned, starved, or dehydrated out there otherwise. It had taken will power and determination, but those were on the edge of being exhausted too. He'd pushed himself harder than he ever had to before, and he didn't want to think about it. Or think about what other people would think about it. A holiday... it was so damned tempting. "That sounds so good," he complained, fully aware he hadn't had any such thing in five years. Not away from the Brotherhood or Sanctuary at least. If he hadn't already been away for weeks, he might have been convinced. As it was he was worried. He'd been missing a while. Putting off his return would only make things worse at this point. "Nope, not any more," he agreed, glancing down at his scaled arms about the same time as she glanced at his feet. "Yeah I do. It didn't all develop at once though. I had the fangs and claws a while, and - this-" he stuck his forked tongue out. "- but that was it. Just a few months ago I just shed all my skin and suddenly I was blue." He grinned back at her. "Y'know, neither did I. Who knows?" His mom had never said anything about him, and she was dead so he'd never know. Her taste in men was shit though so he was probably better off not knowing the man. "Dustin or Toxin, either works," he said, when she asked what Avalanche knew him as. There were plenty of mutants who refused to use their given names, but he didn't feel that way. He used his name and codename almost interchangeably. They were different aspects of his identity. |
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| Stacy X | May 30 2014, 06:33 AM Post #8 |
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“Y'know, neither did I. Who knows?” “Well, you'd hope our Moms did but... eh!” Stacy chuckled, the first genuine laugh she'd been able to muster since leaving the Vanderhorn. She knew she was in the habit of collecting little sibling figures – compensation for never being able to meet the real half-sister she had back in Cali, maybe. Or to fill the void left by the murdered Ranch girls who'd been sisters in all but blood. The replacements came in all shapes and sizes now. But none of them like this guy, the mutation eerily similar but the path he'd chosen so different. “Bein' a terrorist or a hooker doesn't exactly scream quality planned parentin' though...” she added a little more quietly. “Dustin or Toxin, either works,” he said, when she asked what Avalanche knew him as. “Okay.” She nodded. “Just checkin'. I swear guys like Dominic got a hundred names for a hundred different friends, more than I'd ever know how t'keep up with. Each to their own but me, I stick with what works. I'm Stacy X or I'm no one at all.” She tossed her hair extensions back like a pony, briefly feeling a little flash of pride. It coincided with their walking past a liquor store where a couple of humans were just leaving. They openly gawped at the two ferals as they passed. Stacy flashed them a wink and licked a fang in an exaggerated gesture. The pair baulked and crossed the street. Scandalising flatscans was a bit of a private game with Stacy when she was in a good mood... “Oh!” A thought suddenly occurred to her. “This place I'm lettin' you crash at. Um...” She hesitated to voice her concern. She didn't know any terminology that wasn't going to make what she wanted to say sound gross. Screw it. “This place... I rent it 'cause it was better for me t'have a... um... a playroom that was mine more than some hotel suite. Just for the real weirdos. It had t'be outside M-Town 'cause not many of the folks hirin' me would have the balls to walk inta real mutie territory. Soooo, for one, you might wanna just hang back two secs when we get there, lemme clean up a little bit. But, for two, even then if you've got a tongue like mine, your gonna likely get a funky... after-taste from the... well everything. Fair warning. I know it's not ideal but the only thing better than perfect is free, right?” She pondered over anything else poor Dustin might need debriefing on. “Unless you wanna be scarred for life, don't go through any draws. Not even in the kitchenette. It ain't cutlery in there, trust me. And we'll have to agree some special clubhouse knock, 'cause if the landlord hears anything and comes up you gotta ignore him. I mean he's an okay guy but he's freaky enough to let me pay rent in trade. So he's gonna expect... stuff... from whoever opens the door. And if that's you, well then I'm guessin' that don't end well for anyone. Don't want you or him fuckin' up my business.” She looked at Dustin with an apologetic expression, a sort of half smile, half wince. “But still a mini-holiday because bed and pizza. Right? Like yay, pepperoni and clean sheets?” |
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| Toxin | Jun 9 2014, 03:48 AM Post #9 |
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Dustin felt uneasy discussing his mother. Her death was his fault, though it was not intentional. As Stacy X laughed, he started to feel rather more somber. "I wouldn't know, she didn't raise me. Left that to my grandparents," he said with a shrug. Now that he really didn't want to think about. He'd avoided thinking about his grandmother for a long time now. Her death was like a festering wound even now. He'd never forgiven himself for that. It didn't matter that he couldn't have known about his powers surfacing that day or what they would be. It was difficult to look back that far into his past. Back when he felt emotions so raw and painful he could barely breathe at times. "I mostly use Dustin - when I'm not working," he admitted. There were those who preferred to call people by their codenames at all times, and then there were those he'd rather not have his real name on their tongues. "I used to introduce myself as Toxin just so - people would know not to touch me. I never realized how much people did that til I became hazardous to people's health. And some people still don't take the hint." He sighed and rolled his eyes. He tried. He really did. Two men stared at them open mouthed. Stacy licked her fang - Dustin followed suit rather childishly just sticking his forked tongue out at the pair. They quickly crossed the street to avoid the ferals. It was - well he'd never done anything of the sort since his mutation manifested. At first he'd tried to avoid humans altogether, to avoid confrontation, and then - confrontations with them became altogether too serious. He wasn't the sort to mock those he had to kill. Stacy's sudden exclamation caught his attention. Once she'd explained the little problem, his serious demeanor broke. "Ah, yeah. Don't worry about it," he said, not entirely sure how bad the funk she was describing would be. He'd endured pretty bad assaults on his senses over the years, and learned to just keep his mouth shut as much as he could. Getting the taste/ scent off his tongue was worse than just breathing it in. His lips twitched. "Nah. Even if he's my type, well. Toxic. I'm best in small doses." That was followed by an actual smile, pointy teeth and all. "I'll be good, stay inside, and just rest and eat and not get into things." For the love of pizza. |
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| Stacy X | Jun 19 2014, 01:28 AM Post #10 |
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“Nah. Even if he's my type, well. Toxic. I'm best in small doses.” That was followed by an actual smile, pointy teeth and all. Stacy openly laughed, glad that the melancholic taste she'd been picking up from him before was starting to dissipate a little. That and she was tickled by the mental image of her Hell's Kitchen landlord getting serviced by a damn Brotherhooder of all mutants. “I'll be good, stay inside, and just rest and eat and not get into things.” “Atta boy.” She smiled and risked giving him a little pat on the back. “Seriously, how does someone who seems sane enough end up in Exodus the Brain-Raper's crew? Guys like you and Dominic... it just blows my mind sometimes...” She chewed her lower lip thoughtfully for a minute and then decided maybe that wasn't an entirely fair statement. “Well, okay, no, not entirely mind-blown. I maybe get muties wanting to have Magneto's back when he was around. I'll give you that.” Her thoughts meandered back round to the Purifiers again. She'd already explained how those bastards had killed her pseudo-family, which was maybe explanation enough for why she would help a complete stranger like Toxin. But perhaps not why she would have maintained any kind of relationship with Avalanche. “When Dom told ya about me, did he say what I used to be like? I mean really be like? I bitch about doin' him favours but I shouldn't. I kinda owe him. After the Purifiers I was a freakin' hot mess.” She paused, thinking back. “Though... I say that but fair turn-around, Dom was kinda the hot mess when we first met. He was fresh from this wacky drunken 'I'm gonna fuck up the whole've California with an earthquake' shtick that he only got out've 'cause no cop would take the crazy bastard seriously.” She found herself smiling at just the thought of it, chuckling a little. “Then he opened this hole-in-the-wall dive bar and... after my place in Vegas got burned down it was one've the only bolt holes that felt safe. I'd sit there being all lonely and angry and scared, woulda drank myself t'death if it'd been anyone else dishing out the dizzy-water. There's maybe a tiny chance that I only act pissed off at him because he closed shop and fucked off t'New York before I ever thought to. I wanted him t'stay on the west coast. With me.” Her yellow eyes widened when she realised she'd said more than she meant to. A hand temporarily clapped over her mouth and she stared at Dustin. “Do NOT go passing any've that on! Seriously! If Dom knew I swear his ego'd be visible from space! I'd make you pinky swear if you weren't toxic. What's the deal with that by the way? Does it rub off on furniture or clothes and stuff?” |
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