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| Fire's Gone Cold; (Roamana's intro story continued) | |
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| Cyclops | May 13 2015, 06:33 AM Post #1 |
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Continued from Darling, Everything's on Fire May 9th Around 6am Two days after her kidnapping Gravel under her. Sunlight on her face. Daytime. How long had she been captive? It was early morning, there was still a chill in the air. When she opened her eyes, she'd find herself on the gravelled driveway of an enormous mansion, green yard on either side, surrounded by a dense forest. The alarms had been quick to sound, when the unauthorized teleportation was detected , and Scott Summers, headmaster of the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters was just as quick to respond. Luckily, he was heading out for his morning jog, but when he saw who was on their front porch, he was sure that it wasn't just dumb luck. Longshot looked up from where he was crouched beside what appeared to be a battered and terrified teenage girl, and the clone rose to his feet, lifting his hands above his head. "Good morning, headmaster," Longshot smiled, "I've brought you a new pupil." Scott hurried down the steps, as if he was in his full uniform instead of running shorts and a t-shirt, and he took a knee beside the girl. "Longshot, what's going on?" he demanded. "A rescue, Summers," the clone said, "Isn't that what you hero types like? Rescuing the damsels in distress. I'm not much of a hero, but that's why I brought her to those who are." Scott put a hand to his head and he reached through the rapport he shared with his wife, and he said, ::Sorry to wake you up, Jean, but we have a problem on the front steps. Longshot's here with a girl. She looks roughed up. Can you let medical know, I'm going to bring her down.:: Jean wasn’t much of a morning person and certainly not the kind that went from zero to wide-awake in a second-flat. It was at least three. Part of her Phoenix enhanced mind had already been keeping discreet tabs on Scott; it was on another seemingly innocent morning that she’d lose Scott before and although that was over two years ago, some things you can never really recover from. :: Longshot? Will you need me?:: she asked as she flicked another message to the on-call medical team. ::Not to take care of him.:: Scott said, ::"But maybe to help the girl. She looks rough, honey. Whatever happened... she's going to need you.::[/i] ::Alright,:: Jean nodded as she slipped out of bed, even though no one else was there to see it. She didn’t caution him to be careful, this was Scott, but Longshot wasn’t an ordinary opponent. ::Meet us down there when you’ve wrung what you can out of him.:: And slipped into clothes as she hurried for the door. Scott returned to the girl, as if he hadn't been just speaking in his head, "My name is Scott Summers. Longshot's brought you to the Xavier School for Gifted Youth. We're a school for mutants, like you, like Longshot... like myself. I'm going to take you down to our medical lab and you're going to be taken care of, all right? We're a safe place, as safe as it can be for people like us, and we're going to make sure that you're all right. I'm going to carry you, ok? To make sure everything is ok." Longshot put his hand on Roam's arm, "It's ok, Roamana. If there's ever a good guy in the world, it's Summers." Rolling his eyes behind his red glasses at Longshot, Scott said, "I don't know about that, but I do know I'm here to help." He scooped the girl up into his arms, and he stood up straight, "Roamana, is it? Let's get you downstairs, Roamana, where you can be safe." |
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| Roamana Bishop | May 13 2015, 03:20 PM Post #2 |
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Roamana's eyes were squeezed shut as the pair were transported away from the room where she was kept. She inhaled deeply, no longer smelled the awful stench of the rot that stunk up the previous room. She allowed her eyes to open slowly, adjusting to the sunlight beaming down. Her body throbbing and sore, Roamana got herself off of her side, sitting in the graveled path. She wrapped her arms around her knees, keeping herself tucked in a ball, while taking in the sights around her. "Good morning, headmaster. I've brought you a new pupil." Romana looked up to see who Longshot was talking to, and saw a man. He was bigger than Longshot, and had glasses over his eyes. She watched him carefully as he approached, but as he took a knee neck to her, she instinctually turned her head away, shutting her eyes tight. She did trust Longshot; obviously if he had brought her here, he knew what he was doing. But the last few hours (days? She couldn't tell) had instilled a fear deep in her core. She carefully listened to the two, still keeping her face turned away from the new man. Her body trembled, her muscles stiff and aching while her heart raced in her chest. Roam swallowed hard, trying her best not to cry again. Even here, somewhere far away, she could see White hovering over her, hear Black as he warned her of the death to come, smell the rotting flesh that permeated every inch of that hellhole. She wasn't able to stop a few tears escaping from her icy blue eyes, still in shock over what had occurred. "My name is Scott Summers. Longshot's brought you to the Xavier School for Gifted Youth. We're a school for mutants, like you, like Longshot... like myself. I'm going to take you down to our medical lab and you're going to be taken care of, all right? We're a safe place, as safe as it can be for people like us, and we're going to make sure that you're all right. I'm going to carry you, ok? To make sure everything is ok." As he spoke, Roamana turned to look at Scott, trying not to appear half as traumatized as she was. She nodded, once or twice, before getting the strength up to speak without her voice cracking in the middle. "Yes. Thank you, sir," she croaked, her voice still hoarse. Scott reminded her of her father. The same calm, stoic demeanor, same posture, the same ease he exuded as he knelt in front of her. It brought a little comfort, before bringing another lump in her throat. Her parents... where were they? Did they go home without her? Were they looking for her? Or maybe the men who had taken her had hurt them... She tried not to think about it, but that new anxiety wouldn't totally loosen its grip on her. "It's ok, Roamana. If there's ever a good guy in the world, it's Summers." She felt his hand on her shoulder, and felt a little more at ease. Funny how having someone save your life can make you trust them pretty fast. "I don't know about that, but I do know I'm here to help. Roamana, is it? Let's get you downstairs, Roamana, where you can be safe." Scott picked her stiff body up from the ground, and Roam immediately wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her throbbing head on his shoulder. The similarities to her own father made her feel safe with this man, along with the confidence and trust Longshot seemed to have in him. 'Thank you so much," she whimpered quietly, to both of the men standing near her. Those simple words probably weren't enough to convey just how grateful she was for the fact she was still alive. While still traumatized, still anxious and hurting and scared, there was comfort in knowing she was going to make it to tomorrow. |
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| Marvel Girl | May 13 2015, 05:43 PM Post #3 |
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Telekinesis, Telepathy
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There weren't many days that Rachel slept in for long hours. It was the downside to having lived much of her life on a battlefield when she was in the resistance sleep came rarely and in short bursts. When she had been a hound, she slept for as long as her captors allowed her and that was rarely for extended amounts of time. Rachel didn't go running when she woke up; it was often that she would just enjoy the solitude. It was rare for a telepath to be able to find much solitude in the waking world, people were always thinking, and emotions were often strongest when they were awake. Dreams of those asleep were easier to avoid for Rachel. Other times she would watch Franklin sleeping. It made Rachel happy to see him at peace with the world, yes it was a little on the creepy side but it was one of the things that Rachel had come to appreciate of this time, along with having living parents and a world that wasn't constantly at war. This morning, Rachel was enjoying the quiet. It was a quiet that was ended by the thoughts of her father informing her of the uninvited teleporter, and the need for someone that could perform first aid. Rachel was by no means a doctor or a combat medic, but she had learned enough first aid in the future to be of some use at 6am in the morning. ::On my way down.:: Rachel had already pulled on her uniform and was heading out of her apartment. Grabbing the nearest first aid kit that was to hand before her feet lifted off the ground allowing her to move that little bit faster than she could have if she was relying on her feet alone. With first aid kit in hand, Rachel made a bee line for the school, she needed to get into the basement to meet with the others. ::Do you need me to wake Hank?:: Rachel communicated this time with her mother and father in unison, if there was need for a medic then there was a chance things were bad and Hank would be the best to seeing to such injuries rather than Rachel was. |
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| Cyclops | May 14 2015, 03:47 AM Post #4 |
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::On my way down.:: came a second voice in his head and Scott smiled, just a small smile. His daughter, time displaced, anachronistic, and a chronologic anomaly who he loved with all of his heart. She has suffered a great deal at the hands of very bad man, and from the looks of this girl who clung to him and barely managed the strength to whisper a thank you, so had Roamana. Rachel, more than most, would know what this girl had so obviously been through, and that would go a good ways towards helping her to recover from it. ::Do you need me to wake Hank?:: ::No, honey,:: Scott thought at her, ::It doesn't look like a lot of physical damage, but she's pretty shaken. I'm afraid our bouncing blue puffball of a doctor might be a little much for her. I think we should let her nerves settle before we get too X-Men-y on her.:: Pulling his focus back to their guests, Scott glanced at Longshot, "You're with us, Longshot. Do I need to remind you of the rules?" "No wandering," Longshot said, dutifully, "No stabbing, no being naughty in general. Really, Summers, I'm turning over a new leaf, haven't you heard?" "Just behave yourself, and explain what's going on," Scott said, shifting the girl in his arms, as she leaned her head on his shoulder. He was a strong man, and she was a young girl, so there was no real effort involved beyond the awkwardness of having a girl in his arms, particularly a strange girl that he didn't know. He wasn't an affectionate man, Scott Summers, but he was one who realized, after much learned self reflection, that his stoic calm was sometimes more comforting than a coddling cuddle. They went into the school and headed for the elevator. It was early enough that there were very few students up yet, but those who were up gawked at the site of their teacher carrying in a new girl, brought in by a pretty man that none of them knew, but who strolled beside Scott as if he owned the place. Longshot smiled boldly at an student that locked eyes with him and he said, "I'll tell you the story when we are out of earshot of impressionable youth, but it's enough to say that there is something quite sinister going on, and Roamana is proof that it's not just co-incidence and isolated events. Someone is taking mutants from around the world, Scott, and doing experiments on them. She's the first one I was able to find alive. All I've seen so far are empty labs with blood stains on the floor." "Why didn't you tell us about this before?" Scott frowned, "Why am I just hearing about this right now?" "Would you have believed me without proof?" Longshot asked. Scott looked at him, his eyes darting sideways behind his red glasses. "Good point." They stepped into the elevator and the two story drop was quick but smooth, and when the doors slid open, the dark wood and cosy grandeur of the upper levels was replaced by the stark white and sterility of the subbasement. Scott hurried the girl to the infirmary and went to set her on an examination table. "You might want to give her a chair, Summers," Longshot said, "I doubt a gurney is going to be a welcome thing at this moment." Looking down at the girl in his arms, Scott guessed that the little clone, also no stranger to genetic experimentation might be right about this. He pulled up one of the chairs, and he gently set the girl in it. "Someone is going to come down and check to make sure you're physically ok. She's a very nice girl, if I do say so myself, because she's my daughter, and she's got at little experience with bad things happening, so she's going to take very very good care of you. Can you tell me anything? What they did? Who it was? How you were taken? Were there others with you? Friends? Family?" He looked her in the eyes the best he could behind his red glasses and he said, "Is there anyone I can call for you?" |
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| Roamana Bishop | May 14 2015, 05:34 AM Post #5 |
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On any other day, a day where she hadn't narrowly escaped death, the idea of being carried through a building by a man she had only met moments before would be met with awkward laughter. That wasn't the kind of girl Roam was. She was independent, strong. Stranger or no, why in the world would someone be carrying her like some bride in the early 90's? But, this wasn't any other day. Honestly, Roamana wasn't sure her body could get her walking if he set her down. She used her grip on him to keep her from falling back against his arms. Now that the adrenaline of fighting White and Black were gone, whatever she had undergone while unconscious was starting to set in. Her body ached, head throbbing rhythmically. Her throat was dry and raw, part from screaming/crying and part from dehydration. The constant pull and strain against her restraints left her arms and legs feeling stiff and tight, as if she had just been running or swimming too long. Roamana's eyes stayed open as the trio walked through the mansion, and to an elevator. Longshot began talking about what was going on, and how she was the first one alive... there must have been more than just the boy. How many others had the duo killed? What if there were more of them? The idea of having anyone else face what she just had made her stomach turn, as she remembered the horrid smell that assaulted her senses in that place. The elevator doors opened to reveal stark, white walls, and a sterile smell. The idea of anything remotely medical had her nearly jumping out of her skin. The word 'gurney' alone made her tremble, until she was set in a chair. Much, much better than a gurney. She slumped against the back of the chair, taking a few deep breaths as she fought the exhaustion brought on by what had just occurred. "Someone is going to come down and check to make sure you're physically ok. She's a very nice girl, if I do say so myself, because she's my daughter, and she's got at little experience with bad things happening, so she's going to take very very good care of you. Can you tell me anything? What they did? Who it was? How you were taken? Were there others with you? Friends? Family?" It took a few seconds for Roamana to even comprehend all the questions and information she had just been presented with. She didn't even try to ask about the person Scott said was coming to join them - it wasn't important right now. "I don't know what they did," she whispered hoarsely. "There were two of them, one had a black mask on his face, the other one called him Bert. And there was one in white," Roam turned to look at Longshot, finding a bit of comfort in knowing he was there, "Longshot saved me from him, left him there." She paused, running a hand through her hair. "I just got here with my family. We were staying in a hotel by the city. Someone broke in while I slept. I woke up when I heard something, but they shot me with... something." Roam tapped her left shoulder to show where. "It burned at first, and then it just all went black." She paused to rub her eyes, sunken in and puffy. "There was a boy, dead. Blue skin, spines on his arms. I don't know if anyone knew him..." She trailed off, leaning forward and using her elbows to prop herself up. "Is there anyone I can call for you?" Roamana immediately nodded, perking up slightly. "Yes, yes - my parents, they're probably still sleeping at the hotel. We were supposed to come here today for a tour, my dad had called about it before we got here. I don't remember the name," she patted at her hips, and muttered a small curse under her breath when she realized she didn't have her phone on her. "Can't remember the number either." |
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| Marvel Girl | May 14 2015, 05:50 PM Post #6 |
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Rachel was glad that things weren't so bad to require a proper doctor, that meant that she wasn't likely going to walk into a scene where blood was going everywhere. :: I'll be there in a few then.:: Rachel didn't want to intrude any more than she needed to. Especially given that he was with someone else, and so she closed off the telepathic communications with him while she was in the elevator travelling down into the basement. Just because she wasn't talking to her father though didn't mean that she wasn't actively scanning the area he was in with her mind, she picked up on the presence of the clone - one she didn't recognise, and the girl. For now she avoided going any farther than a brief surface scan of Roamana's mind, she didn't want to pick up any emotions without being able to talk to the girl face to face. Once the elevator doors were opened, Rachel carried the first aid kit and allowed her powers guide her to the room where her father, Roamana and Longshot were. Rachel caught only the tail end of the conversation that was going on. It seemed the girl who wasn't really all that younger than herself was due to come here for a tour, but for whatever reason that could just be a result of the trauma that she might have experienced. "I can help you with that later," Or her mother could for that matter, whichever was easiest. Rachel wasn't all that keen on going into people's minds it reminded her all too much of her time as a Hound but if there were need for it then she would do it if it meant helping someone out. Rachel placed the first aid kit on the table beside the table that Roamana had been put on. "Let's get you checked out first and make sure you're alright?" Rachel gave the girl the briefest of smiles. ::Don't worry, I'm not going to ask you what happened or anything that might make you feel uncomfortable, I'm just here to help:: As she spoke, Rachel reached for the first aid kit and opened it up, reaching first of all for the alcohol wipes. "You can call me Rachel," The telepath then taking the conversation back to voice so that the other's weren't excluded, though that was so she could talk to them as well without distressing Roamana. "What can I call you?" Ripping the packet, she unfolded the wipe as her eyes scanned the what was visible of the girls skin looking for anything that might need her attention first. "Is there anywhere that particularly the hurts the most?" Bedside manner wasn't Rachel's natural forte, it was something that she had to work at, but dealing with gently meant that less distress would be caused in the long run. As she set about sorting out Roamana, Rachel projected her thoughts between both Longshot and her father allowing both to hear what the others might say to her in return. :: So what do we know about her? Given she knew of the school I guess she's not a new manifestation?:: |
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| Longshot | May 15 2015, 02:56 AM Post #7 |
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Probability, Psychometry, Cloned Origin, Empathic Charisma
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Listening to the story, Longshot watched Scott Summers's face. It was often hard to tell what the X-Man was thinking, because he kept his emotions in check so stringently, but his eyes... well, if they were windows to the soul then the man was an inferno ready to burst. Outwardly though, there was nothing but a slight tightening of his jaw. "Summers?" Longshot said, quietly. "Do you want to know..." His words cut off as a girl entered, and even if Scott had not revealed that it was going to be his daughter joining them, Longshot would have recognized the child of Jean and Scott. Her mother's hair and beauty, her compassion and the way she immediately exuded comfort. Her father's strength and composure, efficiency and lack of hesitation. The only thing that wasn't matching up was her age. An adult child that Longshot had never met in their various interactions over the years. His hand came out to reach for her sleeve, so that his psychometry would tell him all he needed to know, but a strong, well calloused hand caught his delicate wrist, firmly but not with malice. "No," Scott said, his voice low and discrete, "We'll talk if you want to know, but no. Ok? Not without her permission. You don't want to see her stories." Longshot looked up at Scott, surprised, thinking for a moment that this was just over protective daddy issues, but there was something in the grip on his wrist that made him bow his blond head, respectfully. "As you wish, Headmaster." Scott released him and looked over at Rachel and Roamana, "Rach, you got this?" he asked, and at the acknowledgement, he said, "If you were scheduled to come for a tour, then your information will be in our systems. I'll find that and see what we can do about getting in contact with your parents. I'm sure they're frantic. It's lucky that you ended up right where you needed to be," Scott looked at Longshot, and said, "I'm just sorry it had to be under such circumstances." Nodding, Longshot said, "This is something bad, Scotty, something really bad." "I'm starting to realize that, Longshot," Scott said, "Let's get our new friend cared for, and then we'll have a talk, ok?" "Yes, sir." Scott looked at him, closely, and said, "What's happened to you, Longshot?" "All my existence, I've been what people perceive me to be, Scott," Longshot said, sincerely, "and, it's time I decide for myself who I am." |
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| Roamana Bishop | May 15 2015, 04:49 AM Post #8 |
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The sound of a new voice made Roamana jump a bit, her heart racing for a second before being assured that this new presence was welcome. She swallowed hard, watching as the young woman approached her, then sat next to her. Any other day of her life, being surrounded by mutants would be the coolest thing ever, but she was still full of anxiety. It took a few seconds before she was able to settle. "Let's get you checked out first and make sure you're alright?" The young woman smiled at her, briefly, and Roamana flashed one right back. While still shaken, the high octane fear gripping her before was starting to fade. ::Don't worry, I'm not going to ask you what happened or anything that might make you feel uncomfortable, I'm just here to help:: Roam's eyes widened when she heard that voice, knowing full well that the woman's lips hadn't moved. She was a telepath. Real life, in the flesh, totally badass telepath, and for a second, that realization made the giddy teenager come back out in Roamana - wasn't every day you were in the room with a telepath. "That's wicked awesome," she whispered with a sheepish grin, her normal bubbly self starting to peek through. She wasn't okay, wasn't better; not by a long shot. But it was a start. "You can call me Rachel. What can I call you?" Roam shifted her weight again, still needing to use the chair to support her frame. Between fighting for her life and whatever crap they had done to her before she came to, her body felt broken. There were few open wounds, most just being superficial, but the ache in her core was almost unbearable. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss. I'm Roam." She had always preferred that nickname - especially now, where hearing it in this strange place would be a welcome comfort. Her eyes drifted closed for a second while everyone's attention was elsewhere, before Rachel's voice snapped her back into reality. "Is there anywhere that particularly the hurts the most?" Roam thought for a moment, still fighting the urge to sleep. "My head. It all hurts, though," she muttered, still in and out of focus. "If you were scheduled to come for a tour, then your information will be in our systems. I'll find that and see what we can do about getting in contact with your parents. I'm sure they're frantic. It's lucky that you ended up right where you needed to be, I'm just sorry it had to be under such circumstances." The corner of her lips turned into a soft smile, again adjusting her weight slightly to lean on the chair's side. "Ten-thirty a-m, May 8th. We've been planning it for a while. Certainly didn't expect to get here like this." She stretched her back out slightly, and winced. The two men discussed what had happened for a moment, before Roam felt she had a bit to add. "They mentioned harvesting something from me, that I had to be alive for. And that there was a boss, someone them giving them orders from higher up. I don't know if it helps at all." She bit her lip as she paused. "Is there a way to go back? Get the boys body? I want to find his parents, if we can. Or at least bury him. I don't want to just leave him there. And... I know it may not be my place, but I want to know everything. I want to understand why that all happened." She felt as if she may have overstepped a line, but she knew, there was not going to be any semblance of peace if she left even a single loose end. |
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| Marvel Girl | May 15 2015, 04:58 PM Post #9 |
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It wasn't surprising that Rachel could sense the discomfort that came from the girl as she began to speak, she had been through something traumatic and nobody, not even a Summers jumped right back into the thick of it without any signs that showed they were worse for wear. There was a smile though when Rachel set about sorting her out; that was something. It showed that the soul hadn't been utterly crushed and that there was a good chance that she would jump back from whatever ordeal she had been through without too much lingering damage. "It certainly has it's plus sides," Rachel spoke back with an equally hushed voice as if the others weren't allowed to hear what it was that that they were saying. Being a telepath, with telekinesis was pretty awesome when you thought about it. It provided you the best of both worlds, but Rachel wasn't always comfortable with her telepathy; she had been made to do bad things because of her telepathy and the strength of it. Longshot instinctively reached out to touch her. Rachel herself wasn't aware of his powers, but given that her father stepped in to stop him touching her but the comment added was barely audible to her, so she could only guess at what was being said between the pair. The display of her powers was serving as an excellent distraction and allowed for Roam to come that little bit out of her comfort zone without feeling pressured too. Rachel was far better at this sort of thing than she cared to admit, or perhaps even realised herself. For a moment, Rachel glanced back over her shoulder at Scott and Longshot, "Yeah, we'll be all good here in no time." The wounds didn't seem like they were going to be anything that required surgery or stitches, so that was something at least. "Nice to meet you too Roam, this might sting a little but I'll get it done as quickly as I can." Rachel began to dab clean the most visible of the wounds with the antiseptic wipes. Once the wounds were clean, then she would be able to set about adding some bandages and band-aids to ensure no infections could seep into the wounds. Rachel was going to ask Roam about her powers; it would serve as a good way to keep her distracted, but it seemed that the girl was intent on talking about what she had just been through. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing; these things were better out than in where they could do less damage than if they were bottled up within. Revelations about experimentations on mutants were nothing new; it had happened plenty in this time but the revelation that this was what the girl had gone through caused Rachel's hand to be caught mid-air. While she had broadly accepted the traumas that she had gone through herself - the wounds were still a little raw when she was caught off guard by such things. Thankfully she had enough restraint to be able to ensure the revelation didn't cause the objects around them that weren't bolted down suddenly flying to the floor in a wave of telekinetic energy. Biting her tongue for now Rachel focused instead upon the task at hand, instead leaving the option of returning to the scene as something for Scott and Longshot to decide upon. |
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| Jean | May 17 2015, 04:15 AM Post #10 |
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Jean was out the door and heading down to the infirmary but slowed her pace when she felt Rachel, alerted by her father, go to the girl’s aid; Roamana, the name filtered through Scott’s mind for Jean. Reaching out her thoughts for miles, Phoenix touched the minds of their neighbors, near and far. Sleeping. Having breakfast. Watching morning television. All seemed well and normal. She touched no minds in pursuit of the traumatized girl. “Don’t worry, Roam, he won’t be just left there,” Jean said gently as she joined them minutes later. “We wish we could’ve saved him while he was alive, it’s a shame that we’re too late for that, but we can make sure he’s taken care of in death.” As Jean spoke, she went to the girl’s side and took her hand, giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze. “You seem tired. I know that sleeping may sound like something that’s impossible for you to do right now, but after everything you’ve been through, you need rest. You’ve done your part, getting this information to us; when we find your parents and we’ll bring them to you, I promise, I’m Jean, Scott’s wife and Rachel’s mother,” she explained, putting her hand on Rachel’s shoulder. :: We should get there as quickly as possible, before the site is sanitized, by whoever did this or SHIELD, if they catch wind of it. :: Jean thought to the others, only excluding Roam, who had other worries. |
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| Cyclops | May 17 2015, 11:37 PM Post #11 |
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As Roamana started asking about what was going to happen with the boy that had been killed before Longshot could find them, Scott looked at the little clone, trying to figure out if he was telling the truth or not. Longshot couldn't help being what he was. He was built by a madman to do evil things, and had since been broken and reassembled and twisted and molded until he didn't even really know what he was himself. If he was trying to do the right thing here, though, if Longshot had no real ulterior motive, then holding him to suspicion might get other mutants killed. Jean arrived and she and Rachel assured the girl that they weren't going to let the boy rot there, his body unclaimed and uncared for. "Longshot and I will go back there and see what we can do, ok? At the very least we can retrieve his body and make sure it gets returned to people who care." Scott looked back to Longshot, only to find the little man staring at Jean, not a little fear in his eyes. It made sense. Jean was the one who had turned his sinister mind to ash, breaking Mojo's conditioning that first time. He had since described Jean as a Firebird Goddess and held her in awe and fright, which was, in Scott's opinion, probably a good thing. "Longshot," he said, quietly, "You with me?" Longshot dragged his eyes away from Jean and said, "What? Oh, yes, yes, of course, Summers. I can show you the way." His slightly unfocused blue eyes darted back to Jean and he said, "I mean what I say about trying to be a better person." "I believe you," Scott said, which Longshot would understand was high praise indeed. "Jean, Rachel, take care of her, and keep a third eye open for anyone who might be looking for her. I'll be back." Stooping just enough to look Roamana squarely in the eye, Scott said in his steady tenor, "You're safe, Roamana, and we'll fight tooth and nail to keep you that way, I promise, and I don't lie, not about helping our people, our children to survive. About that I am always honest." He stood straight and nodded to Longshot, "Show me." The two men headed to the elevator, and then, as their feet left the front porch, they teleported away. |
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