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Post by blink on Oct 16, 2004 23:49:49 GMT -4
Blink had managed to get away from Fury and his men, and spent a very cold and lonely night in an abandoned building with one hand pressed to her side to try and stop the bloodflow from the bulletwound. Just a little reminder of the timeline she'd escaped from. She'd jogged it too much in the fight and the wound was aching, sending little flashes of pain all through her. She ignored it. She was very good at ignoring pain.
As much as she disliked it, she hunted down a few pigeons across the rooftops. Plucked them clean and cooked them. She had a lot of survival skills; she liked living. Mr Creed had taught her a lot, more or less everything she knew.
In the morning, her powers were back. Blink decided to try for the one other person in the world she cared about even a little. Kyle. Wildchild. She breathed in deeply, thought a small prayer to a God she didn't believe in very much.
And blinked.
She drew two darts from her quiver, holding them easily in her hands as they picked up a purple glow and looked around. Raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Hello."
((TAGS: all))
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Post by wildchild on Oct 17, 2004 3:02:41 GMT -4
Kyle snarled, restraining his urge to lunge and rip her throat out.
"Who the hell are you? And how did you get here?"
She had just appeared! Out of thin air! She smelt familar but not, like pack but not and it made his head hurt. So he wanted to get rid of the cause of that hurt and tear her into shreds.
His fingers crooked into claws as he bared his teeth at hre.
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Post by blink on Oct 17, 2004 5:58:31 GMT -4
Blink let the charge die down out of her weapons as she stared at Kyle.
"My name is Blink. It answers both questions, Wildchild. Kyle. You're talking...that's good."
She smiled. The darkened patch on the side of her tunic grew a little redder, a little darker.
"Stop growling. I'm not here to attack you, even if I was looking for you. But if you feel up to a spar later, I'll be happy to oblige."
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Post by wildchild on Oct 17, 2004 10:19:56 GMT -4
If Kyle had been a dog, his hackles would have been raised and his head down low, jaws hanging open and ears flat back against his skull. This girl frightened and confused him, things that pushed all his buttons into straight out animal rage.
How does she know my *name*? Both names? And what's with the comment on me talking?
"You're not explaining enough or quick enough," he said in a gutteral voice, eyes a feral amber.
He twitched slightly as the two sides of himself fought each other in his mind. Both sides were afraid. And both sides were angry. The argument was getting hysterical and violent, with the Beast beginning to win out over his humanity.
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Post by blink on Oct 17, 2004 10:41:36 GMT -4
Blink leaned back on one foot slightly, and crossed her arms. Calmly confident that she could handle anything he felt like throwing at her.
"It's hard to explain, but I'll give you the quick notes version. I'm from an alternate timeline, not very far removed from this one. We knew each other there."
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Post by wildchild on Oct 19, 2004 19:48:14 GMT -4
Now she was *really* making his head hurt. Kyle raised his upper lip and snarled at her like a dog, fangs gleaming in his distorted mouth.
"I don't think you should be here."
Christine, you interfering mindreading woman, when something like this happens, where the hell are you?
The girl across from him smelt like blood and prey, but at the same time, there was some other scent clinging to her. Something feline and predatory. It wasn't her. But she'd been close to whatever, or whoever it had been. The scent made him either want to submit to the owner of the scent, or rip their throat out.
Kyle's head was *really* hurting now.
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Post by blink on Oct 19, 2004 20:15:47 GMT -4
"Kyle..." Blink said soothingly.
"Calm down."
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Post by chamber on Oct 21, 2004 23:48:09 GMT -4
"Kyle...calm down," Jonothon heard a female voice say soothingly.
It sounded familar. He opened the door to the room and his knees nearly gave out from under him. She was *dead*. She'd given everything to save the rest of Generation X, and they hadn't even been a team for that long. He could still remember her frightened face as she reached out for Banshee, and then the blink field had grabbed her along with the Phalanx ship.
And she'd never come back.
"Oh my god...*Clarice*? PAIGE!"
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Post by blink on Oct 22, 2004 1:46:17 GMT -4
Blink's head whipped around at the familar telepathy whispering then fair shouting into her mind. No mouth. He didn't have a mouth. Or if he did, it was behind the bandages. But he was *alive*.
"Jesus Christ...Jono?!"
She'd been so angry with Piotr and his little Katya when she and Mr Creed had dropped back round the X-Men base after the mission to rescue Ilyana from a human death camp. Generation NeXt consumed by the camp. Gone. Just...gone.
They had been in a war. She'd grown up fighting in it. Never known a world without it. Just as they had. All the members of Generation NeXt. Her friends. Chamber, Husk, Mondo, Skin...oh god. Were they alive here now as well?
He'd shouted for Paige. That meant she was here. Oh god.
Blink's eyes rolled up in her head and she quietly collapsed in a dead faint. Too weak from bloodloss to cope with the shock.
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Post by husk on Oct 22, 2004 13:19:20 GMT -4
Paige excused herself, himself, from the party and headed out, neatly husking and disposing of the husk she, he, had been using. She, back in her normal form, complete with evening gown, hurried to Jono's side. "What's wrong, lov--" she started to ask before seeing Clarice.
"She's alive!? How, when?!"
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Post by chamber on Oct 23, 2004 8:29:12 GMT -4
Jonothon caught Clarice as she collapsed, leaping forward to grab her before she hit the floor. His wide eyes swung to look at Paige, heavy black hair falling across his face.
"I don't know! She was just...and she knew me, Paige! She-"
He lifted his hand from where it was around her side, feeling wetness. His fingertips came away red. He very quietly started to panic.
"Christ, she's bleeding! MOIRA!"
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Post by wildchild on Oct 23, 2004 20:57:08 GMT -4
"You know who she is then?" Kyle said, trying to control his more feral instincts.
"She just appeared. Out of nowhere."
He inhaled shallowly through his mouth.
"She's bleeding pretty hard. Might want to get something to stop that. Not everyone heals as quickly as I do."
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Post by blink on Oct 23, 2004 21:41:43 GMT -4
Blink woke up from her faint being held by strong arms. A moment's calculation told her it wasn't Mr Creed, so she went berserk, kicking and flailing as she struggled upwards through the mists of unconsciousness.
"Le'go me! BOSS!"
She didn't want to remember that Creed was somewhere else and not with her, and that she had fled to save her own sorry hide.
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Post by chamber on Oct 24, 2004 2:33:20 GMT -4
Jonothon jerked his head back as her hand hit him in the face hard.
"Clarice! Calm down! I ain't gonner 'urt yer, gel!"
Her mind was too loud to ignore. What did Clarice have to do with Creed?
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Post by drmactaggert on Oct 24, 2004 9:18:35 GMT -4
Moira excused herself from Anne's side, confessing that an emergency arose that she had to attend to now before things got worse and could she check on Christine later for her.
Moira ran outside, clad in her indigo evening dress and came upon a scene she hadn't expected. She quickly tore the hem of the dress, not caring about it and wrapped the material around the wound. "Inside, now."
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