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Post by drmactaggert on Oct 27, 2004 20:55:44 GMT -4
Moira looked at Jono. "I don't think this is the girl you knew," she said calmly, trying to regain her temper. "You want to blame something. Blame that damn M'Kraan Crystal. That messed with every timeline, every reality," she said, her voice going icy. "Now, sit down, shut up and let me help or feel free to bleed to death on the floor, your choice."
She paused. "And who the hell is Sinister?"
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Post by blink on Oct 27, 2004 21:04:41 GMT -4
"I jumped through that fecking crystal, so don't even start on that with me!" Blink snarled.
"We X-Men saved this world! This timeline exists only because mine killed itself off. Wasn't meant to happen...wasn't meant to be...be glad you don't know who Sinister is. Apocalpyse found enough work for him to do."
She shook the mood off slightly, looking at Jonothon and Paige.
"Promise me that she ain't pulling no tricks, Jon? Paige?"
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Post by drmactaggert on Oct 27, 2004 21:10:01 GMT -4
Paige took Blink's hand. "We promise, sugar," she said, her Kentucky drawl coming out. "Moira's one of the few people Xavier trusts. Maybe you should talk to Phoenix - she has a better understanding of what happened."
Moira looked over at Paige and Blink. "Now, think you can let me patch that injury up?" she asked. "That's all I'll do. I promise. I have no desire to tear anyone apart to see how they tick. None of my staff does either.
OOC: um.. I just noticed we forgot about Kyle ^^;;
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Post by blink on Oct 27, 2004 21:13:45 GMT -4
"We did it then. Xavier didn't die, Apocalpyse didn't rise. We won. Didn't all die for nuthin'," Blink murmured thankfully, gripping Paige's hand with her own. She looked at Moira suspiciously. "Fine. I still wouldn't trust you as far as I can throw you, but Jon and Paige do. That's enough for now." OOC: whoops...maybe he won't mind?
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Post by drmactaggert on Oct 27, 2004 21:19:22 GMT -4
OOC: well, that's what he gets for vanishing Moira nodded and started to clean the wound and stitch it shut. "Don't do anything that will strain the stitches for the next few days. And I want to check the site of the injury after a week, see how well it's healing," Moira said, her touch gentle. Paige smiled. "You'll like Phoenix. She's *our* age, maybe a year or two older," she said, sounding excited. She then froze. "Ah, damn, the party! I'm supposed to be there pretending to be the future husband. Damn it!" She slapped her forehead. "I'm too worn out right now to husk and take on that form."
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Post by chamber on Oct 28, 2004 6:37:07 GMT -4
Jonothon watched Blink with unfathomable brown eyes. She was a lot different to the girl he had known. Stronger. More confrontational. Harder. And she spoke about Creed like he was someone dear to her. The freak out when Moira told her her name and where she was had been accompanied by some of the strongest psychic memory flashes he'd experienced in a while.
If that had been the world Clarice had come from, then he was glad it had gone.
"Yer'll need ter go now to the ballroom, Moira. Christine's collapsed."
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Post by blink on Oct 28, 2004 7:08:39 GMT -4
Blink's face was poker blank as Moira stitched and cleaned the gunshot wound on her side.
"I might not be here in a week. I havta get out of here. I *have* to find Mr Creed. They've gone and put him in a cage, Jon. They put a goddamn *collar* on him. Do you have *any* idea what that will do to him?"
She fixed her jaw in a stubborn line.
"If I hadn't been shot, I could have gotten him out of there. I had to leave him behind to save my own stinkin' skin *again*."
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Post by drmactaggert on Oct 28, 2004 8:01:09 GMT -4
Moira opened her mouth to say something about Creed but shut it - she didn't want to endanger this fragile peace between them.
She paused a moment when Jono said what he did and she went white. "My baby," she whispered, before running from the room, scared for her daughter.
"Jono? What happened?" Paige asked. "What did she see?"
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Post by chamber on Oct 28, 2004 9:23:40 GMT -4
Jonothon gave Clarice another one of his unfathomable looks. People usually found it very hard to read his expressions because half his face was missing and it messed up their expectations.
"He's different here, Clarice. He was probably taken for a very good reason - stop him butchering people."
He turned to look at Paige.
"Summat bad, pet. Something very, very bad..."
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Post by blink on Oct 28, 2004 9:30:47 GMT -4
Blink glared at Jonothon.
"I don't believe you. This guy, Fury, he was *bad news*."
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Post by chamber on Oct 29, 2004 0:35:58 GMT -4
"Believe me, gel, this Creed ain't the one yer knew. Fury...we got a few bones ter pick wiv him as well."
Jonothon got to his feet.
"'M the only other 'path 'ere. I better go and see if I can help Christine. Yer'll be right with Paige, Clarice."
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Post by blink on Oct 29, 2004 3:50:26 GMT -4
Blink's hands balled into fists, set of her jaw showing her determination to take on the whole world if she had to on behalf of a man it would rather see dead. Or caged. Anything to keep him down.
He's got to be going *nuts*...I gotta get him outta there! I *owe* him bigtime, and even if he ain't exactly my boss, he's still the boss.
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