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Post by blink on Sept 20, 2004 18:25:15 GMT -4
"You trusted me with your life, and I trusted you with mine," Blink said quietly.
"At the end...we fought. We didn't expect to be saved. The Human Council had dropped the nukes, and even if Apocalypse was mostly defeated, his men still battled on. And you made me go through the portal and save myself, Mr Creed."
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Post by Creed on Sept 21, 2004 9:55:23 GMT -4
Creed sat quietly and looked into Blink's eyes. His expression was passive, more serious and thoughtful than most people who knew him would ever have believed. He took a deep breath as he gently touched the side of her face with his hand.
He let out a sigh.
Then with one side of his mouth twisting into his familiar crooked smile, he laughed.
"I like you, kid", he said to her. "Yer even more screwed up th'n I am."
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Post by blink on Sept 21, 2004 10:12:11 GMT -4
Blink resisted the urge to lean into his touch, the closest thing to familair she'd found since she'd jumped through the M'Kraan's portal. To her, it hadn't been much more then ten minutes since she'd seen him fighting for the survival of a reality he would never know himself, that maybe somehow things would be better if the reality they had lived in was erased and written over.
She smiled wryly at his words.
"You'd probably be the best judge of that, I guess. But I know you can tell when someone's lying to you, and I'm not, Mr Creed."
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Post by Creed on Sept 21, 2004 10:29:22 GMT -4
Creed's eyebrows raised in surprise. She was right...and although he hadn't thought of it, it was exactly the reason he had indulged her. Beyond his admiration of her physical qualities, that is.
If he had sensed deception from her he'd have dismissed her or cut her throat.
But something about her made him want to do neither.
"Y'hungry, kid?", he asked and pushed aside the reason why. Creed was rarely introspective, and when he was -- it was dangerous. He didn't know why he felt ...somehow...protective....of her. He only knew that if he gave it much thought it would piss him off enough to make him kill her.
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Post by blink on Sept 21, 2004 10:34:58 GMT -4
Blink nodded slowly, pure white eyes still fixed on his amber ones. Maybe...just maybe, it would be alright after all. A little bit of the tension eased out from her shoulders.
"Yes, sir," she admitted.
Rations had been tight, right at the end. A lot of their usual food sources had been killed or fled.
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Post by Creed on Sept 21, 2004 12:11:41 GMT -4
"C'mon, darlin'...", he said with a grin. "Let's go find sumthin'..."
He stood and began to head toward an exit as though he expected her to follow him and then stopped. He seemed to consider something.
He turned and looked at her suspiciously.
"Y'don't have a problem eatin' meat'r nuthin', do ya?", he asked through narrowed eyes.
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Post by blink on Sept 21, 2004 17:32:37 GMT -4
Blink stood carefully, mindful of the bullet graze on her side before she followed Creed. At his question about eating meat, she laughed.
"No, Mr Creed. With you and Kyle around, meat was always on the menu. I don't have a problem with eating it."
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Post by Creed on Sept 21, 2004 18:08:40 GMT -4
Creed paused to really look at her once more and his expression was oddly stoic. He shook his head a little.
"Kid, yer startin' ta worry me", he said. "Ya act like Weapon X did a number on yer head, too."
A moment, and his concern had evaporated. He smiled and turned, acting like a proud tour guide.
"I gotta place in mind yer gonna love, kid. Best steaks aroun'." He turned on his heel and brought his face close to hers. "Bet'cha thought a guy like me'd just go find some rabbits're sumthin', huh?", he asked with a wily grin.
Then he turned once more and led the way toward the parking lot.
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Post by blink on Sept 22, 2004 5:39:15 GMT -4
Blink adjusted the quiver strap lying across one of her shoulders slightly, looking at him when he mentioned Weapon X.
Weapon X...that'd be the runt, Logan. But nah. Can't be, because he doesn't sound like he's talking about a person. Things are very, very different here.
"I woulda said deer, not rabbits, Mr Creed. More meat on a hoofed animal then a critter."
Intrigued by the possibility of steak, she walked after him. And besides...he was the only thing she recognised in this world she'd blinked herself into. Even if he wasn't exactly the person she'd left behind.
Steak...steak is from cows, isn't it? At least...I think it is.
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Post by Creed on Sept 22, 2004 10:19:45 GMT -4
Creed had reached his jeep and was about to get in when he stopped and took a step back to look at her as she approached the other side.
"Deer's good eatin', that's fer sure", he said in a distracted tone. His expression was confused.
"Y'sure sound like me sometimes, kid", he said as he turned his head to one side and considered her. The way she talked to the teenagers played back in his mind. "Ya'd almost make me believe ya heard that line from me."
He shook his head and got into the jeep.
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Post by blink on Sept 22, 2004 10:29:05 GMT -4
Blink eyed the jeep warily as they came up to it.
"If it isn't radiation poisoned or sick, deer's good eating. But good when we could get it."
These things work now? Of course they would. Apocalypse didn't round up everyone and put them in camps, so everything still works.
She opened the jeep and then slid into the passenger seat, deeply suspicious of the vehicle. Usually they didn't work so well. Sometimes they exploded. And fuel was scarce, so they didn't get used often.
"Mostly, you just called me 'kid' or 'pup'. But yeah, heard you call other women frails often enough. The vocab rubs off."
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Post by Creed on Sept 22, 2004 10:45:27 GMT -4
Crazy or not, the kid had done her homework. She knew enough about Creed to make her sick little story sound almost plausible.
In a flash of realization, Victor Creed realized he had a stalker.
For several minutes, the man called Sabertooth struggled to breathe through his laughter and tears as he thought of the irony and drove on toward the restaurant.
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Post by blink on Sept 22, 2004 10:55:59 GMT -4
Blink curled up in the seat, twirling one of her darts around in her slim fingers. She gave him an odd look for his behaviour, before finally, the dart glowed purple and she could almost feel her teleportation powers snapping back into place.
"Ah," she said softly with a pleased smile.
Banishing the glow from the dart and removing the spatial displacement she'd placed on it, she slid it back into the quiver on her back.
"Was wondering when that was gonna decide to start working again..."
And thank God it did. Now I have a *much* better escape route.
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Post by Creed on Sept 22, 2004 11:20:44 GMT -4
Creed parked his jeep haphazardly across two handicapped spaces and a part of the sidewalk. He got out resumed his tour guide persona, happily gesturing at the building's facade and covered awnings.
"This is it!", he told Blink with some excitement in his voice. "Yer gonna love this, kid."
He opened her door and offered his hand like a gentleman as she left the jeep. "This place is downright classy", he said, and then covered one of his nostrils with one finger and cleared the other with an outward breath. He cleared his throat noisily and spit onto the ground.
"Y'ready?", he asked her.
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Post by Nick Fury on Sept 22, 2004 15:26:26 GMT -4
A match flared in the darkness.
"You always were total class, Creed."
The lit end of a Stogie illuminated a craggy face, one eye covered by a patch. A cloud of smoke obscured the vision, and the cigar faded to a dim glow.
"That, or a total ass."
Nick Fury stepped forward into the parking lot lamp, one side of his trench coat tucked behind the butt of a pistol on his hip like a Wild West gunfighter.
"Don't know if you or your jailbait girlfriend keep up on current events, but there's a leash law in this town now. Why dontcha stand real still, and keep those mitts where I can see 'em."
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