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Post by chamber on Oct 24, 2004 9:30:36 GMT -4
"Ouch!" Jonothon yelped as Blink's flailing hand hit him across the ear.
"Clarice, gel, calm yerself down!"
He sighed with relief as Moira reappeared, following the doctor quickly.
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Post by blink on Oct 24, 2004 20:33:56 GMT -4
"J-Jon?"
Blink relaxed slightly into his arms, closing her eyes wearily. Her side hurt.
"I thought you were dead..."
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Post by chamber on Oct 24, 2004 23:19:09 GMT -4
"Thought the same about yer, gel."
Jonothon picked up the pace slightly, following Moira through the base.
"An' where'd yer spring from, Clarice? How'd yer find us?"
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Post by blink on Oct 25, 2004 5:05:39 GMT -4
"Closed m' eyes, wished f'r Kyle and blinked. Y' know I'm stronger then Kurt. The blue Kraut has to see where he's going, but I don't," Blink said.
She opened her eyes again and looked up at him, slightly confused as to why he had the bandages over his face.
"Why are you wearing bandages over your face for? An' why aren't ya talking?"
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Post by chamber on Oct 25, 2004 17:53:27 GMT -4
Blue Kraut? Jonothon hoped Christine hadn't heard *that*.
"Long story that, ducks. Let's just get yer bandaged up first. What happened?"
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Post by blink on Oct 26, 2004 3:55:56 GMT -4
"One of the Madri clipped me...hate guns," Blink murmured.
"^&%$ing fanatics."
Row upon row of identical men, all dressed in the same uniform. Each armed to the teeth, an inexorable wave of force.
"For Apocalpyse!"
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Post by chamber on Oct 26, 2004 19:36:26 GMT -4
Madri? Jonothon didn't know the term. And then he was hit with a flash of her memory.
Bleeding hell, Jamie Madrox...and Apocalypse.
He looked down at her faintly pain-drawn face. What reality had she come from?
And then a wave of Christine's anguish hit him, making him stumble and nearly making him drop Clarice to the ground.
"Chris?"
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Post by drmactaggert on Oct 27, 2004 20:11:07 GMT -4
Paige caught Jono's arm and helped steady him. "Careful, lover," she murmrued.
"Less talk, more movement," Moira said, rushing them into a private room to treat the injured girl's side. "What kind of gun are we talking about that was used?"
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Post by blink on Oct 27, 2004 20:25:29 GMT -4
"Didn't see. Probably a MK47," Blink said, wincing slightly.
"Not a dumdum bullet or an explosive, they weren't counting on Mr Creed and Kyle being there. Didn't have the right weapons."
She didn't notice the looks that went around when she said Creed's name.
"Blinked out before the rest of the bullets hit me. Think they wound up killing a lot of their own guys...ha."
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Post by drmactaggert on Oct 27, 2004 20:28:12 GMT -4
"Just be careful mentioning that name around my daughter," Moira said. "She has a bit of a grudge against Creed for an event that happened between them. He killed the man she loved," Moira explained quietly.
She walked over to her medicinal cabinet and rummaged around, looking for the tools to remove the bullets and for equipment to sew the wound together.
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Post by blink on Oct 27, 2004 20:32:59 GMT -4
"Y' ever wondered why? Might've had a reason," Blink said.
"Or he's just messing with ya."
Her eyes followed Moira around the room.
"Where the hell am I, anyway?"
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Post by drmactaggert on Oct 27, 2004 20:38:10 GMT -4
"Genetic Research Centre on Muir Island," Moira said. "I'm Dr MacTaggart," she said by way of introduction. "I'm not normally this dressed up but my daughter is having her debut party. I hate politics," she said as an after thought.
Moira stiffened for a moment. "I don't know why he would do that. Christine has done nothing to him."
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Post by blink on Oct 27, 2004 20:43:43 GMT -4
Blink fell off the bed as she pushed away from Moira, the marks on her face standing out in stark relief as she went white.
"Moira McTaggert-Trask," she hissed in a low hate-filled voice.
"Genetic Research Centre? That what you're calling your hellhole of torture now? What, you need more subjects to pull apart to see what makes 'em tick, flatscan?"
A dart flipped into her fingers and started to glow purple.
"For the things you've done to mutants, you all probably deserved it. Boss woulda just been collecting on a debt *long* overdue."
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Post by drmactaggert on Oct 27, 2004 20:46:17 GMT -4
"I'm not married to anyone named Trask," Moira snarled angrily. "And why would I do *that*?! My own children are mutants!" She looked furious at the accusation being leveled at her by this child.
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Post by blink on Oct 27, 2004 20:52:19 GMT -4
"Yeah, Proteus. Heard'a him. Married Trask the Sentinel builder, put your own son down like a dog," Blink sneered.
"I don't care if this is another reality. People can't change that much from timeline to timeline. Next you'll be telling me that Sinister opened a daycare centre or something, frail."
She could feel the blood continuing to soak through her tunic, making her skin feel clammy. The edges of her lips were beginning to turn a pale blue as bloodloss contributed to her body not recieving enough oxygen.
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