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Post by Risty on Dec 29, 2003 16:04:40 GMT -4
Thinking of the dashboard that Rogue splintered when she found out about Logan, Mystique looked up the stairs again. "I know she's strong. She surprises me all of the time." She returned Storm's smile. "Rogue will be fine."
Picking up the bags again she thought before suggesting this next part. "...if you ever need...closure. I will be glad to help you." To even suggest that she masquerade as the deceased Logan so that Storm could tell him whatever she wanted and feel like she had closure for it seemed so strange. But she knew that if there was a deep regret at not having told him something-Storm would carry that burden the rest of her life.
She was only trying to help.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 29, 2003 16:08:26 GMT -4
Christine barely acknowledged the newcomer - still reeling from the dream she had while under the care of the Inner Circle. She whimpered ever so softly.
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Post by Storm on Dec 29, 2003 16:12:28 GMT -4
Storm didn’t even attempt to disguise the shock at Mystique’s last statement.
She could not possibly mean…
“I do hope that you are not suggesting what I took that comment to mean,” she replied, her tone having taken on a slightly frigid quality. “Because if you even think of impersonating him around here, it will only cause more pain. Some of this I guarantee to be your own.”<br>
As she spoke, Storm had taken on a defensive stance, her arms crossed over her chest and her eyes narrowed.
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Post by Risty on Dec 29, 2003 16:24:27 GMT -4
Suddenly Storm's eyes went a bit hazy, and Mystique knew that however well intentioned her request had been it did not go over very well at all. This is why it's so much easier to be selfish.
"Very well." She said. "I was only trying to help. I meant no offense."
With the bags in hand she started past Storm, keeping her head level. That was as close to an apology as she would ever give. If the woman is too proud to see that it might do her good, then I am certainly not going to grovel before her like a scared puppy dog!
She stopped beside Storm and looked her in the eye. "I had nothing to gain from that suggestion."
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Post by Storm on Dec 29, 2003 16:38:21 GMT -4
Pushing her anger away, Storm met Mystique’s eyes.
“I have no doubt that your intentions were true, but it was in poor taste,” she replied, her voice having returned to normal.
I would be able to see him again, but it would not be him. That would be far worse than it is already.
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Post by Risty on Dec 29, 2003 16:49:34 GMT -4
Mystique softened a little and nodded at her. "Perhaps you're right." She leaned in so that only Storm could hear her. "You carry a great weight on you. I do not have empathic or telepathic powers, but even through all your strength I can see it..and I see the chaos threatening to overwhelm you."
She stayed in close, and held Storm's gaze. "I think we both know we don't want that to happen."
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Post by Storm on Dec 29, 2003 17:06:09 GMT -4
Relaxing her stance, Storm instead hugged her arms around her middle.
“I am doing all that I can to ensure that that will never happen,” she responded, as Mystique’s words hit home. That was her greatest fear; to lose control, and not be able to get it back. She couldn’t bring herself to even think of the potential outcome.
“But our focus must not be on ourselves right now, but on the impending threat. If we are not prepared…” she trailed off, knowing that she did not need to complete her sentence for the meaning to be heard.
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Post by Risty on Dec 29, 2003 17:15:20 GMT -4
Mystique did not need to hear the rest of it. It just confirmed every fear that she had harbored since learning of Logan's demise. The Sentinels were no laughing matter, and to take them lightly was foolish and deadly.
She pursed her lips together and nodded again. "Well we'll just have to be ready for them." She gave Storm a slight smile and wink. "I believe I have something that might take them off guard." She motioned over her shoulder up the stairs for Storm to follow her and began walking without looking back.
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Post by Storm on Dec 30, 2003 13:09:00 GMT -4
As Mystique started up the stairs, Storm turned her attention back to Christine.
“I believe the best thing for you is some rest. Maybe Henry can help?” she said to the young girl, as she glanced up to see which hallway Mystique had taken.
Storm felt as if she was being pulled in several directions, and if she didn’t choose, she’d be pulled apart. But when it came down to it, she knew she had to put her emotions aside, and do what was best for everyone. If Mystique had a plan that would help them against the Sentinals, then that is where she had to be. Making sure everyone was prepared to defend themselves when the time came took precedence over comforting a child who had a nightmare, one that was brought on herself by careless drinking.
“No matter how real it may have seemed, it was only a dream. You must not worry about it, child. We cannot afford to fall apart now,” Ororo continued, trying to sound comforting.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 30, 2003 13:15:14 GMT -4
Christine stared horror-stricken at the mention of Dr McCoy. She couldn't face him - not after the events in her dream. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she fainted. Still traumatized by her nightmare, she unknowningly shared bits and pieces of what happened.
OOC: see page three of Getting Plastered II - Grief
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Post by Storm on Dec 30, 2003 13:53:11 GMT -4
Random images flashed through Storm’s mind, like hundreds of photographs, in a fast, incoherent slide show. She tried to make sense of the pictures, to grasp on to one long enough to get a good look at it, but to no avail. Then suddenly, it stopped.
Leaning back heavily against the stairway’s railing, she tried to clear her head, when her eyes fell on Christine’s unconscious form.
She has spent so much time in the MedLab lately, maybe it would be more beneficial to take her to her room to sleep this off.
Scooping the small girl up into her arms, Storm made her way up the stairs, and to Christine’s room. Placing her in her bed, she pulled the soft comforter up over her, before backing out of the room. Flipping off the light, she closed the door behind her, before heading in the general direction that Mystique had disappeared to.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 30, 2003 14:20:52 GMT -4
Christine whimpered as she slept - still greatly troubled by what she had seen and "done?". She had no idea as to what was going on anymore - but only knew it was going to get a lot worse, and soon.
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