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Post by The Creator on Oct 20, 2003 21:32:23 GMT -4
Hearing Chris cry out, Rogue was even more desperate to relax and happily scooted closer to Remy when he put his arma about her shoulders. In the back of her head she knew that Wolverine wouldn't do anything to the cajun. He knew that this man meant too much to her and Logan would never hurt Rogue on prupose.
Turning her face into Remy's chest, she tried to drown out the images that she was getting from the prophesizing youth. Instead, she focused on being sucked into the dark and falling asleep...
Not working too well... she thought angrily. My arm is squished... well... there are ways to fix that...
Shifting positions ever so slightly, Rogue removed her right hand from her waist and slid it behind the cajun and around his back in a sort of half hug... Much better The tingling in her muscles soon faded.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Oct 20, 2003 21:35:44 GMT -4
"The professor..." she whimpered and buried her face in her hands. She was getting close to becoming completely hysterical. "They've hurt him.."
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Post by Gambit on Oct 20, 2003 21:41:16 GMT -4
Looking over at the frantic Christine, Remy wanted to go comfort her, but his current position would not allow it.
"Petite, it's gonna be okay. You wanna tell me what you saw? Dere be plenty o' room over here," Remy replied, his voice calm. He patted the space next to him on his right side, and threw her a reasuring smile.
"I don't bite."
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Oct 20, 2003 21:44:20 GMT -4
She somehow found the energy to move after subjecting herself to those draining searchs. She sniffled softly. "They have him... suspended into a standing position by a pole that pierced into his spinal cord," she whispered, tears streaking down her face.
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Post by Gambit on Oct 20, 2003 21:49:50 GMT -4
Gambit's eyes widened slightly at Christine's description.
"Is he concious?" he asked, looking concerned. Looking down at the top of Rogue's head, resting against his chest, he tried to figure out if she was sleeping or not.
I hope so. She already scared enough. She don' need ta hear dis.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Oct 20, 2003 21:53:35 GMT -4
"No.. they knocked him out earlier," she whispered. She was trembling uncontrollably. "Remy, I can't.." her voice quivered as she spoke. "I can't use my gift to locate him again - I'll lose all my sanity if I do..."
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Post by Gambit on Oct 20, 2003 22:00:05 GMT -4
"Shh, don' worry Petite," Remy replied, placing a comforting hand on Christine's shoulder.
"We'll find him some ot'er way. I t'ink it be more important ta have our team leader sane fo' de mission," he joked, trying to win a smile. "I don' t'ink de ot'ers will listen ta orders comin' from me."
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Oct 20, 2003 22:02:50 GMT -4
A faint smile graced her lips and she looked up at him. "Thanks," she whispered. She looked worn out and was just slowly coming out of hysterics. She was still trembling but trying to look brave and not afraid - for the sake of the others.
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Post by Gambit on Oct 20, 2003 22:07:16 GMT -4
Remy could feel the fear radiating off her in waves.
"You don' always have ta be de brave one. We all get scared sometimes," he said, before leaning in a little closer.
"Even me, petite, but don' tell anybody. It'll ruin my image," Remy whispered, so only Chris could hear. Pulling back, he smirked at her.
"Here you be learnin' all my secrets. I better not get on your bad side, 'cause you have some ammo ta use against me!"
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Oct 20, 2003 22:09:47 GMT -4
She made a tiny zipping gesture across her lips indicating that his secret was safe with her and that she would never tell. "Leaders can't afford to be scared," she whispered, fear still coloring her voice and eyes.
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Post by phantom on Oct 20, 2003 22:23:17 GMT -4
-----Charles-----
Feeling a prescence brush his mind, Xaveir stirred into consiousness. Sighting the large facelike machine starring at him once again, he found a real reason to be afraid.
He had been moved!
He was nw suspended in the same way as he was before, except that now he was in a ball shaped room, with others suspended the same way as he was lining the walls. thousands, tens of thousands of psychics, all trapped with their power accessable by a single chair in the middle, a machine to trap the power of the world, and focus it into a single entity, possibly to call forth the spirit of psychic powers, or to make one of their own.
the robotic face spoke once again as it left the room-"86% of subjects awake now, proceed with test run 2."
At which point Xavier felt his body surge with eletrical power, rushing all of his own mutant powes out of his head, he had one last secodn to react before whatever would happen did.
He called for help, to the first names that came to his head, but directed at everyone in the world. Everyone in the room did the same, as they were all linked into one great machine, one collective mind.
They scrame for the aid of Magneto and Christine, some with images of the room, some with calls for aid, some with memories of what had happened, but the most with a sparse spark of hope.
And then their collective world went black once more.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Oct 20, 2003 22:26:56 GMT -4
OOC: And people will wonder why what happens to Christine later happens  gee - my poor telepath Christine struggled to keep the images from coming. "No! No!" she screamed. Names, faces, powers, places, reasons why all zipped through at a rapid pace - pushing the fragile telepath to the brink. "Stop!! I beg you!!" She held her head and screamed, terrified blue eyes locking on Logan's. |
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Post by Magneto on Oct 21, 2003 7:29:55 GMT -4
Wolverine
Angry at himself for not having been able to comfort Chris and seeing how Gambit was sitting there whispering comforting words to her and even winning a slight smile from her, Logan growled under his breath-the sound of the semi drowning it out completely.
He was so caught up in his own frustration and anger when she was talking that he didn't know what to say. What do you do when all of this is taking place in her mind? He felt more than a little helpless. Give me a tangible target-something I can slash out at-not these psychic wars!
If only he knew that these feelings were not going to be getting any better anytime soon...
Then Christine locked eyes with him and screamed. Logan rushed over to her side and brushed Cajun away. "What is it Chris?"
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Oct 21, 2003 7:51:31 GMT -4
"Too many, too many," she whispered, burying her face in Logan's chest, crying. "Too many." She whimpered uncontrollably. "Too many telepaths and psychics screaming out for help and I can't keep their thoughts out." Tears streaked down her face. "I can't, I can't."
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Post by Magneto on Oct 21, 2003 7:57:09 GMT -4
Wolverine
Remembering the words that he had heard Charles tell her numerous times about how to rebuild her inner shield, Logan quoted them to her in a soft reassuring growl.
"Start at the foundation...the bedrock of your will. Layer by layer build your shield up one brick at a time...the mortar is your heart..."
He had no idea what they meant, but he had heard Chuck say these words to her many times.
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gee - my poor telepath