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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 9, 2010 19:52:46 GMT -4
The word that escaped the telepath was something that was best unrepeated in polite company. Her blue eyes flicked to and fro before deciding on the best course of action. She had only begun training in telekinesis - and she had yet to complete her training (something that she always kept putting off for reasons unknown to her).
She closed her eyes tightly and struggled, strained to keep the thing from hitting the mother and children. "One of you, get the civilians. I'll hold it," she grunted out, straining from the effort to keep the debris from hitting the others.
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Rahne
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Post by Rahne on Dec 10, 2010 8:14:19 GMT -4
Rahne nodded, and turned to the crowd. Barely any of them had reacted. Well, one way to get the sheep running was to scare them...and she had to admit that would fit in with her mood. But no, she would go softly at first and break out the teeth if they didn't pay heed to nice.
"Get back, run," Rahne ordered in a loud, no nonsense voice. Almost a bark. She spread her arms and started to push people back, working at getting them out of range. "Get BACK!"
At least she was a doctor - that might end up being ueful tonight.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 13, 2010 21:40:55 GMT -4
She could feel herself weakening, already feeling the pain exploding by her left eye (a clear sign she was in danger of having a migraine - a sign she had reached her limits), not to mention that her stomach was in clear revolt (the feeling of nausea far too strong to be normal). "Are they clear, Doctor?" she called, the strain clear in her voice. "I can't hold it much longer."
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Rahne
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Post by Rahne on Dec 14, 2010 0:31:43 GMT -4
"For the love of - Get back!" Rahne snarled, infuriated with the stupidity of the crowd. She let her teeth lengthn a little, adding a little real bite to her words. She ganced back at Christine as the young mutant warned her about reaching her limits. The signs of stress were clear to the ear, and to her nose.
Rahne turned, dropping the cane and sighing slightly about what was about to happen to her clthes. She liked this outfit, and what she was about to do would definitely split the seams. "Let it go, Christine!" she ordered as ashe shifted, voice dragging down into a growled command, slurring a little on the consonants as her jaws changed shape.
Halfway to wolfed out, Rahne was a lot stronger, faster and bigger. She'd wanted to avoid shifting if possible to avoid damaging her clothes and freaking out the humans. Right now, this seemed the best bet to avoid a fatality. She could withstand a lot of damage a normal human couldn't.
As soon as Christine let go of the ppiece of truck, Rahne jumped to catch it.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 19, 2010 14:30:37 GMT -4
When Christine let it down, she let it *down* - all the while thankful that Rahne was powerful enough to help. Her blue eyes fluttered and she crumpled, exhausted, drained, suffering from the mother of all migraines. Hopefully, she'd never have to do anything like that again in the near future.
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Rahne
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Post by Rahne on Jan 2, 2011 9:57:13 GMT -4
Rahne caught the piece of truck, grunting as the weight and inertia behind it set her flying back and down. She landed on her feet, skidding on the soft earth and snarling as she braced her knees against the weight and the push of the metal. Balancing herself, she lowered it to the ground and let it slip from her clawed fingers with a hard thump. Pushing her sleeves up and letting the wolf recede back inside, a very annoyed Scottish doctor made her way over to Christine on the ground. Slim pale hands checked the telepath's pulse, and thumbed up her eyelid gently to check on her pupil dilation. "Wagner, take her home if you can, somewhere quiet if you can't...if you can find anywhere," she snapped, temper rising now that the crisis was over and no obvious casualities were to be seen. Just terrified fair attendees. Whether they were more scared of the flying metal reoccuring or the werewolf that had just saved their lives or at least their bodily integrity, she wasn't sure of. The scent of terror was on the air though and it just made her mood even more sour. The ripped sleeves dangling around her wrists just clinched it. "I'm going to give whoever made this happen a piece o' my mind! Blaygird fools, wha' could tha hae been thinkin'?!" As she spoke, she took off her ripped coat and tucked it underneath Christine's head so she'd have something soft beneath her until Kurt found somewhere to take her. "Just ye keep still and let the lad do all the lifting, ye hear? Chafe her hands in yours, keep her warm," she instructed Kurt as she rose to her feet. She had no medications on her, and besides, the best treatment for Christine now was quiet, a dark room and blankets to keep her warm. Mutants sometimes reacted strangely to medications that were fine for normal human use. Mouth pinched and white around the edges as she picked up her cane, green eyes blazing, Rahne set off on the warpath. She intended to make someone just as unhappy as she was. Even more. [Continued in Midway Mayhem]
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