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| No Sudden Movements; 05/24-night-(Brian,Veil,Nezh,Kitty,etc) | |
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| Veil | Dec 3 2014, 08:15 PM Post #1 |
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Floppy-Haired White Boy Whisperer
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[cont'd for Kitty from Where Do We Go From Here, for everyone else, I believe from Proper Debriefing] "Erm..." Veil started as she stared down at the beakers of...blue, glowy stuff Kitty handed her as she checked it off on the list they were making. Was this like the stuff Nemesis threw on the Sentinel that made it get eaten by what'd looked like Rachel's hair? She really, really hoped this wasn't that stuff. Holding the beakers very, very carefully, and walking sloooowly, so there was no jostling or upsetting of the blue goo, she moved them over to the assigned box. The one for 'stuff that hasn't killed anyone yet that we know of, but we still think probably could if we turn our backs on it long enough'. Yep, definitely not angering the mystery goo. Nope. Keeping the goo very happy, and kinda watching it out of the corner of her eye. Just in case it attacked or something. She could totally mist before it ate her, but dropping it on the floor so it exploded all over everyone else probably wouldn't be good. It was kinda sad, though. The lab was all empty and not filled with irate German mad scientist or whatever he'd been. His stuff seemed...lonely or something. He'd been weird, but he didn't deserve being blown up or vaporized or whatever the Sentinel had done to him. It was a thing they could do to help, at least. And stay outta everybody else's way while they were busy. And the redhead was pretty sure between her misting and Kitty's phasing, they would totally mostly survive anything that tried to kill them, or eat them unexpectedly. Well, maybe not Quentin, but that was all kinda whatever still. It'd be totally an accident. The Maker couldn't blame them for that, right? Right! Okay, and at the box now and Quin-Nate was totally in her way. Veil sighed impatiently and gave him a look. Which would've been more effective if he'd been, like, facing her or something. Okay, plan B. "Mooooove," she insisted, nudging him with her foot. "Goo coming through!" "I'm busy," the pink haired boy informed her, like that was more important than random, man eating goo. Then he tried to wave her away. Nope. Big nope. "Uggh, move Quin-Nate." She nudged him again with her foot, a little harder this time and glared at his...shoulder. "Or I swear I will en-goo-inate you." She would. She so would. And...oh man. "Is this stuff supposed to move like that?" the teenager asked, well, whoever. Any person that had an answer that didn't mean they all needed to run screaming from the room now, so they weren't assimilated by the goo that dare not speak it's name? Anybody? Okay, this was totally creeping her out. Seriously, Quin-Nate could move or be totally consumed by the goo she was about to shove at him. His choice, because she was totally not going to keep holding this til it crawled outta it's container. |
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| Gentle | Dec 4 2014, 10:50 PM Post #2 |
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Who doesn't like Black Russians?
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The only possible word was ‘Gadget’. It was long, tapering at one end, and marked with a series of concentric rings that weren’t made out of the same material as the rest of it. Nezhno thought they might have been made out of some kind of conductive plastic - when he brought it closer to his arm, his tattoos buzzed just a little, and he saw a brief pulsing glow - but there was nothing else on the implement to suggest what it might be doing. “It’s an… automated syringe?” he guessed, holding it up so Kitty could see it better, if she was free to look. “A water purifier?” This would have been much easier if any of them had had the Maker’s powers, he seemed to be able to only look at a machine to know its function. “An isochronic wave regulator?” Nezhno guessed one more time, before giving up on what felt a lot like a losing battle. “Did you ever see him use this?” If Kitty didn’t recognize it, it was going to be going (carefully wrapped and padded) into the box of ‘utterly unknown function’. The one that seemed to have acquired nearly everything he’d looked at since the Maker had left them nearly half an hour ago. Sigh. The sound of Veil’s sigh - it was nearly concurrent with his - made Nezhno look around. It looked like she’d found another conspicuously label-lacking package of something techni-colored. It also looked like she’d found Quentin in front of the box. “Mooooove,” she insisted, nudging him with her foot. "Goo coming through!” Was he trying to ‘analyze’ something again? “I’m busy," the pink haired boy informed her. waving a hand (which he was probably very soon going to regret having waved) in Veil’s general direction. Nezhno wasn’t particularly surprised to see that that had absolutely no effect on the redhead. Oh gods. Had she just kicked him? “Uggh, move Quin-Nate.” Yes, he thought she had. Not really all that hard, but… they were probably lucky that the very pale telepathic woman from the night before wasn’t around, weren’t they? “Or I swear I will en-goo-inate you.” Quentin snorted - overly loudly, to Nezhno’s mind. “Temper, temper,” he taunted, sounding oddly smug, considering where he’d been less than twenty-four hours ago with Veil. Did he really… …alright, she wasn’t even looking at him anymore, but at the goo. That was kind of a relief. Probably. Maybe that was a relief. “Is this stuff supposed to move like that?” she asked the room. The goo? “Um…” said Nezhno. From where he was, he couldn’t really see enough of the container to tell whether Veil was asking, or trying some kind of new scare tactic with Quentin. It did seem like it would be difficult to do that with a telepath, yes, on the one hand. On the other, it seemed a little - or a lot - like something Julian might do. Hmmm. “Possibly?” he hazarded. “Maybe it could need to be fed.” The goo yesterday morning definitely had seemed like it had moved. And he’d watched the footage of the replicating symbiote-like substance that had eaten a Sentinel on the mission that Veil ahd been on. That had to have been from whatever it was that Dr Nemesis had spent part of the early morning trying to insert into a small pink diamond. He had stored what had been left of that safely, hadn’t he? Maybe? |
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| Kitty Pryde | Dec 5 2014, 10:20 PM Post #3 |
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Unphased
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Okay, what the heck was this thing? Forehead creased, Kitty picked up the round, metal...implement?...with what looked like two prongs coming out of one side. Turned it over and around carefully. Was it part of a cup holder? That didn't really sound like Nemsis and the fact that it actually looked harmless, well she knew enough about the now-deceased scientist to know that should probably scare her. Veil was, "Erm...,"-ing at the mystery, technicolor goo she was taking across the room, but she looked okay. And she was moving slow and careful, so she wouldn't startle it. Probably a good idea, since that wasn't even the normal glowy, blue goo, so she wasn't sure exactly what it did. Of course, she wasn't completely sure what the other kind did, either, but Forge and Nezh seemed to have survived drinking it, so she was gonna go with it at least not being carnivorous. This stuff? Who knew? Still not sure she should trust the thing in her hand, despite no visible sign it was anything but a piece of random metal, she set it aside carefully. Right, one round thing with prongs: unknown use, unknown volatility. That was on the list now. Man, this was just easier before Forge left. “It’s an… automated syringe?” Nezh was apparently guessing about the next contestant in 'mystery apparatus bingo' as he held it up for her to see. The brunette's eyes went a little wider as she turned his way. “A water purifier?” was the next guess, but yeaaaah, she was pretty sure not. “An isochronic wave regulator?” Nezhno guessed one more time, before giving up on what felt a lot like a losing battle. “Did you ever see him use this?” Kitty shook her head and reached out, very carefully, to try to pluck it out of his hands. "No, but I think I recognize it. Don't...let the skinny end touch any've your tattoos," the brunette cautioned, "I think that might be really bad." In the way it might make the vibranium explode. "Maybe you should let me wrap that one up." Then take it over to the box of 'handle with care if you don't want to die'. Yeah, this was an awesome and adrenaline filled way to spend the evening. “Mooooove,” Veil was insisting - to Quentin, big surprise there - with the kind of sigh that seemed to follow the mohawked, pink haired boy around where ever he went. "Goo coming through!” Of course, he couldn't just do it, could he? “I’m busy," the pink haired boy informed her trying to wave off the girl carrying an armful of glowing goo and who seemed to not exactly be thrilled with his general existence. Yep, now she was kicking him. Or kicking at him. Knew something like that had to be coming and she looked over to Nezh. Yeah, he looked a little concerned. God, why did they bring Quentin again? Actually she was pretty sure he just latched on and came along, whether they wanted him to or not, now that she thought about it. “Uggh, move Quin-Nate.” said the exasperated sounding redhead. “Or I swear I will en-goo-inate you.” Okay, that wouldn't be good, she didn't think. Quentin snorted, loud enough that he had to be doing it on purpose, which probably meant he was definitely about to be goo-ed to death. “Temper, temper,” he taunted, sounding oddly smug and Kitty rolled her eyes and sighed, too. "Just move, Quentin," she told him, not really expecting him to listen. "Or I swear, if she covers you in goo, you're own your own." "Like I'd need your help," he shot back dismissively and kept...doing whatever he was doing as she rolled her eyes again. Probably trying to analyze something or other again. Kitty was pretty sure he didn't have a clue what the hell he was doing. And why was Veil looking at the goo like that now? “Is this stuff supposed to move like that?” she asked. Yeah, that might be a little concerning. Or a lot, since they didn't have a clue what that flavor of goo was. At least it wasn't the pink stuff that ate Sentinels. Maybe. Hopefully. God, why weren't they wearing some sort of biohazard suits for this? “Um…” said Nezhno, which was kinda how she was feeling about the whole thing, too. “Possibly?” he hazarded. “Maybe it could need to be fed.” Kitty winced just a little, looking over at the Wakandan boy. God, she hoped not, since she thought maybe Veil's first choice for that would probably be Quentin. Then again, maybe that wouldn't be so bad. "Probably," Kitty added, brows drawing down and leaning back to try to get a better look at the containers Veil was holding. Yep, it was moving. "Lot's of Nemesis' stuff does that." Why the hell, she didn't have a clue. "Uh...maybe just put it over on the bench?" she suggested, then glanced over at Nezh and half-grinned. "If it escapes, Quentin can handle it, right?" He said it himself, didn't need their help. Or at least her help. So let the know-it-all vs. Unknown Goo battle begin. She was pretty sure nobody would actually blame them if it ate him. |
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| Tag | Dec 8 2014, 12:25 PM Post #4 |
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Infected with Boy.
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The Maker had sure made sorting through everything in the lab look easy. They were lucky he'd stuck around for as long as he had, considering how busy he was. Veil looked pretty nervous, especially around the stuff they were moving to the boxes reserved for whatever they couldn't identify or the things that were definitely dangerous. Probably in part because she didn't want to discover something that belonged in the latter category the hard way. She'd be fine, though. Brian was sure they wouldn't still be here if the Maker wasn't sure they could handle responsibility. As long as they were careful, nothing bad would happen. “Did you ever see him use this?” Nezh asked Kitty after several guesses as to the function of an odd looking gadget. The brunette he'd been spending so much time with since the breakout had a slightly alarmed expression on her face that probably meant bad things, or the potential for them, as she carefully reached out for the thing. "No, but I think I recognize it. Don't...let the skinny end touch any've your tattoos," Kitty said, which had Brian pausing over by the boxes to send a questioning, wary look their way. "I think that might be really bad. Maybe you should let me wrap that one up." As long as they were careful and looked out for each other, Brian amended. "I'd do what she says, if I were you, pana," he advised his fellow Dancer. When people started talking about bad things in a vague way, it either meant they were más perdido que el hijo de Lindberg, or it was the kind of bad where you really didn't want the details. Kitty, from what Brian had seen so far, was not really the sort to say things because she liked the sound of her own voice. A little further away, Veil was trying, without any success at all, to get Quentin to move out of her way. He, of course, was too preoccupied with whatever he was analyzing (or claimed to be analyzing) to do more than taunt her as her patience rapidly expired. There was kicking and threats of goo. It also came with a side of sniping between Kitty and Quentin and none of it really sounded like it was going to end well. Especially not here. "Is this stuff supposed to move like that?" the redhead asked, then, her irritation momentarily sidetracked by the container in her hand. Brian had heard about the stuff Nemesis had provided Veil's team for their mission, and if it was anything like that and moving... yes, he could very much understand her concern. “Um…” Nezhno said, trying to get a good enough look at the contents from where he was. Brian did the same, sparing a quick glance toward Quentin as he slowly moved over to where they were. Quentin wasn't using his powers to make the goo move, was he? That was a scare tactic that could only backfire, but if he was involved, he gave no sign. “Possibly?” Nezhno added, which was probably the best guess any of them could make. Brian had a feeling that everything Nemesis had put in his lab did whatever it was supposed to do. Except when it didn't. And even then, only based on Nemesis' personal definitions. “Maybe it could need to be fed.” "Madre de Dios," Brian muttered. He hoped not. For one thing, what did you feed a container of goo? If that question was left up to Veil, she might decide to test that out, starting with Quentin. His pace increased slightly. "Probably," Kitty said, not at all encouragingly. And yes, Brian could see now that the goo was indeed moving on its own. "Lot's of Nemesis' stuff does that. Uh...maybe just put it over on the bench? If it escapes, Quentin can handle it, right?" No, Brian didn't like the sound of that at all, but luckily by then he'd reached the pair, who were bound to resume their quarrel at any moment. "I'll take it," Brian offered. She could easily hand it to him around Quentin without interrupting the pink haired boy. That way everyone would be happy and Brian could take the goo to someplace safer than a bench. "What's that you're busy with, anyway, Quentin?" Brian asked curiously. "Nothing your mind would be capable of understanding," he replied dismissively, not even looking up at him. "Probably not," Brian said without offense. "Looks interesting, though. You know, I set aside a box here, just for you. That way you can spend all the time you want with that stuff after we're done here." Perhaps that would encourage him to spend less time getting in the way and antagonizing the girls. Brian wasn't holding out much hope of that, though. |
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| Veil | Dec 9 2014, 06:39 PM Post #5 |
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Floppy-Haired White Boy Whisperer
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Uggh. All the uggh at non-moving, pink hair-having, annoying Quin-Nate boy. En-goo-inating. I was gonna happen. Nobody would mind, right? Now there was snorting and Veil narrowed her eyes a little more. Maybe if she nudged him with her foot harder. And maybe if she did it in his butt this time. She could totally get her foot that high. Yes. “Temper, temper,” he taunted and the redhead scowled at his back. Yep. Nudge him. Nudge him riiight into the bench he was standing in front of, then en-goo-inating. "Just move, Quentin," [Kitty] told him, totally backing her up. Kinda awesome. "Or I swear, if she covers you in goo, you're own your own." Yep, definitely kinda awesome. "Like I'd need your help," he shot back dismissively and still being a giant, annoying blocking the way boy-thing. 'Kay, then. Let the stupid boy eating by old scientist guy goo begin. Except, again...ermmmm...was the goo supposed to be moving like that? It was Nemesis goo, so...yeah. Not sure, but definitely did not want it to be escaping if it could do what the pink, Diamondback colored, hairy goo had done to the Sentinel that ate him. “Um…” said Nezhno and that did not sound like a good 'ummm'-ing. Nezh was like the science-y, goo type person, right? Well, him and Shadowcat sooooo...little brainy help, here. Or she could just go ahead and let it eat Quin-Nate and they could do something else. Good with that, too. “Possibly?” he hazarded. “Maybe it could need to be fed.” Ooooh! It was like some kinda awesome fate thing. "Excellent!" She was not smiling evilly. Totally not. Well, okay, maybe just a little, while Bri muttered something she didn't understand, as she eyed Quin-nate's back before going back to eying the goo. In case of escape-ness or something. "Probably," Kitty added, and she and Nezh looked like she was kinda leaning around to get a look a the dance of the hungry goo. The teenager kinda held one thing of goo up, so they could get a better look. Totally moving around in there. Yep. "Lot's of Nemesis' stuff does that." Good? Not so good? Kinda disturbing a lot? "Uh...maybe just put it over on the bench?" she suggested, then glanced over at Nezh and half-grinned. "If it escapes, Quentin can handle it, right?" Quin-Nate was making smug, dismissive noises and Veil's eyes narrowed again. Right. Definitely feeding the goo now. They had lots of people on the helicarrier. Nobody would miss one less pink haired person. Not even the Maker. Probably. Maybe. "I'll take it," Brian offered and Veil frowned his way. OKay, but why? "Because there should be togetherness in him being totally in the way?" Since, yep, Quin-nate still in front of the box. Not moving. Like a big, stupid boy-thing. "Letting it eat him. Still the best idea." But, you know, whatever. Bri wanted custody of the goo that would possibly escape and go all hairy and eat him, since he didn't have any kinda misty powers of escaping? Okay, then! Veil kinda hefted it toward him, waited for him to get done being all condescended to so he could take it, then handed it over and started back across the room. Maybe he was gonna tag Quin-Nate or something and make him run off the helicarrier. That'd be kinda awesome. "Probably not," Brian said without offense. "Looks interesting, though. You know, I set aside a box here, just for you. That way you can spend all the time you want with that stuff after we're done here." Veil kinda rolled her eyes Nezh and Kitty's way. Jeez, why were they feeding the Quin-Nate? Why? "Really?" Quin-nate asked Bri, still with the condescending. "I'm touched. Do I get lollipops, too?" "Uggh," Veil declared again, and there was sighing, because it was sigh-worthy. "Would anyone mind if we let something eat him? Just a little?" So should've kicked him in the butt. All the kicking. |
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| Gentle | Dec 10 2014, 11:15 PM Post #6 |
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Who doesn't like Black Russians?
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Okay, Kitty was trying to take the gadget thing, whatever it was, away from him. Only she was doing it quite a lot more gingerly than Nezhno was used to seeing her do anything at all. ”No, but I think I recognize it. Don't...let the skinny end touch any've your tattoos," the brunette cautioned, "I think that might be really bad.” Okay, well… that was not a lot of information, but it was more than clear enough for Nezhno to be willing to trust her word, and give the gadget up without an argument. “Maybe you should let me wrap that one up.” “I’d do what she says, if I were you, pana,” Brian added. Nezhno nodded vaguely, eyes on whatever Kitty was doing now with the gadget. He was him, and so far he’d had no complaints to make about the habit of doing what Kitty Pryde said. Plus that buzzing… yes. That hadn’t really felt like something he wanted to repeat. Meanwhile though, Veil was maybe starting something with Quentin on the other side of the benches. There was an escalating series of requests to move, at least some of which seemed to be accompanied by her foot. And of course, that was producing even more Quentin refusing to move at all. “Just move, Quentin,” Kitty suggested, joining the debate after a sigh. “Or I swear, if she covers you in goo, you're own your own.” Maybe Brian should have directed his advice to Quentin, actually. The pink-haired boy definitely didn’t seem to be showing any signs of a tendency to listen to what Kitty was saying. Instead, he stayed right where he was, dismissing the possibility that he’d need her help. Nezhno saw Kitty rolling her eyes again, but if Quentin was aware of that, he didn’t show it. In any case, Veil seemed like she’d found something about that goo that had drawn her attention back away from Quentin. Had she really just asked whether it was moving? It was a little far away to see for himself, but he supposed he could try to hazard a guess. Given what little they knew about the other things Dr Nemesis had made, it definitely might not be outside the realm of possibility. That didn’t necessarily mean it was dangerous… it might only need to be fed, or… …out of the corner of his eye, the Wakandan boy saw Kitty Pryde looking at him and wincing. Oh. Oh, yeah, that probably hadn’t sounded very reassuring to anyone at all, had it? Except that Veil was smiling now. Oh gods. ”Excellent!” she declared, while Brian muttered an oath that sounded quite a lot more in line with the thoughts Nezhno was currently having on the matter. None of which was doing anything to stop the speculative looks Veil was now exchanging between the goo and Quentin. “Probably,” Kitty added, either agreeing with his guess about the feeding, or with Veil’s assessment. Nezhno kind of hoped that it was the former of those, and it did look like she was frowning more than grinning as she leaned around to get a better view. “Lot’s of Nemesis' stuff does that.” Moved? Ate? ”Uh…maybe just put it over on the bench?" she suggested, then glanced over at Nezh and half-grinned. "If it escapes, Quentin can handle it, right?” It was impossible not to smile back at Kitty Pryde. To be honest, Nezhno wasn’t sure that he’d tried very hard not to, either - he returned the smile, barely even registering the latest round of snorting coming from Quentin. “I’ll take it," Brian offered. Right. He… should probably be doing something more productive than just smiling at Kitty, Nezhno reminded himself. Not fast enough to help at all with this current stand-off, admittedly, but he did look away in time to see Veil turning a puzzled frown on Brian. “Because there should be togetherness in him being totally in the way?” Pointing that out again didn’t seem to be making Quentin any more inclined to move than he had been before - that was to say, he still wasn’t moving at all - but at least now she seemed to not be kicking him? “Letting it eat him. Still the best idea.” “I’m not actually sure that it would feed on people,” Nezhno felt obliged to say, even though he was pretty sure Veil wasn’t actually being serious. Well… he was reasonably sure. Mostly. In any case, though Veil was handing over the goo in question, Brian had also moved on to inquiring pleasantly about what it was that Quentin was actually doing. And getting an answer back that went to show, all over again, that it didn’t seem to matter whether or not you tried to be nice with the former Nate; either way, you were going to get insulted. Quentin seemed to be equal opportunity that way. “Probably not," Brian said without offense. "Looks interesting, though. You know, I set aside a box here, just for you. That way you can spend all the time you want with that stuff after we're done here.” Nezhno had been in the process of trying to turn back to the bench he and Kitty had been working with, reaching for a label to write out what little they knew about the last ringed gadget, but that brought his head back around quickly, throwing an uncertain glance the way of his fellow Dancer, and then another to Kitty. Brian meant well, of course, but did he really want to be making it easier for Quentin to spend his time unsupervised with his picks from the trove of an inventively homicidal dead biologist? All in all, this time the Wakandan was actually a little relieved to see Quentin bristling at the suggestion. “Really?” Quin-nate asked Brian, full of sarcasm, but at least not jumping on the idea of stockpiling potential biological weapons. “I’m touched. Do I get lollipops, too?” Nezhno looked at Kitty again. In an odd way, after a few hours of this yesterday morning, it was actually almost comforting to learn that it hadn’t just been them that got this kind of reaction from the former Hound. So maybe it wasn’t them, it was just… Quentin. “Uggh,” Veil declared again, making no effort to hide her sigh. “Would anyone mind if we let something eat him? Just a little?” This time, Nezhno didn’t bother to look up from his label. “I expect the Maker probably would,” he pointed out absently, picking up the marker pen and uncapping it, mentally reviewing what he knew about the gadget that Kitty had taken from him while he added, “And the Phoenix, too.” It was something probably dangerous, that should probably go first. And it had definitely reacted to his tattoos. Probably to the vibranium. Did they know anything else about it for certain? Or even not for- “Cannibalism threats?” Nezhno hadn’t thought it was possible for Quentin to sound more scornful than he did as a general rule, but he managed to squeeze a little more into those two words all the same. And a quick glance that way said that he’d finally turned around, and was looking right back at Veil, which turned out to really not be the improvement they might have hoped. “Is this what you learn on the Reptilian Reject team, Berry?” he asked, but the sarcasm had something a little more heated creeping in at the edges. Nezhno stopped writing, and started worrying his lower lip, shooting another quick glance toward Kitty. And Quentin kept right on talking. “Did it come before or after the lessons on how to flip your shit like a batshit crazy sociopath? Because if last night was anything to go by, you could totally live up to that oh-so-secret name of yours.” Oh gods. Nezhno bit down quite a lot harder on his lip, and tensed up the rest of his body too, just for good measure. Not that he knew what that could possibly do to help here. Had the Maker really thought it was a good idea to leave all of them alone in a room that was probably quite full of things that were almost certainly weapons? Really? |
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| Kitty Pryde | Dec 11 2014, 08:54 PM Post #7 |
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Unphased
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Yeaaaaah. She'd just take that, and wrap it up, and put it over here. Where it hopefully wouldn't do anything tragic to Nezh, or Nezh's tattoos or anything else. Nezh was nodding and watching her wrap it up and looking kinda puzzled as Brian backed her up. What had Nemesis called that thing? A transmuter? An electro-something? No, neither of those sounded right. And accelerator? That sounded closer, but mostly she remembered the mad scientist waving it around in the hall and ranting about something or other and threatening to melt Peter into a pile of organic metal slag for reasons she'd never quite understood (and was pretty sure Peter hadn't, either). Maybe because he breathed on Nemesis or something. So, of course, potential disaster just decided to switch locations, instead of being actually avoided. It relocated itself right over with Veil and Quentin, who was being, well, Quentin. God, could he maybe just move, this once? Because if Veil covered him in goo? Not her problem. He was on his own, she'd be busy phasing herself and Nezh out of crazed, carnivorous goo range. Oh, no, of course he didn't need her help. Perish the thought. Yeah, rolling her eyes again now. Annnnd maybe Nezh didn't wanna suggest the goo might need feeding right now. Especially with that look on Veil's face. And that smile that said she was liking that idea way too much. ”Excellent!” the redhead declared, way way too happily as Brian muttered something that sounded Spanish and like he was thinking they might be heading for certain doom. Yeah, might not be a bad guess, and yeah, the goo was probably moving (and probably also wanting to be fed, but probably shouldn't encourage that too much) from what she could see as she leaned over. Okay, she was gonna assume that was normal, since it was something she'd seen the various flavors of goo do before (still disturbing, but gonna try to say it was normal anyway). Maybe Veil should just put that on the bench, next to Quentin. Hey, he could handle it if it escaped, right? Since he was all badass, according to him. The brunette couldn't resist a smile over at Nezh, who was smiling back as Quentin snorted and Brian was- Going over there and trying to throw himself into the line of possible fire. “I’ll take it," Brian offered and Kitty's brows shot up as she looked that way, then back to Nezh. Did he do that a lot? Were there some powers that he had she didn't know about that would help him not be eaten by the goo? Especially since she wasn't sure what he was gonna do with them that Veil couldn't. “Because there should be togetherness in him being totally in the way?” Veil looked kinda puzzled, but she handed over the goo, instead of throwing it at Quentin like the brunette had half expected. “Letting it eat him. Still the best idea.” Right. Still no love lost there, huh? But what did Quentin or anyone expect after last night's Mind Control Follies. “I’m not actually sure that it would feed on people,” Nezhno felt obliged to say, sounding pretty sure, whether he was or not. She definitely wasn't, but definitely not gonna say that. It looked like everybody was coming out in one piece, with parts unkicked again and with nobody covered in mystery goo. Brian was getting covered in sarcasm and condescension by the pink haired, annoying telepath, but that usually at least wasn't gonna leave bruises or skeletonized remains. “Probably not," Brian said without offense which was kinda like a super-power in itself. "Looks interesting, though. You know, I set aside a box here, just for you. That way you can spend all the time you want with that stuff after we're done here.” Then there was more Quentin condescension and, man, it'd been a nice try on Brian's part, but did he really think that was gonna work? Actually, maybe he did, but had he seriously just offered to turn Quentin loose with whatever stuff of Nemesis' he'd set aside? 'Cause that could not be good. He hadn't really known Dr. Nemesis, so he probably didn't know how not good, but definitely not good. With another sigh on Brian's behalf, Kitty turned to Nezh again as he looked her way, kinda raised her eyebrows a little and whispered, "Gerenuk," with a following nod. And a grin kinda peeking through a little. Though he'd survived Shuri, so maybe he was a sturdier gerenuk than he looked at first? “Uggh,” Veil declared again, making no effort to hide her sigh. “Would anyone mind if we let something eat him? Just a little?” Hmm...good question, she could ponder it while she figured out what went next in what box. “I expect the Maker probably would,” [Nezh] pointed out absently, picking up the marker pen and uncapping it, and Kitty leaned over to see what he was working on now. Mystery rod thing of doom, “And the Phoenix, too.” "That's a good point," Kitty agreed. On both, though if she got to choose she'd rather deal with angry Forge rather than angry Phoenix. Rachel Summers had been...okay, really, but if she was claiming Quentin as family Kitty decided she might need some kinda 'but possibly showing signs of mental issues' on that as a qualifier. “Cannibalism threats?” and that was Quentin again, piling on the derision because he was...heartily offended by cannibals? Yeah, no clue. It was Quentin, but she turned back toward him with a frown anyway. At this rate, they were getting nothing done. “Is this what you learn on the Reptilian Reject team, Berry?” he asked, but the sarcasm had something a little more heated creeping in at the edges and Kitty scowled at the younger boy, then turned toward Nezh, who was worrying his lip. God, Quentin didn't learn at all, did he? What the hell? “Did it come before or after the lessons on how to flip your shit like a batshit crazy sociopath? Because if last night was anything to go by, you could totally live up to that oh-so-secret name of yours.” Okay, that was it. Quentin was obviously an idiot who learned nothing. "Quentin, shut the-" hell up Kitty started, stepping forward a little and reaching over to curl her fingers around Nezh's wrist as she scowled at Quentin. And hoping that Brian could get himself outta the way before he got caught in whatever kinda crossfire was coming if the idiot telepath kept going. Kinda too late, though. "What?" Veil interrupted, whirling back around and balling her hands into fists. "What the hell did you just call me?" Before she knew it, the redhead had reached back, grabbed something off the bench (all Kitty saw was medium sized and metal) and threw it right at Quentin's head. "You don't ever get to call me that, and get out of my head!" Crap! This was not the place for fighting and throwing stuff! Gah! Soooo, intercepting Veil, or maybe Quentin. Okay, she'd give Quentin a try, Nezh or Brian would probably have better luck with Veil. And if nothing else, she could practice knocking people out on Quentin before he did something else really stupid. You know, if Veil didn't kill him first. |
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| Tag | Dec 18 2014, 04:46 AM Post #8 |
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Infected with Boy.
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Nezhno probably didn't need Brian's encouragement to relinquish that...whatever it was to Kitty. Good thing, since Brian really didn't want to see exactly what kind of 'bad things' would happen if it came into contact with any part of the vibranium on Nezhno's body. Fortunately, Nezh proved he was still a homme of good sense and didn't protest or let his curiosity get the better of him. And he was smiling again. Nezhno seemed to smile a lot when it involved Kitty Pryde. That was definitely a good thing, in Brian's opinion. More smiling always was, and Nezh had a pretty good smile. There was significantly less good sense going on in the other part of the lab, however, where Quin-Nate was in Veil's way, despite her efforts to get him to move. It was like two barrels of concentrated stubbornness smashing against each other. And that goo did really was moving, which was bad enough without Veil giving serious thought to feeding Quentin to it. All things considered, it might be better if Brian just took the container from her. The redhead frowned at the offer. "Because there should be togetherness in him being totally in the way?" she said, sending another look at the pink-haired boy who was still right in front of the box they needed. "Because working together usually gets things done better than working against," he offered as another way of looking at it. Technically they'd be working together against Quentin, but as long as the goo didn't end up eating anyone, they could work out that end of things as they needed. "Letting it eat him. Still the best idea." This was going to be a long night. "We should probably try getting it in the box, first, si?" Brian said while she hefted it over to Brian. Dios Mio, the stuff was sliding up to surround the span of Brian's hand and fingers, like it could sense the heat of his skin and was attracted to it for some reason. Well, it was too late to start regretting his decision. He'd just have to be really, really careful and find a new home for it before he became the one who confirmed whether it did, in fact, eat people. “I’m not actually sure that it would feed on people,” Nezhno said, which was a little encouraging. Not that it made the way it moved, or the fact that it moved at all, any less of a concern. Maybe it would help to ask what Quentin was so busy with. Or not, since Quentin heaped a good dose of doubting Brian's ability to understand it. Guess he wasn't going to get far with that. Not that the Puerto Rican let it offend or discourage him. He'd seen enough evidence of Quentin's personal interest in the contents of the lab to plan ahead. There was a box, not too far, he'd set aside just for the pink-haired former Nate. Anything he wanted to have first, and possibly last dibs on, could go right in there. That wasn't going to be popular with the others. Brian had already guessed that, but Quentin was going to find a way to get at some of this on his own, one way or another. At least this way they'd have some idea of what some of it was, and could do something about it then. Maybe not the ideal way to do it, but better than discovering later that something had disappeared and having to hunt it, and Quentin down. "Really?" Quentin said, sounding just as condescending as before. "I'm touched. Do I get lollipops, too?" That was about the response Brian had expected. At least he was getting a good feel for that. He could work on refining his approach better that way. Or assess when the better part of valor might be called for. "Uggh," Veil grumbled, then sighed. "Would anyone mind if we let something eat him? Just a little?" No, it didn't sound like she was going to let that go any time soon. That was Brian's cue to do something with the container now instead of waiting for Quentin to move. He couldn't reach the box with him in the way, but there was still room on the table elsewhere. Moving around a bit, Brian found and empty spot on his side and gently set the container down, nudging it forward until it was in a nice spot where it wasn't likely to tip over. “I expect the Maker probably would,” Nezhno said in answer to Veil's question while Brian took care of that. He sounded a bit distracted, but was still following the conversation well enough. “And the Phoenix, too.” "That's a good point," Kitty said, almost casually. Or entirely casually. How weird was it that they were able to talk about the Phoenix like that, now? Just one more sign of how much the world was changing, Brian guessed. “Cannibalism threats?” Quentin said, reaching even greater depths of contempt. That wasn't quite correct, since Veil wasn't (probably) suggesting another person eat Quentin. Any thought, even a fleeting one, Brian might have had to point that out, however, vanished the moment he saw the look in Quentin's eyes when he turned around and looked at Veil. Uh-oh. “Is this what you learn on the Reptilian Reject team, Berry?” Where had Quentin gotten Berry from? Was that some kind of knock on the color of her hair? Or... no. One look at Veil and Brian could tell this was something else, and a very bad something else. “Did it come before or after the lessons on how to flip your shit like a batshit crazy sociopath? Because if last night was anything to go by, you could totally live up to that oh-so-secret name of yours.” ¡Ea rayo! He was crossing way over the line, now. Kitty was scowling, Nezh had tensed up, and Brian decided he needed to not be so close to Quentin right this minute. Dios, were they really going to do this here? "Quentin, shut the-" Kitty said, stepping toward him, one hand taking hold of Nezhno. It might have seemed like she was preparing to lead him with her, but Brian realized she was doing that as a precaution in case she needed to phase. Shit. "What?" Veil said, spinning back to face him. Her fists were clenched tight. "What the hell did you just call me?" "Veil-" Brian said, quickening toward her, but he was too late. She reached behind her and blindly grabbed something from the bench. Whatever it was, she threw it right at Quentin's head. "You don't ever get to call me that, and get out of my head!" Brian's pace doubled, then doubled again. It was too late to stop the throw, but something had to be done now before things got worse. The metal thing sailed through the air like a stone, but it was a bit of a wild throw, and Quentin was able to duck out of the way without much difficulty. "Not so easy without your psycho friends holding me down, is it?" he taunted. Like he wanted her to keep trying to kill him. No. Brian would tag the shit out of this place first and make sure the only thing Quentin ever did with the lab and anything in it was run away from it as fast as possible. As soon as he reached Veil he put a restraining hand on her shoulder. It wouldn't stop her if she turned to mist, but maybe a little contact would help redirect her focus. "Veil, stop," Brian said, eyes urgent. "Please. Think about what might happen here if stuff starts getting broken. He's not worth it." He really hoped Kitty or Nezhno would deal with Quentin. And get him to knock this off, or get rid of him, because they could not have a war going on in here. |
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| Trauma | Dec 18 2014, 09:58 AM Post #9 |
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Terry was finding that it helped to try to make a little wall of something else inside his head,. Counting. Words, recited under his breath to try to even out the weight in the back of his mind that was the girl who was frozen, something to balance out the constant thrum of her terror. Her words and weren’t getting any slower, or less urgent - how was that possible if she freezing like she’d screamed? It was taking him longer to find people than he’d wanted, too. Maybe that was his own fault; maybe he should have just gone to find Patsy, and told her what had happened. But he wasn’t sure if she was Patsy from the Camp, or the Avenger now, and anyway, even if she was the former, there were going to be twenty different huge things she was having to deal with this afternoon, like they all were, and she’d done so much for them, too. He didn’t want to keep adding to that. The other adults he’d dismissed too, without even stopping to consider it. Maybe irrationally - yes, he kind of knew that on one level - but how was he supposed to go to them and tell them that he could hear a dead girl in his head, weeping about how cold she was? Even for people like… all of them… it would sound crazy, and after what had happened in the Ops room, he’d really prefer not to give anyone more cause to think he was crazy along with his powers. Roger and Suzie… yeah, they were kind of out for the same reason. He really didn’t feel like being stared at and asked if he thought he maybe just needed some sleep, even if he had known where either of them were right now. Even Abby would probably have done that, if he’d managed to wake her. So… there was something else, too. Something he was pretty sure he’d pieced together, in between trying to count backwards from 547. In the middle of her screaming, the frozen girl had thought about Nezhno. It had been…pretty specific, actually. Had he been dreaming? No, he couldn’t be. He was definitely awake now, and he could still hear her, subsiding into a soft whimpering, then flaring up again. Oh shit. There it was again. Terry fumbled for something in his head, to try to balance it out, but the words of a song he was looking for slipped out of his grasp, and for a few seconds, all he could hear was her. He stumbled into the wall, dropping one shoulder and kind of using that to prop himself for a few dizzy seconds while the world spun, and got colder, before he got control of it again. Okay. He definitely needed to do this quicker. He was nearly there, though, right? Nezhno had said they’d probably be in the ‘labs’ later, he’d even mentioned the general location. Nice guy. Unless he was just doing it for Abby’s sake, which… well, too late to think about that now. That was the lab up there, wasn’t it? Walking more steadily again, now that he had a clear, relatively easily-achievable goal in mind, Terry headed for the door. Getting to it wasn’t a problem, though once there, he paused at the threshold, looking in. Okay… what on earth was he seeing? Veil and… that was Brian, he remembered him from this morning. Quentin, with the pink hair (how could you forget him?). Nezhno and a new, brown-haired - no, wait, that was Shadowcat. Or a Shadowcat. He didn’t really understand that worked, but he’d mostly got it into his head that there were two of them. And they were all, extremely clearly, in the middle of something. A tense, loaded, angry something. Not really sure what he was doing, Terry started forward. Pursuing some natural but incomprehensible human instinct to walk toward trouble, maybe. He regretted it after getting a few steps inside, when he felt the fear that was pulsing underneath some of the anger rearing up like a startled snake and grabbing for his powers. Who… one? More than one? He… …this was not going like Jean Grey had acted like it should. Dammit. The next step he took, Terry felt the ground ringing oddly under his foot. No, not a foot - a prosthetic leg? Okay, really, what was he turning into? Not that old Indian guy who the people who called themselves the ‘Dance’ called ‘the Maker’… was it? Were any of them there scared of- -no. He glanced down at his hands, noticing that neither of them were metal, then felt more understanding filtering in, the way it did when his powers went to suck their knowledge out of someone. He was… a myth. A Bogeyman. The Master of the Hounds. Not real. Thinking that didn’t change his form, but looking back at the group left no doubt at all about whose fear he’d been tapping into. Quentin: he might have arranged himself in a position that looked nearly casual, but his knuckles were white, and his face… wasn’t. Thick black lines, radiating in from the edges of his face toward his nose stood out prominently on his skin. Tattoos, they looked like. Not like Nezhno’s, or even like the Samoan who’d been around last night, but they were tattoos, weren’t they? The pink-haired, (tattooed?) boy narrowed his eyes, and lashed out with something Terry couldn’t see, but he knew it was coming. He thought it wouldn’t work, though. He knew it wouldn’t work, the same way he knew who he was - the Master of the Hounds was psi-shielded. His Hounds wouldn’t bite him- and it didn’t. It didn’t work. “Shit,” Terry croaked out, in a voice that was definitely not his, then closed his eyes, thought of Jean Grey, and managed to pull himself together long enough to find the place it took to step out of the lock of shapeshifting. “Sorry.” There, that was his own voice in his ears. Paler hands, two feet. Okay. Now to hope Quentin (or any of them) didn’t still want to try to kill him. “Sorry,” he repeated, hovering where he was, a few yards away from any of the others. “I’m… working on that. Though I understand if that’s kind of meaningless right now… um… but, please don’t… only I can hear a girl crying in my mind, and she says she can’t move, and I’m kind of mostly sure that she’s real.” Not really doing a very good job of giving anyone else any reason to want to think that though, was he? Shit. “Err…” Terry tried again, looking toward Nezhno. “Could I… maybe just borrow a minute of your time? I know this sounds crazy, but… I think she might know you.” Okay, and cue staring. Polite staring, but definitely a first reaction of staring. Great. Understandable, but… maybe he should have sucked it up and gone to find Patsy, huh? |
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| Veil | Dec 20 2014, 05:57 PM Post #10 |
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Floppy-Haired White Boy Whisperer
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Seriously, would anybody mind all that much if there was all the goo-eating of Quin-Nate? Really? Because she totally was not seeing it and she was pretty sure the goo had a better personality that he really, really annoying boy with the pink faux-hawk and the snotty attitude who thought all kinds of stupid and rude was actually funny. So not. So, so not at all. Even a little. But fine, whatevs. Brian had custody of the goo, and kinda custody of the Quin-Nate. If he wanted to get the stuff in the box first (because, no, definitely did not sound like the best idea to her, since Quentin was still in front of the box) she was going back over there, with the people she didn't wanna make into goo chow. That was working together, right? Right! Teamwork, ahoy! “I expect the Maker probably would,” Nezh interjected, being all practical and thinking and Nezh-like and the redhead sighed. “And the Phoenix, too.” All the sighing, especially when her auto-response was still to kinda want to start freaking out over their being a Phoenix here. At all. Except she seemed like a...non-world eating one, but a still Quin-Nate liking one. Weird, but good, mostly, and then again with all the sighing, since Kitty Pryde was throwing in with the agreement and stuff. "That's a good point," she added pretty causally, since she'd had extra Phoenix getting to know you time in the other universe or something. Which seemed to mean not as much of a 'stop the auto-freaking out' learning curve as hers. Yeah, okay, okay, she'd just- “Is this what you learn on the Reptilian Reject team, Berry?” Quin-Nate's big, huge stupid mouth was running again and Veil stopped dead. What?? “Did it come before or after the lessons on how to flip your shit like a batshit crazy sociopath? Because if last night was anything to go by, you could totally live up to that oh-so-secret name of yours.” Yeah, okay, screw that freaking noise and his big stupid freaking mouth, too. "Quentin, shut the-" Kitty started but Veil barely hard her as she spun around to face him again, eyes narrowed and fists clenched. "What?" she demanded, glaring him with all the glare she had. Reaching way down to dig up some more glare when that wasn't enough. That was it. He was dead. "What the hell did you just call me?" the redhead demanded again, ignoring Brian trying to get her attention and reaching back and grabbing whatever was close. Metal, pretty heavy, it'd do until she could get her ass back over there so she launched it at Quin-Nate's head. "You don't ever get to call me that, and get out of my head!" Uggh, where was Gloria to implode him? "Not so easy without your psycho friends holding me down, is it?" Quin-Nate ducked the whatever it was (scale? weight? Nemesis Nuclear Bomb?) and it crashed into something (that part, probably not good) before thumping to the floor. Okay, needed to practice her aim. Not a problem. "Don't need them. Dealt with lots worse than you," the teenager told him flatly. What the hell? What the actual hell? Did he think it was just okay for him to keep doing that? Yeah, well, not anymore. Nope. All done dealing with the stupid now and her brows drew down farther. Let's see how good he was at doing anything to her head when she was mist and strangling the crap out of him. "Veil, stop," Brian said, hand on her shoulder, suddenly there and she turned blazing green eyes on him, shrugging off his hand. Nope. Done. So done. "Please. Think about what might happen here if stuff starts getting broken. He's not worth it." "I'm just gonna break him a little," Veil insisted, half-turning and eying the other boy sidelong. "Everything else'll be fine. Better, even." Because there would be no Quin-Nate and, after what he did to Julian last night? She'd have thought Bri would be as glad to get rid of him as anybody. "Cut it out, before we blow up the lab with us in it," Kitty interjected, looking from her to Quentin (who had started it, so not her fault), "Quentin, just stop, and keep your telepathy to yourself, or I swear I'll knock you out myself." Ha! So there! And then Terry was suddenly there, looking kinda hesitant (probably because of all the sudden, Quentin-related crazy. Again. Uggh. Why did his mouth have to work ever??) before he stepped into the room and...uh-oh. The redhead's eyes went kinda wide, because Terry wasn't so much being Terry anymore. And Quentin was looking all Hound-y and gah! He was doing this again, wasn't he? Just like back in the OPs room. Running his stupid mouth and now Terry was looking all Boogeyman and..wait, what the hell was he trying to do to Terry? "Stop it!" Veil ordered, eyes boring into the Hound boy and starting toward Quentin to make that happen one way or another. “Shit,” Terry croaked out, in a voice that was definitely not his, then closed his eyes, and Veil paused looking his way and...okay, that was better, wasn't it? He was back to being Terry, now. “Sorry.” Definitely Terry and that was good, because he'd been forced to turn into enough other crap today without Quin-Nate doing it all over again and totally freaking him out. "Not your fault," Veil assured him, then went back to glaring at Quentin. Because, yeah, all his fault. All his fault all over the place and she was pretty sure he might've just tried to mind-zap Terry. Not. Okay. “Sorry,” [Terry] repeated, hovering where he was, a few yards away from any of the others. “I’m… working on that. Though I understand if that’s kind of meaningless right now… um… but, please don’t… only I can hear a girl crying in my mind, and she says she can’t move, and I’m kind of mostly sure that she’s real.” A...wait, what? Girl? In his head? Gah! Was this more Quin-Nate stupid? Was it? “Err…” Terry tried again, looking toward Nezhno. “Could I… maybe just borrow a minute of your time? I know this sounds crazy, but… I think she might know you.” Erm... "You better not be doing that?" Veil shot out at Quin-Nate, back to glaring all the glares. Which he was glaring back and still looking all Hound-y and fist clenched. "Shut up!" he shot back. "It's not me," he ground out, but yeah, skeptical. Color her all the skeptical, but she looked back at Terry, then over to Nezh anyway. Molly? Or Angel? Or Gloria? Were they in trouble or something? Except wouldn't someone tell them, instead've letting them cry in Terry's head? But...yeah, okay she had zip, here? Back to Erm... |
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| Gentle | Jan 6 2015, 05:58 PM Post #11 |
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Who doesn't like Black Russians?
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This had been a lot more fun when it had been Kitty grinning and whispering to him about Gerenuks. A lot more fun, even if… well, but that seemed to be over now, and the label he’d been trying to fill in was beginning to look like it was destined to go unwritten, because even though mentioning the Maker (or possibly the Phoenix) had managed to bring Veil to a point of possibly bordering-on-resigned sighing, it also brought Quentin back up like the other side of a see-saw. A see-saw that had been particularly imbued with scorn. It started with cannibalism. Not exactly promising, but then it only got more pointed from there, and directed at Veil, and it had Kitty scowling and Brian looking very grave. Nezhno didn’t have the first clue what his own expression looked like now, but he knew his face felt tight. His whole body felt tight, through his shoulders, his hands, and even down to his fingertips as the telepath went from insults to… was that a threat about Veil’s… name? Oh gods. While he was still paralyzed with wondering what on earth he ought to do, Kitty didn’t seem to even hesitate. ”Quentin, shut the-“ she said, starting forward. Her slender fingers closed around Nezhno’s wrist at the same time - presumably to bring him with her, into the middle of things, maybe hopefully before Veil had had… “What?” …time to react. Oh dear. Not fast enough. Not nearly fast enough, and Brian turning in the redhead’s direction hadn’t been either. She had her eyes fixed - fixed angrily, to be completely accurate - on Quentin, and she was demanding a repeat of what Quentin had just called her and… oh… shit. Brian’s hurried use of her name (or technically the codename she used, except it was her real name, the same way that Wicked was Wicked’s, didn’t prove to be any more able to stall Veil than Kitty’s protest had. Before the Puerto Rican had gotten close enough to do anything, or even catch part of her attention, the redhead had grabbed one of the metal Mystery Objects off the bench and hurled it at - or at least, in the general vicinity of - Quentin’s head, along with a heated instruction that, “You don't ever get to call me that, and get out of my head!” It missed. Or rather, Quentin ducked, but the Mystery Object sailed on, past Nezhno’s somewhat despairingly-extended fingers, crashing into one of the benches beyond them (but, thankfully, narrowly avoiding a collection of other Mystery Objects they’d already set aside as ‘Almost Certainly Dangerous’. It tumbled down to the floor, but that was the last the Wakandan noticed of it, as the human part of the situation swung right back to ‘most urgently risky’ again. “Not so easy without your psycho friends holding me down, is it?" [Quentin] taunted. He seemed to actually be trying to actively make it worse. It was a little like the way Julian could get with the guards in the half year Nezhno had known him before Veil, but that definitely wasn’t looking like it was going to get him anywhere with the redhead now. He wasn’t Julian, that was very clear. “Don’t need them. Dealt with lots worse than you," the teenager told him flatly, her eyebrows forming a sharper, more determined ‘v’ above the gaze she’d fixed on the telepath, before it turned, full force, on the hand that Brian (possibly quite bravely) had laid on her shoulder. As she met the Puerto Rican’s urgent plea with an incinerating glare (not to mention a defiant statement of her determination not to follow the suggestion to stop) Nezhno followed Kitty closer to Quentin, turning a gaze that was worried - not to mention at least slightly confused - on the pink-haired boy. He’d never really understood what urge had driven Julian to try to pick fights he had absolutely no chance of winning with the guards. Not really, though sometimes, some bad days, maybe there had been something that felt like it made sense about it. But Quentin turned it on them, and… “What are you trying to do?” Nezhno asked quietly, though he wasn’t particularly surprised when the question was met with a sharp glare and nothing else before Kitty cut in with a voice that overrode all of it. “Cut it out, before we blow up the lab with us in it," Kitty interjected, taking a far more direct approach than Brian had, and looking between the three of them, “Quentin, just stop, and keep your telepathy to yourself, or I swear I'll knock you out myself.” Nezhno, mind working as fast as he could to try to hit upon some way of defusing this situation but feeling like a boat propellor turning air, tried to suppress a sigh as he watched Quentin’s mouth open, curving around what had to be the beginning of a snide retort. But the snark never came. Instead, Quentin turned pale (well, paler), staring fixedly somewhere just behind Nezhno’s shoulders. His mouth fell open, and then his tattoos reappeared, his eyes narrowed in determination, and with Hound marks, that was really not a good look at all, even if (for reasons that weren’t immediately clear to Nezhno) he wasn’t looking anyhwere near Veil. “Stop it!" Veil ordered, and belatedly, Nezhno turned to see what it was Quentin was actually looking at. He had a confused second’s view of a craggy, bearded, man with more metal on his body than the Maker (or even himself), who croaked out a hoarse, British-inflected, “Shit,” before dissolving, or possibly melting, back into the paler, slimmer, altogether-less metallic form of Terry. “Sorry,” their new friend apologized, looking to Quentin. “Not your fault," Veil assured him, which if Nezhno had to guess, based on roughly a day knowing Terry, probably wasn’t going to be an assessment he’d agreed with, but which - a little more pertinently right now, maybe - certainly wasn’t an assessment Quentin agreed with. Not with that sharp - though noticeably ragged at the edges - glare he shot the redhead. “What happened to all your sanctimonious, ‘keep your powers to yourself and out of people’s heads’ bullshit,…” the telepath muttered, but in a low undertone that suggested that maybe he was interested in living after all. Nezhno cleared his throat, also softly, and reached over to lay a hand on Quentin’s shoulder. It was shrugged angrily away. “Sorry,” [Terry] repeated. No, he hadn’t seen it the same way as Veil, had he? He sounded apologetic, flustered, and possibly even hesitant, though that last was swallowed up by a flow of words that started then didn’t stop. “I’m… working on that. Though I understand if that’s kind of meaningless right now… um… but, please don’t… only I can hear a girl crying in my mind, and she says she can’t move, and I’m kind of mostly sure that she’s real.” She… there… that wasn’t Abby, was it? No, it couldn’t be that, Nezhno decided quickly. Terry was far too calm for that to have happened, and he would have named her, so… did his powers have… hangovers? Or… no, okay, he was looking this way now. “Err…” Terry tried again, looking toward Nezhno in a worried way that had the Wakandan torn between worry of his own and complete confusion. “Could I… maybe just borrow a minute of your time? I know this sounds crazy, but… I think she might know you.” Confusion won. Nezhno blinked, then lifted his eyebrows, glancing briefly at Kitty before he turned back to the pale boy who’d been speaking. How did a ‘mostly real’ girl inside someone’s head know him? Trying to turn it over in his brain didn’t immediately help it make sense. Not to him, at least. “You better not be doing that?" Veil shot out at Quin-Nate, so apparently at least one of them had been able to come to a conclusion right off. A correct one, though? “Veil…” Nezhno tried to say, as placatingly as he could manage, which wasn’t very. Or at least, he was having a hard time imagining that it would do any good at all, but there weren’t all that many options he could see to try now, and- “Shut up!" [Quentin] shot back. Oh dear. Oh dear, both that this was going this way, and that Quentin - arrogant, shit-stirring bastard that he usually did seem to be determined on being - didn’t seem to have found anything but flat contradiction for his retort this time. “It’s not me," he ground out, which one look at Veil said she didn’t really believe at all. For himself, Nezhno wasn’t sure, but he was at least moderately convinced that maybe it wouldn’t help anyone to stick on that point. “Um…” he began, trying to focus on Terry, and only Terry, and not get drawn any further into Quentin and Veil, “Of course.” That was to having his time ‘borrowed’, and just in case that wasn’t clear, he stepped away from Quentin (and, more reluctantly, from Kitty), taking a couple of paces closer toward Terry before he stopped. “Okay,” he said slowly, trying to put what he’d heard into an order he could think about, “You think that she knows me.” That seemed like a key fact, however much of a confusing one it was. But it definitely also felt like a fact in need of a lot more context before he’d know what to do with it. “Um. Has anything like this ever happened to you before?” he asked. Back where he’d been, Quentin threw up his hands. “Eugggh! You’re all crazy,” he declared, snideness back but still maybe a little frayed-sounding in the ends of words. “I have better things to do than play Scooby Doo,” he continued, pushing away from the bench with a movement like dusting off his hands, then shooting a venomous look in Veil’s direction. “Later, Veil-ma. Try to keep the psycho on the inside of your brain for a whole ten minutes, then maybe Taggy will give you a pat on the head and a special lollipop too.” And then, with a scornful look in Brian’s direction, a sniff in Kitty’s, and an eyeroll for Nezhno (who was feeling more confused than ever), he was striding away toward the door. |
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| Kitty Pryde | Jan 9 2015, 12:32 AM Post #12 |
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Unphased
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Oh crap! Of course Quentin couldn't just shut up. No, he had to make it worse, instead, with whatever nonsense he was spewing out now. Or at least it was nonsense to her, but it meant something to Veil, because it was kinda like putting a match to TNT. Lab equipment went sailing across the room, crashing into one've the benches as Quentin managed to duck, and all Kitty had time for was to thank god it didn't go into the pile of things labeled 'probably will kill us horribly if we screw around with it too much', before she grabbed hold of Nezh's wrist automatically and hoped Brian could deal with whatever catastrophe this was gonna be on his own, because he was too far away. So, of course, the telepath couldn't just shut up. He had to keep going, poking at Veil some more and, dammit, if the other girl discoprated, not even she would be able to do a damned thing about it. Phasing wouldn't do crap with mist or vapor or whatever else the redhead had learned to turn into the last couple of days that Shadowcat was kinda hoping she was too mad to remember right now. For everyone's sake, but mostly Quentins. Brian was possibly taking his life into his own hands, trying to talk her down, but Veil shrugged her off. Not listening to him. Not listening to Nezh, either, when he tried, and not doing anything but sending another glare her way when Kitty told the two of them to cut it the hell out. Quentin wasn't listening, either. Huge surprise there, but it made it a little easier to not feel particularly bad about threatening to knock him the hell out if it came to that. He needed to keep his damned telepathy to himself, but it looked like he was too hard headed to learn that lesson any way but the hard way. You'd have thought after the stunt with Julian last night, and how that'd almost ended, he'd have clued in, but apparently not. Here was the proof and it just might end up with them less one lab and possibly one telepath. And..oh holy crap, what the hell was happening over at the door now? Who...what...what the hell?? Eyes going wide, it took Kitty's brain a second to click onto what was actually happening there. Terry. That was Terry, wasn't it? The pale, dark haired boy from the Utah Camp. Only not, because he was changing. He was...Ahab. Oh god, he was turning into Ahab? The brunette almost took an involuntary step back before she caught herself. She'd never seen Ahab, but she knew who and what he was. The thing that'd taken Jean from the Camp in the middle of the night. Taken everything she was and turned her into something horrible. The thing that'd done the same to Rachel Summers, in her world. “Stop it!" Veil ordered and...oh god, to Quentin, who'd been a Hound himself and was looking like one now again. This was him, wasn't it? Something coming out of his head that was...what? Triggering Terry's powers? Was he like Calvin? Someone whose powers were other people's powers, only including their shape, too? “Shit,” said the image of the Master of the Hounds, in a scratchy, accented voice, before that form dissolved back into the pale, dark haired boy. “Sorry,” he added to Quentin, who'd looked panicked and strained, tattoos still standing out in relief on his face. “Not your fault," Veil assured him and, no, it wasn't, was it? But she didn't think that was going to make either boy feel any better. “What happened to all your sanctimonious, ‘keep your powers to yourself and out of people’s heads’ bullshit,…” the telepath muttered and Kitty sighed, shooting a look his way. Honestly, she felt kinda bad for him right now. He'd been through a lot of crap of his own and he was pretty obviously shaken up under the exterior of pissed off, but she was starting to think she should probably knock him out for his own good. Nezh reached over to lay a hand on Quentin's shoulder but he shrugged it off the same way Veil had shrugged off Brian's. “Sorry,” [Terry] repeated still apparently convinced it was his fault. It wasn't anyone's, really (the Ahab incident, because the whole mess in here was definitely a lot Quentin's fault), but telling them that wouldn't make Terry or Quentin feel any better the second time, either. “I’m… working on that. Though I understand if that’s kind of meaningless right now… um… but, please don’t… only I can hear a girl crying in my mind, and she says she can’t move, and I’m kind of mostly sure that she’s real.” A...girl? Crying in his head? How, exactly, did his powers work? Shapeshifting and...telepathy? Empathy? Kitty looked to Nezh, then over to Veil (who had at least stopped trying to kill Quentin, for the moment, anyway), then to Brian, and Terry, then back to Nezh again, expression confused and questioning. “Err…” Terry tried again, looking toward Nezhno, too. Worried, that was easy to pick out, and she was pretty sure she would be, too, if there were people crying in her head. “Could I… maybe just borrow a minute of your time? I know this sounds crazy, but… I think she might know you.” Annnnd she should probably let Nezh's arm go now. Right. Doing that, as the Wakandan boy blinked and raised an eyebrow, turning her way. Kitty shrugged her shoulders lightly. Around here, anything was possible. “You better not be doing that?" Veil shot out, and it might not've been a half bad guess, except she didn't think Quentin exactly had that kind of control. Or, that he'd thought of it. If there'd been people crying in Veil or Julian's head, she'd have been more likely to blame him right now. “Veil…” Nezhno tried to say as Kitty started a second behind him with, "I don't think-", only for Quentin to jump back in, insisting to Veil that she, “Shut up!" and...yeah, not what she'd have expected from him if it really was something he'd done. Another of his idea of a 'prank'. “It’s not me," he ground out, not that Veil seemed to believe him at all and Kitty couldn't really blame her. On the other hand, Quentin seemed too shook up, still, to manage to make that sound like anything but the truth. “Um…” [Nezhno] began, keeping his attention on Terry while she...watched Veil and Quentin and hoped Brian was up for helping her tackle one or both if things got out of hand again. The younger girl, thank god, looked more focused on Terry, though, than she did the pink haired telepath. “Of course.” He moved over toward Terry and she hung back, curious but not wanting to crowd the poor guy or something. God knew what he'd turn into if he pulled stuff off her somehow. In fact, now would be a really good time to make sure she reinforced all the shields in her own head. Who knew if it'd help, but it couldn't hurt. “Okay,” [Nezh] said slowly, trying to put what he’d heard into an order he could think about, “You think that she knows me.” So, one of the Dance, maybe? But they were all back, and okay, and if something was wrong she was pretty sure someone would find a way to let them know besides crying in Terry's head. “Um. Has anything like this ever happened to you before?” he asked, and that was apparently too much for Quentin. The telepath with the pink mohawk threw up his hands in some kind of surrender, or probably disgust, actually. “Eugggh! You’re all crazy,” he declared, snideness back but still maybe a little frayed-sounding in the ends of words. “I have better things to do than play Scooby Doo,” he continued, pushing away from the bench with a movement like dusting off his hands, then shooting a venomous look in Veil’s direction. “Later, Veil-ma. Try to keep the psycho on the inside of your brain for a whole ten minutes, then maybe Taggy will give you a pat on the head and a special lollipop too.” There were scornful looks and sniffing in her and Brian's direction, then Quentin flounced away. God, he really made it hard as hell to feel any sympathy for him at all, didn't he? "I think that makes us Fred and Daphne," she commented to Nezh with a shake of her head to Quentin's retreating back. Seemed weird, since Veil was the redhead and she was the one with glasses (not that she was wearing them right now, but she probably should be), but who knew how he thought? Or wanted to at this point? At least with him out, their chances of being blown up by flying lab equipment lowered considerably. God, it was like some unholy cross between Emma and 'Berto. "I think you're probably not imagining things, or crazy," Kitty added thoughtfully, turning back to Terry, who was actually possibly the palest person she'd ever seen in her life. "I'm not sure exactly how your powers work, but around here having people accidentally in your head's pretty common." And, well, if it sounded like they were in trouble or something? An even better reason to take it seriously. |
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| Tag | Jan 14 2015, 03:08 PM Post #13 |
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Infected with Boy.
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For a fleeting moment, as Brian was still more aware of everyone else's reactions than the new arrival himself, he almost thought the Maker had returned. That would get everyone’s attention, no doubt. Whether that would be enough was harder to say. Veil was out for blood and it was becoming abundantly clear that there was no reasoning with her right now. Trying to calm her down only seemed to be making things worse, probably because she thought Brian should be helping her, not stopping her. It was as if Quentin had some pathological need to turn people against him, a special gift for choosing just who to provoke and was completely oblivious to when he'd crossed the line. With Veil, he'd not only crossed the line, but then turned around, poured gasoline over it and tossed a lit match. Neither of them seemed to care much if the lab exploded around them. Or maybe Brian was just extra conscious of it since he stood the least chance of surviving if it did. When Brian turned toward the door, he didn't find the Maker there. Instead it was Terry from Utah. Or it had been, but he was starting to change, just like he had yesterday when the Sentinels turned on them. Except this time he was turning into the Master of the Hounds. Brian felt the hairs rise on the back of his head as he watched. Even knowing it was really still Terry in there, and that Ahab was dead, it was still hard not to feel a chill at the sight. It wasn't Brian's fear Terry's power had latched on to, however. Quentin, now strangely silent as he stood watching the figure. His fists were clenched and the tattoos he used to (and apparently still did) have reappeared on his face. The former Nate Grey was doing more than just looking at Terry-Ahab, though. There wasn't any visible sign of powers is use, but it was easy enough for everyone to tell he'd done something. "Stop it!" Veil commanded Quentin, but it, and whatever he'd been trying to do, seemed to have no effect. “Shit,” Terry said, his voice sounding a bit labored. He closed his eyes and a moment later he changed back to, well, himself. All pale skin and dark, lanky hair and fatigued expressions. “Sorry.” "We're okay," Brian told him, quickly regaining his composure. That probably wasn't a sentiment Quentin would agree with, but it was still true. He didn't expect it to come as much comfort to Terry, either. Nor would Veil's "Not your fault," but given the glare she was directing at Quentin, she had some strong opinions on whose fault it was. Quentin glared right back at her, more angry than cocky this time. “What happened to all your sanctimonious, ‘keep your powers to yourself and out of people’s heads’ bullshit,…” he said in a sullen voice lacking much of his earlier bravado, quiet enough that Brian almost couldn't hear it. It was sort of an improvement, if you could call it that. "Not now, Q," Brian said, not unsympathetically. Nobody should have to go through what he'd been through, and Brian could only imagine how it felt to have such a strong reminder put in front of him, but this wasn't going to improve matters for anyone and it needed to stop. Nezh tried to put a hand on Quentin, but the pink-haired telepath shrugged off the gesture (and any attempt at comfort that may have gone with it) as firmly as Veil had Brian’s. Kitty simply sighed as she looked at him. “Sorry,” Terry said again, perhaps wisely choosing not to come any closer to the conflict Veil and Quentin seemed determined to revive. “I’m… working on that. Though I understand if that’s kind of meaningless right now… um… but, please don’t… only I can hear a girl crying in my mind, and she says she can’t move, and I’m kind of mostly sure that she’s real.” A girl in trouble? No wonder he was looking so off balance. Especially if he was only hearing it in his mind, which might explain why he had some doubt of her existence. Brian noticed Kitty meet his eyes as she ran a circuit of everyone in the room and he silently answered with a questioning look of his own. He didn’t know anything about it, and she was probably the closest thing they had to an expert on this sort of thing out of all of them. “Err…” Terry tried again, looking toward Nezhno. “Could I… maybe just borrow a minute of your time? I know this sounds crazy, but… I think she might know you.” Wait, someone who knew Nezh? Did he mean one of the Dance? A spike of concern ran through Brian and he mentally reran the last places he’d seen Molls, G, Angel and Wicked. Recently enough, and if he was reading Terry’s body language and the tone of his voice correctly, this had been wearing at him for a while. Who, then? Kitty, who’d been keeping hold of Nezh up until then (probably to phase him to safety if the lab exploded), released him as the two assumed looks that spoke of their own uncertainly. "You better not be doing that?" Veil said to Quentin, apparently having decided on one theory Brian hadn’t considered. Not a very likely one, no matter what Quentin was otherwise capable of, but Veil and Quentin was right back to staring daggers at each other. “Veil…” Nezhno tried to say as Brian turned a look her way, wondering if anything short of removing them from each other’s presence was going to put an end to this. He started to open his mouth to speak himself, but it was already too late. "Shut up! It's not me," Quentin retorted, without his usual cockiness. Veil clearly wasn’t buying it, either. If this started getting out of hand again, they were going to have to be more direct. At least Brian and Kitty and Nezh were within arm’s reach of the two this time. Luckily, Nezh didn’t waste too much time bringing things back to the main matter. “Um…” he said, looking at Terry while Brian kept a wary eye on Veil and Quentin. Fingers tensed in case he had to ‘tag’ someone. A last resort he didn’t want to consider, but he would if it was the only thing that would work. “Of course. Okay, You think that she knows me. Um. Has anything like this ever happened to you before?” That was apparently too much for Quentin. “Eugggh! You’re all crazy,” he said, throwing his arms up in the air. He still sounded pretty shaken up, his words coming out a little unsteadily. “I have better things to do than play Scooby Doo,” he continued, shoving off from his bench and adding one more baleful look at Veil. “Later, Veil-ma. Try to keep the psycho on the inside of your brain for a whole ten minutes, then maybe Taggy will give you a pat on the head and a special lollipop too.” He capped that with a nasty look to Brian and sniffs and eyerolls for Kitty and Nezh. Apparently satisfied, he strode off for the door in a huff. Tú sabes, even when he deserved a bit of sympathy, Quentin made it very, very hard to give him a fair shake. He was leaving, though, which meant there would at least be no more poking back and forth between him and Veil. Velma? In the relative calm that followed his departure, Brian idly considered that. That would probably make him Fred, then, and Nezhno would be- "I think that makes us Fred and Daphne," Kitty said out loud. Ah. On second thought, yes, she would pair them up like that under the circumstances, wouldn’t she? Well, there wasn’t anything wrong with being Shaggy. And they had other things to work out besides who was who anyway. "I think you're probably not imagining things, or crazy," Kitty said, turning to address Terry. "I'm not sure exactly how your powers work, but around here having people accidentally in your head's pretty common." Kitty had a point, there. It was all still very, very new to Brian, but he was adjusting quickly. He nodded slightly, partly in agreement with her, partly to try putting Terry more at ease. “Did she happen to say who she was?” he asked carefully, since that seemed like the logical way to get them out of the pronoun game. His next question was going to be a bit harder, and might just end up with everyone thinking he was the crazy one. Still, it seemed like it was worth a shot. “And… can you talk back to her?” |
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| Trauma | Jan 22 2015, 12:57 AM Post #14 |
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Stop it. Yeah, he should do that. Pull himself together, both figuratively and currently-more-important literally (original definition). It took a second, and closing his eyes, but he managed it, along with a ‘sorry’ which Terry figured even Abby couldn’t have faulted him for offering up now, last night’s bans or not. Not way around it, it definitely needed to be said any time you made an entrance into a room by turning into someone’s greatest fear in front of them. “We’re okay,” Brian offered, which was nice of him to say. Possibly not equally true across the board for all of them, but polite. Polite was good. Polite always made things easier. “Not your fault," Veil assured him, though, so even if Abby wouldn’t have called him out this time, apparently someone still would. Except that the redheaded girl was already looking past him, and back at Quentin, with what was definitely a glare. A glare that was being returned along with a venomously muttered comment and some more shushing from Brian. All of which Terry was more than a little glad he was too far away to make out, so all in all he kind of had the feeling that that assurance might have more to do with making a point to someone else than about him. Especially since this one, pretty much the definition of his fault. Not to mention feeling a little too much like watching an evening with his parents acted out by people who were probably even younger than him, which was… odd. And not really something he wanted to consider too much. No. Another sorry was probably in order now (whatever Abby might say, it pretty much always was, as far as he could see), and an assurance - for whatever it might be worth, and currently that maybe wasn’t very much - that he was trying to work on ‘entrance by pants-dropping terror’ thing, and then… …well, babbling, really. Hasty, tongue-tripping half sentences as he tried to explain what he was doing here, and the girl that he was (mostly) sure was really there. The one in his head. But… real. This wasn’t going well. Looks were being exchanged, of the confused variety, and he really couldn’t blame them right now. But he was here, and it was too late to go back and go with that ‘probably should have just sucked it up and looked for Patsy’ thought that was popping up again, especially when he wasn’t even entirely sure where she was, and whether he could manage to keep his head together (and not pulled inside the frozen girl’s) for another trip around the Helicarrier to god knew where. So feeling sorry for himself about how this was going was kind of off the table right now, and the only thing to do was try again. At least whatever was going on with Veil and Quentin really probably wasn’t anything at all to do with him (which was an improvement over his parents), so he could just… not be part of that, and if he could just… borrow a moment of Nezhno’s time, though, that would be good. Because - oh god, and this was going to sound crazy, but no help for that at this point - the frozen girl seemed to know him. Nezhno. Somehow. Cue more confused looks, but he’d kind of expected that. And Veil turning it immediately on Quentin, which made Terry wince (slightly and involuntarily, but definitely wincing), because he’d maybe kind of expected that too, a little. "I don't think-“ he began quietly, half-murmuring, half-shaking his head, while Nezhno tried to say something to Veil that ended with her name when Quentin snapped back at her and… well.. gah… not good. He was more than a little relieved (probably more was fair) to see Nezhno’s not exactly subtle attempt at disengaging, turning back his way like the tattooed boy was trying to pretend nothing else was going on. “Um…” he began. He wasn’t very good at pretending, but Terry appreciated it all the same. “Of course.” And he let go of Kitty too, and moved this way, so that seemed like an of course for the time moment, probably, but maybe this was a bad idea. He was okay. He was holding it together. He was just… cold - no, that wasn’t what he was. That wasn’t him. Okay, yeah, not okay. Definition of not okay, feeling relieved to see someone who you’d only met the day before looking perplexed as they were trying to think through your crazy problems. Definitely a sign of not okay. “Okay,” [Nezhno] said slowly, and Kitty was there too, hanging back, but looking like she was concentrating, while Brian had his focus on Veil and Quentin “You think that she knows me.” Terry nodded, biting his lip a little. That sounded even crazier when someone else said it back to him. Great. “Um. Has anything like this ever happened to you before?” Had… he had girls’ voices in his head before? Telling him things? Crying? Terry hesitated, trying not to freak out and answer with the first thought in his head, because the moment of reflexive ‘oh god, you know about it all somehow’ made the walls he’d put to keep the frozen girl from the center of his thoughts harder to keep back for a few heartbeats. And in those few heartbeats, Quentin exploded again. Calling them crazy - and okay, for himself Terry couldn’t argue with that, but that didn’t really sound fair as a sweeping statement, and then throwing on Scooby Doo references. Oddly detailed Scooby Doo references, that preceded the pink-haired boy storming away, out the door. Terry watched him go for a moment, then looked back to the four who were left, feeling (against all logic) calmer. Less crazy, anyway, if only by comparison. “I think that makes us Fred and Daphne,” Kitty was telling a confused-looking Nezhno, who didn’t seem to have followed the reference (maybe you just had to be American). That, Terry supposed, left him as Scooby, and right now, he didn’t think he was really in a position to argue with that. Well, nearly not. Twisting his lips together in a wry shadow of something that could count as a grin with a little imagination, he raised an eyebrow back in the brunette’s direction, and shrugged uncomfortably. “I feel like I might have accidentally brought in the long lost Lassie crossover episode.” Except she’d always made it look easy to explain whatever urgent situation was going on, even with barking. (Maybe he should have tried barking?). “I think you're probably not imagining things, or crazy," Kitty added thoughtfully, turning back to him, and away from the even more confused expression Nezhno was wearing now. “I’m not sure exactly how your powers work, but around here having people accidentally in your head's pretty common.” Terry nodded, smiling uneasily just because he couldn’t think of anything else to do. Pretty comon? Yeah, so was not really understanding how his powers worked, because god knew he definitely didn’t. It had Brian’s attention now, and the dreadlocked boy was nodding. Did he also have people in his head? Was that what she’d meant by common? “Did she happen to say who she was?” he asked carefully, and calmly, like this wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. Maybe it wasn’t, around here. Maybe they had a checklist? That might actually almost be reassuring too, except that… yeah, okay, no it wouldn’t. Focus, Terry. Focus. “No,” Terry replied, doing his best to copy Brian’s careful demeanour, in case that would help with the idea of feeling calm. It didn’t really, but then he knew he was also doing a pretty bad job of it, so that might have been why. “If I knew, I would have led with that,” he added. Trying to be calm. And logical. Failing a little. Maybe a lot. “I-” have no idea what I’m even trying to say right now, so I’ll shut up, he decided. And he did. Shut up, that was. “And… can you talk back to her?” Considering that only for a very brief moment, and remembering what it had felt like when he’d first focused back in his bedroom, Terry shook his head quickly. No. He definitely couldn't talk to her. Not and keep himself together. “She’s not hearing anything from outside her head,” he explained, or tried to. “She’s terrified, that’s all there seems to be of her. It swallows everything.” He had to swallow himself, and spend a moment focusing, just talking about it, or it might have happened anyway, but when Terry looked up from that, he noticed that Nezhno was looking thoughtful again. “You think that’s why you can hear her? Because she’s frightened?” he asked. Because she was- right. “Oh-“ Terry paused again, feeling like an idiot, and nodded “-yeah. Yeah, that would probably make sense, wouldn’t it.” He definitely knew enough about his powers that he should have seen that too. God. It was hard to think, though. Every time he did, the crying was louder, the panic building again. But he let his breath out, trying to focus, and building the walls again. Nice and neat, and orderly, like he was a psychologist, looking at someone else’s problem. Because it was. That did make it easier, enough that he could look back at the Wakandan, and the others, and feel more centered. “This is what I know,” he started again. Not her name, but at least he could catalog the things he had felt, and put them in some kind of order. “She’s scared.” Okay, yeah, they’d established that already, but it had to be where this started, all the same. “Cold,” Terry continued. “Really cold. She can’t move. She thinks…” hesitating for a moment, trying to order the panicked feelings that had felt like his into something that belonged with someone else, “… that someone’s going to cut into her. She said she’d seen them do it to you.” He nodded at Nezhno. “In a room full of dead people.” That was what she’d been screaming, wasn’t it? Except he wasn’t entirely sure he’d got it all right, now that he’d tried to say it out loud. Helplessly, Terry shrugged, looking at the others. And maybe kind of wishing that they were in a Scooby Doo episode, and that one of them was about to stitch all of this up into an improbable but inexplicably coherent explanation to wrap things up for another neat and tidy mystery solved, just in time for the ad break. “Does any of this make any sense at all?” he asked, hoping that somehow, it would. |
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| Veil | Jan 23 2015, 05:07 PM Post #15 |
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Floppy-Haired White Boy Whisperer
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Glaring. All the glaring. If Quin-Nate was doing that... “Veil…” Nezhno started and her eyes flickered his way, not so much with all the glaring now, but she didn't wanna be Veil-ed at, or 'I don't think'-ed at by Kitty Pryde, either. It could totally be his fault. After what he'd done to Julian last night? Yep, absolutely could be throwing random crap into Terry's head and making him turn into stuff because he thought it was 'funny'. Quentin was stupid that way. He was also all with the 'shut up, it's not me', and the redhead swung her attention back his way, again with the suspicious glaring. Not sure she was gonna buy that. Nope, not at all. Except... Well, he looked kinda freaked out, but that could just be Quin-Nate trying to cover it up. Not buying it. Really, really not buying it. Nope. “Um…” [Nezh] began, to Terry this time since there was stuff happening besides just Quin-Nate's stupid, “Of course.” And he moved closer to Terry, who was all Terry again. And away from Kitty Pryde, who was sorta hovering there behind him, still. “Okay,” [Gentle] said slowly, the way he did when he was thinking stuff through. Veil threw another glare at Quin-Nate. Nope, not forgetting he was there. No forgetting at all. Just kinda keeping most of her looking over toward Terry. “You think that she knows me.” Yep, Terry had said that and it was kinda worrying, since...was it Gloria? Or Wicked? Or Angel? Was one've them in some kinda trouble they didn't know about? Yeah, definitely all with the worrying mixing in with the glaring now. “Um. Has anything like this ever happened to you before?” he asked and, man, she kinda hoped not. That might be even suckier than surprise naked making powers. Then, because he wasn't the center of attention anymore, Quin-Nate started flinging his hands around. “Eugggh! You’re all crazy,” he declared, since, you know, he'd definitely know about that. “I have better things to do than play Scooby Doo,” he continued, pushing away from the bench with a movement like dusting off his hands, then shooting a venomous look in Veil’s direction. “Later, Veil-ma. Try to keep the psycho on the inside of your brain for a whole ten minutes, then maybe Taggy will give you a pat on the head and a special lollipop too.” There was eyerolling, and glaring. Veil tried to do them at the same time, but that didn't work and made her eyeball muscles go 'oww', so she had to do them one at a time. Was that supposed to be some kinda insult? 'Cause it totally failed. Velma was the smart one. Looking over toward Bri, she rolled her eyes again for good measure. "I think that makes us Fred and Daphne," [Kitty] commented to Nezh with a shake of her head to Quentin's retreating back, while Veil glared at that til it vanished, too. Stupid Quin-Nate, he had the hair and stuff all backwards. "I think you're probably not imagining things, or crazy," Kitty added thoughtfully, turning back to Terry,[/b][/i] like she was used to this kinda thing. Which she probably was. Or more than them. "I'm not sure exactly how your powers work, but around here having people accidentally in your head's pretty common." People like Quin-Nate the idiot. Who thought it was funny, still. Terry didn't look like he thought that so much at all and Veil edged over his way, now that she didn't have to possibly watch Quentin to make sure she wasn't gonna have to suffocate him or something. “Did she happen to say who she was?” [Bri] asked sorta like it was carefully going through it. It'd be totally awesome if she had, but Veil kinda thought Terry might've mentioned that before now if he actually knew the name of the person crying in his head. “No,” Terry replied, also with the kinda carefully. “If I knew, I would have led with that,” he added so she'd totally guessed right there. “I-” he started, then kinda stopped like he'd run out of words without expecting that to happen. “And… can you talk back to her?” That was Bri, adding on, which was also a totally good question. Did Terry's powers work that way? That was probably all no, since he was shaking his head and stuff. “She’s not hearing anything from outside her head,” he explained, or tried to. “She’s terrified, that’s all there seems to be of her. It swallows everything.” Oh man, all the badness. All the badness in his head. Definitely worse than surprise naked and the redhead reached over to kinda...squeeze his arm a little for a second. It probably wouldn't help with all the head badness ever, but it was all she could think of as Nezh asked if maybe that's why he could hear her and there was "Oh-“-ing form Terry, kinda like a light maybe just clicked on over his head. Then agreement that that was probably it. “This is what I know,” [Terry] started again while Veil worried some more about maybe if this was one've the Dance and maybe they should...talk on the way while they started checking or something. “She’s scared.” Yeah, got that and she flashed a worried, frowny look toward Nezh. Seriously, really needed to find this person like now. Now, now. "Cold,” Terry continued. “Really cold. She can’t move. She thinks…” there was pausing and Veil was trying to think of a way of checking on people really quick, but she didn't have her earpiece anymore. Crap, why'd she take it out? “… that someone’s going to cut into her. She said she’d seen them do it to you.” He nodded at Nezhno. “In a room full of dead people.” Green eyes did their going wide thing as she looked back to Nezh. What? What the heck? “Does any of this make any sense at all?” Terry asked, sounding like he was hoping it might, but... "A room full've dead people?" Veil sorta asked, feeling suddenly a little...green. This was totally what green felt like. "Okay, need to find whoever it is like now," she said aloud, trying to think (or maybe not trying to think but doing it anyway) how to connect dead people and someone cutting into Nezh and- "Your tattoos, maybe?" the redhead hit on, and so not a fun thought, even if she hadn't been there to see it. "When they took them out?" Her voice was kinda dropping down, because badness of memories for Nezh and stuff. "Except, well, it kinda sounds like an autopsy or something. With, you know, the dead people? Zombies?" she ventured, except she really, really hoped no zombies. No to the zombies. All the no ever. Maybe that was something else, though? Something about...gah! She didn't know! Only...okay, maybe she did a little, as she looked from Nezh to Kitty Pryde to Terry and then Bri, and back to Nezh. Still sorta confused and stuff, but maybe? "...I think we might need to really check on Wicked, guys. Like right now." Since she was the one with all the dead people powers, and she'd been there when they did...all the horrible badness to Nezh. |
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