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Post by Black Sam on Mar 4, 2021 10:41:14 GMT -5
From the rooftop of the KGB's front building, Azazel sat down, his back against a retaining wall, and closed his eyes to reach out with his mind to Major Preobrazhensky's, following the man's progress through the building and insinuating himself as a passanger, experiencing the site through Preobrazhensky's senses.
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HEALTH: 4/4 ENERGY: 18/18
ACTION ONE: 3 stones into Black Ops to follow Preobrazhensky and remain concealed ACTION TWO: 4 stones into telepathy to access the man's senses, shifting 1 stone for subtlety
ATTACK: provisional (see below) DEFENSE: 3 (RD) PRESCIENT DEFENSE: shift 2 stones from Telepathy to relocate behind any attacker – shifting the other 2 stones to Tail Action (usable after stones are allocated) to attack (3 stones, AP)
MODIFIERS: Enhanced Vision (see in darkness); Healing Factor (heal 1w stone/hour); Limited Prescience (shift stones allocated to other actions into Teleportation after other stones are revealed); Metal Defense 4; Reflexive Dodge 3
HEALTH: 4/4 ENERGY: 11/18 REGENERATION: 7
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Post by mcr on Mar 4, 2021 11:19:06 GMT -5
From within the Major's mind, Azazel watches carefully, perhaps unsure what to expect. Although he had thought the Major was leading him to some kind of KGB safehouse, he finds that the building is in fact a legitimate business. But apparently the Major's own curiosity has been piqued, as he reserves one of the private booths to place a call. After exchanging the necessary passcodes with the operator, he is connected to a young woman's voice, who seems to be speaking with a perfectly clear American accent. The voice is not one Azazel, or the Major, recognizes, most likely to establish deniability among different assets so that they can claim not to know who is a spy:
"Darkholme? ", she asks.
"Da. Says she is of personal importance to him, maybe candidate for your recruitment."
"I know the one. Very hard to track down. Last confirmed location was in Salzburg, but she shook her tail."
"How is possible?"
"She is a master of disguise. We are not sure how, we have never been able to capture her for interrogation."
"And you still want us to keep our hands off the desertir?"
"Yes. We don't know why he left, but our orders are clear. The Americans have a saying: "Better to attract flies with honey than vinegar, right?"
"I still not understanding why one man is so important."
"Better that you don't, trust me on that one."
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Post by Black Sam on Mar 4, 2021 13:24:57 GMT -5
"Hmm, so no operations center. lyubopytneye i lyubopytneye."
Azazel stood from his hiding spot and stretched, then refocused once more on the Major. Now that he had a sense of the man he was confdent in his ability to find him anywhere in the city, but there was one more detail he wished to know. Preobrazhensky had mentioned "his blonde friend," presumably Emma Frost. What did the man know about the Hellfire Club and, more importantly, who did the have on the inside?
Once he had his answers, Azazel would follow the man for the rest of the day to find out who else he spoke with and where he lived.
One could never have too much itelligence regarding one's enemies.
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HEALTH: 4/4 ENERGY: 18/18
ACTION ONE: 4 stones into Telepathy to find out what Preobrazhensky knows about the Hellfire Club, shifting 1 stone for subtlety ACTION TWO: 3 stones into Black Ops to follow the Major to his home
ATTACK: none DEFENSE: 3 (RD) PRESCIENT DEFENSE: none
MODIFIERS: Enhanced Vision (see in darkness); Healing Factor (heal 1w stone/hour); Limited Prescience (shift stones allocated to other actions into Teleportation after other stones are revealed); Metal Defense 4; Reflexive Dodge 3
HEALTH: 4/4 ENERGY: 11/18 REGENERATION: 7
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Post by phencerx on Mar 4, 2021 15:17:58 GMT -5
Peter stepped into Elizabeth's flat and immediately took notice of the sparseness of it. While he had expected some of the extravagance that came with the Braddock name, he was pleasantly surprised to see the only truly extravagant thing about the flat was it's location and it's owner.
"You brought something. Erm... there's plates to the right of the sink. In the cupboard. I just took the kettle off, so feel free to help yourself to some tea."
"Thanks. I didn't know if you'd had a bite yet, so I picked up some fresh croissants from a little bakery on the way." Peter takes two plates out of the cupboard and places a croissant on each. Still warm and and flaky to the point that you thought they might just fall apart or melt in your mouth, he can't help but smile and give a mental nod to Flo. He picks up the kettle and pours the water over the steeper filled with loose leaf English breakfast tea. The aroma of the tea, blending with the sent of the warm pastries and fresh butter brings him back to his childhood. Well before his mother had passed away and his life had turned to into this dark hole that he lived in now.
Snapping out of the memory, Peter follows Elizabeth back to the table with the plates and his tea. "Treasure this early in the morning -- who'd've thunk?" He didn't have to turn the photo over to know exactly where it was taken. As a child, he lived through the London Blitz, and once he entered MI-6, he had spent his early years studying, investigating, and combing through the remains of several of the worst concentration camps. While the world had just seen them as places of a homicidal dictator performing genocide on those he deemed inferior, Peter knew about experiments of the depraved madmen searching for higher unattainable knowledge to better serve the mad man that they saw as their savior.
It wasn't until Peter took a closer look that he recognized the man in the photo as Elizabeth's father. While holed up in Portwell House researching Le Fey and this "otherworld" place, he had also taken the liberty of pulling up Sir James Braddock's military jacket. "Aye luv, from what I've read, your father played a key role in helping shut down more than a few of these places. That's why like you, I find it hard to believe that a simple fire did your old man in."
Peter pulls out a series of notes of his own. Most scribbled in shorthand to save time, and other's fully written in code so that peering eyes wouldn't be able to make heads or tails of them without his express permission. "I wasn't able to find out much more than what O told us. Just a lot of fire and brimstone, eternal darkness, and rubbish like that. Le Fey is a heavy hitter as you've seen, and I'm starting to think that the only reason I got as close to her as I did was part of her grand old design. Sifting through the notes though, I did come across a couple of names of interest though. A yank back in the U.S. by the name of Strange, and a sodding dictator claiming to be the Supreme Leader over in Latveria. Though with him, I've seen files that make me think it's best to steer clear of that bloke unless absolutely necessary."
Flipping through his notes a little more, he comes to the page on Brian. "Alas I wasn't able to find out much more about your brother than what I've already told you. I think our best bet would be to head back to the den of vipers and see if Dr. Pym might have some light to shed on the subject."
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Post by OurLadyWar on Mar 4, 2021 16:04:02 GMT -5
"Appreciated," Elizabeth had quipped when he introduced the croissants and the butter. The jetsetter happily abandoned her toast for one of the freshly baked spirals, splitting the pastry to lovingly coat it with butter before setting it on a plate. While he looked over her own findings and notes, she chewed thoughtfully, as if also digesting his discoveries with her tea and breakfast. At the mention of her father, and when she was sure Wisdom was finished with the picture she had found, she took the photo back and let her eyes pass over the collection of the dead. Her father had a look she had rarely -- if ever -- seen: sorrow. Braddock Sr. was always adept at hiding away his emotions, reserving them -- she presumed -- for her mother only, if at all. New facets of light were being shined on her father, she was wondering what would ultimately be revealed. Little by little, the mystery of him was starting to swing into focus. "All those people..." Elizabeth shook her head. "One thing to read about it in school, another to see your own father there. What must have been going through his head? I can't imagine," she shook her head.
"I wasn't able to find out much more than what O told us. Just a lot of fire and brimstone, eternal darkness, and rubbish like that. Le Fey is a heavy hitter as you've seen, and I'm starting to think that the only reason I got as close to her as I did was part of her grand old design. Sifting through the notes though, I did come across a couple of names of interest though. A yank back in the U.S. by the name of Strange, and a sodding dictator claiming to be the Supreme Leader over in Latveria. Though with him, I've seen files that make me think it's best to steer clear of that bloke unless absolutely necessary."
"Agreed," she sipped her tea and set the cup down. "We could open a channel with Strange, then. Seems more approachable than a dictator," she smirked and pressed her thumb on some croissant crumbs before popping it in her mouth. She wiped her hands and leaned in as he reached the part of his notes centered on Brian.
"Alas I wasn't able to find out much more about your brother than what I've already told you. I think our best bet would be to head back to the den of vipers and see if Dr. Pym might have some light to shed on the subject."
"He might. I'd be interested as well to see who fits this," she indicated the handwriting on the back that wasn't her fathers, "glass slipper. I had a notion," she set the photo back down and for once looked uncomfortable, even a little nervous, "of visiting Jamie. My brother. He went mad after the fire. I'm beginning to wonder if it truly was just the grief that sent him off. You're welcome to come," she stood, tucking a final bite of the croissant away and finishing the last of her tea. She set the dishes in the sink and washed her hands. "Though you may not like what you see. Jamie has a way of affecting the world around him. If you're not used to it, it can be quite unnerving. Hell, even when you are used to it..." Elizabeth surfaced gracefully from her ashen state, sporting a more aloof 'mask' than the previous one. "Again, you're welcome to come. Or I could meet you in Essex. Your choice," she said over her shoulder and she went to lift the needle from the record.
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Post by phencerx on Mar 4, 2021 23:32:31 GMT -5
At the mention of Jamie's name, Peter immediately sat up straight as the hairs on his neck began to bristle. Just the thought of him made Peter nervous, but what he was realizing was that it must have been some time since she last visited her brother. Bollocks. This was a conversation Peter had been hoping to avoid, but if Elizabeth was bent on visiting her brother, it was best she know the truth.
"About that luv. I think it's better if I go with you to visit your brother. Things have....changed at Broadmoor. Your poor brothers 'abilities' have been spiking as of recent and everyone from warden all the way down to the newest inmates have been having, how shall we say, anger management issues. You'll probably need me to get in seeing as how your special privilege's probably went out the window after you left S.T.R.I.K.E."
Just the thought of stepping back into that building gave Peter the shivers. There was always a feel of the unnatural on those grounds, but since Jamie Braddock was sentenced there, those feelings had seemed to grow exponentially. Peter had put his fair share of 'patients' in Broadmoor, and each time, he couldn't get out of there bloody fast enough. He gathers his things and places his dishes in the sink. "But if we're going to go, we might as well do it now."
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Post by mcr on Mar 5, 2021 5:44:59 GMT -5
*FWIPT*A stinging pain surged through the knuckles of Peter Wisdom's hands, strong enough to make him almost jump out of his desk. Looking around for the culprit, Wisdom sees Elizabeth Braddock, trying to suppress a fit of giggles, and rows of students seated around him, with fuzzy blurs instead of faces which nevertheless seemed to stare right at him. Canned laughter filled the room, but Wisdom saw no obvious signs of foul play. A stern voice from the front of the room shouted: "SILENCE!". The heads of the other students immediately snapped frontward, some even twisting about anatomically impossible angles to turn around. When Wisdom and Betsy look, they see a man who wasn't there before, standing in front of a glossy white screen with a grainy still image of the number 6 flickering over it. The room seemed to stretch as Jamie Braddock rapped an impossibly long ruler that seemed to cover the breadth of the room on Wisdom's desk. He menaced: "Pay attention Mr. Wisdom, or I shall have to give you another." A film clicked on as Jamie teleported behind Betsy, shushing her with a finger to his lips and directing her attention to the front of the room: "You too, sis." The film began to countdown, flickering as it did, until an unseen man's voice spoke in German: "Experiment number 19999." Laughter from SS guards interrupted him as a naked teenager shivered on camera, covering his privates as best he could. The narrator commanded: "Do it, Juden!" The camera shifted to another figure, a naked girl also trying to cover up, but stopped, screaming, any time she does so as she is blasted with what must be a cold water hose: "Please!" She shrieked, dripping wet. The SS guards continued laughing. She sobbed: "It's okay." The narrator spoke off-camera: "What's the matter, zegeunerhure? Come on, don't be shy, hmmm?" The girl shrunk away only to get blasted by the hose again. A figure moved in front of the camera, his back blocking part of the film angle as he withdrew a pistol, cocking it and holding it to her head: "Do I need to repeat myself?" The boy approached her awkwardly as the film fuzzed out, to be replaced by another. A voice Betsy hadn't heard in a long time plays, as Sir James narrates for the camera: "Captain James Braddock, 11th Armoured Division. What we found.." The camera shifted to the wide swathes of ground littered by dead bodies: "There are no words. These are just the ones the SS left unburied at Bergen-Belsen. Best estimates of the number of dead total in the scores of thousands. A half dozen times more that many survivors. We have been trying to document what you see here today so that the annals of history may never forget." The camera turned around to show his face, then zoomed out to show him with nursing a bandage on his arm: "Many of the survivors are extremely malnourished and in need of urgent need of medical attention. We have been ill-equipped to care and provide for the sheer number of people here, but are doing our best. They are slow to trust us, and no one can blame them." Pointing to his bandage he adds: “Just gave blood for the first time. Apparently I'm a 'universal donor'. Never thought I'd say those words out loud." Turning the camera back around, he led it to an infirmary where the sounds of crying infants can immediately be heard: "The SS were experimenting on children. Children. Some birthed here, in the camps, for the sole purpose of feeding their horrific experimentations. And now I am wet-nurse all over again. Makes me miss Brian and Elizabeth back home. Lord knows I would never allow something like that for them, not while I draw breath." ========================================================================== -- Sometime Later -- Azazel continued shadowing the Major until he was satisfied that the man had nothing more to reveal, following him all the way to the Soviet Embassy in London where he was apparently living. But Phobos was nowhere to be found. Returning to Essex Manor, he finds that his "blonde friend", as the Major had put it, is already meeting with Erik and Kate Pryde in one of the guest rooms, along with Beast. Pietro Maximoff still lays comatose as Erik sits over his bed. Unsure what to say at first, the elder mutant finally asks: "Do you know what happened?"
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Post by OurLadyWar on Mar 5, 2021 10:58:25 GMT -5
The sensation was not an unfamiliar one, but it had been some time since she had experienced it, that feeling of her stomach suddenly jampacked with butterflies, and every nerve firing tingles through her body. This was the feeling that overcame her whenever Jamie used his powers or manipulated her. The giggles were against her will, so even though Wisdom saw her snickering, he could see something frantic in her eyes, just behind the shine of them. When the sensation finally passed, Elizabeth turned in her seat to look at Wisdom, before that razor stripped voice rang out: SILENCE!
How could he be here? He was supposed to be safe in his cell. Everyone was supposed to be safe with him in his cell, really. Elizabeth turned stiffly to look at the head of the uncanny class, only to see it really was him. Here she was hoping it was some imposter who knew way too much about her and her family, but it was him in the flesh, whatever that meant. Jamie could change and warp the reality around him, Elizabeth rarely trusted anything happening when he was in the room. "Jamie -- "
He flicked his ruler like a switch on Wisdom's desk. Elizabeth gnashed her teeth. "Jamie, don't --" she hissed, but suddenly he was behind her. A gaggle of goosebumps raced across her skin as her hair stood up on the back of her neck. He had not been this close to her in a long time and the stink of logic and order breaking down in the aura of his chaos burned her nostrils. She tensed as he leaned closer with his scarred finger across his dry lips.
The footage shook her to her core. The girl was hardly past Betsy's own age. The cruel voices on camera and the crueler actions on display were like some horrid play, and the usher was not about to let her or Wisdom leave. Elizabeth felt like her blood had been replaced with acid with every frantic beating of her heart, the same heart breaking in two, squeezing tears from the corners of her violet eyes. "Stop..." Elizabeth whispered, unaware she had even said the word.
The film shifted and Elizabeth heard a voice she had not heard in a long time. Hearing her dad was like hearing a dream she was struggling to remember. The timbre and cadence of him was slowly getting lost with every day he was gone. Suddenly, the full range of his voice hit her like a sledgehammer, and Betsy's hand slowly crept to her trembling mouth. "Father... oh, it's him." Every fiber of her wish she could have been there to comfort her father, just like he had comforted her and the boys so often in the past. He was gutted and shattered by his discovery. Suddenly, a shadow of a suspicion she had in regards to Millbury and Frost crystalized. He never wanted anything to happen to his children, but surely his experience in the camp had further driven that home. And if her father had been so moved and so affected by what he discovered, there was no way he would have willingly let this doppelganger experiment go through. He either didn't know or found out too late, punished either way for his role as their protector.
Betsy slowly turned her head to Jamie, presumably still next to her. She was shaking her head as another tear beaded at the corner of her eye and tumbled. "How long did you know?"
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Post by phencerx on Mar 5, 2021 14:37:25 GMT -5
The sting of being rapped on the knuckles was enough to shock Peter to some of his senses. Something about this seemed.....wrong. Like he was being violated from the inside out at every angle. That's when he clocks Elizabeth giggling. The faintest of memories start clawing at the back of his mind. Why was he here and who is that girl seated amongst this sea of faceless children. "Think Peter...Focus up damnit!" he thinks to himself. Then as if being struck by lightning, the memory in his head makes the slightest crack in the wall. "That's right. I brought princess over there to see her brother. The son of a bitch is even stronger than last time. He shouldn't be able to do this......"
Then suddenly he sees the ruler extend and come hurling at him once more, growing and moving in ways that defied all sense of logic. Peter steels himself ready for another strike when suddenly Elizabeth struggles to urge Jamie to stop. And just like that, the mad brother had appeared right behind her. "Pay attention Mr. Wisdom, or I shall have to give you another."
As the film starts, Peter recognizes the poor children being tortured and his heard breaks. He might not know these exact two, but he had seen hours upon hours of footage just like it while researching the concentration camps after the war. Having spent his early childhood with an abusive drunk father, he can recognize the terror in their eyes. Only their terror is so much more than anything he had ever had to endure. That's when the rage began to build. The stinging in his hands began to shift that well known fire that runs through his veins right before his special abilities manifest themselves. But just as suddenly as the shift began, that fire was extinguished. Had Jamie sensed it and manipulated his mind to stop him, or had he only let Peter think he would be able to escape as some kind of sick joke. Struggling with everything he has, Peter manages to turn his speak. "Aye you sodding prick. I've seen this before and I'm really not feeling you to be much different right now."
Then with a flick of Jamie's wrist, Peter's head was forced to twist itself back to facing the screen. That's when he saw him. Sir Braddock. Peter had seen the files, but never any actual video footage of him. He could feel the pain and anger reverberating off of James as if he was standing right next to him. "Lord knows I would never allow something like that for them, not while I draw breath." If this was something that Jamie had wanted them to see, Peter wished he could have done it in a less violating fashion. That's when he hears Elizabeth mutter something in a hushed tone, full of emotion and drowning in sadness. "How long did you know?"
Peter had questions too, but first he had to escape this warped reality. Putting all of his focus on the mental training and arcane barriers taught to him by his sister, Wisdom closes his eyes, clenches his fists, and utters, "You know, I'm getting real fed up with people mucking around in my bloody noggin."
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Post by mcr on Mar 5, 2021 20:23:58 GMT -5
Rather than answer Elizabeth's questions, Jamie wiped the tears from her face with the side of his pointer finger and tip of his thumb.
"Hey. Hey there are no tears here. No tears. Look!"
He draws his hand down her face, briefly honking her nose, pressing his thumb between his pointer and middle finger and pulling back:
"Boop! Got your nose!"
When Jamie pulls back, he appears to be literally holding a nose, but perhaps to Betsy's relief, she finds that she can still breathe, and feeling her face nothing seems out of place. Still, the whole thing is ... weird, the strangely surreal state she and Peter find themselves in seems like a dream - a waking nightmare come alive.
Wisdom summons whatever internal power he can muster, and a very loud buzzing sound fills the room. The desks where the two find themselves seated vanish, and a loud clanking sound echoes followed by rolling metal wheels and gears screeching. As it does, the room begins to shake, accompanied by metal rattling and incoherent shouting.
A pair of hands pulls Wisdom back, followed by Betsy. Inmates around them shake their cell gates, clawing at them like crazed animals, though Jamie appears to be curled up in a ball, sucking his thumb like a babe.
"Sir. Ma'am. Please stand back."
The hospital orderly pulls them away from Jamie's cell door, and another pair of orderlies cautiously line behind them, one holding a large leather strap in apparent efforts to restrain Jamie.
"Please, let us do our job?"
He motions for you to move aside.
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Post by Gris on Mar 6, 2021 5:23:35 GMT -5
"I can't explain even half decently, we got into something out of our depth" Pryde offered, a hand on Erik's shoulder. "And he was in even before our... team of sorts went there, so who knows what was he subjected to in that surreal place" she continued. "He's alive and if he's half as hard as his father he'll be back on his feet sooner or later" she tried to reassure him, even if Pryde herself didn't really know. Without a proper explanation for what happened nor a solution to his condition, Pryde couldn't do much but be there for the man she had just met.
"That's how it starts" Kate mused. "His cause is just, his pain is real" she sighed. "But he's misguided, he..." Kate paused, conflicted. "Continue" Pryde thought back. "I don't know what advice you give you, girl" she sounded tired. "Part of me thinks that you should run away without getting dragged into this, but you are needed" she continued. "Maybe... maybe you are who he needs by his side, even if I'm afraid of what does that mean to you, I can't really ask-" Pryde interrupted the old woman. "And you aren't asking. I've never been good listening to my elders and I'm not going to start now, whatever happens it's my responsibility" she thought back, determined.
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Post by OurLadyWar on Mar 6, 2021 10:06:41 GMT -5
It all happened so quickly. The footage, her father's voice, Jamie comforting her and then "stealing her nose", before the real world -- such as it was -- swung violently back to meet Betsy and Peter. The sound of the insane and the deranged flooded her senses as orderly hands wrestled her back from her brother. Happening again, it was happening again. Her family was being taken away, shrinking from her sight again. "No," she said on a harsh breath first, before shoving the orderly hands off her. "Let go of me. Leave him alone!" Elizabeth pushed through the other orderlies coming through, and that familiar crackle of power surrounded her arm, flooded down her hand, manifested as that shining pink blade. "I said: stay back!" She turned on her heel, cutting a swath through the air between herself and the orderlies advancing on Jamie. Her eyes were flooded with brilliant pink light, a bloom of butterfly wings unfurled from a tenacious glare.
Elizabeth turned quickly back to Jamie, taking a knee at his side. "Jamie," she brushed wild, unwashed hair from his eyes and held his face in her hand, while the other stay occupied with her sword should anyone try to interrupt her. "Jamie, the fire. Tell me about the fire, about father, about mum before it happened. You were older than us, you saw more than Brian and I ever could remember. Please, I know you want to tell me something. I can help!" This was the closest to lucid Jamie had been in a while, but there was not much time left; this was a facility built for holding those more powerful than she was. No doubt contingencies were in place. She only hoped Peter could hold them off another moment longer before they retreated back to Essex. Betsy let her forehead drop to his, eyes clenched shut. "I'm the only one left. Please help me."
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Action 1 Close Combat 2 +5 from Psi-Weapon Longswords: keep the orderlies back, appear threatening, but not hurt anyone.
Action 2 Social Skills 2 Charm: encourage Jamie to talk, comfort him.
Modifiers Reflexive Dodge +3
Health 4 Energy 8
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Post by mcr on Mar 6, 2021 10:49:47 GMT -5
Alarms blared in the hospital as Betsy held the orderlies at bay. Backing towards Jamie, the alarms grew louder and more frequent, and he grabbed her arm, spinning her to him. As she turned, the alarms turned into honking car horns. Distracted, a bright light flashes into her eyes as a semitruck bears down on her. She finds herself astride a motorcycle at high speeds, drifting into the wrong lane. She recognizes the feel of the bike, but barely has time to process from where as she swerves to narrowly avoid being flattened by the oncoming truck. The bike plunges off a cliff, hurtling her several dozen feet into the rocky shoreline below.
She lands hard, hitting her head, and her vision becomes fuzzy. Her head begins to pound, and she presses her hand against the throbbing wound. Pulling it back, she notices, amidst the blood stains, that the hand is not her own, but a man's.
She hears Jamie's voice, but doesn't see him:
"Brian. Brian! Are you okay? Brian!"
Her vision and her strength fades. The light of the night stars around her seem to disappear and dim, one by one, flickering with a weakening pulse. Following the last light groggily, she finds herself in a strange, empty place, not unlike the Dark Dimension she had left several days ago. But the feeling is somehow pleasant, welcoming, as if she has been invited back home after a long journey. She feels somehow at peace. A hooded figure extends a sheathed sword in one bony hand, and an intricate amulet in another. She speaks from the faceless chasm behind the hood:
"Choose well, Brian Braddock, son of James. For this game we will wager your very soul."
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Post by OurLadyWar on Mar 6, 2021 21:16:08 GMT -5
All the chaos and pain of her -- of Brian's -- accident faded like Jamie's voice had in this strange place, but when presented with the sword a surge of energy swelled inside of her. She was not sure if she was Brian or herself, somehow both, but she instinctively started reaching for the sword.
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Post by mcr on Mar 7, 2021 0:20:46 GMT -5
Wisdom sees Jamie grab Elizabeth's arm, their bodies becoming slack and limp, as if in a trance, but her eyes are still aglow, the psychic blade still crackling with power. The orderlies appear cautious, not wanting to provoke Peter, Elizabeth, or Jamie any further, though the alarms continue to sound. They appear ready to separate Betsy from her brother, and not long after a nurse appears with a syringe containing what must be a sedative. They await Peter's move to see how he will proceed. ================================================================== -- At the Manor -- Emma Frost answers the impatient father: "We're sorry you had to find out this way. We were hoping it wouldn't come to this. Rest assured that the finest medical minds are looking after him. Doctor Henry McCoy. Perhaps you can explain the patient's status?" Azazel recalls from the dossier that Erik was rescued by the Soviets at the liberation of Auschwitz, having apparently borne children he never met there to another girl, separated from him by the Nazis in the final days of the Reich. Judging by the age of the teenager, this must have been one of them. =============================================================== [[OOC: UrbanBlue, please feel free to have Beast say something medical sounding about Pietro's coma and the progress you're making to awaken him. It doesn't have to be medically accurate. You could also expand a little on your observations of the Dark Dimension prison where Morgan le Fay was being held, or of the portal you used to traverse it, if you're interested. I'd say Beast wouldn't have been able to meaningfully converse with Pym yet, but he could certainly have read his papers or other academic work in the few days since freeing him.]]
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