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Post by Health on Dec 11, 2005 18:21:18 GMT -5
"Weeee, serious mission's over!" Iada said porting herself back to the hideout. She dropped down onto the couch and waited for everyone else.
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Post by ria on Dec 11, 2005 18:50:33 GMT -5
Maria blinked for a moment after hearing familiar voices, specifically Christians. "Hey, Kevin, Cole!" she called out, running over to them. "What's up with Mr. Dictator over there?" she asked, avoiding a quick whip to the back.
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Post by raphael on Dec 11, 2005 19:00:54 GMT -5
Raphael turned abruptly at the crack of a whip, as Mazarus continued on. To Mazarus it had been a common sound, but to Raphael it brought back memories, memories of Apocolypse's personal dungeon, memories of his years in the service, when he had been captured. Raphael's back still bore the scars of what he had endured. He made a gruff noise, muted, but Mazarus would have heard it.
Mazarus turned and looked at his father, "no, it is not yet time." Raphael looked at his son with soft eyes, mazarus was strong, smart and brave. Mazarus was everything that Raphael himself longed to be. He looked at his son with pride and then bowed his head in shame. "My son, there are things in this life that are unexcusable. Terrible deeds that lead only to the suffering of many. I have committed such acts, done such terrible things, and in turn have been acted upon in such a way. I cannot stand by much longer and see the suffering of innocent people, to see a child's innocences lost." Mazarus looked at his father with a puzzled look, what was Raphael trying to say, what was he about to do.
"Father, we are not yet strong enough to liberate our comrades, to attempt to do so now would only end in defeat and then you would be helping no one." Raphael sighed, his shoulders hung low.
"my son, of course you are right, but it is a terrible burden to bear." Mazarus looked at his father.
"yes father, it is." The two continued on in silence all the way back to the safety of thier hide out.
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Post by Christian on Dec 11, 2005 19:07:21 GMT -5
"Mr. Fortunate got himself a date with the Heir to the Throne, Amelia," Kevin told her. He's letting us off early, so they can nestle up by the fire togther."
He shivered as a whip cracked against his back.
"How have you been," Cole asked, breaking his usual sarcastic demenor, "I haven't seen you in a while, since they threw us into the new dig.
Back in the dining area, Christian mustered an honest smile, "Yes, my lord, I didn't think it would be smart to keep you waiting." He offered his hand to her, and led her to the table, where he promptly pulled out the chair for his host.
"You look... beautiful... tonight." He winced. I'm sure the last thing she wants is a kiss-up. He frowned again, remembering her telepathic abilities. He hoped she had been to busy listening to him to be reading his thoughts.
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Post by Health on Dec 11, 2005 19:09:50 GMT -5
"Thank you that was very sweet to say. But do not fret yourself you're in my company alone and need not fear my father. I assure you that I enjoy keeping secrets from him," Amelia said with a wicked smirk on her face.
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Post by Christian on Dec 11, 2005 20:13:44 GMT -5
"Secrets," Ravage asked, "Like what? And I assure you, my lord, your word is safe with me."
He couldn't help but stare at her. She looked so well. Most of the mutants, both workers, and slavers alike didn't have time to keep clean aon a regular basis. He himself looked as if he had been cleaning chimney's an hour ago. And yet, I can't keep wondering why she chose me to be here. There are plenty of mutants at the work sites more stronger than I am.
"Deana!"
Cole smiled at her introduction. "It's been along time, hasn't it!" He stopped, remembering her cold actions those years ago.
He spoke more stern, "How have you been?"
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Post by raphael on Dec 11, 2005 21:09:01 GMT -5
Raphael reluctantly sent a message to jasmine as the strode through the winding streets out towards the wastes. "Come on now, time to go home for the day." Raphael had said it flatly, he felt defeated, it was too difficult for him to manage much else with what he had seen. Raphael had lost friends, but he had also lost his wife and daughter. He was sure that Mazarus didn't feel much better about the circumstances, but Mazarus was better adjusted to life. Raphael's only way of retreating from the pain was to deaden himself again. He had lived a long time before Iris had come along and warmed his heart, but when he heard that his daughter had been captured and that Iris had sided with Apocolypse to spare thier daughter hardship, His heart froze solid. Raphael was now less emotional than ever, his only drive was to lessen the suffering of those he had once called friends, and to slay the mighty beast called Apocolypse.
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Post by Christian on Dec 11, 2005 22:13:10 GMT -5
"Never seen them before," Kevin said, shaking his head, "Why? Are they important?"
"I'm good, Deana, nice to see you to, after all these years..."
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Post by Christian on Dec 11, 2005 22:28:13 GMT -5
"How so? Blueprints are blueprints, and Apocapylps ain't dumb."
"Rumble's right," Kevin agreed, "Unless you've got some sort of underground movement backing you up, there isn't too much we can do from here."
Cole pirked up. "Wait... Do you have an underground movement backing you up?"
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Post by Christian on Dec 11, 2005 23:36:48 GMT -5
Cole looked at Kevin, who nodded, "Yeah, we're in."
Kevin smiled, "What do you need from us?"
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Post by Christian on Dec 11, 2005 23:54:51 GMT -5
Cole stared at the hairpin, "Kevin, we could get out of here tonight! We could have our powers back!"
"Ho! Hold up, pal. If we get out of here now, we'll bring alot of unwanted attention to our supervisors. I.E., Danielle. And how do you think the other slave's will be treated?"
Cole frowned. "Ehh, I know. But say we do get out of here. What would we do with Ravage's traitorous ass?"
Kevin looked back at his work cart. If they didn't do something soon, it'd be like a 'warning' sign to the guards.
"Good Question. He was our buddy. But it goes without saying, our trust would be lacking."
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Post by Midnight on Dec 12, 2005 3:04:56 GMT -5
"Alright, I'm heading home," Jasmine radioed back, and crawled backwards from her position, only standing up when she wouldn't be seen. The ice traveled up her legs until she was completely iced over again, her body crackling as she moved. Her tongue scratched over her lips and she grimaced. Stupid powers. Practically no use at all. And Raphael was going to be moody again, Amelia had been outside. Sliding down a pile of rubble, Jazz landed at the bottom, wishing that Iada had teleported her back, too, instead of making her creep and crawl over several miles.
"I thought you guys were supposed to be working," a face appeared right next to the little group of mutants talking about the floor plans. Midnight's completely black eyes glittered and tendrils of darkness drifted around her. She was no longer known as Midnight, but as Shade. She stepped out of the rock, her body black and drifting smoke until she solidified it into a woman with a cruel smile playing around her lips. "I'll have to ask someone to design better collars," she said idly, taking the hair pin and examining it before dropping it on the ground. "Have fun storming the castle. I'll be waiting." Her body faded until darkness before disappearing. The last thing to go was her smile, shining white teeth that floated there like a cheshire cat until they, too, dissolved.
Midnight was not a slave driver. She was not a horseman, lackey, or anything like that. Apocolypse himself did not know what to do with her. She could not be controlled and barely reasoned with. She could not be killed either, as she never made herself so solid that something hurt her in passing through her. But since she generally did not terrorize any of Apocolypse's forces or daughter, he let her wander about. She occasionally helped them, telling of an attack, insurrection, or improved collar ideas. But otherwise she was like a ghost, always with her own agenda, occasionally terrorizing people. She still looked young, never spending enough time solid to decently age like a normal person. The darkness was another dimension in itself. So she was what haunted the planet, known as Shade, a poetic name for a ghost. Now she planned to let the mutants have their fun escaping, simply to terrorize them in the process. The others thought her crazy, and she was.
Shade formed next to Iris, knowing that her mind was safe from telepathy. "Iris," she started. "I think you should improve the collars. It only takes a hairpin to unlock them. Or you could shave all the slaves, that would be entertaining as well." Her body was not solidified, drifting in and out of darkness, like a cloud of smoke floating in the shape of a girl or like a phantom appearing.
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Post by ria on Dec 12, 2005 7:31:50 GMT -5
"Talk about bitchy..." Maria said, walking back to her post.
"Hey, Ria!" Sheena called out, running in her direction. "I just found something that I think will pretain to our interest..."
"What's that?"
"If this whole escape mission goes down, then I can find Maxwell and Origin!"
"Who and what?"
"You know, Origin, the purpose for all summon spirits, trees, all that yada? And Maxwell, Leader of the summons. They are both apparently nearby!"
"So? How is that going to help you in the long run?"
"Maxwell can call forth the other summons, so whatever Apocalypse has been using them for will have to stop, because they'll be back with me!" Sheena replied, wanting serious revenge for Apocalypse killing Corrine with Celsius.
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Post by Health on Dec 12, 2005 9:44:13 GMT -5
"How sad they actually think that a hairpin will unlock the collars? They're controlled by the crystals, and their ends are smelted together when they're attached to the person. Those little holes are actually for the slavers amusement, if any slave tries to put let's say a hairpin into the hole. They will instantly be given a mind shock that will reduce them to mindless zombies for a few hours," Iris said searching the thoughts of the slaves and picking out the escapee planners.
"If I told you then I wouldn't have the joy of keeping them to myself," Amelia said taking a sip of wine and looking at Ravage, "So do you have another name other then Ravage," she asked.
"Whoops, forgot Jazz," Iada said suddenly porting back to her friend, "Need a lift, cause there's a patrol driod coming our way."
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Post by raphael on Dec 12, 2005 12:00:14 GMT -5
Raphael and Mazarus picked thier way through miles of rought terrain, the wasteland it was called. It was all that had remained of the bustling civilization of man kind before Apocolypse, now it was just rubble strewn about. Raphael and Mazarus did not talk, but they worked together as a team. Raphael had not wanted such a life for his children, for anyone at all. However circumstance had made a fool of him.
Mazarus on the other hand was more pensive about things to come. He knew that before too long his father would not be able to hold back and would do something foolish. Mazarus however wanted to get back to the safety of the bunker. He needed some sleep and some time to think about the gravity of the situation. However Jasmine and Health were already back at the bunker, and they would be able to plan the next excursion.
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Post by Health on Dec 12, 2005 12:18:56 GMT -5
"Inform the guards and keep a close eye on the prisoner, tell them if anyone is caught slacking they will be sucked into a portal of their own personal hell," she said darkly before turning opening a portal of her own and stepping in. She was in her personal space now, a place that Apocalypse could barely go because the strain it put on him as well as anyone else who came here.
Iris licked her lips and sat down on her bed as her clothing changed from her armor to a blue robe. She picked up the only book she kept near her bed and opened it looking at the pictures inside. Most of them had begun to fade, and most of them were the times before Apocalypse.
She stopped on her favorite page, it was a family picture, one of the few vactions they had taken. That year they had gone to the beach. They were all in the water, Iris was holding Amelia, while Raphael and Mazarus wrestled.
Iris sniffed a little and closed the book, she really missed those days.
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Post by Midnight on Dec 12, 2005 12:28:29 GMT -5
((Maybe Deana had walked away, but there still were people standing around talking, id est Cole and Kevin.))
"I'd love a lift," Jazz said gratefully, reaching up to take Iada's hand. Her coarse clothes were covered with concrete dust and dirt from the rubble of the fallen city. She would have to remember to ask Raphael what the city used to be called.
Midnight frowned a little as Iris walked into her own portal. Shade did not like it when people could go places she could not. A strange smile then flittered over her face and she faded away again. When she appeared it looked as if she had stepped out of a wall into Apocolypse's palace, where Ravage and Amelia were eating dinner. "Save some food for Shade?" she asked softly, but with a slightly crazy note in her voice. Her completely black eyes never stopped glittering in an unseen light, all that was left of the flaming eyes that had been Midnight's.
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Post by Health on Dec 12, 2005 12:30:49 GMT -5
Iada grinned and with a short 'Bamf,' they were back in the hideout, "So was Apocalypse like uber crazy lookin today or what?" she asked settling on her couch again, "Seriously next time I'm putting a hat on him, he'll never see me."
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Post by Midnight on Dec 12, 2005 12:36:48 GMT -5
Jasmine plopped down on a couch as well, heaving a sigh. "If he doesn't see you, Iris will. Or that creepy ghost. Or the sadist. Did we have a nickname for Iris yet?" Jazz asked. Apocolypse was Big Lips, Ravage was the Sadist, and Midnight/Shade was the Ghost. They may be some of the last free people on earth, but the children still had a way of letting off steam and still being children, although Iada was admittedly better at it than Jazz, who was better at it than Maz, who seemed to always be serious.
Swinging her feet out in front of her, Jazz sighed. "Raphael will probably want us to start planning another mission," she announced, pulling out a crude drawing of the facilities at the work site.
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Post by Health on Dec 12, 2005 12:43:39 GMT -5
"Nah, but I couldn't see us calling her anything other then Iris," Iada said, "And you have a point the whole Master over Time and whatchamacallit, does give her the edge. But personally I like to call her Armor Butt."
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