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Post by Chance on Sept 15, 2015 13:29:06 GMT -5
((OOC: Haha no! I guess I just got excited to bring all the characters back together. I'm not really sure what is going on either...I'm sort of making it up as we go. Mindwarp is kidnapped so far, and Adrian was behind the psychic attack. I guess we can have him attack them in the parking lot? I'm thinking he brought some friends?))
Chance was sure he felt an actual static shock where Shade brushed against his arm. It must have been the first time he ever felt anything while he was armored up. He couldn't help himself, he cracked a crooked half smile as he helped Caity to her feet.
"Hey, I'm just along for the ride." Grace said, letting go of Shade's shoulder. Although part of her really didn't want to. This woman knew how to handle herself in an emergency, and Grace certainly felt safer the closer she was to her.
"It felt like someone was peeling away my brain," Caity said, using one hand to hold her head, and the other to brace herself against the white van. "I...it sucks that I can't remember anything." She let out a heavy sign and sank lower to the ground.
Chance, eyes still practically glued to Shade, pushed back his hair. "You think this has anything to do with what happened to us?"
"I'm not sure. All I know is someone in there is hella powerful. They used my telepathic link against me, piggybacked into my head and started replicating...like some sort of virus." For the first time she turned toward her mysterious rescuer. She was dressed nearly all in black. A stranger, yet, maybe not.
"Your powers, they saved me. You saved me. I guess I owe you a thank you."
"You did all that? You shut down the power in the bar?" Chance didn't know what to think. Three months ago he didn't even know his own name. And now here he was, with the X-Men. Who was he kidding. He wasn't an X-Man. He eyed the newcomer a little more closely. She was a mutant. Who was she aligned to?
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Post by Midnight on Sept 15, 2015 20:37:10 GMT -5
Shade felt his touch like static electricity. What was that glow? Must have been normal, cause he smiled. Scratch that, normal was too flat a word. It must not have been bad. She had to fight a very strange compulsion to touch him again.
"I don't know that I did anything," Shade replied to Caity. She had mentioned not remembering... did she mean the last five minutes since hitting her head or something longer? Something like Shade's?
Chance was still staring at her. It made her slightly uncomfortable, or slightly excited. She was having a hard time figuring out which.
"All I was trying to do was smoke the place out. And no, I didn't shut down the power," she responded to Chance. "I just... covered up the light." She grinned. "Speaking of which, I need to power down before a full panic. Lights coming back on in 3... 2... 1..."
Shade let out the air in her lungs, and then took a deep breath, holding her hands out in front of her. Smoke rushed from the club, like being sucked in by a strong wind. It curled and condensed over her hands until she was holding two orbs of black, which then drained away into her palms until it was all gone. "So..." she smirked, "what next?"
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Post by Chance on Sept 16, 2015 10:26:16 GMT -5
Chance watched as a thick, almost palpable, dark smoke rushed from the club and swirled toward Shade. So it wasn't an electrical flux, like he had originally thought. And it wasn't just that the darkness could be commanded, it seemed as though Shade was pulling the darkness back in. He wondered how the darkness made her feel.
"That's not a power you see every day," Chance leaned back into the van and smirked. "What else can you do?"
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Caity gave Chance a side eye. Did he know this woman? What was going on between them? She couldn't help but pick up his ambient thoughts, feelings of confusion, panic, nervousness, and...she felt as though she had probed too far. She tried to pull her mind back together, almost like she had seen the woman do with her darkness. She practiced putting up the walls, just like Mindwarp had told her to.
She looked toward Grace and smiled. "You did great in there Gray Cat." Grace returned the smile and put her phone back in her pocket.
"If everything is all right here, I'm actually going to get going. I think I have had enough fun for one night out."
"Totally understandable Gracie," Caity said, standing up and giving her friend a pat on the back.
"Thanks. Let me know if anything comes up. And Shade, thank you. For being so cool." She gave Shade a nod, and Chance a smile. She headed off down the street, confident that she had had her fill of adventures for one day.
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Whatever was filling the room was suddenly dissipating. Adrian gave the air a sniff. Whatever the substance was, it seemed to be gone now. He sent out a tiny telepathic notion, probing the atmosphere for any open mental airwaves. All he found were humans, terrified and confused. Picking up their spilled glasses and toppled chairs and trying to figure out if the smokey onslaught had been some sort of trick by the DJ or some sort of attack. He spit on the ground. Whoever it was must have used the cover of darkness to escape. He tugged open the front door and walked out into the night air.
Outside it was still warm. There was still a bit of summer, clinging to September like the common cold. He dropped his backpack to the ground, nudging it behind a garbage can. He would come back for the drugs later.
For now, he could feel her, existing on the outskirts of his memory. The girl, Syphon, was close. He hadn't asked his boss many questions, but what he did know was that her little rag tag group of X-Men were on to them. Suddenly his mind latched onto her mental signature. She was so easy, so open to suggestion. He let his thoughts fly in her direction and followed the sound of her screaming.
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Post by Midnight on Sept 16, 2015 15:38:59 GMT -5
"Hmm... tough one. I suppose I can also make a mean omelette. And deliver snarky one-liners." Her eyes danced.
Caity seemed... fine, aside from the gauze taped to her forehead. Shade had gathered that she was probably not actually drunk before their sneaky bar escape, but it was kind of weird and rather rewarding to see her function normally. Which didn't really answer why the rolling-on-the-floor-foaming-at-the-mouth thing had happened in the first place. But it was pretty clear she was way behind in terms of situational details.
She nodded at Grace as the girl turned to leave, giving a quick laugh at her remark. Cool, huh? She turned her attention back to Chance.
"So what sort of powers do you see everyday? I'm not real educated in crazy mutant superheroes. Like you... human night light?" She was having fun. Probably too much fun. Which was probably her cue to scram. Caity was ok, they'd gotten out, and it looked like some people were calling it a night already. She wasn't part of their team, wasn't on their mission, although it did sound important. Not to mention she was... broken. And to stay would be to explain, 'oh yeah, we're getting along great. Too bad I won't remember this conversation in a week.' She didn't feel like admitting that, especially not to Chance. It might be time to get while the getting was good. Even as she thought that, her heart seemed to squeeze and her stomach turned. She really really didn't want to leave.
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Post by Chance on Sept 16, 2015 16:42:56 GMT -5
Chance held his hand up in front of his eyes, looking through his blue aura into the red eyes of the girl across from him. Lately he had taken to keeping his shield up pretty much all the time. Unless he was asleep. Or kidnapped and having his memory erased.
"Human night light. I like it. Maybe that can be my new handle," he couldn't help smiling. There was something about her, the way she rocked her short haircut, the kickass style of her clothes. The playful way she needled him.
"My power is actually pretty hard to explain, but not in a hispter ironic kind of way. In like, a mathematical kind of way. I bet you're no stranger to hard to explain powers." He laughed, moving closer to Shade.
"You can call me the human torch, but most people call me Chance. My primary power is to manipulate probabilities. I can make the impossible, possible." He let his blue shield fade away, with the usual hum dissipating into the warm night air. "Watch."
He rolled the numbers through his brain. He wasn't sure how it worked, or why it worked. It just did. He pointed at the street light overhead and it burst into shards of glass and sparks of electricity.
"It's mostly good for making electronics go haywire, but sometimes it kind of gets out of control. And it makes sort of...bad things happen."
"So he uses that blue energy of his to protect himself and keep his chaos powers at bay," Caity said, toying with the gauze on her forhead.
"Secondary mutation," Chance explained. "I can channel my first power into creating this psionic energy shield." He flexed his biceps and blue energy encased him like an exoskeleton. "I have to be conscious to work it, but so long as it's on I'm super strong and pretty unbreakable."
"While maintaining the same level of arrogance," Caity teased. Good God, was he actually flirting? She rolled her eyes. Leave it to Eric James to find time to flirt in the middle of a mission. She was beginning to forget all about the bar and the attack. But then she felt it. Like fire shooting through her mind. Her mouth fell open as she collapsed deeper into her mind.
"Another attack?" Chance was back on high alert. He leaped forward and pulled Caity back behind the van. "Shade, can you cover us?" He looked ahead, wishing he hadn't been such a show off and knocked out one of the only lights on the street. But he was pretty sure he could see someone moving closer.
<Straight ahead boys,> Adrian sent the mental message to the Marauders on the roof. <Don't leave any survivors.>
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Post by Midnight on Sept 17, 2015 22:27:24 GMT -5
Shade laughed as he flexed to return his shield. So forward. Caity was teasing him too and Shade wondered briefly if there was anything between them. Not that it mattered.
And then Caity started screaming.
Shade cursed, clapping her hands over her ears. She could see Caity, but couldn't see anything happening to her, couldn't see what was wrong. She tried to make eye contact with Chance, hoping he would have a plan, a solution, something!
Even with her hands over her ears, she heard Chance. Cover them. Yeah, she could do that, but she didn't know if they would actually like it. And this was going to be far from a covert disappearance.
The black smoke exploded out of her in a cloud, covering the white van, covering the broken light. Then she moved forward, following Chance's path, putting a hand on his shoulder, hoping he would know it was her and not... whoever. Whatever was attacking. She wanted to ask what was going on, wanted to say something, but an attack required movement, leadership, and following orders. She would do her job. Questions were for later.
She looked through her darkness at Caity. It had helped once, right? She still wasn't sure on that point, but, just maybe, it was actually her that had stopped it the first time.
Chance's shoulder, still encased in his energy barrier, was firm beneath her hand.
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Post by Chance on Sept 18, 2015 15:36:42 GMT -5
Again Chance felt the electrostatic shock of Shade's body making contact with his shield. Around him everything was black, like he was staring directly into a void, but Shade's touch made him feel grounded. It was the first time in a long time that he felt his shield without being able to physically see its glow.
Caity too felt an overwhelming sense of safety. Whatever had been piercing her brain had been shut out, perhaps by the thick coat of smokey darkness that had enveloped them all. She couldn't see anything around her, but as she reached out she felt the hard shell of Chance's energy exoskeleton.
"What's going on?" Her usually loud voice was muffled by the darkness. She stummbled forward and tried to speak louder.
"What's going on? Are we under attack again?"
"You tell me," Chance shouted back. "You're the one who was screaming like Banshee." He wished there was a way to see through the darkness. He was glad Caity was okay, but so far as he knew, he was the only one who was protected from being physically hurt, even if Caity was no longer under any sort of psychic attack.
"It's so weird," Caity said, trying to yell as loud as she could. "It doesn't feel like a normal telepathic attack. It's not subtle at all, just really...violent."
"Can you link up with my power?" Chance asked Caity. He was beginning to worry about how exposed they were, despite being completely covered in darkness. "Shade, can you see through your smoke? What's going on out there?"
Caity tried to extend her powers, even putting her finger to her temple to try to focus her thoughts. "It won't work Chance," she grumbled. "I think this darkness cuts down all telepathy. Without a mind link I can't access your powers."
Adrian cursed aloud and slammed his fist down onto the hood of a parked car. The little gang of do-good mutants had covered themselves with another veil of impenetrable darkness. He thought quickly to the men on the roof.
<What the hell are you waiting for? Attack!>
He saw the shadowy figures obey. One at a time they leaped from the rooftops and descended into the fray.
(OOC: I can absolutely edit this! I know in the past Midnight's darkness was corrosive. Should I change this so that Caity and Chance feel physcial pain while covered in the darkness? Do you think the darkness would be able to penetrate Chance's energy shield?))
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Post by Midnight on Sept 18, 2015 16:53:26 GMT -5
OOC: Naw, you're good. I believe that Midnight had to try really hard to get it to be corrosive, it's not that way passively. And probably couldn't burn through his shield unless she was like possessed or something (which I guess happened at some point). Apparently I also had her able to form hard objects out of it, but I'm kinda resetting her powers. If she can form hard objects (which I haven't decided yet), she can't remember it. So yeah, right now it's just a telepathy-blocking, sound-muffling black cloud. Which apparently has its uses. Who'd have thought?
Well. This was very limiting. Yes, the darkness apparently helped Caity escape... something. Shade had no idea how, but it was helping. On the flip side, apparently it also prevented Caity from doing something else. Shade thought about attempting to fishbowl the smoke, making an open patch just for them underneath. There still wouldn't be light, but maybe Caity could do whatever it was she did and they'd be able to see from Torch over there. Although Shade really didn't know if she had that much control over the smoke. So far, she had stuck to releasing and gathering the smoke, not making pretty shapes.
She abandoned that line of thought for a second as Chance asked her a question. She leaned around the side of the white van. "Umm... there's some guy over there. He just hit a car with his fist." Her voice seemed to be coming from behind a towel. Good thing she wasn't claustrophobic. "Oh shit... incoming!"
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Post by Chance on Sept 28, 2015 14:05:11 GMT -5
((OOC: Sorry! I have been swamped at work )) Chance could scarcely see anything at all. The light of his shield allowed him to know that he was present, and not some disassociated consciousness, but otherwise everything was completely black. Shade was reacting to something, and now he sensed another presence. A person?
Something hard hit him square in the jaw. It didn't hurt, but he could have sworn he heard Caity let out a yelp. He flung up his fists, but without being able to see, he wasn't entirely sure what he was hitting.
"Shade," he yelled through the black night, "what's happening? What do you see?"
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Post by Midnight on Oct 9, 2015 10:21:24 GMT -5
OOC: I could always add Chase Jordan, with his negation powers. But I didn't really want to add him to your gang without your gang at least knowing about it, hah.
Shade had hoped the shadowy men would stay back, but her smoke didn't seem to deter them as they leaped toward the little group, fists flying. Shade was able to dodge, but one managed to hit Chance. Then she had to twist out of Chance's way as he threw his own blind punches.
She was the only one who could see, and she quickly took advantage of that, blocking and retaliating in one smooth move, using all her limbs in conjunction. The skirt was slit to her knees on both sides, and stretchy, not inhibiting her movements.
But there were just too many of them and she couldn't protect them all.
"Lights on!" she shouted as she dove past Chance and landed on her knees behind Caity. She didn't know if this would work, but they needed to be able to see. And she could always black the place out again.
She planted a hand on each of Caity's ears, holding her skull in between her palms and sucked in a deep breath.
Then she pulled the smoke back in, like a twister of darkness until it all disappeared into her hands... all except a tiny cloud she struggled to maintain right over Caity's mind.
"Orders, chief?" she called, eyes on fire, still holding Caity. If Chance couldn't protect them seeing, it was lights out again.
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Post by Chance on Nov 11, 2015 11:43:54 GMT -5
((OOC: Whoa it's been a long time. My bad!))
No, no, no Caity thought, trying to dodge the fists and limbs that shot through the darkness. She thought she heard Shade say something about lights on. Her eyes widened as Shade's darkness dissipated. She took a deep breath, waiting for the piercing pain to return. But then the darkness was gone, and her mind was clear. She tried to extend her thoughts out into the space, but something held her powers back. It must be Shade. But what about this darkness could keep telepathy at bay?
"I don't know what you're doing...but keep it up!" Caity said, patting Shade's hands. She was grateful for the consideration, but felt powerless nonetheless. She caught Chance's eyes and flinched as a fist made contact with his face.
Chance didn't feel the punches, but he was physically moved by their impact. It was impossible to fight without being able to see. Luckily, Shade had devised a clever way to protect Caity and help him see his attackers. If there weren't so many punches being thrown at his face, he would have stopped to smile at Shade's ingenuiety. Another fist connected with his chin.
"You have got to be kidding me," he extended his metal staff forward and swung it at his attacker. He needed to keep these goons focused on him. The staff connected with the jaw of his first attacker, knocking him to the floor. Chance followed up with a quick jab to the man behind him.
Caity was glad that one of them could fight. She had to figure out where the other attack had come from. Who was responsible for the psychic onslaught? She quickly assessed the 4 fighters in front of her. She doubted that any of them had telepathic powers, or if they did she didn't think they were entirely focused on using them right now. She looked past them and her eyes locked with a tall man with a gray ponytail. His pale eyes made her shiver.
"Over there," she said, extending her index finger. "That's our guy. He's the one who has been invading my brain."
"Then. Take. Him. Out." Chance managed to huff out as he blocked several punches and a kick to the abdomen. He swiped low with a kick to shins and chuckled as the goon knocked his head against the white van and slumped to the floor.
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Post by Midnight on Dec 1, 2015 18:52:41 GMT -5
"How?" huffed Shade without moving her hands. "Can you invade him back?"
Or, maybe she could do something. Narrowing her focus, she ordered her ball of smoke in Caity's mind to stay put, and slowly dropped her hands. "Don't move. Unless you want your brain powers back," she ordered Caity. Then she sprang to her feet, dodging one of the goons, tripping another, and ran at the man, black smoke trailing her fists and eyes on fire.
It was difficult, making sure that small ball of smoke didn't go anywhere, but letting the darkness out always felt like a relief. She skidded to a halt in front of the man and aimed an uppercut at his chin while moving another leg to trip him. The brain-types couldn't always fight that well, she thought, although she had no idea where she got that information. And if he could... well, then she'd see how well he fought in the dark.
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Post by Chance on Dec 14, 2015 9:31:15 GMT -5
The corner of Adrian's mouth rose in a sneer. Did this child really think she would be a match for him? He opened up his mind and fired a bolt of corrosive psychic energy at the girl with the fiery eyes...but didn't feel the normal sick cushion of his thoughts connecting with hers. Was she shieled in some kind of way?
Before he could think another poisonous thought he felt her fist connect with his chin. He staggered back, feeling his knees buckle beneath him. He tried to orient his mind, focus his thoughts, reach out to something else...
Chance slammed the last of the goons into the sidewalk. He couldn't help smirking a little at his accomplishment. But then suddenly he felt a tingle bloom in the corner of his brain. Quickly the tingle grew into a seering pain. He grabbed his forehead and collapsed onto the ground.
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Post by Midnight on Dec 16, 2015 19:23:07 GMT -5
As he staggered back, Shade swung a kick around to the back of his calf, intending to knock his feet out from under him at the same time aiming her elbow toward his face and as she swung around she saw Chance's glowing bubble drop to the ground and bared her teeth in a feral growl, putting more force into her blows.
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Post by Chance on Dec 17, 2015 13:48:46 GMT -5
Caity's eye widened as Chance fell to the floor. She felt blind without her psychic link, the mysterious girl's dark cloud was keeping her powers from activating.
"Chance, are you okay?" She rubbed the blue energy shell of his back and narrowed her eyes at the man with the ponytail. Shade's words rose up like the tide. Could she invade him back?
She gave Chance a pat on the back and then charged toward the fight. She didn't have super strength, or borrowed telekinesis, or any physical power. But she had muscle memory, and she guessed she had learned to fight at some point.
Adrian liked to think he was an experienced individual, a man of many tastes and talents. Yet, never before had his psychic abilities been so easily twarted. He felt static buzzing across his mind as the dark haired child, now joined by the loathsome telepath, continued to beat him senseless. He thought about her mind on fire as he slipped into unconsciousness.
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Post by Midnight on Jan 22, 2016 14:21:30 GMT -5
Shade lay in one last kick for good measure. "OK then." She dusted her hands. "This is the part of the movie where I ask all the questions and he stays conveniently unconscious."
She poked at him with the toe of her Converse. "I mean, we could probably tie him up or something, but unless you know a way of tying up his brain, we should probably figure out something else to do with him."
She glanced up at Caity. "Any idea what he wanted?"
And then... "Oh shit... Chance!" For a second she had forgotten he'd fallen. Shade spun on her heel and pelted back toward the van.
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Post by Chance on Jan 26, 2016 14:16:36 GMT -5
Chance rubbed his forehead, pushing back his dirty blond bangs. He looked up sheepishly at Shade, who had just rushed to his side.
"Well that was...pretty f-ing horrible actually." He grunted, sitting up. "That guy is powerful, took me out way too easily." He tried to smile at Shade. He hoped he didn't look too helpless.
"This guy is some piece of work," Caity mumbled under her breath. She gave him a quick look over. Judging by the lines in his face and his shock of white hair, he appeared to be middle aged, or maybe even slightly older. He was unconscious all right, but she didn't want to get too close. Whoever this was, he possessed powerful telepathic powers, and she had not forgotten the seering pain his powers brought with them.
"I don't know if it will work, but I want to try something," She grabbed the man by his shoulders and started to drag him back over to the van by the others. "Do you think you could restore my telepathy? I think I might be able to get something out of his mind now that his defenses are gone."
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Post by Midnight on Jan 26, 2016 17:17:04 GMT -5
The darkness dissolved, smoke evaporating. Shade's eyes faded back to a dark red iris set in black. "Have at it," she said to Caity. Bracing her feet, cause he seemed a solid guy, Shade offered a hand down to Chance.
She cocked her head. "If he could attack both of you... why not me?" She had assumed he had some sort of anti-Caity power, but he seemed to have turned it on Chance easily enough. Yet she was the one who had run at him like a maniac.
Maybe she was just that brain-damaged. There's a happy thought.
"And what does he have to do with missing mutants and drugs?"
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Post by Chance on Feb 10, 2016 10:42:11 GMT -5
"Thanks," Chance said, after he was squarely on his feet again. "Whatever that guy can do...it hurt like hell." He ran his hand through his dirty blond hair, suddenly sheepish. "I'm ummm, glad he didn't turn that power on you. Although I'm sure you could have taken it better than I did." There was something about her that looked so familiar, but he couldn't be sure that they had ever met before. Something about the curve of her chin, or maybe the nape of her neck ---
He felt as though he had been staring. Nervously, Chance readjusted his glance. "But yeah...drugs and kids. I'm not sure. I've never seen him before."
"Maybe I have?" Caity knew she must have looked ridiculous, but there was something to the whole fingers at the temple thing. Maybe it helped focus whatever psychic forces she was able to manipulate.
"I'm not exactly sure how this is going to work..." Telepathy was tricky. It didn't really make any sense. There was never actually anything to see...so it was always hard to see if you were doing it right. Added to that the fact that she had no memory of any of her training. Right now all she was was raw talent and faint muscle memory.
Nevertheless, Caity pushed out her psychic tendrils, moving them through the air between her and her graying assailant. There was something there -- some force that turned her tendrils around and refracted them through space. She withdrew, took a deep breath, and tried again. This time she imagined the tendrils getting flattened, long thin straws searching for a flaw in whatever prism was keeping her out. She felt something hook.
"I'm in," she said. Now that she was inside this creep's head, she had to make sure her own psychic defenses were up. She put another finger to her temple, trying to remember what Mindwarp had taught her last week. Parellel processing, thinking on two tracks, like reading a book and thinking about what you want to eat for dinner.
His mind was a cloud of pain and anger. She had to push through the emotions in a psychic HazMat suit. She sifted through awful things he had thought about her, about Eric, about her new friend Shade. She moved them aside and dove deeper. There, at the center of the cloud, was a building. It looked faded and nondiscript. But there was something about it...
<I'm going to link you two in with me> Caity tried to telepathically speak into Eric and Shade's minds. <This...it's a memory...it feels like mine.>
<Not just yours Cait...I know this place too.> Eric was there, a psychic projection hovering in the ether beside Caity.
<No Shade?> Caity asked, searching backwards with her thoughts.
<I think she is immune to telepathy, that's why this asshole couldn't get to her.>
<Makes sense. I don't want to leave you out of body for too long. Go back to Shade, I'll explore this mindscape.>
Caity gave Chance a slight push and his form evaporated from her psychic field of vision. She turned her attention back to the building, telescoping closer, making it appear larger in front of her. She searched the stone work of the buildings' facade. It looked sturdy, government? Military?
She touched her psychic feet to the ground of the memory and padded forward. The hair on her neck stood upright, and a cool liquid flushed through her veins. Her bones yanked her back, her feet planting themselves in place. She couldn't remember when she had felt more afraid, not when she found herself exhausted on the side of the highway, or when she learned that her parents had been lying to her. This was a primal fear, a deep desire to run in the opposite direction and never look back.
Suddenly she felt the memory sliding away. She tried to push the fear down, to maintain her focus, but the more she tried to grasp on to it, the quicker it faded.
Now she was standing in an office, a thick wooden desk standing prominently in the space. A woman, with a dark crisp suit, hair pulled back tightly, stood squarely behind the desk. She had her lips pursed. She was holding a tablet.
"So I presume we have an agreement Mr. Booth?"
Who was she talking to? Caity looked to her side, finding two uniformed soldiers, guns gripped tightly. It took her a moment more to realize that she was seeing out of the gray-haired man's eyes.
"You presume correctly," Caity heard him speak. He moved his hand up to his hair, pushing his gray locks out of his cold eyes.
"The escaped mutants are to be detained. Quickly and efficiently. And all traces of the past few months are to be hastily, and entirely, erased from anyone whom they have had contact with."
"We've already got the brother. He was easy. But the father's a US Senator. It will be...tricky."
"Leave him to Karma. Your methods are too severe. What about the other girl? Have you tracked down the carnival?"
"You wouldn't believe it General Styker. We traced them back to Bayville."
"Muscle memory is strong. Just as Charlie suspected. Go to Bayville and procure the mutants. Bring them back to base."
"Absolutely General."
"And Mr. Booth."
"Yes General?"
"If you mess this up again, we'll exterminate you with the rest of them."
In an instant Caity was back inside of her body, hunched over and trembling with fear.
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Post by Midnight on Mar 30, 2016 14:43:58 GMT -5
Cait was doing crazy psychic things, the stuff that made up bad sci-fi movies until mutants came along. Shade briefly wondered if that constituted the "good old days" before realizing she didn't care if the rest of the world was comfortable with her existence.
After Caity said she was in, Chance's eyes seemed to glaze over. Where were they, Shade wondered. And was Caity purposely leaving her out? Nah, she wasn't part of their cute team with the cute codenames. She'd leave herself out too. They didn't know her and she really didn't know them, other than the overwhelming sense of "good guys" from them. From Caity at least.
While Chance wasn't looking at her, Shade stole a glance at him. Something teased her about him, at the very edges of her mind and it frustrated her. Like hearing three notes and thinking you knew what song they were from, but drawing a complete blank. She tried to analyze the vibe she got from him, like the memory of a feeling without knowing how the feeling ever came about. Her lips crooked in a wry smile. Maybe it was PTSD.
But something about him summoned a complex emotional web that spoke of danger, "bad boy," tenderness. She could almost imagine those eyes softened, his cocky smile melting to concern. She could almost imagine touching his face, tracing that cheekbone... but as she pursued that web, it seemed to burn away into blackness, a lurking murky dark at the edges of her mind, and he was just a stranger again.
Good looking, though, she thought as his mind reconnected with his body and his eyes took on life again. Is that why? But no, she'd seen other good looking men and none made her feel like... that. Whatever that was.
"Have a nice vacation in his brain? I bet he's haunted by psycho clowns or something."
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