Arrival in the Hanger: The End of an Chaotic Escapade
The flight back had been troublesome for all, most physically tired but now also emotionally stressed as they did a roll call over the inter-com between all jets, discovering that aside from Paige who’s whereabouts were known, Connor was unaccounted for. X-Force and Silver reporting the situation they had encountered and confirmed by Bronze who was one of the last teams picked up due to being so far from their assigned location. Betsy came around from her drug induced sleep minutes before the jet arrived for her and then her wayward team.
X-Force and Silver picked up Green since they were closer, the compromised situation had everyone on edge, especially since other aircraft were in the area, no one wanted a gun battle though numbers were in favor of the X-men. With Angela Hughes suffering from a few cuts and bruises on her arms Riley reluctantly took the pilot seat. Passengers outnumbered seats, so about six of them sat at the back of the cabin, four emergency seats pulled out from where they where hidden and folded away in the floor of the jet. May comfortably sat without straps, her body stuck to the back wall as she watched Silver Strike Force’s Talia Wagner tending to the injured.
Angela’s cuts weren’t too deep, that clawed thing they faced didn’t seem to really be aiming to hurt them but Angela hardly cared considering Connor seemed a highly unwilling companion of theirs. Most of the flames were able to be safely repelled by Angela’s elemental control and that at least kept them from getting more then singed. Once Talia had bound the cuts on Angela’s arms, the blonde girl made her way to the pilot seat, Riley’s adrenalin may have driven off the threat of sleep but he had issues driving cars with passengers and Angela simply assume a jet wasn’t any different.
Scott had very slowly began to weaken to the Spiders effects, the actual effort put into moving had tired him more and by the time they were picked up the jet the smooth fair skin of the Prince had paled. The mark of the spider on the side of his arm was burning, faint gray vein like lines spread from the bite mark for a centimeter roughly before fading completely, the marks easy to overlook. A numbness developed, gradually getting worse, Scott cradling his arm the last part of their journey to try and rid it of the sharp pins and needles he seemed to be experiencing in it. Much like the webbing of the spider, their venom also appeared to have a dispelling ability in regards to the magic naturally possessed by fairies.
Talia had tried to make a spot for Michael were his legs weren’t force to be crammed in one specific position. But Scott was one of the members of their team who had also decided to volunteer for a spot in the back with their team mate. The fairy male had closed his strangely gray eyes, their hue fading as time progressed, his body resting quietly against Tessa’s. Although Talia was trying to understand what was wrong with Scott at first, Riley had been standing by to see how the rest of the crew were. Talia may be a good nurse with great potential, but she knew human biology, and Riley was more experienced in the autonomy of the inhuman kind. It hadn’t taken any guess work to understand what ailed the Prince, but as Riley collaborated with Talia the enigmatic former soldier made sure to give Scott a diligent talk about some secrets which Vohan may be restricted from telling, but there were also secrets which must be reveled, especially with ones team mates.
Part of Scott had hoped that since the spider was so small, and his human form so large, then perhaps the poison would not be so terrible, when the male fairy admitted such thoughts Riley only replied with an assuring toned ‘well you are alive,’. Examinations proved that the poison wasn’t acting quickly, it was in the blood stream which was why it was spreading quickly, but it wasn’t yet absorbed into any organs which would cause their failures given enough time. It was serious, the poison couldn’t be killed by their immune system, an antidote was all that saved them, most however died within minutes to the more potent bites.
The last part of the trip was filled with reports being shared, students recovering and a few restless demands to know what was happening with the mission Connor. Riley didn’t entirely like the fact they had to go to the school first to regroup, they ought to search right now, Talia’s mute insistence for Riley to sit instead of his pacing seemed to annoying Riley as much as the helplessness. Instead of sitting with the group Riley opened the catch to climb down into the cargo bay, not the most spacious of places on the smaller version of the blackbird but he could almost stand in there. Talia hadn’t seemed too keen to see him leave but he had insisted that he wanted some time alone for a little while, find some of their spare uniforms to change into and such.
Riley hadn’t returned till ten minutes later, dressed in one of the spare uniforms stored on the jet, it had taken a few minutes to find one his size in the collection, but the rest of the time had been on the mobile with people. If someone planned an attack on the island, then it was likely there was someone else who knew about it, and someone else who could find that information out. Unfortunately for Riley, he didn’t have many contacts with mutants, and Amlarie’s strike had been rather premature, more of a whim. By the time any snippets did come through, Connor would already be on his way back to the Institute.
Taking a seat on the floor near May, Riley placed his folded Initiative uniform on his lap securely, like a precious object his hands smoothed the fabric carefully. It felt uncomfortable to wear it around others from the school, if he had known they were heading out on this field trip then he would have asked Connor to wait a moment while he changed. But the eldest Enright seemed so urgent for them to leave that the fact Riley had slept in his uniform after a late night hunting had slipped his mind. A frustrated tension filled Riley but he tried to keep his hold of it, the hazel eyes watching Catherine’s seat in an attempt to keeping his calm. He’d already made sure she was ok, if he hanged around her any longer she’d know it was out of want, not concern… She’d probably get uncomfortable with him hovering about her like he’s been doing… then again, she hadn’t really complained, but that didn’t mean he was going to push things too much.
TBC: (Anyone if they so wish, but this is a bored post by me..sorta...otherwise..)Medical Bay: Incoming
Re: Arrival in the Hanger: The End of an Chaotic Escapade
OOC: This is actually once they've gotten back and most people have gone... just figured I'ld stick this here and make it a random thread. Besides.. it really belongs here more than it does in Med Bay (though the post is continued there *points up at link*). I've assumed stuff so as ever just yell if I'm wrong. Plus this gives ppl a chance to respond if they want, without affecting the Med Bay post ^^
Feral hated this. Not her powers, those she loved. But the draw backs of them severely annoyed the cat-eyed mutant. And who could blame her. Right now she felt ready to just fall asleep where she had sat. And she knew that, in a moment, she would have to stand up. Why did she have to move? She had been quite happy to stay on the island and sleep for a few hours. They could have gone back. She hadn’t been stopping them. Sleep was the best cure she knew for anything.
Her head was against the wall of the jet, eyes closed, though she was yet allowing herself to fall prey to sleep. Couldn’t she just sneak away, go and lock herself in her room. It wouldn’t hurt anyone… heck, it might even been good to not have her wandering around with no purpose for once. One arm rested lightly across her abdomen, fingers grasping the light material of her t-shirt, her body curled slightly into the pain. Her breaths came slow, controlled, as Racheal attempted to settle the queasiness caused by the powerful punch and her demorphing. Perhaps, if she had still been in tiger morph, the disturbance of her innards would have settled by now, even though the protection offered by the tiger’s stomach was less than that of a human, the flesh softer in that one area. But by changing from the true carnivore, her body had changed to accompany the different diets, and shifted to a smaller size, disturbing her further.
A curtain of brown hair covered one eye as she leant forward briefly, cringing with a sudden pain. Her eyes half opened now, the emerald feline gaze fixed on the metallic floor as she fought off the wave of pain. It would pass, she knew that. Her system was still settling after the number of morphs she had performed over the weekend. And the bruise gained during the mission on the Thursday irritated her further, the constant shifts in not only size, but bone shape and structure had simply caused to anger the oldest of her injuries.
Demorphing had been no easy matter, and despite her need to return to her normal form, every temptation had been laid to the feline mutant to remain as a tiger. At least until after a sleep. The ache of bruises had turned to a stabbing pain as the bruises obtained changed, mostly enlarging. Between her eyes lay the small, blue-green bruise from the rock fall, and her arms were covered in various shades of bruises from the same moment. But they were an underlying ache to those which were hidden. Across her shoulders, an ugly black-blue shading had emerged already from where the largest of the rocks to hit her had struck her whilst in black bear morph.
Despite her seemingly calm breaths, she couldn’t help the occasional wince of pain. How she had only escaped with seriously bruised ribs she would never known. There had been a point where she was sure that, whilst demorphing, the invulnerable man’s strike would have ended up causing at least one fracture. As it was, although her pain was heightened now she had returned, admittedly a little unwillingly, to her weaker human state, there were no serious injuries.
But even with her pain, she remained puzzled over those ‘lizard-bird-tiger-wolf type things’ she had been fighting. Both had just vanished on her, but more worrying was the missing wound. It *felt* like it should be there, her mind having etched the injury and pain, and it had seemed too real for her to shake it off. She could even imagine how the wound would have changed as she turned once more to human, deepening, though not expanding, ripping through her flesh…
She stopped herself there. No, she must think of that. It wasn’t there. If it wasn’t there, she was okay right? Slowly, Racheal lifted her gaze, tired green eyes scanning jet. It was empty… or it seemed like it until she spotted Angela. Racheal couldn’t help but wonder what she was still doing there. Everyone else had gone it seemed. Not that she wasn’t grateful. Since the nightmare mutant had first come to her aid, she had been silently grateful to have someone there, even if she had only met them once, someone who hadn’t rubbed her the wrong way. But still, the jet was otherwise empty. How long had it been since they landed? Had she drifted off to sleep for a moment? Feral could have sworn she had remained awake. But perhaps not. In her exhaustion she was pretty out of it. She had a vague memory of someone telling her to stay put. But she was sure she could make it to her room with no problem. Sleep. The word repeated itself in her mind. There had been talk of going to the Med bay, but she wasn’t sure if it had applied to her. She hoped not. She had turned down the chance to go to the med bay a few days back. And after all, they were *just* bruises.
The hand which cluched her t-shirt, her left, loosened it’s hold, turning upwards as her eyes fell to it. Well, okay, not *just* bruises. Her hand was covered in a series of tiny cuts, small welts having appeared, scabs already forming their healing covering. She clenched her fingers into a fist before relaxing it again. The pain was insignificant in comparison to the bruises, but in her eyes it was the most significant wound. A bruise only hurt. A cut could get infected. But these were tiny, and seeing as the shards of the bottle she had crushed had not even truly cut the tough pads of the tiger, barely scraping the skin and only slicing her skin after demorphing, the skin of human hands much thinner and tender, she knew that none of the broken bottle had imbedded itself in her hand.
A fallen apple. That’s how she had viewed herself earlier, an apple which had fallen, never picked and too ripe to remain on the tree, only to become battered and useless as it rolled around in the autumn winds. That had not been quite how she had meant it. But suddenly she did see herself in that light for a moment. Too far along in life perhaps to change – true others there were the same age, but it seemed at least the majority had been brought up with an education… in a family, but she was too far into her ways perhaps, she had become useless. Not true, but right then she felt pretty pathetic. The arm of her injured arm remained across her abdomen, bent over slightly as her other hand grasped some support, rising a little shakily to her legs. Movement caught even her exhausted senses, and her eyes rose to Angie. “I just want to go to my room.. is that so bad?” Her voice was quiet, a little strained as she struggled to place weight on her left leg., constantly repeating in her mind ‘It’s just a bruise’, as if trying to blank out the gnawing pain in her hip.
Gradually, she made her way to the exit, taking in the vaguely familiar scene of the hanger. On the way to the exit, the mutant had been bent over slightly, feline eyes lazily gazing at the exit as the hand not attempting to offer support to her abdomen fumbled from grip to grip. She made no effort to track Angela’s movements. Her senses were dulled with pain and exhaustion. But reaching the steps, part of her gave up, and she slumped to the top step, sitting there, eyes fixed on the far wall. Her tiredness made her tremble slightly, and Racheal’s eyes soon fell with a slight sigh to her feet.
It was only a minute or two later, when Racheal was trying to decide if she had the energy to get up and make a move towards her intended location when a noise caught her attention. Her eyes lifted to see an older mutant wheeling a trolley-bed towards the jet. There was a vague recognition of the woman, though in that moment the absorption mutant’s name escaped the morphers mind. Tired feline eyes fell on the trolley in thought. She had seen them before, outside hospitals and at the accidents she had seen when the ambulances had arrived. She was wondering who it could be for, after all, those seriously injured had been taken already. It took a moment to dawn on her and her eyes lifted to Rogue again, even her slightly dulled gaze issuing one message. ‘You’ve got to be kidding..’ They wanted her to use that? She could walk, why couldn’t she walk?
"I was wrong, to think that I might belong. But I will never forget what I was... Who I am.. What I did, just to learn that"
Re: Arrival in the Hanger: The End of an Chaotic Escapade
OOC Emm this one just sort of happened. It made more sense to 'talk' to Talia rather than Tess somehow Hope its OK If not Ill edit
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Strange that the flight back should have been one of the worst parts of the whole experience but there it was and not for reasons he could possibly have imagined. The tiredness he had anticipated, the pain too had been taken into account, at least intellectually though in truth, his body was never truly prepared for it. But the sudden shock of the news of the attack had transformed what had been a training exercise which had given him cause for pride and hope into a route filled with confusion and growing worry.
Packed into the cramped jet with his team mates and the other students he had tried to stay focused enough on what was being said , the increasingly fraught head count a particular source of concern but inevitably he had sunk further and further into the well of his own particular misery. Despite all Talia’s efforts there just wasn’t enough space yet he could hardly ask for more.
It was all too obvious that he wasn’t the only one in pain, the blue healer moving swiftly and efficiently from patient to patient. It seemed that there were medical supplies in the jet but still the small package he carried so carefully inside his thin shirt could be of some use. Three phials of diamorphine remained from the five confided to him by Dr McCoy before his departure. He had tried to be sparing with his consumption despite the ever present temptation wanting to prove himself in the doctors eyes. To prove that he could be a viable member of a team and not a hopeless liability.
Now as he watched Talia go too and from he waited for a moment when he could perhaps ask her if she had need of the drugs , hopefully without everyone becoming aware of the fact that he carried them in the first place. Privacy in the midst of such chaos. *Not going to happen* he thought with a groan.*Oh well my pride is low on the list of priorities at the moment. Not with Scott looking like that.* The fairy had lost all of the vibrant sparkle which usually accompanied him, now he looked faded and unwell
*His light’s going out* Michael thought at first half whimsically then with deadly seriousness as the journey progressed and Scott’s pallor deepened. *Damn it really is! How do we stop that? And more importantly what’s causing it?? * Now Talia too was hovering anxiously quickly joined by an obviously concerned Riley Finn, their conversation hushed and urgent and despite his preconceptions to the contrary surprisingly discrete mainly thanks to Talia's telepathic ablities which he had totally forgotten to take into account
Still the words Spider bite and toxin did reach his ears; *Poison.* Scott had been poisoned by a spider and they were genuinely worried. What can I do Michael asked himself. Would my powers be any use against this? He didn’t know. Whats more he wasn’t sure he wanted to find out. *But Scott’s my friend* he told himself *How can I even contemplate not helping if I can do it? *
*Because it will hurts. Horribly. Visions of the months he had passed in the lab flooded back. Because I don’t want to be ill again Not now Not ever. Because I simply can’t put myself through that again can I?*
He looked again at the fairy the glorious brilliant eyes now either closed or full of confusion *Its just a spider bite* he told himself *They’re bound to have an antidote. Aren’t they.And Im not even sure I could produce an antidote even if I tried. But still…..*
As Talia turned from Scott he reached up and touched her arm attracting her attention. *Talia ?* he thought as clearly as he could unsure how to proceed but willing to try.*Can you hear me like this? Ive got some diamorphine here if you need it and…..* if mentally you could draw a deep breath he did so now. *If you can’t help Scott maybe I can. Dr McCoy will understand. Just tell him I said I was willing to try.*
Re: Arrival in the Hanger: The End of an Chaotic EscapadeYay, more posties!
Being a nurse Talia strived to understand the serious ailments, the cures, the goods and bad’s the must and must not of the profession… But never had the German girl seen a spider bite effect someone like this before, not that she’s dealt with many though. But Riley seemed to know how to handle it, he spoke of it in a serious way, he looked so worried and even irked that Scott hadn’t told his team mates of the condition. It was such a tiny bite, and surely there weren’t any extremely poisonous spiders on the island… But Scott really was looking so terrible. Riley appeared to have more of an understanding, it surprised her, something she’d wonder if perhaps she should mention to Beast, they did after all need more people with medical experience… Then again, Riley was already too busy, anyway, he seemed not so fond of the medical bay.
A hand had reached for her, a voice called out and directed towards her. *Talia?* Golden eyes peered down at the boy, her mind opening up a little more to allow more then a soft whisper through. *Can you hear me like this? Ive got some diamorphine here if you need it and…..* How-!? Beast, of course, his leg, McCoy must have provided it for the young Scot, Talia kept her expression as calm as she could from the situation around her so perhaps the surprise hadn’t been so obvious to the young man… *If you can’t help Scott maybe I can. Dr McCoy will understand. Just tell him I said I was willing to try.* Momentarily Talia gazed over towards the male fairy, his body leaning into Tessa as if deriving a comfort from the close contact. A visible sigh was perhaps too obvious as Talia looked away, the blue hued nurse focusing on Michael once again, remembering the scars riddling his form from the time she had bathed him, the trouble he has already gone through in Harmony and before then and now this?
"Michael, I do not understand vhy he reacts so negatively to the venom, ze bite suggests a small spider und ze toxin is veak… It’s causing damage though, ze best ve can do is get him home und remove it from his system. Riley seems to know more, he says zat Scott should be ok once ve get him into McCoy’s care, und ze others are suffering superficial vounds." A slight smile followed as she looked over the paled expression, if any one needed help Michael was right up there on the list with Scott. But it showed a great character, and a beautiful heart, to offer something that Talia could both see and feel was hard for him to bring up.
"You have done more zen enough, Michael. Rest." Soft words slipped from her lips, quiet due to her shyness yet strong because of her heart at the same time. They were filled with certainty and gratitude as she assured and tried to calm the astral mutant who had been through more then enough. Ok, so sleep wasn’t possible, but Michael didn’t need to stress so much when there was little more they could do, if only she could have offered more in comfort though, the larger blackbird from the older days had a medical facility, small but efficient still and it probably could have eased Michael’s pain and offered a play for him to lay down.
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