The Begining of Chaos [Monday 2nd April, 2:15am]
The question came up again. Would she take it with her? She didn’t feel right, leaving it behind, but it was quite big, and could be a pain to carry with her. The chocolates would come in useful, and at least the card was small enough to carry around, and light. But the tiger was a little bulky. Sharp canines softly bit into the tender flesh of her lip, as fingers teased over the ears of the soft toy. A sniffle caught her by surprise. She was upset? She was torn… she had quietly revealed her plans to leave to Michael, and even then she had felt the ties on her, seen the look in his eyes. People wanted her to stay. She wanted to stay. But she didn’t belong in this world… no, it was better she left. But.. she would take the tiger with her. It was a symbol, of someone who cared, despite hardly knowing her.
The dark haired mutant felt bad for that. There were people here she had become friends with, who she trusted. Michael, Connor, Dr. McCoy. She trusted them, felt a bond with them of some kind. And then there was Angie, she had been so kind despite the fact the pair barely knew each other. And other people like that, who would offer her a smile. Ben… She’d not spoken to him for awhile, but she owed him her life. A sigh escaped the feral as she placed the feline toy slowly into the back pack. That, and one t-shirt, was all she was taking from the institute. She was wearing the jeans she had that day she turned up on the doorstep, the same worn jeans.. but her old t-shirt had been thrown out, so she was wearing a white one with a black minimalist picture of a cat on it.
Again the feline morpher paused as her fingers brushed softly over the pages of her newest possession. She'd returned the book from the library, feeling bad over the idea of keeping the book, despite the facinating stories she was learning to love dearly. But this was different. This book was her's, purely and truely. A smile graced over her lips as she looked down at the small dictionary. She had seen them before but rarely used them, but Michael had shown her how this little book coiuld show her what any word meant. So she didn't have to worry about understanding the words. Not only that, but they had the phentic spelling, allowing her to try and pronouce it better than she might without it. Michael. He'd become a good friend in such a short time, and she would miss their reading sessions dearly. She bit her lip firmly, bringing herself around from those depressing thoughts. Despite it all, he had supported her. And he alone knew of this flight. Carefully, the book was packed with the tiger, making sure the pages wouldn't catch on anything. Before closing it, she turned slowly to the sideboard.
”You always were right Jake” She whispered softly as she picked up the photo of her and her twin, the corners a little curled. A smile teased her lips slowly. ”Was this my fault too? Things might have worked out better… but… I don’t belong here do I WolfFang?” She sighed again, picking up her few, meagre possessions. Her photos… Only three of them. Each was carefully placed into the bag, as was each of her other items, before picking up her mother’s locket, running her fingers softly over the beautifully engraved metal. ”You were beautiful mama” She whispered softly, smiling to herself. ”I wish… I wish I knew what you would do… I wish I could remember more about you” Talking with others, with Connor. All of them had made her think of how lucky she was with some of her memories…. But it was hard as well. She barely remembered her parents. And her brother…. Oh Tom. She shook her head slowly, soft oaken hair curling around her face. She remembered his face, his laugh, his firm, protective hand gripping hers. Jake was so different to Tom. He had been protective in his own way, but reliant on her as well. She missed that about Tom, how he was always there to look out for her, to pick her up… ”I guess I’ve had to pick my self up since you left Tommy” She whispered as she slowly placed her mother’s locket in the smallest pocket of the bag before pausing. No. She was always hiding it away. Slowly Racheal took it from the bag, slowly fastening it around her neck, looking down at it before tucking it beneath her t-shirt.
Emerald eyes wandered the room quietly. That was everything. Not that she had a lot to pack in the first place. A sigh escaped her as she glanced at the clock. 2:15am. Thankfully the majority of the school should be asleep, and she was sure all the Exiles were sleeping. The last thing she wanted was to run into someone and answer questions. She had thought of leaving a note. Her fingers ran over the comm. Badge on her shirt in thought. Take it or not. She took it off slowly, still gently running her fingers over the small badge. At first she had thought of taking it with her. But these computers… She could be tracked, found. And that was the last thing she wanted. She wasn’t been kidnapped, she was leaving of her own free will. Slowly fingers extended, placing it softly on the bedside table. ”So they know I chose to leave” She whispered with a sigh, swinging the bag gently on over her shoulder, looking around her temporary home one last time. She would miss it. The institute in general. But.. this was for the best wasn’t it?
Slowly Racheal left the dorm, heading out into the social area slowly, sighing gently to herself. It was silent. She’d taken a few food supplies from the kitchen, and she was ready to go, but still she hesitated. This was her team… the team she had sworn to try and protect. But also the main reason she was leaving. Was she giving up on them? Maybe. But at the same time… At the same time she couldn’t take any more of the tension. Training sessions were pointless, there was no team here. Just a group of individuals with nowhere else to be. Eyes lowered at that thought, sighing. Silently she wished them good luck. Silently she headed towards the door, unaware that, before long, the silence on the institute would raise to complete chaos.
TBC: Fred
Hannah: In this world we're forced to make choices everyday. We don't always know the consequences. But it's how we react to them which makes us who we are
Re: The Begining of Chaos [Monday 2nd April, 2:15am]
"Eff this," Fred said, half tumbling and half pulling herself out of bed. Having tossed and turned for the past two hours the mutant had finally snapped, deciding that she wasn't going to get any worthwhile sleep that night and she might as well stop trying. Her bedroom offered nothing of interest though, no books she felt like diving into and no television for late night channel surfing that sprung out of sheer boredom. That left the rest of the mansion. The pros? No one around, or at least no one sane. She could have the place to herself, if only for a few hours.
There was also the notion of freedom. Even sleep didn't ease the thick aura of tension that hung over the Exiles' dorms. During the waking hours that tension grew stronger with Jess pretending nothing but his book existed or alternately trying to start a fight with Max and the other assorted misfits going about their business. It was like the Exiles were this jigsaw puzzle but when you dumped out all the parts you saw that none of the pieces fit together. That was them, this screwed up pointless puzzle that the creator just kept trying to ram together refusing to see its impossibility.
The idea of being on the outside was not new to Fred Mason. She was used to being the 'non-joiner', the one who religiously avoided anything and everything at high school that involved the words "pep" and/or "spirit" and being dead just added one more reason to stay away to that unwritten list she pulled out for reassurance every few days or so. She didn't belong here and neither did the Exiles but sticking the reject parts together didn't make a functional toy. It just made one large reject.
As often as she told herself that she couldn't care any less about what others thought of her Fred still found herself fumbling in the dark for a cleanish pair of jeans and a sweater. After holding it to her nose she decided the blue one would do and pulled it on over her head. The first matched pair of socks, navy with white toes and heel, joined the assortment of clothes on her body shortly thereafter. Fred ran a brush through her hair quickly, hoping to rid it of the tangles indicative of "bedhead" and fumbled for the doorknob. Just before turning it she remembered shoes and slipped into an old pair of runners. They were badly worn and her laces frayed but they would do in a pinch.
Some considerate part of her noted that it was sometime after two and that anyone who wasn't an insomniac or crazy was currently asleep so she made as little noise as she could, tiptoeing her way out of the dorm and wincing whenever her feet urged a noise from the floor. The honey blonde girl stopped momentarily, not sure exactly what she was after. Her throat was not yet as dry as it got after a good night's sleep but a glass of water wouldn't be amiss. Her stomach wasn't rising to action yet either but she felt the stirrings that told her she might soon be hungry. Then there was the option of distraction. Mindless television or maybe flipping through the brightly inked pages of a comic book were both options. Her decision still not made she settled with just walking. Perhaps her subconscious was in her feet. Yeah it was a lame notion but the sleep-deprived teen was in no state of mind to function on a higher level.
Something intervened though and Fred's course of action was decided for her when she noticed another soul heading towards the door. Her team-mate, the morphing one, her brain told her. Brown eyes observed the other girl and took in the bag over her shoulder and the fact that this girl looked less like she had been unable to sleep and decided to take an after midnight stroll and more like this was a planned departure.
"Wait," Fred said in a whisper, hoping to catch the girl's attention without spooking her. The gods knew that at this hour a hand on the shoulder or sudden movement might have caused her to resort to something embarrassing, like screaming or poor attempts at defensive violence. "Rachael," her mind supplied the name. They hadn't really spoken, mostly because Fred was a loner and hadn't made an attempt to get closer to anyone despite their close living quarters. Then again they were both exiles. Perhaps they were both loners.
She let her gaze fall meaningfully down to the bag before they rested on Rachael once more. "I'm guessing you're not just an insomniac," she said. It was a question without a question mark, one that the other girl could easily dodge with a statement or that she could choose to respond to. Fred was familiar with being pestered by strangers and wanting nothing more than to leave. If that was what her team-mate really wanted then who was she to stop her? Especially when Fred had always been little miss non-joiner. It wasn't like they had been much of a team up to this point anyway yet there was some little pain within her that felt she had to try. She didn't know this girl but she already knew that she liked Rachael more than she did Jess, Max or Circe. That wasn't saying much but it was saying something. Maybe, just maybe, there was potential afterall.
Re: The Begining of Chaos [Monday 2nd April, 2:15am]
((OOC: Just a note that it's becoming more and more unlikely that NE will in fact move to the other board so... good you're continuing here, and I'd recommend you keep it that way for the time being. ))
For everyone comes the time when they have to take over responsibility. It stands to argue whether there is also a time when they can get rid of it again.
Re: The Begining of Chaos [Monday 2nd April, 2:15am]((ooc: Only a shortish post, I wasn't sure whether to start the attack then, or wait till the next post or if you wanted to do it in yours. If you can catch me at sometime, we'll plot a little lol))
”Wait” By now, the door was opened, and the determined morpher had stepped out of the team dorm into the hallway at the top of the stairs where they had all first been introduced, moonlight shining softly through the window. Normally, Racheal would have ignored the word, but something made her pause, obey, her head turning as the soft whisper continued. ”Racheal” It was Fred. She’d never been sure what to make of the quiet girl, the dead girl. Even now her senses were set on edge. But that wasn’t exactly Fred’s fault was it? In someways she reminded Racheal of herself. Quiet, an outsider even amongst the exiles. The only reason Racheal might even seem part of the group was the experience on the training island. And she wanted to be sure, despite her dislike for some of her fellow exiles, that once she was gone, they would be okay.
"I'm guessing you're not just an ins Insomniac.. that meant.. couldn’t sleep right? It took a moment for the feral’s mind to work it out. A gentle sigh escaped her as she looked at Fred. Should she tell her? At least they weren’t close. She wouldn’t hurt her like she had Connor. Memories of their fight ran through her mind and her eyes lowered slightly for a moment. Michael had taken it better at least. She should never have told Connor though. Even if there wasn’t a way to do this and not hurt him. But his words had hurt deeply, had pushed her to decide firmly that she would leave.
”I don’t belong here Fred…” She responded slowly with a gentle sigh, looking outside the window at the sky. If she had shifted her gaze, in a few short minutes she would have seen the attack start on the institute. Would have had some forewarning at least. ”I came here four months ago on a whim.. a hope. But, on a level I was wrong to do so” She couldn’t see it. Her desire to protect anyone, especially those she loved, was what made her belong. But she’d had little chance to show just how protective she would be.
Had anyone else tried to stop her, though on their team, who else would have done? She might not have stopped to speak to them. Fingers softly teased the strap of her bag in thought, not really sure what to do now. She didn’t want to leave it that, just to walk away from Fred. But why should she hang back and wait? “Perhaps you should go back to bed..” She said softly, finally. ”I’ve left my comm. badge on the bedside table in my room, so you don’t even have to tell Garnet. She should know from that alone..” She sighed again, once more looking out the window. She would miss people here, that was sure. But she’d placed people in danger on the training island rather than protecting them. And she felt so trapped.
Hannah: In this world we're forced to make choices everyday. We don't always know the consequences. But it's how we react to them which makes us who we are
Re: The Begining of Chaos [Monday 2nd April, 2:15am]
Although Fred liked to convince herself and everyone around her that she didn't care that wasn't entirely true. Fred wanted not to care, wanted not to connect or leave an impression but that didn't make her apathetic. At least not entirely. As much as she could relate, the sight of her teammate sneaking out in the middle of the night with a bag that indicated she wouldn't be back for awhile did strike something inside Fred and that was why she had spoken.
”I don’t belong here Fred…” If Rachael's soft words hadn't been accompanied by a sigh Fred might have snorted. Did any of them? Hell, she was dead. She sure didn't belong.
”I came here four months ago on a whim.. a hope. But, on a level I was wrong to do so,” Rachael continued. The curious, occasionally even nosy part of Fred sparked but she wasn't going to poke and prod. She didn't even know the girl, not really. It wasn't any of her business.
“Perhaps you should go back to bed... I’ve left my comm. badge on the bedside table in my room, so you don’t even have to tell Garnet. She should know from that alone..” The morphing mutant trailed off, seeming to hope that Fred would just walk away and let it be. She thought she should but memories of Garnet's desperate attempts to install some sense of teamwork flashed past and Fred, against her better judgement, opened her mouth.
"Look, I know we're not exactly the Justice League or anything and Max and Jess seem to be competing for loser of the year but.." Fred gave Rachael a rye half-smile, "Actually that's all I've got but for what it's worth.." Fred trailed off not really sure what came next. For what it was worth the quiet outsider had seemed the least misfity of the misfits or the saner of the insane. The fact that she wasn't Jess, Max or Aurora was good enough to make her worth consideration. But Fred had always been poor at expressing things like that in words, especially when it came to dealing with near strangers. Death and her afterlife hadn't changed this failure in everything resembling social skills.
"Well, take care anyway," Fred said at last and while she wasn't eloquent she was genuine. Who was she kidding? The Exiles were pretty much a lost cause and if Rachael got out of there then Fred would be happy for her in her own non-expressive way.
The conservation should have ended there but Fred didn't exactly have anything better to do and she was certain she wouldn't be able to sleep any better than earlier that night if she returned to bed. The dirty blonde cast a look back at her bedroom door and decided firmly against it. Turning her gaze back towards Rachael Fred realised that it wouldn't be right just to push past her and head for the recreation room. Besides, even a self-professed loner didn't mind the occasional bout of company and at least the silence with Rachael was comfortable.
"If you want I could walk you out.. I mean I don't exactly have anything else to do but if you want me to scram that's cool too," Fred offered. She didn't want to force her company on an unwilling person but just in case she thought she'd give it a shot. It went unsaid that what Aurora didn't know wouldn't hurt her, at least not in any way that mattered.
Re: The Begining of Chaos [Monday 2nd April, 2:15am]
Feline eyes slowly drifted from the window back to Fred. So far, just yet, it hadn’t started. Something that would spoil the plans of each person within the mansion. That would turn on it’s head the normal life Racheal was trying so hard to run away from. Huntress eyes which could show so much more emotion than their feline counterparts blinked slowly in thought. Fred, the dead girl ho sent shivers up her spine. Not because she had told them she was dead, but because she could sense it. The lack of a heart beat, those small things most wouldn’t see seemed to sink in deeper with her and it caused the fear which crept across her skin.
"Look, I know we're not exactly the Justice League or anything and Max and Jess seem to be competing for loser of the year but.." The reference, as many did to Feral’s utter annoyance, passed over her head. She assumed easily that it was some team which probably got on a lot better than the Exiles. As for Max and Jess, well, Racheal had had issues with Max from the outset. Often it would seem, to Racheal at least, that in fact herself and Max had similar ideas, similar outlooks in some respects. But their attitudes and approach were completely different and she had never been able to forgive him after the training island, and the attack on her morphing abilities. Jess on the other hand she didn’t find as annoying. But it was true he could be thoroughly irritating at times.
"Actually that's all I've got but for what it's worth.." A small smile, despite herself, twitched the corners of her lips. Well, it was worth a try but the Exile’s attributes were few and far between. Racheal did, she found, enjoy problem solving, but she’d found those chances stolen from her or her solutions ignored. And in the end, as far as the Exiles went, there was only one problem. And there was no solution. The Exiles merely lived up to their name. And it seemed like there was no way they would ever truly work as a team, not with the want to be a team at least.
If it had only been the Exiles that were a problem she’d have spoken to someone about a change of team. True, her devastating fear of fire made it difficult enough as it was, but she put up with it because she knew she was leaving, that she could escape it. But it wasn’t just the Exiles. She knew that it wouldn’t be long till her truancy caught up with her. She’d already heard rumours about a scheme to stop it. And she didn’t want that again, the confusion, the uncertainty. This world wasn’t her’s. Her world was out there, without these complications. Where you lived to survive. And that was all. That.. was.. all… A lonely world. A world she knew too well. But, it was the only way.
"Well, take care anyway," There was something honest about Fred’s words, something she hadn’t expected. They hadn’t really spoken properly since being teamed together, certainly couldn’t be called friends. But, there was something there which drew Racheal, not as strongly a moth to a flame, but there was something. And for a moment, Racheal was glad for that farewell, for something. It was almost warming. She couldn’t say Fred would miss her. But, there was the good will that went with it.
"If you want I could walk you out.. I mean I don't exactly have anything else to do but if you want me to scram that's cool too," Company. In that moment it seemed Fred became everything that she was running from. And in away, she didn’t want to let it go. The day before she’d vowed to herself to stay, to try. After all, she knew there were people who’d care. And she had imagined the look in Michael’s eyes when she told him that she’d changed her mind. But then she’d tried to tell Connor. She’d wanted to tell him that he was one of the reasons she’d changed her mind. But she’d screwed up. Completely. They’d ended up fighting, and the words which were said had stung too deeply. Just the thought not threatened to bring tears in her eyes. She knew she’d accidentally hurt Connor, but that was a reason she now had to leave. She was hurting people again. She had to be alone because people around her got hurt. But company, for now, perhaps company could be welcomed.
Racheal nodded slowly, eyes showing silently how grateful she really was. ”That would be nice” She admitted softly. If Fred didn’t mind, then yes, company really would be nice. Silently she pulled the bag further onto her shoulder. ”Thanks, Fred..” She said slowly, heading for the stairway with the silent hope Fred would follow. Her lips parted in thought, before closing again. She was tempted to point out that, out of the Exiles, Fred was possibly the least offensive. But it didn’t seem too much like a compliment unfortunately. Heading down the stairs, for now she kept a silence with Fred, it was comfortable, but still Racheal felt she should say something. But words seemed to be lost on her at the moment.
As they headed away from the team dorms, Racheal paused. ”Did you hear that?” She asked quietly. Silence greeted them but Racheal was sure she’d heard something in the distance. How many nights had she’d been awake, in her room or the outer grounds, and heard nothing but the nature surrounding them. She seemed to briefly forget Fred as she moved to the window, peering out, trying to work out what had gotten her attention. But soon something else had it as the alarms screamed through the building and Racheal moved quickly back and towards Fred. ”We’ve got to get out of here!” She called, though her hands lifted over her ears, muffling the alarm as much as she could. She’d seen something, though she wasn’t sure what. All she knew was there was danger. And she knew already Fred was no fighter. It would be safer to get themselves clear right now.
ooc: Hope this post is okay. Just figured we kinda needed to get it moving a little whilst getting away from the team dorms and the action there. If you want me to edit, nag me as usual!
Hannah: In this world we're forced to make choices everyday. We don't always know the consequences. But it's how we react to them which makes us who we are
Re: The Begining of Chaos [Monday 2nd April, 2:15am]
Sometimes, Fred thought to herself, words were overrated. So often they were used for avoiding questions or to make things sound less dire than they were. Othertimes they were just used in babble and said nothing at all with lasting meaning. And maybe it was true, that old cliche that eyes are the windows to the soul, because although the simple and sincere words answered in the affirmative to Fred's offer it was Racheal's eyes that showed gratitude beyond the overused "nice".
It was almost alien to Fred to have sincerity returned with matching sincerity. She was so used to speaking always in sarcastic jabs or occasional white lies that to say something and mean it felt oddly like an accomplishment and to have the feeling returned was like sharing a moment with a stranger on the subway or a street corner. It wasn't something that could be held onto and remembered forever but for a few minutes it felt like someone else was there with you and you weren't alone.
”Thanks, Fred..” Racheal replied slowly and headed for the stairway. Since her offer had been accepted Fred followed and caught up, easily able to walk side by side with the animal morphing mutant through the hall. It was almost, but not quite, embarassing to be thanked for such a simple thing as walking a team member out of the school and Fred wanted to wave it off, to say something about how it was nothing. She landed simply on a nod and a muttered and slightly gruff, "Sure" that she hoped the other mutant would understand as acknowledgement but not wanting to make a big deal out of what seemed like such a simple act.
While Racheal was the person that she probably liked the most, if the word like could be used at all in relation to the Exiles, Fred kept a comfortable silence with the other student down the hall. It seemed too much like a back-handed compliment to say anything like what she was thinking but she didn't want to break-off their frankness with one another to say anything more flattering but less true.
A few minutes put them away from the team dorms before Racheal broke the silence, asking quietly "Did you hear that?" Fred couldn't honestly say that she had but she paused anyway, willing to give Racheal the benefit of the doubt. Surely the other mutant had actually heard something and Fred could only watch and hope that it wasn't merely paranoia that had her teammate so worried.
The idea that it had been nothing was quickly forgotten in the scream of alarms that pierced the comfortable silence. Fred was sure she had jumped off the ground in fright at their unexpected sound and wondered if that might have been funny under other circumstances. Dead yes. Unafraid? No. They both had their hands over their ears but Fred could still hear, barely over the roar of noise, Racheal's call and nodded back, eyes wide.
Now the undead girl completely trusted that her team member had in fact seen something and the alarm meant danger of some kind to be sure. She was already dead but she could die and return again and it was not a process she cared to repeat anytime soon.
Eyes wide with fresh fear Fred, without any active powers that she was aware of, decided that her practice of doing as little as possible around the institute meant that she had less knowledge of the school's various passages and hallways. She briefly also considered that it had been Racheal who had seen something and was clearly more aware than she was not to mention capable of advanced sight. Fred was fairly certain that neither of them were leader types but in this case all signs, in her mind that was still being assaulted by the noise of the alarm, pointed to Racheal and she called to her "Lead the way!" Whatever the threat was the old cliche of strength in numbers often rang true and it would be safer to stick together now. Especially if there were forced into confrontation with something or someone. She could only hope that they would make it out of here safely.
ooc: all looked good to me so onwards away from the action! I guess the next question is how we want the others of the party join up with Racheal and Fred?
Re: The Begining of Chaos [Monday 2nd April, 2:15am]
Run. Drian had made that clear, he had known she couldn’t do anything! Charlotte at first didn’t even look over her shoulders, the mutant torn between self guilt and quiet acceptance that she had no ability to help the leader of her supposed ‘team’ as he was left behind. To this day, the girl had been little more then company to in their rather empty dorm, students were still being assessed for teams and Drian had the more difficult of jobs, so it was said, of introducing new mutants into the world of Xavier’s Institute. People who needed guidance, where smaller groups just might actually made them more able to function at first, to be assured they were safe and capable and one day able to progress to one of the actual teams which would be more focused on fighting when fighting was needed.
Feet pounded across the floor of the hallway, almost stumbling over as a corner came, forcing her to turn, for a moment the girl who called herself ‘Faith’ had no idea where she was going, it all looked the same, and the passage ways that Drian had mentioned were lost to her amongst the well crafted walls. There was a call out towards her as another turn was made, a yell for her to stop, a loud and commanding call that struck at her as definitely not being something that someone from the school would say to her, especially not right now! With a panicked scream that came suddenly from Charlotte surprised even the mutant, of course everyone wanted to assume they would handle frightful situations with a degree of maturity and calm, but this was the kind of thing that Charlotte only ever read in books, the kind of thing that usually always ended bad! Save for the heroes! And there was no way that she were one of those dedicated heroes, instead one of those random faces written in just to be part of the fatalities when the time came!
A sudden sting caused Charlotte’s race to escape to turn more into a hobble, something hitting her leg and causing a pain to distract her enough that the girls hazel eyes managed to catch some sort of syringe tipped dart. Which a hand of hers managed to yank out and clutch as the young mutant forced herself to keep moving, if they were going to make her run around like some demented two year old on a high, then she would make them sweat at least before they got her! Though despite the passion in that thought, Charlotte’s head began to get woozier, her steps sluggish enough to cause a slight sway and awkward slowness, though not bad enough that a full stop was necessary.
It wasn’t until someone’s strong hands seemed to reach out from behind the now drugged mutant, a powerful grip holding her by the upper arms and not easing up as Charlotte tried to lean forward and help pull herself away from whoever now held her. A glance over the new girls shoulders revealed only one armour dressed man, it seemed the other had chased off after yet another stray student.
"Ow!" The muttered cry seemed pointless, and wasn’t done out of hope for sympathy, but the strength of the attacker seemed to be overpowering and unneeded, for a moment it felt as if her arms were about to be forced out of her sockets from the strain of his hold. With his gun holstered now, shoving the girl to the ground in silence, pining both her arms behind her back as a knee then pressed painfully down and held her defenceless in place. "Get offa me you jerk!" Sounding oddly tired despite the pain and anger, Charlotte only had a cold click of something hard wrapped about her neck in response, the slender silver collar not as hard as adamantite, and a dark grey in colour, it would still prove near on impossible for any human to remove, and with it dampening mutant powers it meant even those with enhanced strength stood little chance.
If Julian wants to be the hero.. or if Fred and Rach want to come across her first, I'll leave that up to you two!
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