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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Mar 25, 2017 22:37:49 GMT -8
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Apr 8, 2017 18:06:47 GMT -8
***Maeve's ghost-like clone-self materializes on level B5, Erik's cell***
Maeve's vision of the area came to her through her transparent ghost-like astral projection of her clone-self. There was no visual evidence of her being there, only the faintest hint of lavender that she was unaware had carried through from her freshly bath-soaked actual self back in her childhood bedroom.
It was fairly dark. The lights had been dimmed for the night but lights from the corridor added a bit of light to the room, especially since the entire cell was clear. Maeve quietly padded barefoot along the edge of the room, studying the wall to determine of it was glass or plastic and wondering why it would be made of such. It allowed her to see around the rest of the area outside the room. There was a camera in the corner of the corridor aiming to inside the room and both corridors were wide, leading to a door on the far end of each. There wasn't much else. Why they didn't have the camera in the corner of the actual room was strange. It must not make for the clearest picture, even if the walls were plastic. Extremely thick plastic, she determined.
Maeve turned to look at the rest of the room. It was sparsely furnished. A table with two chairs, both oddly plastic as well, and in the darker corner behind it, what looked to be a currently occupied cot. No doubt also made in the plastic theme of the room. Maeve's eyes were fixed on the form in the cot as she slowly continued to move along the edge of the room, hoping to be able to get a glimpse of the occupant. Her heart hoped it was her sister but her mind knew it most likely wasn't.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Apr 9, 2017 3:33:14 GMT -8
Erik was sleeping, though it most of the time was a sleep without rest. In his dreams he was back in Poland, back with Magda waiting for him. But what started as sweet memories, always ended in a nightmare bringing back the dark parts of that memory. As it was tonight. Back from another working day at the factory Erik stepped through the door of his home. Of their home. "Magda, I'm back!", he called out for his wife, who glanced at him with a wide smile. Just as Erik was about to reach her to give her a gentle kiss, Magda's face suddenly froze. Fear, much more intensive as it ever had been in reality, took place on it instead of the fading smile. "It's me, Erik. Erik.", he repeated over and over again, trying to soothe her. But with every further move he made in her direction, the fear in her eyes seemed to grow.He actually has never introduced himself as Erik to her, but in dreams the mind is patching together fiction and reality. But though, the fact that he never did... Could it have been a hint of him never being able to fully trust a human ever again? Erik almost reached Magda to enfold her in his arms, as the expression on her face changed once again. One hard breath and slowly closing eyes told him about her end. "No!", he screamed in anger, catching her lifeless body. And when he saw what has caused her death, all colour vanished from his face. It has been her locket. The locket Erik once had given to her. It somehow has moved itself right through her own flesh. No, not somehow. There was only one explanation for it to have made it move itself. Magnetism. "Noooo...""...ooooooo!", Erik woke with a start, suddenly bolt upright in his plastic bed inside his plastic cell, far away from the place within his dream. He even didn't realize he actually has screamed out loud. But then, there anyway was nobody to hear him. Erik let himself fell back on the cot, taking one deep breath to banish the echo of his nightmare together with the memory which has brought it up. And still, he thought to smell a scent of lavender around him. "Magda?", he whispered in an unsure way, before he made himself remember that this couldn't be possible. What a foolish thought. That part of his life was over and never would be an alternative anymore. But there was a life outside waiting for him. There were people needing a guide. Together they will build up a better world. A world in which mutants no longer have to be treated like they were humans second-class. Once he'd found a way out of this cell.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Apr 9, 2017 10:31:37 GMT -8
Maeve's heart raced when the man suddenly shot bolt upright with a shout. She stood frozen in place, staring into the dimly lit corner to try to determine if she'd been detected. When he laid back down, she slowly continued stepping closer. Even though it was obviously not her sister, she was curious who was locked up in this plastic prison but more importantly, wondered what the man might have seen happening in the corridors through his clear cage.
"Magda?"
Maeve froze again. She thought she'd been doing a great job of moving quietly. Had she made a sound? Did he sense a presence in the room? Or was he just talking out loud to himself? She was quiet for a few moments as she struggled with what to do. Leave or find out what he knew? She decided on the latter. She was already here and who knew if she'd get this opportunity again, if the man would be moved to another location, if security would be heightened... There were countless number of variables and right now, there were no other signs of activity other than a camera shooting through thick plastic.
"No, I'm not Magda." She spoke softly from the foot of his bed, hoping to not startle him.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Apr 10, 2017 8:09:16 GMT -8
When Erik was just about to close his eyes again, maybe not to fall asleep again, but to take at least some mental rest, a female voice suddenly spoke to him, shooting him bolt upright once again. "No, I'm not Magda."So there WAS someone else inside the cell. Erik's first thought actually wasn't about the stranger itself though. It was about the fact, that someone has been able to enter, which meant someone might being able to exit as well... "Then who are you?", Erik asked level-headed, though inwardly alarmed, facing the direction he thought the voice had come from. Out from the corner of his eye he additionally caught the camera's eye outside the cell. With only the dim light from the corridor it might be blind, but he didn't want to risk anything by making rash movements. Silently Erik was waiting for the invisible intruder to answer his question, holding his suspicion in check though. There was no doubt she was part of the right side. In other words, she was a mutant.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Apr 10, 2017 19:11:55 GMT -8
"Would you believe... your conscience?" There was a smile of amusement in her voice as she attempted to lighten the situation and alleviate any feelings of her presence as a threat. It also bought her a few seconds to consider her answer.
Giving him her real name could end up exposing her if he repeated it to anyone. Maeve wasn't exactly a common name and could quickly be linked to the assistant of the head honcho. Refusing to give him anything could result in distrust which would hinder him from helping fully or at all.
A nickname her sister had come up with for her copy-self came to mind. "Sim will do for now." Her disembodied voice came from the wall by the foot of his bed as she moved to lean against it, allowing him to be facing away from the camera for their talk.
Maeve waited for him to make his introduction in kind, observing him as best she could in the dim light. Her intrusion had had him on guard and she looked for signs that she'd hopefully alleviated some of his tension so that she herself could relax her guard.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Apr 12, 2017 9:28:22 GMT -8
"Would you believe... your conscience?"Not by any means. Erik's lips rose to a spare smile, actually to not more than a hint of little amusement. For any reason Erik didn't take the invisible presence as a threat, not even for one second. But then there had to be another reason for her to pay him a visit. Could she possibly have heard about the Brotherhood Of Mutants? And could this be the start of the revolution he had predicted? To free their leader? He was so sick of being jailed. "Sim will do for now.", her voice finally spoke again. Even though Erik didn't see a threat in her, he felt not that comfortable to be silent with an invisible mutant (It already seemed out of question for him, that she was one of his sort). "That's not what I meant.", at last Erik replied with a slight shake of his head. "A name doesn't tell who you are. It gives an expression for what other think you are. Also, I pressume Sim even isn't your real name." Maybe he wasn't able to see her face, but also a voice could be read. The spoken and the unspoken, so to say the pauses between the lines. Erik went on without giving the invisible voice a chance to react. "I'm pretty sure you do know my name. It's Erik, or better known as Magneto. But does that make you knowing me?", he pointed out, ending his little monologue with the expectation of getting a more significant answer this time. "So, who are you?"
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Apr 12, 2017 21:25:39 GMT -8
"That's not what I meant." "A name doesn't tell who you are. It gives an expression for what other think you are. Also, I pressume Sim even isn't your real name."
She did not deny it as she had had no intention of making him believe she would reveal her true identity.
"I'm pretty sure you do know my name. It's Erik, or better known as Magneto."
If he could see her, he'd see the surprise on her face. Maeve hadn't known who he was until he'd announced it. The dimly lit room didn't help matters, nor did the fact that she'd only seen this infamous Magneto, sans beard, on a small black and white television a few years ago during the news coverage of the events at the White House. There'd been grainy pictures on the cover of newspapers for months after that she'd noticed in passing.
Maeve tended to avoid the news but what he had done had been talked about so thoroughly that one did not need to actively seek news to have heard of it.
The plastic prison suddenly made sense. Her first attempt at infiltrating Trask Industries and she had put herself in the lion's den within the lion's den.
But does that make you knowing me?", "So, who are you?"
Oh, she knew his kind well enough. Maeve didn't know the details of what had occurred and there was no doubt the government and the news painted an image in favor of the government, but the fact that it had been their own kind who had stopped him was enough to know he'd gone too far. Despite all that and despite the fact he was now imprisoned, there had been an air of superiority in the way he'd announced who he was that continued on in the way he spoke and held himself.
Maeve crossed her arms as she eyed him skeptically. The invisible gestures were wasted on him but her voice portrayed that she was not in the least impressed by who he was.
"I am just a person, no more special than the next, who believes it's our actions that define us, not our genes," she said resolutely. "I have a feeling we don't see eye-to-eye in that regard."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Apr 13, 2017 12:07:25 GMT -8
Erik knew that his assumption as for her knowing his name has been right. He would have known at the latest when a long pause of silence had followed his words. He also didn't need the telepathic powers of his onetime friend to guess her thoughts about that news. But then, didn't that mean, she hadn't been aware of him being who we was? The revolution theory died down... for now. "I am just a person, no more special than the next, who believes it's our actions that define us, not our genes,""I have a feeling we don't see eye-to-eye in that regard."And there was it. The reluctance he had felt within the sudden silence. Erik fully sat up and tried to eye the region he thought her face to be. "So you wouldn't agree that it all along had been them, who treated people like us as vermin? What if it's our genes, that define the actions we perform? You say you aren't more special? I say you are way more special. The very fact that you're trying to talk yourself into this way of thinking." Humans wouldn't do that. They saw themselves as to be more special, without being at all. Erik didn't see this conversation as to be a discussion, but a guidance. And besides, he really could need the help of an invisible mutant, though this fact had nothing to do with the sincerity of his words.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Apr 13, 2017 23:55:29 GMT -8
Maeve latched on to the first part of his speech. "See, that's the problem right there; us and them," she began. "Compartmentalizing. Throughout history, innocent people have been hurt or killed simply because of their ethnicity, their religious beliefs, social class, gender…” she ticked them off, giving a slight pause to indicate the list goes on and on, “and now our genes." She shook her head.
"Judging all for--" Realizing she was about to launch further into a heavy debate, Maeve reminded herself why she was here and cut herself short. "What the hell am I doing," she muttered under her breath. She pinched the bridge of her nose and took a deep breath, giving a small chuckle as she released it. Dear Lord, she was having a casual debate with a stranger in the enemy's stronghold as if they were hard-headed acquaintances meeting at a coffee shop. "Erik, I have a feeling it would take all night and most of tomorrow to find out which of us could out-stubborn the other. I didn't risk coming here to have a debate and as much as I'm enjoying it, it'll have to wait for another time."
There had only been a slight bit of dry sarcasm to how she'd stated that last part. In truth, she had actually been enjoying the conversation despite the fact their views were so different. It had been too long since she’d had a real conversation with anyone. Dedicating all her time to finding her sister had cause her to neglect the handful of friends she’d had but it had always been her sister that she’d share these kinds of philosophical discussions with.
“Would you mind telling me how long they’ve held you here and what you’ve seen passing through the corridors in that time?”
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Apr 14, 2017 3:05:28 GMT -8
"See, that's the problem right there; us and them,""Compartmentalizing. Throughout history, innocent people have been hurt or killed simply because of their ethnicity, their religious beliefs, social class, gender…""and now our genes."Oh, he had to learn that more than anyone else. A sudden rage came over him, let his blood boil within his venes, as he had to remember what they once have done to his mother just in front of his past child's eyes. And yes, he referred to those people as them and always will do. There was no problem as for compartmentalize in that point at all. But before Erik could have gone into details, the invisible voice went on. "Judging all for--" A short pause was following. "What the hell am I doing,""Erik, I have a feeling it would take all night and most of tomorrow to find out which of us could out-stubborn the other. I didn't risk coming here to have a debate and as much as I'm enjoying it, it'll have to wait for another time."Erik couldn't suppress a smirk. He somehow felt like talking to Charles back in the good old days, with the only difference, that with him Erik always had the feeling to have been the only one enjoying those kind of debates. He actually didn't know if Charles really hadn't after all, though Erik thought to have seen him kind of disappointed after every session. Charles may have tried to hide that from him, but even without having his onetime friend's powers, he was able to read other's minds. "Well, someday you probably will have to experience firsthand and then you'll remember my words and that I was right. They will never stop making war on the social groups you just numerated yourself, to whom we belong as well. And yes, I'm deliberately using the phrase they here. They always..." Erik paused for a moment. She was right. This debate would take all night. Not that he wouldn't have the time for it, but maybe she just wasn't at a point where she would get the whole meaning of his view right now. "All right. Saving it for another time." This whole situation had become peculiar, though interesting. He has never debated with an invisible person. Temporary he even almost had forgotten about her being invisible, as all the expression within her voice had manifested an image of her in his mind. He really was looking forward to that another time, even though he was hoping it wouldn't be here. “Would you mind telling me how long they’ve held you here and what you’ve seen passing through the corridors in that time?”Erik leaned back on the other end of his cot, feeling the wall behind him. "I could do.", he started an answer. "If you wouldn't mind telling me how you managed to find me and to enter here."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Apr 14, 2017 15:38:33 GMT -8
Maeve was silent as she considered giving him any information at all. It had taken so much work and an agonizingly long time to get to where she'd gotten. She was extremely careful about taking risks.
"Fair enough." Maeve chose her words carefully. "Research of the blueprints of this building showed nothing out of the ordinary. I figured the only thing of interest I'd find here would be files containing information on their offsite holdings. Then I came across a blueprint the other day of an entire floor that doesn't exist anywhere in public records. I decided to see what they were hiding. So here I am. Your turn."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Apr 15, 2017 9:51:01 GMT -8
Erik listened to her story intently. It told him how she found out about these floor existing and also that she was searching for something or someone inside the Trask Industries building, maybe even for weeks or longer. But it didn't told him how she had managed to enter, nor how she had found her way inside the company in general. Sure, she was invisible after all, but Erik felt that there was much more behind her story. Of course he knew she wouldn't reveal more information than necessary to gain the informations she wanted from him in return. Only a fool would do that. So he had to be content with what he got. Also there was no need for him to ask further questions for now. His turn. "As for my length of stay I stopped counting the days, but I can tell you about my observations during the last months they held me here." Erik sat up to a more comfortable position once more. His eyes wandered back to the camera outside, before he turned his attention back to Sim or at least into the direction he imagined her. His voice became a quieter level, as he continued: "It's actually not much. At first I even thought to be the only inmate down here. But then I heard noises and sometimes muffled voices echoing through the corridor in the night. For several weeks, like I said I stopped counting them, I woke up from it without ever being able to see something outside though. Till today I haven't seen the poor sucker enduring their experiments or which hell whatever they've sent him through. Either they've found out they had a listener, or they've finished him, one way or another, the noises had stopped." With a shrug of his shoulders Erik leaned back again. "Now tell me about the problem of compartmentalizing into us and them once again.", he let his description come to an end, before he casually added: "Oh, and sometimes big boss himself is paying me a visit." Erik shook his head in contempt. With such a pleasure he would like him to enter his cell to push a coin right through his brain like he once did with Shaw. One lowlife less on this earth.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Apr 19, 2017 17:50:05 GMT -8
"... Either they've found out they had a listener, or they've finished him, one way or another, the noises had stopped."
Maeve’s breath had caught as she listened. She felt the feeling of her heart racing and her stomach dropping from her body back in her bedroom. When Erik finally referred to the person as him, relief flooded through her and the suffocating feeling faded away as she was able to breathe again. A part of her felt guilty for thanking the heavens it hadn’t been her sister.
"Now tell me about the problem of compartmentalizing into us and them once again."
Maeve resisted taking the bait, settling instead on giving him an invisible glare.
"Oh, and sometimes big boss himself is paying me a visit."
Maeve felt the same contempt for Stryker as Erik clearly displayed. It wasn’t easy, working beside the heartless monster day in and day out, hiding her contempt and fighting the urge to strangle answers out of him.
Now she knew where Stryker disappeared to during the times he said he didn’t require her assistance. She’d have to work her way into getting him to trust having her accompany him. Seeing these floors in action during business hours would be far more enlightening of what goes on here than what she could figure in the dark, quiet rooms and corridors with paperwork and other important things locked up for the night.
Maeve pushed herself off the wall. “Thank you, Erik, for the information. And the lively discussion,” she added with dry amusement in reference to their earlier argument. Her voice started moving away from him and toward the corridor. “Perhaps we can do it again sometime.”
The last was an automatic polite expression people tended to throw out without much thought when parting ways but not always with real intention of following through.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Apr 20, 2017 13:38:20 GMT -8
“Thank you, Erik, for the information. And the lively discussion,”, at last she said, sounding like closing remarks. And Erik should be proved right, as her voice already started to move away toward the corridor. “Perhaps we can do it again sometime.” That was the last he heard from her. The last he heard from her for a long while. A while feeling so much longer for a captive.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Apr 20, 2017 13:40:10 GMT -8
**A couple of weeks later**Erik was sitting on his cot. Thinking. What else should he do? You just get an idea of how lonely you really are, when someone has paid you a visit and then all of a sudden disappeared with no hint of another appearance. But then, did he really await her to come back and to even get him out of here or something? Did he maybe hope, because it seemed no one else was going to do? It just wasn't that easy to get into the Trask Industries building, wasn't it? Yes, that had to be the reason. Though, wasn't it the revolution itself which mattered in the first case? But then again, most of his followers has been killed by Trask Industries and he actually didn't know how much more were there outside. No, it was too early to sink in such thoughts. For now Erik was just glad enough to not get one of those unwanted visits. With a sigh he leaned back on his cot.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Apr 20, 2017 15:45:07 GMT -8
A couple of weeks and a few days had passed since Maeve had last appeared in Erik's cell. She was still working on gaining enough trust with Stryker to be asked to accompany him to the basement levels so she thought she might as well explore on her own again. Maeve popped into the exact spot she'd appeared before, once again in her invisible state, unknowingly with only the faintest hint of lavender giving her away.
She could have appeared somewhere else on level B5 but once she'd teleported to a place, especially if she wasn't that familiar with the layout, it was easier to concentrate on and travel to the same spot she'd last appeared. There was also a slim chance Erik had witnessed something since she'd last been here. Then there was the fact that she'd enjoyed having someone she could talk to openly, despite the fact it mostly led to an argument over their different views.
Not that she had the time for it, but personal connections in or out of work only put those people at risk, should her true intentions be discovered. She didn't worry about her visit here as Erik was already imprisoned and besides, if her true intentions were discovered, whether it be of her fully in-the-flesh clone or of her fully invisible clone, there was no way to connect the two.
Happening to appear in Erik's cell the last time she'd paid an after hours visit had been unintentional but as she sat in the lonely silence of her home on this Saturday night with nothing but her thoughts to keep her company and nobody to vent out her anger and frustrations brought on by said thoughts, she talked herself into intentionally popping in.
Maeve assured herself that as long as she was careful, she would not be taking that big of a risk. Being invisible allowed her an anonymity and she could always just pop out if someone showed up or if Erik started to get too pushy for details.
She looked around at the cold, empty cell, then to its occupant. Erik appeared to be alert to a presence. She chalked it up to heightened human instinct of preservation due to a life filled with unfortunate circumstances. Maeve spoke from beside the wall at the foot of his cot without fear of alarming him. "Do they not give you anything to pass the time?" There was underlying anger in her voice as she looked at every corner of the room for the hint of at least a book.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Apr 29, 2017 13:50:40 GMT -8
"Do they not give you anything to pass the time?"The sudden voice had made him almost jump, though he tried to look as calm as he could, once he has swallowed the little moment of surprise. So she had come back in the end - his passionate debate partner. Sim. Or whatever her real name was. "You mean except of sending an invisible collocutor?", Erik replied with a hidden smirk. Of course he had no idea this woman was part of Trask Industries indeed, even though she hadn't made her visit in their instructions, at least not yet. His remark anyway hasn't been more than a spontaneous comeback.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Apr 29, 2017 16:47:13 GMT -8
She chuckled at the thought of Trask Industries sending her. "Yes, I'm part of Trask Industries Invisible Friends for Captives Program. Be sure to give me a good review. I'm aiming for Employee of the Year."
Maeve privately smiled over the last part. With the way she'd been dedicating herself to working hard and making a good impression to earn Stryker's full trust, she may damn well earn Employee of the Year.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Apr 29, 2017 17:33:10 GMT -8
"Yes, I'm part of Trask Industries Invisible Friends for Captives Program. Be sure to give me a good review. I'm aiming for Employee of the Year."Erik chuckled in silence. What an imagination. "My vote you'll get.", he quipped a little bit more. He even caught himself smiling, which felt like ages ago to be honest. "So, I didn't await you to come back here.", he lastly added more seriously. In truth he was hoping she would - If not out of the reason to free him eventually, at least to have a good conversation at times. Giving informations about the happenings down here was a low price for it anyway.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Apr 29, 2017 18:31:35 GMT -8
"I didn't find any clues last time so I wasn't sure I would be back," she admitted. 'But I was feeling lonely and you're the only person I can talk to' were her thoughts. Instead, she said, "but I thought I'd give it another go."
It was Saturday and the weekends were always the hardest to get through. There wasn't much to distract her from her thoughts and worries, no interactions of any kind. She was going stir crazy and her mind kept going to the person she'd accidentally stumbled upon. A happy accident, of sorts. If she'd had popped in that first time in the corridors, she may have never spoken to him in her continued effort to avoid all unnecessary interactions. But instead, showing up here invisible had given her someone to talk with while remaining anonymous. There was no danger, as long as she was careful to avoid delving into personal details on herself and her mission.
Maeve wandered around the sparse room, the emptiness of it making her assume maybe it was temporary. "Is this a temporary holding or have they always kept you here?"
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Apr 30, 2017 5:13:52 GMT -8
"I didn't find any clues last time so I wasn't sure I would be back,""but I thought I'd give it another go."Erik remained silent at her remark. All he did was leaning back his head on the wall behind. His eyes were wandering around, another time to the camera's direction. Clues. If there were some, he probably wouldn't have to kill the time with thinking about the past. Eventually this was going to drive him crazy. "Is this a temporary holding or have they always kept you here?", Invisible Sim suddenly spoke again. "I wish it was.", Erik answered, trying to make out the exact direction her voice was coming from. Then silence again. He suddenly felt the need to say something else to keep her from disappearing as suddenly as she has made her appearance. "I wonder who you're looking for." Erik deliberately used that phrasing. He was pretty sure that there was a who and not a what behind her story. Also he didn't phrase it as a question but as just a remark, not giving her the feeling to got sounded out.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Apr 30, 2017 8:58:05 GMT -8
"I wish it was."
That had her eyes narrowing in anger again as she took in the sparse room. Sitting here, day in and day out for who knows how long, with just a table, two chairs, and a cot? It's a wonder he hadn't gone mad.
"I wonder who you're looking for."
That jarred her to a stop and out of her thoughts. Maeve studied him, her voice coming from the direction of the table sounding calm, casual. "What makes you think it's a 'who' and not a 'what'?" she asked, unaware she just vocalized his thought process.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Apr 30, 2017 10:16:30 GMT -8
Another moment of silence followed his sudden question, before her voice again sounded through the room, the only variety in the inside of this empty room. "What makes you think it's a 'who' and not a 'what'?"Oh wow, she really made him wonder for a moment, if he was dealing with not only an invisible, also a mind-reading mutant. But then, he doubted multiple abilities to such an extent. But she seemed to be as smart as she was cautious. "Let's just say I'm good at reading my opponents.", Erik commented on that. Though this wasn't the easiest thing with her, as he didn't see her face at all. His mind though already did create an image of her, when he heard her voice. "But don't feel the need to tell me about that who. I won't ask. We don't know each other, so we can keep it superficial, if you wish."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Apr 30, 2017 11:29:16 GMT -8
"Let's just say I'm good at reading my opponents."
Maeve didn't argue the point. It was a logical conclusion. With all the technology at their disposal, she couldn't think of a 'what' that Trask would be interested in. Their M.O. was kidnapping mutants.
Maeve was unable to move objects when she was projecting at zero mass. Or at least she didn't know how to or if it was possible at all. The chair closer to Erik was pushed back enough that she could maneuver herself into it. She straddled it and rested her arms on the chair back, facing Erik.
"But don't feel the need to tell me about that who. I won't ask. We don't know each other, so we can keep it superficial, if you wish."
"Circumstances being what they are, I can't afford to act on any personal wishes I may harbor." She explained. "But I can do my best to keep our exchanges of information equal and fair as long as it doesn't compromise the tireless amount of work I've put into this already."
That alone was offering information. Whatever her mission was, she'd dedicated her whole self to it for a long while now. She gave him another small piece of information by confirming his original statement. "Yes, it's a person I've been trying to find. Your turn. Have you seen anything of interest in the corridors since I was last here?"
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Apr 30, 2017 15:08:24 GMT -8
Erik wasn't able to see her, but he somehow felt her presence getting closer to him. Or was it just that soft scent of lavender reaching his nostrils? He made no move to back off, instead maintaining their imaginary eye contact. "Circumstances being what they are, I can't afford to act on any personal wishes I may harbor." Erik felt vindicated in his conjecture as for the distance between the two of them, as he heard her voice sounding much closer. "But I can do my best to keep our exchanges of information equal and fair as long as it doesn't compromise the tireless amount of work I've put into this already."She actually has offered more information than he had asked for, though he technically speaking even didn't ask for informations at all. "Yes, it's a person I've been trying to find.", at last she offered another answer by confirming his former statement. Your turn. Have you seen anything of interest in the corridors since I was last here?""My possibilities for research are limited, as you can see.", Erik started, before he let follow a short pause for reflection. "Limited, but not cut off. It was like a couple days after you've left last time. I didn't see anything, but to see isn't always necessary, isn't it?" He made a short pause watching one of the chairs close to him. "I heard a man, most probably one of Trask Indutries employees, talking to Stryker. I couldn't make out every word of their conversation, but enough to get the subject of it. Someone of interest was found after several years of search." Erik ended his explanation with a short "That's it.", before he leaned back at the wall, having a thoughtful look at the chair in his focus.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Apr 30, 2017 16:08:30 GMT -8
"Hm," she said thoughtfully. There were always files strewn on Stryker's desk when he was working, many of them on mutants. It was hard to tell from only file labels or the occasional page showing if a file lay open if the mutant was one already in their custody or one of interest. She couldn't exactly pick one up and flip through it.
Maeve wondered who this poor newest victim was and if there was a way to warn him or her. That is if Trask hadn't already gotten their hands on the person. She reminded herself that that wasn't her goal. Her sister was already missing, not a person on their radar. Even if she could do something about it, she shouldn't. Any step off her path, especially if Trask is involved, is a risk of losing her sister. She felt guilty. It tore at her, knowing there was a possibility to help someone but instead, she was turning her back on them.
Maeve transferred her feelings into the form of anger directed at Trask Industries. "Damn them," she muttered to herself. She got to her feet and started pacing off her anger alongside Erik's cot. "The government finally steps up to intervene in Trask Industries practices but only because the government itself was put at risk. And what do they do? They simply arrest Bolivar Trask and consider the case closed, ignoring the inhumane practices they know happen here all the time. Why do they turn a blind eye? Because Trask Industries provides our military with state of the art weapons created from experimenting on mutants. Even mutants brainwashed and turned into weapons themselves."
She felt an anger and disappointment in herself over this as well. Probably everyone, especially if you were mutant, knew the dark connection between Trask Industries and disappearing mutants but like the government and most everyone else, it was something that was easy to turn a blind eye to when you weren't directly involved. She promised herself that after she found her sister, she would use her abilities to help other victims of Trask Industries.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Apr 30, 2017 17:15:55 GMT -8
"Hm,"Erik was waiting a while, in which both of them remained silent. He wondered if the informations he had just offered, could be any help in the search for her someone. Only the scent of lavender told him she was still there. But well, if there has been anything he totally wasn't out of, it was time. "Damn them,", her voice suddenly muttered in anger. "The government finally steps up to intervene in Trask Industries practices but only because the government itself was put at risk. And what do they do? They simply arrest Bolivar Trask and consider the case closed, ignoring the inhumane practices they know happen here all the time. Why do they turn a blind eye? Because Trask Industries provides our military with state of the art weapons created from experimenting on mutants. Even mutants brainwashed and turned into weapons themselves.""Inhumane practices?", Erik had to repeat her formulation. Inwardly he knew this would most certainly end into another infinite discussion, but it was like he wasn't able to ignore such a prod. And so he continued, leaning forward again. "Oh, that is indeed pretty much human agency. It's simple actually: humans will attack what they do not understand. And you wonder about the government turning a blind eye on that? Did you ever had a look at the delegates?" Humans. That he added just in thoughts, as in his eyes this has been a rhetorical question anyway.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Apr 30, 2017 18:03:42 GMT -8
She stopped pacing, ending up near the wall he rested against.
"You are misconstruing my meaning to fit your own prejudice," she said, turning her temper toward him. "How do we know if all the delegates are non-mutants?" she asked, still considering mutants as part of the humans collective. "I doubt they'd go announcing it to their peers. Mutants are relatively new, at least openly so, and anything new can scare people simply because they do not understand it. There have been humans throughout history, no matter the genes or gender or race, who have attacked what they do not understand. But that doesn't make it right to put the blame of something horrible one person or a group of people has done on every one of that type, gender, or race."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on May 1, 2017 5:45:39 GMT -8
"We do not know.", he agreed with her argument about all delegates being non-mutants. There was no agreement though without a but following. "But do you really think, if we really assume there are mutants among them, they would make their dissent public? If so, the list of Trask Industries mutants of interest would grow immediately." Mutants brave enough making their being and above all their perspective public, weren't the norm. The same applied to every other group of repression. And so it was more importantly than ever to expend the Brotherhood of mutants, he once originated. Mutants no longer should have to live in fear. "You say, it doesn't make it right.", Erik at last went on with their discussion. "I say, it's the only right thing we can do to become independent. Every war takes its sacrifices and everytime we have to question ourself, if those were worth the victory. You and I, we are of the same kind. We both deserve a life, in which we needn't to hide, don't you think so? But as long as humans rule the world, the hide and seek won't stop." Erik took one deep breath, as he ended up his speech. He has blustered into kind of a diatribe once more. But Invisible Sim here really was a tough nut, he thought inwardly smirking. Why she was at such stalemate in her view of human being? He really didn't wish on her to eventually have first-experience of their real being, but that might happen eventually, if she didn't let off her false moral values. They weren't actually false in theory, but in practice not viable.
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