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Post by Hollywood Heidi on May 2, 2017 15:34:44 GMT -8
"We do not know.", "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."
She did not agree but didn't get a chance to interject before he continued.
"You say, it doesn't make it right.", "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."
Again, she did not agree but she was tired of arguing the point of grouping people into types and judging them in that manner. Instead, she changed up the tactic of their heated debate.
Maeve crossed her arms and leaned her shoulder against the same wall he sat up against. "What exactly is your plan, Magnet Man?" She asked pointedly. "What's your goal? Your vision? What will be the fate of non-mutants?"
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Post by DarkSideCookie on May 3, 2017 9:51:56 GMT -8
Maybe this was kind of a neverending talk, Erik thought, when another pause had followed his speech. He somehow didn't want her to scare away. He liked her presence. Or was he just getting sick of being all alone? Before Erik could have fallen deeper into those thoughts, her voice broke the silence once again. "What exactly is your plan, Magnet Man?""What's your goal? Your vision? What will be the fate of non-mutants?"Kind of a deep question. Erik never had a problem with revealing his visions, but yet, he was hestitating. He practically didn't know her at all, even never seen her face, though that fact proved more than anything else, they were of the same kind. Mutants. "Hm, that answer costs you one more information about yourself, Lavender Lady.", Erik replied with a hidden smirk, turning his head to his side, where he suspected her to be. At least the scent of lavender was telling him.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on May 3, 2017 15:34:35 GMT -8
Maeve was caught off guard. 'Laven-' she started to mentally repeat in surprise when realization hit her. She was here after her nightly ritual of a calming soak. The lavender was still potent back on her actual self so a ghost of it must be projecting with the ghost of herself. 'So much for stealthy ghost mode,', she thought wryly. It was a good thing she learned this lesson here amongst an ally rather than while snooping in close vicinity of an enemy.
"Alright," she began, sounding calm again after learning a sobering lesson. "What would you like to know?"
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Post by DarkSideCookie on May 3, 2017 19:33:38 GMT -8
Did he say something wrong? He somehow got the feeling now it was her part to hestitate. Not that this would have unsured him, but again, he didn't meant to scare her away. And not that learning more about his invisible visitor, would help in his stuck situation at all, this was more like a diversion. She seemed to be at least everything he had in these empty cell. And even though he couldn't see her presence, it was less empty, since she had arrived. “Something you're willing to give away.“ Erik waited for her reaction, the smirk still remaining in the corner of his mouth. Even though this was all about diversion, he felt somehow tense about her answer.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on May 3, 2017 23:34:16 GMT -8
"Hmmm," she said in a long, drawn out sigh as she settled on the ground and considered what to tell him. Maeve drew up her knees and rested her arms along her legs, tapping her fingers thoughtfully on her knees.
Her fingers stilled. "I've never used my abilities much." She crossed her arms and rested them on her knees, giving an invisible shrug. "I'm not even sure of the full extent of them." Maeve leaned her head against the wall and looked over at him. "Your turn."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on May 4, 2017 9:23:00 GMT -8
Erik's eyes widened for a little moment. How could she not have used her ability a lot? An ability as great as hers. If he was able to become invisible, he wouldn't know what to do first on an infinite to-do-list! But though, she was using it to get into the Trask Industries building. Speaking of... how exactly did she not set off the mutant detectors all around the corridors? Just as Erik wanted to react on her remark, Sim ended up the little give-away about herself with their usual routine of a changeover. To call it their routine seemed actually strange. But though they've just met, and that strictly speaking even not eye to eye, there was something about them, that felt familiar. Anyway, he would have to save his questions for later, if there was a later of course... Erik took a breath before starting his part of the reveal. "I have a vision indeed. Or how Martin Luther King has put it: I have a dream." Erik raked his fingers through his hair, one habit he actually wasn't aware of himself, before he continued. "Just like his had been, mine is of freedom as well. His dream had been fordoomed to fail right from the start though, because freedom doesn't come by peace." That was a fact. And that was why most of those freedom fighters failed. Because they weren't fighting at all. Erik suddenly stopped, taking another breath. He reminded himself of who he was talking to. History never told, but Erik always had assumed, that King had been a mutant as well. Such a vision couldn't have come from a human being. So he had to be a mutant, as gridlocked in his morals as Sim was. "Maybe we should move this to another time.", he lastly decided, before this was going to become the same neverending discussion as before. Though he actually enjoyed those.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on May 12, 2017 21:59:32 GMT -8
Maeve had been at the ready to fire back but decided to let him have the last word. This time. She grudgingly agreed that it didn't feel like a good idea to continue, though it being late wasn't the only reason. She was afraid of learning something about his intentions that she would have trouble getting passed.
Maeve's thoughts drowned out the beginning whispers in the back of her mind warning of potential consequences this could lead to in the future. What was the harm in having just one person to talk to? It had been so long since she'd had any sort of companionship. Someone to vent to, talk to, pass the agonizing time with. And it wasn't as if she'd gone and sought him out. It was an accident. A happy accident. Maeve thought of it as fate giving her a small break.
'Just keep it casual. Impersonal,' she easily concluded.
After a little more small talk, Maeve did another uneventful exploration of the entire floor, then faded out.
***Maeve's ghost-like clone-self dematerializes from level B5***
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Post by DarkSideCookie on May 13, 2017 0:35:22 GMT -8
**Some more weeks later**During the last couple of weeks the prison had started to become less dark, the walls less cold, though the time more stretched. The meetings with Sim had become a routine, actually a saturday ritual. Whenever it felt like time for her appearance, Erik stepped from cot to one of the chairs only a few metres from there, and made sure the other one was pulled out for her, as he had learned she wasn't able to move anything in her invisible form. This was not only because of getting more comfort to their saturday evenings, but also to get his face out of the camera's view, as he purposely made the chair turned away from it his seat. But all this was just about diversion, wasn't it? A diversion he was looking forward to though. What was the harm in having just someone to talk to? It had been so long since he had any conversation at all, Stryker's examinations not counting of course. Those conversations anyway were pretty much one-sided, as nothing would get him to talk about the Brotherhood and their plans to Stryker. But back to Sim and him. Now and then it happened their different views of things collided, but with increasing frequency they managed to avoid those topics. Meanwhile their way of having a changeover during their conversations had become a routine as well, be it on those forbidden topics or just on some small talk. There was so much more Erik wanted to know about her and her powers though. But then, if there was a little chance to driving her away, he better not wanted to let it get to that point in the first place. Quite unusual for his being to withhold words... ** Erik added another scratch on the wall behind his cot. An subconscious smile appeared on his lips. Saturday again. Finally. He started to get the chairs prepared, before he took a seat on his one. Waiting. Though, he always tried to look as not-waiting as he could. But then, she knew there was nothing else for him to do than to wait or to think or to think again.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on May 13, 2017 2:23:33 GMT -8
***Maeve's ghost-mode clone-self materializes in Erik's cell on level B5***
Maeve took a seat in the chair he'd chivalrously left pulled comfortably enough away from the table for her to sit and join him. She'd grown accustomed to it now but it still gave her a warm, welcoming feeling. It was a good feeling amongst all the turmoil, being expected and welcomed, having a friend again.
"I have a proposition for you," she started. Casual was their game, which meant their meetings didn't tend to start with 'hello' and 'how are you?'. She'd also stopped asking what he'd seen since her last visit since nothing much seemed to happen and she knew if something had, he'd tell her without prompting.
Friend. Casual. Impersonal. These were words she used a lot in her mind as a reminder when paying these visits or when catching herself reminiscing. Tonight, however, she was going to bend the third just a little.
"I get to ask you one personal question and after that, you get to ask me questions to your heart's content, including questions related to my gift." She chuckled. "Don't think I didn't notice your eyes nearly pop from your skull when I'd said I'd never used my abilities much. Keep in mind," she warned, "I'll do my best to answer but that I may have to answer some questions in a roundabout way or pass altogether."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on May 13, 2017 14:12:54 GMT -8
"I have a proposition for you,"The hint of a smile appeared on his face once more. Every new saturday it felt like their conversation just continued where it had stopped the last. Casual. As Erik raised his head, a gesture he did automatically, even though he wasn't able to face her in the proper sense, the smile vanished. His features not exactly hardened, but rather became part of their casual game. A game he wasn't aware of being deeply involved already. "I get to ask you one personal question and after that, you get to ask me questions to your heart's content, including questions related to my gift."Erik raised one eyebrow in surprise. This move was new. "Don't think I didn't notice your eyes nearly pop from your skull when I'd said I'd never used my abilities much."Erik couldn't withhold the smile coming back at that. "Keep in mind,""I'll do my best to answer but that I may have to answer some questions in a roundabout way or pass altogether."An interesting warning, Erik thought. Some more seconds he remained silent, before he introduced this new move of hers in short. "Accepted. Your turn."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on May 13, 2017 15:49:28 GMT -8
It most definitely didn't sound like a deal in her favor. Not in the least. But she felt that her question might be overstepping or perhaps even a sensitive subject so she'd attempted to soften the possible blow caused by asking it.
It was a question that she'd had a casual curiosity about when they'd first met but as time passed, it seemed to have started to weigh more heavily on her mind and was becoming increasingly more difficult to ignore. Why was it bothering her so much? The fact that it did annoyed her and the fact she was annoyed by it bothered her.
She was being ridiculous. 'Just out with it,' Maeve told herself.
Maeve kept her voice calm and casual but the benefit of being invisible allowed her to study his reaction closely. "Who's Magda?"
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Post by DarkSideCookie on May 13, 2017 17:10:21 GMT -8
Some moments of silence had passed, since she finally asked her question. A question he really wasn't awaiting. "Who's Magda?"Now his features exactly hardened, his teeth grinding in his jaw. He wasn't prepared to a question that personal. Actually he didn't felt the urge to talk about Magda at all. With no one. But then, a deal is a deal. Erik took one inner breath, before he started an answer. "Someone who had to face the death because of a mistake of mine." Yes, it had been a mistake. At least that was how he looked at it these days. "And because of a mistake of Stryker and his bloodhound, I'll make them pay for." The scene of that arrow hitting Magda, killing her instantly, he never would forget. All of this hadn't happened, if he wouldn't have let himself allowed to develop feelings for a human being. And yet, without really realizing the nightmares had gone a while ago. Did he finally let go from the past? "Condemned or not, they don't regret sacrifices on their mutant-hunt." Erik let a pause follow his words, in which he tried to swallow his anger, before he decided the informations he has given to be enough. "My turn of questioning." Erik was fingering his beard in thoughtfulness. This had to be well-considered. Actually he had a lot of questions twirling around his head since they've met for the very first time. Some were of a self-interested nature, like getting more informations about the building's security system and her way to trick it, and then some were more personal, arisen during the last couple of weeks. Maybe she already had become more than just a diversion to enjoy. Something like a friend. Erik felt the anger vanishing, as he lastly came up with a proper question to start, his eyes coincidentally met with hers. "How long have you been roaming around these walls?"
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on May 13, 2017 18:31:30 GMT -8
Maeve held her breath as his composure went from casual and laid back to a piercing fury that was unsettling in its depths. She was afraid she'd just killed whatever it was she'd had going here but then, he finally spoke.
"Someone who had to face the death because of a mistake of mine." "And because of a mistake of Stryker and his bloodhound, I'll make them pay for." "Condemned or not, they don't regret sacrifices on their mutant-hunt."
The way he spoke, it was obvious to her that it wasn't simply just a 'someone'. She'd been really important to him. The depth of that pain made her feel anger and even hurt on his behalf. It made her despise the man she worked for even more.
"My turn of questioning."
"Alright," she said quietly, calmly, both in acknowledgment to his answer and to his final statement. Maeve felt bad for having drudged up those feelings for him. She knew there was so much more to Magda than he was saying. It was obvious, but from the reaction she'd gotten, definitely not a subject she'd ever bring up again. This was one of those topics you had to wait for the person to bring up on their own... if they ever did.
Maeve started feeling less on edge as it appeared he seemed to calm from that storm. She eased back in her seat and enjoyed openly observing him in his thought process.
"How long have you been roaming around these walls?"
"Hm," she said. She actually had to calculate it in her mind along with remembering what the date was. Something one didn't keep track of when one didn't have a social life. Each agonizing day since her sister's disappearance felt as if it mashed right into the next one like one, ongoing nightmare. It felt like an eternity but it was only... "I first ventured into the lion's den about eight months ago. These walls specifically, your walls," she said, a smile now evident in her voice, "well, you were here for that. The landing point I'd chosen happened to be this room."
She shifted forward, elbows on table and resting her chin in the palm of her hand as she watched him. "Come on now, Magnet Man. Don't be shy. I know you can do better than that," she said in a teasing, playful tone to encourage him to ask the questions he really wanted to ask. "You need to take advantage of the fact I'm feeling rather generous tonight. Now ask me a good question." She grinned, amusing herself with poking some fun at the man who seemed like serious was his natural state.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on May 13, 2017 19:57:40 GMT -8
"Hm,"Somehow Erik wasn't satisfied with his choice of question, once she took a breath to answer it. Oh common, it was pretty lame. She opened her door to reveal some personal stuff and he asked something like that? After some more moments of silence, at last she came to an answer. "I first ventured into the lion's den about eight months ago. These walls specifically, your walls," Erik thought to hear her smiling, which managed to bring back his former hint of a smile too. "well, you were here for that. The landing point I'd chosen happened to be this room."
Just as Erik wanted to say something in return, not really feeling like he'd have learned something of importance, she spoke again.
"Come on now, Magnet Man. Don't be shy. I know you can do better than that,"
Suddenly this made him not only smile, also let escape a quite chuckle, while his right hand almost bashfully went through his hair. Yah, she really got him there. This had been a lame try to check out the limits very carefully - only a step at her door sill. "You need to take advantage of the fact I'm feeling rather generous tonight. Now ask me a good question."
"Hm.", he let out a noise of thoughtfulness, once again playing with his chin. Okay, next try. "When did you found out about your powers?" Erik wondered if this was better anyway. It still was smalltalk, wasn't it?
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on May 14, 2017 4:39:37 GMT -8
Maeve smiled at his reaction to her teasing. Big, tough, serious guy looked momentarily bashfully. She found it humorous and adorable at the same time. Again, she was thankful for her ability to be invisible. Not only did it allow her to get away with openly observing him, but it allowed her to be bold.
"When did you found out about your powers?"
"Better," she encouraged before answering. "I was 14." She decided to elaborate. "It first happened when I was at home, during the summer. Mutants weren't exactly widely known or talked about then, so I was confused as hell and kind of scared. My family helped me through coming to terms with it. They encouraged me, supported me, protected me, kept me grounded so it wouldn't go to my head." There was an obvious fondness in her voice for the family she spoke about.
"Next question?"
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Post by DarkSideCookie on May 15, 2017 9:25:30 GMT -8
"Better,"This time again only the hint of a smile appeared around his lips. "I was 14." Her voice resounded in his head a second time. 14. Just like he had been. Erik shook off that thought about his own past and instead tried to concentrate on her answer without giving the impression of has been deverted for a little moment. He didn't overhear the fondness in her voice, while she spoke about her family. But he also hadn't overheard the brokenness within, while she had been spoken about searching for a someone during one of their first saturday meetings. He knew exactly how it felt to lose family. But again Erik didn't let the past come over him. This was her story and he wanted to learn more about it. He suddenly wondered about that. "Next question?", her voice once more roused him from spacing out. Erik thought for a moment, folding his hands behind his head and leaning it back a little. For another moment he got diverted with the fact of finding it amusing to have a conversation like this. But then, their talks actually always went kind of this way, with the little difference their changeovers usually happened at a faster pace. So maybe it was about time to ask a more self-interested question, because who knew when her door would close. "So, you can disguise yourself this way.", he started, placing his hands back on the table in front of them. "I wonder if you're able to use that power also on others." Tensely Erik waited for her voice to sound again. "Are you?", he quickly added to get it formulate as a real question, remaining faithful to their game.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on May 16, 2017 0:40:30 GMT -8
Now that, was a very good question. "Ghost mode?" she said, using the term that she'd coined for her current state. "It's an aspect of my gift I stumbled upon a bit later in life." She gave an invisible shrug. "I never really had much use for it before now, but I think there's a chance I might be able to if I could figure out how."
Maeve's eyes shifted passed Erik, focusing on her past. She sounded distant as she spoke, as if her mind was far away. "I'm guessing I probably could because... there was one time I took someone with me. I don't know how I did it. But... sometimes people can do things they didn't know were possible when in a traumatic situation."
She stopped there but there wasn't a finality to her answer. She felt she was stumbling into vulnerable territory. Without her sister around, it had been too long since she'd been able to talk it out; to relieve the pressure that was bottling up. Knowing that opening that bottle with him would take them down a deeper, more personal level is what gave her pause. She looked back at him and found herself actually wanting to take that path but it wasn't her decision alone to make.
So Maeve didn't say 'next question' this time. Instead, she left the invitation open for him to take their friendship to a deeper level by giving her the small push of encouragement to continue or to stay on the current path by changing to a different line of questioning.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on May 16, 2017 6:43:37 GMT -8
"Ghost mode?"Erik wasn't reacting on that with any sign of confirmation, but he thought of it as an interesting term. "It's an aspect of my gift I stumbled upon a bit later in life."A gift her powers were indeed. Somehow he felt glad she was looking at it that way too. Erik raised his head intently, his eyes fixating the empty looking chair opposite him, while he was trying to figure the exact location of her voice and hence in which height her eyes could lay. At last he pictured her as a woman of small height. Erik noticed the changed undertone in Sim's voice, when she talked about a day she was able to take someone with her. Someone. Erik wondered if that someone has been the same someone as that one she was searching for. That sudden brokenness within her voice again. Why was it bothering him the way it did? Suddenly one strange thought came up into his mind. He would like to see her smile one day. Erik shook off that thought. That was ridiculous. He never ever had seen her face in general. There was a long pause of silence between the two of them, not awkward though. Erik knew she was still there, not only because of that soft scent of lavender. Actually he never really liked lavender, but whenever it was saturday again, he caught himself starting to. However, he was able to feel her presence or at least thought to be. “I was 14 too...“, Erik suddenly ended the silence. Somehow it was like they both didn't feel the need to keep up their casual game, even though this might apply to only this one moment. But instead of keep on asking her out, he decided for another way. With a severe look on his face he went on talking about his past. “...when I first discovered my power... not voluntary. A SS man murdered my mother right in front of my eyes. And that was only to force me to reveal the powers I wasn't even myself aware of how to use back in that time.“ Other than Sim his voice was not only filled with brokenness, but also with immense anger. He might have taken revenge on Shaw in the end, but that never has let the anger disappear. It was his anger though, that has made him who he was today. Silence again. Now it was on her to follow the path he just decided to start out or not. This time he also went without an official changeover.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on May 29, 2017 17:01:33 GMT -8
'My God,' she thought, automatically reaching out to put her hand over his. In her shock and horror, she'd forgotten her current ghost state. And yet, for a split second, she thought she felt her hand resting on his before it went through. Maeve pulled back her hand. It could very well have been her imagination but she fleetingly wondered if this was yet another possible aspect of her gift. She didn't say or do anything beyond that gesture, sensing that like her, he did no wish to be pitied.
Maeve had been prepared for him to give her the nudge she'd needed to tell him about that day when she'd left it open for him to ask but she hadn't expected him to open up to her like that. It made it easier for her to open up in return and allow herself to lessen the weight that had built up on her mind and her heart.
"It was almost 14 years ago." God, had that much time really gone by? The emotional wounds still felt so raw. "A big rig had lost control and was coming at us head-on. My--" she'd just caught herself before saying 'sister', "we reached out to each other and I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for impact. There was the horrible sound of crushing metal, the smell of oil and gasoline... but I didn't feel anything." She paused again, mentally finding herself back in that moment. "I opened my eyes and we were on the side of the road, watching as the car burst into flames. We heard sirens approaching and we knew we had to leave. It's what they would have wanted. I wanted to go back for them but it was already too late. There wasn't anything we could have done."
The last part was also intended as a reminder to herself, though there would always be a part of her that said, 'if only I'd reached out to them also.'
Maeve took a quiet breath, trying to hide the fact that she needed to settle herself before continuing. "I didn't know I could do that; take someone with me," she said, returning to the topic of her gift. "We chalked it up to the intensity of the moment; watching and knowing that this was it. This was the end." She took another moment to collect herself so that her voice would not portray how much the loss still pained her. "I nearly lost everything I loved that day. It was only the two of us after that. We kept each other from breaking."
She didn't know how she would have been able to go on if her gift hadn't have extended its potential that day. And now she'd had the last person she loved taken from her. Even after all these years, it was still difficult carrying the weight of the loss on her own. She felt the burden lessen as she was finally able to talk to someone again who understood what it felt like to watch helplessly as loved ones were taken from you.
"Go on. What else would you like to know, Erik?" Her voice was soft with an underlying vulnerability of someone who had taken down their walls.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jun 11, 2017 7:42:34 GMT -8
Erik's strict features were easing for a moment, when he suddenly had the feeling to sense something over his hand. A touch? No, it must have been imagination. It has been like only a split second anyway. Erik tried to shook off the anger and hate, that had came up while talking about his past. It was a thing of the past indeed. Eventually Sim continued talking about hers. Erik raised his head again, attentively listening. Us? He was sure she was talking about the someone she was looking for. Also he clearly heard the self-recrimination in her voice. A feeling very different from the one he had about the happenings of his own past. He had always blamed the others. The humans. For a moment Erik thought about saying something in return, but then she went on again, returning to the actual topic of his last question. They actually weren't as different as he thought them to be. They both lost the ones they loved and they both had to discover their powers in such a way. "Go on. What else would you like to know, Erik?", Sim suddenly said, somehow cutting off the personal moment between them. At least Erik felt like having to do one step back in their question-and-answer game as for the personal level. This time he answered with another question without a pause. "Is there a time limit as for your ghost mode?" And like his mental step back, also his body leaned back in his chair.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jun 11, 2017 17:11:17 GMT -8
Whatever it was that had temporarily overcome them, Maeve felt it break as Erik pulled away, highlighted by his physical action of sitting back and putting distance between them. She was glad for it. She'd gotten caught up in the moment and had gotten in too deep when she knew she shouldn't have. Maeve mirrored the action and put further distance by leaning back into her own chair as she began reconstructing her wall.
"Is there a time limit as for your ghost mode?"
"I can maintain it for as long as I can hold concentration. The only problem is I'm vul-" As if right on cue to back up her words with a demonstration, a faint buzzing sound echoed in the distance of Maeve's mind, instantly severing her projection.
After a long silent moment, her disembodied voice came back faint and breaking up like a bad connection due to lack of full concentration. "Merde. --have to go. There's--- at my door."
And once again, after those hastily spoken handful of words, she was gone.
_________________________________ Merde = shit (in French)
******Maeve's ghost-mode clone-self vanishes from Erik's cell on level B5***
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jun 12, 2017 7:02:41 GMT -8
"I can maintain it for as long as I can hold concentration. The only problem is I'm vul-"Suddenly there was silence, just like something would have cut off her voice. Or someone. Vul... nerable... Erik got an uneasy feeling all of a sudden. Thus far he had imagined her power to just make her invisible, but that seemed to be a misacception. So her body was somewhere else, while her mind was here with him. Ghost mode... That term made a lot more sense now. Just in time before Erik became seriously worried, Sim's voice broke through the silence, though in a faint way like there was a bad connection or something. "Merde. --have to go. There's--- at my door."And then silence again. To have heard her voice once more, has made him ease though. He was sure, whatever or probably rather whoever was standing at her door, she was able to cope with it. She was tough. That was at least what Erik thought her to be. "See you next saturday.", he eventually whispered through the deathly hush. He was pretty sure that she was already gone. Maybe he even wouldn't have said these words of goodbye, if she wasn't. That was part of their unspoken rule. No phrases of welcome or farewell or even questions like how they're feeling today. But then, today it felt like they both had broken their own rule, at least temporary. With no further look around or into the camera's direction Erik stood up and walked the three metres from chair to bed. There he laid down with a slight sigh of annoyance, waiting for next saturday to arrive.
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Post by Medieval Kevin on Sept 2, 2017 14:32:05 GMT -8
Creed walked towards the building with a purpose. He left the driver behind without a word. What was the point? All he ever did was make crappy small talk. Just to break the tension. And it was always thick with fear, he could smell it. Why did he have to be driven around anyway? Like he was important or something... If he was so goddamn important why was he playing security at Stryker's satellite locations? What happened to the real work he used to get? The fun stuff...
He pushed through the doors into the lobby and stopped. This was what he was supposed to do. Wait for the scanners to check him. Even though they already knew. He would be cleared... Something was different this time... Victor sniffed once... twice... the guard... he was new here. Probably didn't know the routine, he'd bet good money. This would be fun. Creed smiled as he moved forward just a little too far. He didn't have that fancy skeleton key either. Suddenly the lobby turned into a light show as the sirens blared loudly. His canines were bared as he strode towards the man in front of him. There was a mutant in their midst. 'Your turn little man'.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Sept 2, 2017 16:50:32 GMT -8
Maeve sat at her desk outside of Stryker's office thoroughly engrossed in one of the files he'd left on her desk in his haste to take the call that had come in. Apparently some issue at one of his secret bases caused enough of a stir that he told Maeve to clear his calendar for the next few hours and ensure nobody got past her as he hurried to his office to continue the call in a more private setting.
She'd made quick work of clearing his calendar and was taking advantage of his long, undisturbed session to do some undisturbed snooping. Luckily the cameras in this area were concentrated on the door to his office and the small seating area with only the counter of her desk and the shoulders and up of a person sitting behind it showing. The height of the counter that made up the front of her desk served as a great cover for whatever she may have in front of her and so for the benefit of the camera, she casually picked up the files from the counter and leaned to the side, making the motions as if she'd deposited them into a drawer.
The effect was realistic as she'd done exactly that with the exception of the top file conveniently having found its way onto her desk behind the convenient barrier of the counter.
She had just flipped to the charts and notes of a mutant when the piercing blaring of the mutant detector nearly caused her to lose her hold on her clone-projected self. Maeve quickly gathered her wits about her and shoved the Alkali Lake file into a drawer, very nearly getting caught as Stryker stuck his head out the door shouting for her to get it taken care of.
Maeve glanced at her security monitor to see what Stryker had already seen on his own monitor and reached for her key to unlock the drawer with the special device. "I'm already working on it, Mr. Stryker," she said as the door slammed. That explained Stryker's reaction of extreme annoyance rather than alarm.
Maeve rushed down the stairs with the device specially made to allow a mutant to walk within these walls in hand. She was already angry but as she got in sight of the front, she ground her teeth and gave such a daggered death stare to the few nosey employees who'd gathered that they quickly stepped to the side giving the notoriously antisocial Ice Queen a wide berth, some even scurrying back to their respective work places.
Maeve quickly put herself between Creed and the security guard. "I've got this, Connor," she shouted sternly over the alarm as she waved him back a couple steps. Poor guy. She felt bad for him but didn't show it. Her attention now on Creed, she shot him her daggered glare before non-too gently slapping the device around his wrist and punching in the code.
The piercing alarm stopped and the warning lights ceased their dizzying spins. The silence was blissful.
Maeve continued to glare at the big mutant. Unlike the new guy, there was no trace of fear from Maeve. Stryker was pissed. He'd almost caught her reading one of the files so she was also pissed. "Hazing the new guy, Mr. Creed?" Maeve asked evenly with an underlying anger in her tone.
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Post by Medieval Kevin on Sept 2, 2017 17:22:11 GMT -8
"Hazing the new guy, Mr. Creed?" the anger in her tone was obvious, if nothing else came quite as easily. Maeve Charbonneau, his favorite little plaything. "That's what new guys are for," came Victors even toned response. "Letting off some pent up frustrations. Although I will admit, there are better ways." A guttural growl emanated from deep in the back of his throat but his eyes had something else to say. Creed made a full circle around the woman as he spoke. He pushed Conner back a few feet with a shove as he passed by, not even acknowledging the guard otherwise.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Sept 2, 2017 18:28:24 GMT -8
"Charming," she said dryly. Maeve crossed her arms as he circled her like a vulture. No, not vulture. A big, hungry wildcat. Poor Conner. She felt bad for the man as he staggered back but she resisted any show of concern.
She turned to meet Creed, depriving him of a full 180. "Well, I hope it was worth it. Mr. Stryker was already in a bad mood. Your little stunt made it worse." There were still people lingering and watching so Maeve did not elaborate beyond that. "Perhaps we should take this upstairs," she said sternly with a gesture for him to proceed. It was more of a command than a request.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Sept 3, 2017 4:48:09 GMT -8
*** Meanwhile down in Erik's cell on level B5 ***It was any day of the week. He actually could have said which one, but till another seventh scratch on the wall next to the hard pillow of his cot, it didn't matter anyway. So it was just another day of isolation, not even anything to do. Nothing to kill some time. Only him and his thoughts. Laying on his cot, his arms crossed behind his head and his eyes fixating the grey ceiling above, Erik nearly has fallen into sleep, when suddenly a deafening noise brought him back into the empty grey cell. It actually wasn't that loud on this level, but if you normally don't hear anything at all, already the wing beat of a fly can make you startle. Erik didn't make any move except of his eyes turning into the camera's direction. Of course he wasn't able to see anything from this side of the camera, but this act got kind of a habit. The sirens weren't blaring pretty often, but whenever they did, a little flash of hope went through his veins. Hope that someone would come for him. After some moments the sirens were dying down. So did the little flash of hope. Silence again. Isolation. Eriks eyes turned away from the camera back to the ceiling above. ***
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Post by Medieval Kevin on Nov 4, 2017 18:10:19 GMT -8
Maeve cut the small talk short. Of course. "Not in the mood for some pillow talk, hmm? Fine. Upstairs... downstairs... who cares," he said as he started ascending to the upper level. "If this isn't going to be a pleasurable encounter or a violent one then lets get this over with."
He took the stairs two and sometimes three at a time hoping to make her exert herself some by the time they reached their destination. "What does the old man want with me now anyway?" Creed called over his shoulder.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Nov 4, 2017 20:17:06 GMT -8
"Not in the mood for some pillow talk, hmm? Fine. Upstairs... downstairs... who cares," he said as he started ascending to the upper level. "If this isn't going to be a pleasurable encounter or a violent one then lets get this over with."
Maeve resisted giving a reply in order to take advantage of the new guy problem. He was still nice to her, still tried to make small talk, and she had an opportunity to put an end to it.
As she reached Connor's side, she paused and gave him a disappointed look. "Connor, you're a security guard. Either grow a pair or consider a change of career." Her voice was laced with anger and distain. She felt absolutely awful as that hurt look followed by hardness came over his features. She didn't think she'd ever be used to that look.
Maeve attempted to catch up to Victor with long angry strides but a fat lot of good that did her. He practically leaped up the stairs with a strange sort of ease and grace. Everything about him was like big cat, even hints of it in his physical appearance.
"What does the old man want with me now anyway?"
"If I knew you'd be paying us a visit, we could have avoided the little show downstairs," she said with mock sweetness as she finally caught up to him. She took a moment to catch her breath after her little sprint and spoke seriously now. "He was pulled into an urgent phone meeting. Apparently there's an issue at one of the bases. He must not have been able to step away to alert me you'd been called in." She started to walk to her desk and gestured toward the few chairs and small coffee table that served as a waiting room. "I'll let you know when he's ready for you."
Maeve suddenly remembered the last time he'd been here and ruffled her feathers just as she'd been working on renewal notices of the magazine subscriptions for the waiting areas. In spiteful annoyance, she'd added a new title to their list. Maeve turned toward her desk and smirked privately, knowing that Cat Fancy was prominently at the top just as she was sure to arrange it.
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Post by Medieval Kevin on Nov 5, 2017 11:16:43 GMT -8
He might have noticed her apparent amused swing to her stride even with her back turned but his mind stopped dead. "I'll let you know when he's ready for you." She had to be fucking kidding him... He made no move towards the chairs. Casting a contemptuous look at them of his own he then turned back to face Maeve as she moved behind her desk. The second that firm posterior touched the chair he proceeded towards Strykers door. "We can be briefed together then, it'll be fun."
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