Rictor Effect: Marie and Lorna

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Just before Marie returns to take care of Julio, she gets her teammate up to speed.



Of course. The wounded. As Scott headed towards the psis, Marie flew towards the green haired woman who had just begun to move again. Setting down beside her, Marie quickly looked her up and down, trying to evaluate the damage Haller's blow had caused. "Lorna...easy...can y' hear me?"

Groaning, Lorna stirred slowly, turning her head to follow the sound of Marie's voice. One side of her head was dark and matted with blood, her face smeared with it, sand sticking to the wet. Her eyes didn't focus right away and she squinted in vain at the peach black blur in front of her and made to push herself up. Her shoulder twisted and shot lightning strikes of pain through her. She strangled a scream as she collapsed again. She remained so for a moment then with deliberate motions and gritted teeth pushed herself up on her good arm. "I'm okay." It was possibly one of the stranger things she could have said just then.

Marie winced watching Lorna struggle. "Sure ya are sugah. You're about as fine as half the team right now." Looking around in vain for something to wipe the blood off of Lorna, she groaned in frustration. She bent down to help Lorna rise to her feet. "Ok...so you're bloodied up...obviously something wrong with that arm. Anythin' else feel off?" Because that's not plenty, she thought sarcastically.

Around her arm, the metal stiffened, encased it so it couldn't move. "Shoulder again, I think. Feels like when I dislocated it. Am all right otherwise." Her eyes were finally cooperating and she blinked up at Marie then her jaw dropped, "What happened to you?" The first part of Marie's statement hit her, "What happened to the team? And J...David? Is David okay?"

Gesturing down the beach, Marie began explaining. "Phoenix and Cable went down early. Um...Ah got set on fire." How many people get to say that so calmly? She looked down at herself and cringed. There was all together too much skin showing through her leathers. In fact, there seemed to be more skin than leathers at this point. With an internal reminder to keep aware of her surroundings, she quirked an eyebrow at Lorna and continued. "An' you got tossed around like a rag doll." It took her a few moments to piece together how to approach the next question. "David...Jim...Haller. Whatever the heck he's bein' called now. He did it...till Juggernaut got him to stop." Before the other girl could panic, she raised a hand. "He's passed out. Still breathin' and all."

"You'll have to ask Jim." Once on her feet, Lorna held on to Marie tightly, still rather unsteady on her feet. "Is everyone else okay?"

"Watch the skin!" Marie warned. "Ah...Ah don't know. Jean and Nate fell hard and Ah haven't seen 'em move. Without the comms, can't really check on much without them," she said with a worried look. "Ah don't even know how the other teams are doin'" Her eyes suddenly widened and then began scanning the beach. "Oh G-d...Julio..." She reached up to run her fingers through her hair and then stared, oddly fascinated at the charred clump that came loose in her hand. Tossing it to the ground, she shuddered. "Ah'd say of those of us still conscious, you're the worst for the wear."

"If that's true, then we're doing okay." Lorna pushed away from Marie, unconcerned about touching her, not when every inch of her own body below the neck was covered in metal. "You should go check on the boy. Find Cyclops for orders after that." She looked around. "I'm going to the base. If any of those ships sank, I don't have much time."

Prickling a little at being told what to do, Marie nodded curtly. She couldn't deny that what the other woman had said was the right course of action. "Be careful. An' when things settle down, you need to get that," she said with a nod towards Lorna's shoulder, "and the rest of you checked out." Spinning on her heel, she took off and flew down the shore.