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xp_logsAdrienne tries to spring Garrison but encounters Mystique instead.
Adrienne had tried to get some sleep in the time between sending the distress signal to the X-Men and now, when it was getting close to the time they were to arrive, but mostly she'd just tossed and turned, trying to think of clever ways to get Garrison out of the cell he was being held in.
When the time came to go get him and meet the X-Men, however, she still didn't have much in the way of a plan. With a sigh, she fell back on her old standards: bribery and seduction.
She went out for a swim in her bikini, leaving her hair wet and throwing on a skimpy beach cover-up she'd found, one that clung to her in a manner very helpful for the seduction part of the plan. Her next stop was to the canteen to procure a plate of freshly baked cookies, wrapping a plate in a clean dish towel for the bribery part of the plan.
The trip down into the bowels of the base made her chilly, which also helped with the plan. She just hoped the foul-mouthed, wrestling-obsessed guard she'd heard earlier wasn't gay.
It wasn't as if she was doing anything wrong, anyway, though. Right? Creepy Erik had said she could visit Garrison, so the guard wouldn't have any reason to suspect she was planning to knock him out and steal Garrison when she came to visit. Unless the fact that she wasn't being accompanied by someone who knew the keypad codes to get into the base tipped him off. She'd told them that she was clairsentient, after all, keeping her psychometry a secret for just this sort of eventuality. Well, she'd just have to deal with the question of her getting to the cell by herself if it came up.
"Hey," she called out to the guard before she'd turned around the corner leading to the cell, "I brought you some cook-uh oh." That wasn't the guard standing in front of the cell. Unless Mystique could do a really good job of throwing her voice. Which, of course, she could. But Adrienne didn't think it had been Mystique she'd heard the first time she'd been here. "Uhh... hi?"
"Cookies. How thoughtful," the shapeshifter deadpanned, fixing Adrienne with her yellow-eyed gaze as if she could see right through her. "Served up with no ulterior motive in mind, I'm sure."
Adrienne turned off the 'bimbo' switch and flipped on the 'be on guard' switch in her head as she gave Mystique an easy laugh. "No, of course not. Well, I mean, okay maybe a little... I was hoping to buy a few minutes alone with Kane, to try and persuade him to cooperate with Cr- uh, Erik. Do you... want a cookie?" she offered.
"No," Mystique replied flatly. "And I doubt you have cooperation on your mind. You traitors are so predictable - did you really think we trusted you? Erik may have turned over a new leaf but you and your ridiculous team of X-Men never will. What's more, we won't be safe until you're all dead." She curled her lip in a way that showed her teeth in predatory flash."A state of affairs I'd be happy to begin with you."
"W-wait, what?!" Adrienne looked shocked. "Traitor?! Me?! No, no! Not at all! I'm not an X-Man. I don't have a code name or anything. And their whole non-killing policy is one I find very tiring... except, you know, when people are talking about killing me. You really don't need to make me dead," she assured Mystique.
"Then you had better start running."
Adrienne's eyes went wide as she realized Mystique wasn't joking. "Holy shit. You're fucking serious, aren't you? Look, can't we just-" She lashed out at one of the blue woman's knees, hoping to give herself a head start.
From her investigation of the compound the brunette had gleaned the knowledge of a second door in the amplifier room, one that led out to the woods. This was where she was headed now. She had no idea what to do when she got to the woods, the terrain was completely foreign to her, but she would cross that bridge when she came to it. First she had to get out of the complex.
She got to the door barely ahead of Mystique and slammed it in the blue woman's face, holding on to it for a moment and breathing in the fresh air from the woods to steady herself. She had nothing to hold the door shut with, though, and couldn't lock it from the outside, so she had to abandon the idea of keeping Mystique trapped inside and set off for the woods.
Unfortunately, Mystique knew the island terrain far better than Adrienne did, especially in the dark, and she was pretty damn fit. Adrienne had to sprint full-out to keep ahead of her, but she was losing what small lead she had very fast. She kept to a trail only barely visible in the moonlight,not sure where she was headed. For all she knew she could be running right into a trap.
Or the edge of a cliff, as it turned out. Shit.
Adrienne had tried to get some sleep in the time between sending the distress signal to the X-Men and now, when it was getting close to the time they were to arrive, but mostly she'd just tossed and turned, trying to think of clever ways to get Garrison out of the cell he was being held in.
When the time came to go get him and meet the X-Men, however, she still didn't have much in the way of a plan. With a sigh, she fell back on her old standards: bribery and seduction.
She went out for a swim in her bikini, leaving her hair wet and throwing on a skimpy beach cover-up she'd found, one that clung to her in a manner very helpful for the seduction part of the plan. Her next stop was to the canteen to procure a plate of freshly baked cookies, wrapping a plate in a clean dish towel for the bribery part of the plan.
The trip down into the bowels of the base made her chilly, which also helped with the plan. She just hoped the foul-mouthed, wrestling-obsessed guard she'd heard earlier wasn't gay.
It wasn't as if she was doing anything wrong, anyway, though. Right? Creepy Erik had said she could visit Garrison, so the guard wouldn't have any reason to suspect she was planning to knock him out and steal Garrison when she came to visit. Unless the fact that she wasn't being accompanied by someone who knew the keypad codes to get into the base tipped him off. She'd told them that she was clairsentient, after all, keeping her psychometry a secret for just this sort of eventuality. Well, she'd just have to deal with the question of her getting to the cell by herself if it came up.
"Hey," she called out to the guard before she'd turned around the corner leading to the cell, "I brought you some cook-uh oh." That wasn't the guard standing in front of the cell. Unless Mystique could do a really good job of throwing her voice. Which, of course, she could. But Adrienne didn't think it had been Mystique she'd heard the first time she'd been here. "Uhh... hi?"
"Cookies. How thoughtful," the shapeshifter deadpanned, fixing Adrienne with her yellow-eyed gaze as if she could see right through her. "Served up with no ulterior motive in mind, I'm sure."
Adrienne turned off the 'bimbo' switch and flipped on the 'be on guard' switch in her head as she gave Mystique an easy laugh. "No, of course not. Well, I mean, okay maybe a little... I was hoping to buy a few minutes alone with Kane, to try and persuade him to cooperate with Cr- uh, Erik. Do you... want a cookie?" she offered.
"No," Mystique replied flatly. "And I doubt you have cooperation on your mind. You traitors are so predictable - did you really think we trusted you? Erik may have turned over a new leaf but you and your ridiculous team of X-Men never will. What's more, we won't be safe until you're all dead." She curled her lip in a way that showed her teeth in predatory flash."A state of affairs I'd be happy to begin with you."
"W-wait, what?!" Adrienne looked shocked. "Traitor?! Me?! No, no! Not at all! I'm not an X-Man. I don't have a code name or anything. And their whole non-killing policy is one I find very tiring... except, you know, when people are talking about killing me. You really don't need to make me dead," she assured Mystique.
"Then you had better start running."
Adrienne's eyes went wide as she realized Mystique wasn't joking. "Holy shit. You're fucking serious, aren't you? Look, can't we just-" She lashed out at one of the blue woman's knees, hoping to give herself a head start.
From her investigation of the compound the brunette had gleaned the knowledge of a second door in the amplifier room, one that led out to the woods. This was where she was headed now. She had no idea what to do when she got to the woods, the terrain was completely foreign to her, but she would cross that bridge when she came to it. First she had to get out of the complex.
She got to the door barely ahead of Mystique and slammed it in the blue woman's face, holding on to it for a moment and breathing in the fresh air from the woods to steady herself. She had nothing to hold the door shut with, though, and couldn't lock it from the outside, so she had to abandon the idea of keeping Mystique trapped inside and set off for the woods.
Unfortunately, Mystique knew the island terrain far better than Adrienne did, especially in the dark, and she was pretty damn fit. Adrienne had to sprint full-out to keep ahead of her, but she was losing what small lead she had very fast. She kept to a trail only barely visible in the moonlight,not sure where she was headed. For all she knew she could be running right into a trap.
Or the edge of a cliff, as it turned out. Shit.
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