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xp_logsHer disguise gone, the Dweller moves to pack up the spare hammer for transport, encountering some resistance.
Tandy was humming to herself as Skirn was taking care of keeping the others at bay. She had her own work to do, like packing up this hammer, and leaving this goodie-two-shoes place that they called home. She had just put the lid on the hammer and sealed it shut when the sounds of more entering the room. Her once blue eyes were now black as she turned to two of them and she sighed, this was going to be a pain to deal with.
Julian had entered the room first, standing in the doorway with his jaw slack at the sight of Tandy (but not Tandy) as Scott slammed in behind him and pushed him forward. The momentary jostle pushed Julian out of his reverie, and he turned his attention back to the task at hand- his own hands detaching and slinking across the room in either direction, mere inches from the floor. "Tan-" he began, but his voice caught...what was this? With a gulp, he continued. "Tandy, w-what are you doing?"
"Uh oh. Lover boy is here." And with a flick of her wrist five daggers unleashed fading from black to white and back to black again. "Sorry not sorry."
"That's a cool trick," Scott noted, waving a hand at the daggers as he pivoted on one foot, his visual perception letting him dance through the daggers as they flew through the air. "Should we call you Strobe now? I'm afraid that doesn't belong to you, and your mother really should have taught you that stealing was wrong so... I'm gonna need you to put that back now and then surrender. My friend here would really like to have a discussion with you now."
"No. Scott Summers. You are wrong. These don't belong to you." The lights in the lab, what was left of them started to flicker as Tandy summoned their worst fears.
In the space of a flicker, where Tandy Bowen had been standing, the form of a new woman could be seen in the shadows of the failing lights. She was taller, with straight, impossibly black hair that seemed to suck in what little light there was around. Julian's breath caught in his throat as he stared, wide-eyed, as the subtle laugh of the Black Queen echoed in his head. He could feel the crawling, shredding sensation of barbed wire being forced into his feet; unable to move as it slowly crawled up his legs, tearing muscle and flesh. The pain was overwhelming, and he lashed out wildly sending bolts of telekinetic power in every direction. Each blast of unrestrained, unfocused power seemed to find purchase in the wrong place, and in his eyes, Julian watched as former friends and family members were destroyed by the impact- his little brother, Marie, Nick… Overwhelmed, Julian began to pull at any thread of force he could find, building a telekinetic maelstrom that could tear the room apart.
Where previously one figure had stood in front of him holding the hammer suddenly there were two, three four… Scott felt his breath catching in his throat as Tandy's form wavered, flowing into more and more bodies as the room seemed to flatten and recede. He wasn't in Kansas anymore, wasn't anywhere near the lab, the garden Scott stood in looked so familiar, he would walk through it every day on his way to the garage or just to the gates. The Mansion gardens were one of those places Scott knew like the back of his hand, or at least he thought he did. The gardens he knew though didn't have fires smouldering in the bushes, broken walls instead of the elegant walls Charles had built. The gardens he knew didn't have a carpet of dead bodies, the children who he had trained, the children who he had failed, their white sightless eyes staring at him accusingly. It was his job to guide them, to protect them and he'd failed, not a word was said, not a world needed to be said as the man felt the air rush out of his lungs, vision darkening as he felt the claws on panic sinking into his mind, it had happened again, he'd let them down again... all… again. Scott's hand clenched at his side, a red-eyed gaze snapping up to glare at Dweller, "How dare you... I live with that every day, and you drag it up," for a moment the X-Man didn't care that the body in front of him was Tandy, another student of his, he wanted to punch her face in. The man took a step forward, his hands coming up before he found himself thrown off his feet, his shoulder smashing into the wall as the air flowing out of his lungs in a pained gasp.
Tandy was impressed. A man who had fear but wasn’t made helpless by it, she hadn't meet one of those in a long time. "And yet, you couldn’t save either of us. For weeks I have been posing as your student, further back then we took out Kuuth. It’s been fun but I have bigger fish to fry." Picking up the case and headed to the door, with a quick glance at Julian she walked out the door.
Tandy was humming to herself as Skirn was taking care of keeping the others at bay. She had her own work to do, like packing up this hammer, and leaving this goodie-two-shoes place that they called home. She had just put the lid on the hammer and sealed it shut when the sounds of more entering the room. Her once blue eyes were now black as she turned to two of them and she sighed, this was going to be a pain to deal with.
Julian had entered the room first, standing in the doorway with his jaw slack at the sight of Tandy (but not Tandy) as Scott slammed in behind him and pushed him forward. The momentary jostle pushed Julian out of his reverie, and he turned his attention back to the task at hand- his own hands detaching and slinking across the room in either direction, mere inches from the floor. "Tan-" he began, but his voice caught...what was this? With a gulp, he continued. "Tandy, w-what are you doing?"
"Uh oh. Lover boy is here." And with a flick of her wrist five daggers unleashed fading from black to white and back to black again. "Sorry not sorry."
"That's a cool trick," Scott noted, waving a hand at the daggers as he pivoted on one foot, his visual perception letting him dance through the daggers as they flew through the air. "Should we call you Strobe now? I'm afraid that doesn't belong to you, and your mother really should have taught you that stealing was wrong so... I'm gonna need you to put that back now and then surrender. My friend here would really like to have a discussion with you now."
"No. Scott Summers. You are wrong. These don't belong to you." The lights in the lab, what was left of them started to flicker as Tandy summoned their worst fears.
In the space of a flicker, where Tandy Bowen had been standing, the form of a new woman could be seen in the shadows of the failing lights. She was taller, with straight, impossibly black hair that seemed to suck in what little light there was around. Julian's breath caught in his throat as he stared, wide-eyed, as the subtle laugh of the Black Queen echoed in his head. He could feel the crawling, shredding sensation of barbed wire being forced into his feet; unable to move as it slowly crawled up his legs, tearing muscle and flesh. The pain was overwhelming, and he lashed out wildly sending bolts of telekinetic power in every direction. Each blast of unrestrained, unfocused power seemed to find purchase in the wrong place, and in his eyes, Julian watched as former friends and family members were destroyed by the impact- his little brother, Marie, Nick… Overwhelmed, Julian began to pull at any thread of force he could find, building a telekinetic maelstrom that could tear the room apart.
Where previously one figure had stood in front of him holding the hammer suddenly there were two, three four… Scott felt his breath catching in his throat as Tandy's form wavered, flowing into more and more bodies as the room seemed to flatten and recede. He wasn't in Kansas anymore, wasn't anywhere near the lab, the garden Scott stood in looked so familiar, he would walk through it every day on his way to the garage or just to the gates. The Mansion gardens were one of those places Scott knew like the back of his hand, or at least he thought he did. The gardens he knew though didn't have fires smouldering in the bushes, broken walls instead of the elegant walls Charles had built. The gardens he knew didn't have a carpet of dead bodies, the children who he had trained, the children who he had failed, their white sightless eyes staring at him accusingly. It was his job to guide them, to protect them and he'd failed, not a word was said, not a world needed to be said as the man felt the air rush out of his lungs, vision darkening as he felt the claws on panic sinking into his mind, it had happened again, he'd let them down again... all… again. Scott's hand clenched at his side, a red-eyed gaze snapping up to glare at Dweller, "How dare you... I live with that every day, and you drag it up," for a moment the X-Man didn't care that the body in front of him was Tandy, another student of his, he wanted to punch her face in. The man took a step forward, his hands coming up before he found himself thrown off his feet, his shoulder smashing into the wall as the air flowing out of his lungs in a pained gasp.
Tandy was impressed. A man who had fear but wasn’t made helpless by it, she hadn't meet one of those in a long time. "And yet, you couldn’t save either of us. For weeks I have been posing as your student, further back then we took out Kuuth. It’s been fun but I have bigger fish to fry." Picking up the case and headed to the door, with a quick glance at Julian she walked out the door.
