X-Men Mission: Exorcism Robotica - Part 1
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xp_logsAfter Amanda’s post, Marie-Ange confronts her about the secrecy.
There was nothing like learning about a major operation than coming into a comms post completely cold.
In her head, Marie-Ange knew that coming out of her office with her phone in hand, pointing to the post and saying "what." was a little dramatic and cliche. "I am not even going to be sarcastic about this. I just need to know where this is coming from." She finally said, after a long moment of looking back and forth between Amanda and the phone screen.
Amanda turned from the office safe, out of which she had pulled several "big guns" of the magical kind - artifacts they'd collected over the years that were classed as too dangerous even for Avalon before that option had disappeared. She had a leather satchel slung across her body and she was loading it up as much as she could. "Sorry," she said rather shortly. "I got word from my source, the one from before, and needed the big guns. There wasn't time to explain." Certainly she seemed in a hurry as she closed the safe and reset the combination lock with a quick spin before settling the satchel on her shoulder.
"The mysterious source that has had you bouncing around all over the world?" Marie-Ange said, eyes narrowed. "And now you need the arsenal from Avalon and this is the demon lord again, yes? You sent an alert, you could have taken a minute to voice to text an explanation, something, so we would not be asking questions that slowed you down.”
“This is an X-Men op - I told the people who need to know what they needed to know.” Amanda sounded almost curt, but then her tone softened. “Yes, it’s the hell lord. I’ve been working on something that should take him down, and between the Brotherhood and the leather brigade, they should weaken him enough for it to work. But… I can’t use you. The spell only works with the people who were there originally. The ones his power’s touched.”
Marie-Ange let her head fall back and looked up at the ceiling tiles. "This is what you were in Paris for, the night I was in New Jersey for five hours of traffic. Why?" She shook her head, confused, and looked back at Amanda. "Why can you not tell me what is going on. X-Men or not, why is this such a secret?"
"Because it's not my secret to tell." Amanda's face twisted a little with the conflict she was feeling. "It's... complicated. Sort of like when you took off for New Orleans - it'll all come clean, but I can't risk letting you know anything, not just yet."
"Ugh." Marie-Ange deflated a little. "So this is something big, that I cannot see ahead, and ..." She cut herself off. "I am not upset with you, I am frustrated with the situation, but I need to stop speculating because I am going to look around the holes if I do not stop, and that is how I end up in the same situation as Christmas."
"I'll tell you everything when I'm able. But right now..." Amanda looked at her watch, biting her lip. "I have to go. Make sure the others don't go barging in? I wouldn't put it past Jubes to try and "save" me."
"I can. At worst, I will lie and tell them horrible things will happen if they barge in." It would probably not even be much of a lie. "Or just lie more and pretend I have no idea where you are. Be safe. When it is something like this and I cannot check to see if you are safe, I worry."
Amanda smiled and leaned forward to kiss Marie-Ange’s cheek. “Thanks for trusting me. See you when it’s done, love."
There was nothing like learning about a major operation than coming into a comms post completely cold.
In her head, Marie-Ange knew that coming out of her office with her phone in hand, pointing to the post and saying "what." was a little dramatic and cliche. "I am not even going to be sarcastic about this. I just need to know where this is coming from." She finally said, after a long moment of looking back and forth between Amanda and the phone screen.
Amanda turned from the office safe, out of which she had pulled several "big guns" of the magical kind - artifacts they'd collected over the years that were classed as too dangerous even for Avalon before that option had disappeared. She had a leather satchel slung across her body and she was loading it up as much as she could. "Sorry," she said rather shortly. "I got word from my source, the one from before, and needed the big guns. There wasn't time to explain." Certainly she seemed in a hurry as she closed the safe and reset the combination lock with a quick spin before settling the satchel on her shoulder.
"The mysterious source that has had you bouncing around all over the world?" Marie-Ange said, eyes narrowed. "And now you need the arsenal from Avalon and this is the demon lord again, yes? You sent an alert, you could have taken a minute to voice to text an explanation, something, so we would not be asking questions that slowed you down.”
“This is an X-Men op - I told the people who need to know what they needed to know.” Amanda sounded almost curt, but then her tone softened. “Yes, it’s the hell lord. I’ve been working on something that should take him down, and between the Brotherhood and the leather brigade, they should weaken him enough for it to work. But… I can’t use you. The spell only works with the people who were there originally. The ones his power’s touched.”
Marie-Ange let her head fall back and looked up at the ceiling tiles. "This is what you were in Paris for, the night I was in New Jersey for five hours of traffic. Why?" She shook her head, confused, and looked back at Amanda. "Why can you not tell me what is going on. X-Men or not, why is this such a secret?"
"Because it's not my secret to tell." Amanda's face twisted a little with the conflict she was feeling. "It's... complicated. Sort of like when you took off for New Orleans - it'll all come clean, but I can't risk letting you know anything, not just yet."
"Ugh." Marie-Ange deflated a little. "So this is something big, that I cannot see ahead, and ..." She cut herself off. "I am not upset with you, I am frustrated with the situation, but I need to stop speculating because I am going to look around the holes if I do not stop, and that is how I end up in the same situation as Christmas."
"I'll tell you everything when I'm able. But right now..." Amanda looked at her watch, biting her lip. "I have to go. Make sure the others don't go barging in? I wouldn't put it past Jubes to try and "save" me."
"I can. At worst, I will lie and tell them horrible things will happen if they barge in." It would probably not even be much of a lie. "Or just lie more and pretend I have no idea where you are. Be safe. When it is something like this and I cannot check to see if you are safe, I worry."
Amanda smiled and leaned forward to kiss Marie-Ange’s cheek. “Thanks for trusting me. See you when it’s done, love."
