X-Men Mission: Town Called Malice - Log 5
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xp_logsClarice and Jean are ambushed in spectacular fashion.
If Clarice had a nickel for every damn ex-military bunker, she wouldn't need to be an X-Man or anything else for that matter, she'd be wealthy and retired on a private island. Seriously, how many billions had been spent worldwide to build these things and then abandon them or re-purpose them for nefarious purposes? And then, get destroyed. Because that was probably what the X-Men were best at: creating rubble. Moving cautiously, Clarice kept a lookout for anyone, but other than the bodies, no one was alive. So far. The problem was, someone had made those other people dead. Someone that their intel thought was still there.
While Clarice kept an eye out, Jean kept her mind open to see if she could sense anyone. Crouching down, she closed the eyes of one of the dead men. Their deaths were still relatively fresh, so the smell of decay wasn't pronounced. She wondered who would be the one to bury the bodies, if they had families who were waiting on them to come home. Or were they just alone: unloved, a body forgotten in a windowless room?
~No one yet~ she said as she stood up. ~It's too quiet.~
Beside her, one of the dead men suddenly moved, lunging forward and touching his fingers to Clarice's face. He was covered in blood and gore, but behind the mask, his eyes flared red for a moment. Clarice had no time to react as suddenly his power whiplashed through her. Or, more accurately, her powers suddenly went out of control. A thousand micro-portals opened and closed around her, creating a mini-sonic boom as air was sucked out and rushed back in within the same half second. In an effort to avoid being torn apart, Clarice portaled blindly, trying to escape the cascading arcs of energy that pulled away her control and activating her power. With a flash, she was gone.
"Well, that was more interesting than I expected." The man wiped away some of the blood from his head, flicking it to the ground dismissively. "Boss lady was right though." He touched a couple of small wounds on his arms, where the micro-portals had opened into flesh, creating small holes. "That is one dangerous purple bitch."
If Clarice had a nickel for every damn ex-military bunker, she wouldn't need to be an X-Man or anything else for that matter, she'd be wealthy and retired on a private island. Seriously, how many billions had been spent worldwide to build these things and then abandon them or re-purpose them for nefarious purposes? And then, get destroyed. Because that was probably what the X-Men were best at: creating rubble. Moving cautiously, Clarice kept a lookout for anyone, but other than the bodies, no one was alive. So far. The problem was, someone had made those other people dead. Someone that their intel thought was still there.
While Clarice kept an eye out, Jean kept her mind open to see if she could sense anyone. Crouching down, she closed the eyes of one of the dead men. Their deaths were still relatively fresh, so the smell of decay wasn't pronounced. She wondered who would be the one to bury the bodies, if they had families who were waiting on them to come home. Or were they just alone: unloved, a body forgotten in a windowless room?
~No one yet~ she said as she stood up. ~It's too quiet.~
Beside her, one of the dead men suddenly moved, lunging forward and touching his fingers to Clarice's face. He was covered in blood and gore, but behind the mask, his eyes flared red for a moment. Clarice had no time to react as suddenly his power whiplashed through her. Or, more accurately, her powers suddenly went out of control. A thousand micro-portals opened and closed around her, creating a mini-sonic boom as air was sucked out and rushed back in within the same half second. In an effort to avoid being torn apart, Clarice portaled blindly, trying to escape the cascading arcs of energy that pulled away her control and activating her power. With a flash, she was gone.
"Well, that was more interesting than I expected." The man wiped away some of the blood from his head, flicking it to the ground dismissively. "Boss lady was right though." He touched a couple of small wounds on his arms, where the micro-portals had opened into flesh, creating small holes. "That is one dangerous purple bitch."
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Date: 2022-10-22 10:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-10-23 02:06 am (UTC)This is so evocative of what kind of person Jean is - thoughtful, caring, and right now, troubled with heavy emotion. It's a nice mournful touch before the big flash and I like it SO much for that.