Matt & Darcy | Tactical Retreat
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xp_logs(Backdated) Darcy and Matt arrive back at the mansion the morning after Hope Summers arrives, take in the damage, and make a tactical retreat.
Darcy didn't bother pulling all the way into the garage as they arrived back at Xavier's, merely observing the damage she could see from the driveway. "Right, well. I'm sure as fuck not staying here when I've only just barely been cleared to use the stairs again," she said as she turned the ignition off and looked at Matt. "So. Marci said I could stay in her spare since a spontaneous trip to my family couldn't be worked out. Help me upstairs to pack? Doug said there wasn't damage to my room, but I'm not willing to stay here and risk it."
Taking a breath, Matt nodded, pulling his phone out and quickly sending a series of texts. "Describe the damage?" he asked, getting it and going around to help Darcy and ignoring the bite of cold air. His powers were great for general navigation and whatnot, but they lacked a lot of nuanced detail.
"I know the kitchen got destroyed from Doug's texts, but visible... Looks like a lot of damage to the windows. Some are blown out close to entirely, others are cracked or missing panes." She took Matt's elbow and leveraged herself out of the car carefully, holding on tightly as they made their way to the front door. "Front door is fucked, looks like one side is just hanging on a single–" there was a creak as a gust of wind blew past them, followed by the bang of the hinge holding the front door in place giving way. "Never mind. We're going to have to climb over and around the doors, fuck me."
"Climb on," Matt suggested, "Or you can trust me to pack your bag and you can wait in the car?" he doubted that Darcy would take the second option, but he had to offer.
"I can walk, just... carefully. You might actually want your cane too, if you've got it on you. There's enough debris that there's no possible way we're both going to see it all." They were close enough to the doors that she could actually see the small bit of clearance to wiggle around them, and a second path over the first fallen door that looked stable enough. Direct it was, then.
Darcy stepped up gingerly, relaxing just slightly as the door didn't move. "Stairwell's a mess too," she reported. "Bannister's half torn out, there's a human-sized hole in the wall next to it." She looked carefully in each direction. "Looks like a whole ceiling cave-in too. What the fuck."
Pulling his cane from his back pocket, Matt unsnapped the clasp and let it unfurl, tapping it on the floor to make sure it was locked in. Clicking his tongue, he moved in a careful circle taking in what had happened. "Good lord," he murmured, "I'd think this was a tactical attack, not.... one person."
"One whole teenager, apparently." Darcy agreed, though. It looked more like a small group had made a mess of it but somehow missed load-bearing areas. Odd, that. Or lucky. "I hope nobody was particularly in love with the big chandelier, because it's in pieces and chunks. Maybe I'll pack for two or three weeks instead. Marci won't mind me as a longer houseguest in exchange for some cooking."
Okay, actually, the teenager part made it more believable. Teenagers were hurricanes without powers. With powers, he honestly wondered how Xavier's stayed standing as long as it had. "Rub her feet when she gets home and take off those weapons she calls heels and she might just keep you," Matt quipped using his cane to push things out of his path.
"Long term without buffers there's no way we'd be a good couple," Darcy replied with a laugh. "My hand won't let me right now anyhow, but my first PT is scheduled for a few weeks after the new year. I think they're gonna scan and see if they think I need surgery or not then. Hopefully not, I don't want to be out of the field for six months." They slowly moved up the stairs, avoiding the worst of any lingering debris. "I can get to my room fine, if you want to split here. Pack and meet back in 30?"
Marci was a shark, and if you weren't useful then she had no reason to keep you around. For all that she and Matt disagreed on nearly everything, she found him useful. "But her parents love you," he gave her a quick kiss as he headed for his own room. "Back in 30!"
Darcy didn't bother pulling all the way into the garage as they arrived back at Xavier's, merely observing the damage she could see from the driveway. "Right, well. I'm sure as fuck not staying here when I've only just barely been cleared to use the stairs again," she said as she turned the ignition off and looked at Matt. "So. Marci said I could stay in her spare since a spontaneous trip to my family couldn't be worked out. Help me upstairs to pack? Doug said there wasn't damage to my room, but I'm not willing to stay here and risk it."
Taking a breath, Matt nodded, pulling his phone out and quickly sending a series of texts. "Describe the damage?" he asked, getting it and going around to help Darcy and ignoring the bite of cold air. His powers were great for general navigation and whatnot, but they lacked a lot of nuanced detail.
"I know the kitchen got destroyed from Doug's texts, but visible... Looks like a lot of damage to the windows. Some are blown out close to entirely, others are cracked or missing panes." She took Matt's elbow and leveraged herself out of the car carefully, holding on tightly as they made their way to the front door. "Front door is fucked, looks like one side is just hanging on a single–" there was a creak as a gust of wind blew past them, followed by the bang of the hinge holding the front door in place giving way. "Never mind. We're going to have to climb over and around the doors, fuck me."
"Climb on," Matt suggested, "Or you can trust me to pack your bag and you can wait in the car?" he doubted that Darcy would take the second option, but he had to offer.
"I can walk, just... carefully. You might actually want your cane too, if you've got it on you. There's enough debris that there's no possible way we're both going to see it all." They were close enough to the doors that she could actually see the small bit of clearance to wiggle around them, and a second path over the first fallen door that looked stable enough. Direct it was, then.
Darcy stepped up gingerly, relaxing just slightly as the door didn't move. "Stairwell's a mess too," she reported. "Bannister's half torn out, there's a human-sized hole in the wall next to it." She looked carefully in each direction. "Looks like a whole ceiling cave-in too. What the fuck."
Pulling his cane from his back pocket, Matt unsnapped the clasp and let it unfurl, tapping it on the floor to make sure it was locked in. Clicking his tongue, he moved in a careful circle taking in what had happened. "Good lord," he murmured, "I'd think this was a tactical attack, not.... one person."
"One whole teenager, apparently." Darcy agreed, though. It looked more like a small group had made a mess of it but somehow missed load-bearing areas. Odd, that. Or lucky. "I hope nobody was particularly in love with the big chandelier, because it's in pieces and chunks. Maybe I'll pack for two or three weeks instead. Marci won't mind me as a longer houseguest in exchange for some cooking."
Okay, actually, the teenager part made it more believable. Teenagers were hurricanes without powers. With powers, he honestly wondered how Xavier's stayed standing as long as it had. "Rub her feet when she gets home and take off those weapons she calls heels and she might just keep you," Matt quipped using his cane to push things out of his path.
"Long term without buffers there's no way we'd be a good couple," Darcy replied with a laugh. "My hand won't let me right now anyhow, but my first PT is scheduled for a few weeks after the new year. I think they're gonna scan and see if they think I need surgery or not then. Hopefully not, I don't want to be out of the field for six months." They slowly moved up the stairs, avoiding the worst of any lingering debris. "I can get to my room fine, if you want to split here. Pack and meet back in 30?"
Marci was a shark, and if you weren't useful then she had no reason to keep you around. For all that she and Matt disagreed on nearly everything, she found him useful. "But her parents love you," he gave her a quick kiss as he headed for his own room. "Back in 30!"
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Date: 2024-01-03 08:03 am (UTC)