Genosha: July 31st, 2021 - 6:40 AM
Veil & Casper & Sunshine
Location: Hellfire Manor
Skills: Mediumship
First Floor... Elixir felt incredibly awkward, seeing how clearly Miranda didn't want to really talk with him about any of this. He looked around the room, as if wishing for a pack of injured children to come, but it was silent - eerily so. It was just him and Magneto's girlfriend. He didn't know anything about Moneta really. She wasn't the most outgoing of people. But he also knew that, despite Callie's suggestion, going down into whatever battle was going on wasn't necessarily the best idea - he was a medic, not a brawler. And they'd need him in one piece.
But at the same time, standing with Moneta was incredibly awkward. "I think I'm... I'm going to go after them," he said. He awkwardly paused, before realizing he didn't know
where they had all gone. He was sure that he'd figure it out, right?
Instead, he got hopelessly lost (1 on a d20).
Basement... Veil nodded slightly, listening to what Jack was saying. She understood that he didn't want to talk to his father about all of this - she didn't even want to talk to Mister Sinister. However, she was alive and breathing air - Kris, Feedback, Cayden, Sapphire... They weren't here. She owed it to them to at least try. They would do the same thing for her, she was certain of it. And there were other mutants in the world who had died, ones she didn't know, if they could bring them back... Veil didn't know how many they could, but she knew that she had to try.
She just didn't know what the cost would be - what Sinister would demand in payment. He had brought his own son back. He didn't seem like the type who would do anyone else for free, without asking for something horrible in return. She didn't have money to bribe him with. The only thing she had of value was her mutant gift.
"I'll leave you out of it," she said quietly to him.
"Spark Plug... What's wrong?" Veil asked, noticing her friend start to freak out. She saw the ghostly specter of Kristina in front of them and tears began pouring from Veil's eyes again, but she couldn't focus on just Kris - not when Callie was clearly having some sort of a crisis.
"Are you... okay?" Pixie asked Kristina's ghost. "It doesn't hurt still, right?" Pixie's eyes weren't like normal eyes - they looked like solid black spheres, with a little shining spot of white indicating where her pupils were focusing on.
"I... I know," Casper told James, his voice trembling.
"But... I'm tired of being scared... and losing people," he admitted. For someone who was always talking, he wasn't always the best when it came to emotional vulnerability. The really deep feelings often times were kept back, with just the surface thoughts being blurted out. He turned his attention to Kris, still channeling her, wishing that her sister was still in the room with them - so that way those two could talk.
"Yeah, you... You fucking died," Casper admitted.
"Some toaster just... just fucking killed you and I'm so sorry. If... If you want to hang around, that's cool, Ben's good company... wherever he is... but there's also ghost Hawaii or whatever if you want to... you know, move on..." He didn't know what Kris wanted - he didn't know her enough to really know that. He didn't know if she believed in an afterlife or what she wanted done with her body now that she was dead.
"Can we... put her back in her body?" Pixie then asked, looking at Casper and James. She knew James was a healer - could he heal Kris' broken body and then bring her back?
"I don't think so?" Casper said, his voice squeaking slightly as honestly, he didn't know. He'd never had someone try to heal a corpse before.
Meanwhile, at the end of this hallway, Andy zapped the lock and fried it, allowing the door to unlock. Polaris came up behind her and snapped her fingers, the door creaking open. Behind it, Reeva was leaning up against the wall in a seated position, covered in blood, a gigantic gun in her hand. She fired reflexively and Polaris stopped the bullet, the bullet dropping harmlessly to the ground.
"Oh thank god it's you," Reeva said, breathing out through her nose.
"We need a medic quickly, Sophie and Phoebe have lost a lot of blood, but they're going to pull through. They're amazing telepaths, Emma would be so proud of them, they're a credit to her legacy." Polaris' eyes drifted over to the other side of the small panic room. The Three-in-One were sitting there, only one of them breathing. The other two were clearly dead, covered in blood, their hands limply covering the fatal wounds. Polaris didn't have the emotional strength to comfort anyone right now. Her own hands were shaking and each minute, she gravitated wildly between numbness, uncontrollable anger, and incomprehensible grief.
"Sure, we'll get them a medic," Polaris said.
"They're going to be okay. Girls, we're getting you help, just hang in there," Reeva said to the Three in One - now just the One. Just Esme. Poor Esme was unconscious, unaware that her sisters were gone.
Basement - A Few Hallways Over ... Maria grabbed onto Magneto with her bare hand, aiming to absorb powers from the Master of Magnetism. She absorbed a fraction of his power, but more than a fraction of his life force, sending the elderly Holocaust survivor down to his knees. But for all that power, Maria wasn't as skilled at using it as she perhaps should have been (as her dear wife could also control metal), only managing to cause some dents in the cyborg.
"If you steal my vitality from me again, it will be your last act," Magneto warned Maria, practically growling.
Echo's clones had some difficulty as well - even though the cyborg was largely disabled and immobilized, the material the cyborg was composed of
hurt to punch and kick. The clones ended up with hands and feet that would sting greatly and most likely bruise pretty badly, and not much damage was done to the cyborg.
"al'anzima δυσλειτουργία," the cyborg said, their voice sounding like nails dragging on a chalkboard. "Siostaman オフライン. Trusler saptanmış." They weren't speaking in one language - it was more a mismash, constantly bouncing from one to the other. Zari must've disabled something to do with language output.
"What's she saying?" Sunshine asked, looking at Zarina.
"You speak iPod, right?" she then asked. She didn't see much of a point in continuing to attack the cyborg, as it seemed to be out of commission, but she also would fully support everyone hitting it like a pinata in order to avenge Kris. Her eyes were already getting a little red and puffy from crying. Marrow had a bone spike in each hand, ready to go stab the cyborg once the clones were done surrounding it.
"Oh, she's saying that her systems are malfunctioning," Selene translated.
"Well done, Valkyrie. Perhaps later you can help me with my OnlyFans - the interface is a bit perplexing." "You have an OnlyFans? Aren't you a little old?" Marrow asked. Selene looked at least 45 to her, if not older. But then again, Selene seemed a little cooky with all the witch stuff anyways - and the things that came out of her mouth.
"...What's an OnlyFans?" Sunshine whispered to Marrow.
"I'll tell you when you're older, wifey," Marrow whispered back.
"Selvdestruksjon i loko ntlanu, katër, trei, два, एक..."
"She's activating her self destruct," Selene translated, before springing into action.
"Since time immemorial, I have been able to manipulate inorganic matter - including the bomb concealed in this woman's body," she explained, before rapidly rotating her wrists. The cyborg's body began to come apart piece by piece, and Selene pulled out the bomb inside of the cyborg. The bomb exploded and Selene pushed her hands together, containing the explosion by pure force of will.
She then walked forward, her heels clicking on the ground, and Selene tilted her head.
"Such a tragedy, they made your heart into the bomb," Selene said, before shrinking the exploding down further and then popping it into her mouth like it was a piece of popcorn chicken, and swallowing. Her skin took on a luminous property and Selene smiled, licking her lips ever so slightly.
"... That was hot..." Sunshine whispered.
