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iknowyourfear, aerial_bliss, regularexercise, enigmaestro, skrullactually, owwmyspine, evenharder, catmasked, canbleadernow.
WHERE: Norman Osborn's tower.
WHEN: After Norman's post, with Terry's post in bewteen.
WARNINGS: Use of Abby's sad-face icons.
SUMMARY: Abby's been discovered as a spy. Hideous things happen.
FORMAT: Quicklog.
NOTES: Refer to this post for plot information. Please tag yourselves in. I'll be organizing this post by different threads below!
[ He has this vivid memory. Stamford, Connecticut. It's a hot day, the worst kind of day to be outside in thick fatigues, dragging your feet through training drills. Sometimes he remembers better than others, what was said. But the one thing he never forgets is the way Abby looked when he transformed on her, the way she covered her ears and screamed. She'd been so scared of him.
Guilt sits heavy in his chest. He couldn't do that to her again. Never, ever wanted to do it again. She'd been one of the first people he wanted to help when his powers were finally under his control. She trusted him. And yet, here he was, outside her door on Norman Osborn's orders. There were reasons-- he was afraid for her, afraid that if he didn't do this, someone who cared less about what happened to her would get sent instead, or that Osborn would arrange a fate worse than interrogation-- but none of it seemed to make this okay.
He's getting sick of this kind of moral compromise. But what else can he do now?
He knocks on the door. Waits. ]
iknowyourfear, aerial_bliss, regularexercise, enigmaestro, skrullactually, owwmyspine, evenharder, catmasked, canbleadernow. WHERE: Norman Osborn's tower.
WHEN: After Norman's post, with Terry's post in bewteen.
WARNINGS: Use of Abby's sad-face icons.
SUMMARY: Abby's been discovered as a spy. Hideous things happen.
FORMAT: Quicklog.
NOTES: Refer to this post for plot information. Please tag yourselves in. I'll be organizing this post by different threads below!
[ He has this vivid memory. Stamford, Connecticut. It's a hot day, the worst kind of day to be outside in thick fatigues, dragging your feet through training drills. Sometimes he remembers better than others, what was said. But the one thing he never forgets is the way Abby looked when he transformed on her, the way she covered her ears and screamed. She'd been so scared of him.
Guilt sits heavy in his chest. He couldn't do that to her again. Never, ever wanted to do it again. She'd been one of the first people he wanted to help when his powers were finally under his control. She trusted him. And yet, here he was, outside her door on Norman Osborn's orders. There were reasons-- he was afraid for her, afraid that if he didn't do this, someone who cared less about what happened to her would get sent instead, or that Osborn would arrange a fate worse than interrogation-- but none of it seemed to make this okay.
He's getting sick of this kind of moral compromise. But what else can he do now?
He knocks on the door. Waits. ]
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Some day, all this moral compromise is going to catch up with him. He knows that. ]
Tell us the truth, Abby.
[ Terry's eyes glow red. ]
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Her knuckles are white from how tightly she's gripping the material of her pants. ]
I-I said, I don't. Have anything else to say.
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[Edward backed away into the shadows of his small outer room, pacing. He avoided watching Trauma. Avoided the memories that incited. Avoided any sentiment of guilt or remorse for the girl. He simply focused on the truth of the matter.]
She's standing up to you all.
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She stood up, walking over to them.]
You're lying. I will only tell you one more time. Tell us everything that you told Tony Stark.
[She looks over to Trauma.]
Make her talk, or I will.