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WHO:
jamie_prime and
mouth_breathing;
superxgrlfriend,
doubleoohbaby,
hhhhfuckedagain,
wadewilson and
deadredbird;
apocalypsewench and
cry_andletloose
WHERE: A warehouse outside the city.
WHEN: Late Saturday/early Sunday
SUMMARY: Emplate nabbed Jamie for noms and now there are Emplate!dupes waiting for Monet to walk into his trap. He probably wasn't expecting her to bring a few people who don't mind shooting him in the face.
WARNINGS: Violence and character death.
FORMAT: I'm going with quick para for now, but whatever you guys want, really. Tag yourselves in when you're available!
[ Monet distracts herself with clothing, checking and rechecking her gloves, stretching out new leather, scuffing her heels against the pavement. It's dark at the rendezvous point and she's alone for the moment, drowning in her thoughts, so concentrating on the physical material is helping to keep her from asking herself, over and over, as she's asked herself every day for last seven years, why. Why her, why her family, why ever, why now? Why couldn't her brother have been born with the X-gene that allowed him to propel through the air like a rocket or turn into a giant rock? Would it even have made a difference? Would anything? Would he have still turned out this way, so angry, bitter, evil?
Monet knows so much but this she'll never know. What if, what if, what if. A dangerous game to play on a good day. This is not a good day.
She crosses her arms over her chest and waits for her team, and picks the lint from her coat because it's easier than wondering if her father would ever forgive her, or why she needs his forgiveness at all. ]
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WHERE: A warehouse outside the city.
WHEN: Late Saturday/early Sunday
SUMMARY: Emplate nabbed Jamie for noms and now there are Emplate!dupes waiting for Monet to walk into his trap. He probably wasn't expecting her to bring a few people who don't mind shooting him in the face.
WARNINGS: Violence and character death.
FORMAT: I'm going with quick para for now, but whatever you guys want, really. Tag yourselves in when you're available!
[ Monet distracts herself with clothing, checking and rechecking her gloves, stretching out new leather, scuffing her heels against the pavement. It's dark at the rendezvous point and she's alone for the moment, drowning in her thoughts, so concentrating on the physical material is helping to keep her from asking herself, over and over, as she's asked herself every day for last seven years, why. Why her, why her family, why ever, why now? Why couldn't her brother have been born with the X-gene that allowed him to propel through the air like a rocket or turn into a giant rock? Would it even have made a difference? Would anything? Would he have still turned out this way, so angry, bitter, evil?
Monet knows so much but this she'll never know. What if, what if, what if. A dangerous game to play on a good day. This is not a good day.
She crosses her arms over her chest and waits for her team, and picks the lint from her coat because it's easier than wondering if her father would ever forgive her, or why she needs his forgiveness at all. ]
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Deadpool's loaded for bear, swords and heavy guns strapped to his back, spinning a pair of guns on his fingers.
"Crap, I just quoted a Roland Emmerich movie. That's not a good sign."
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If she didn't end up dead, she was going to end up with a colossal headache.
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Despite the sleaze, he's definitely focused on business.
"So gimme the skinny, Skinny. How's this lookin' to go down?"
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Monet's lips turned upward in what might have been a ghost of a smile. "We have a few advantages. First, we know it's a trap. Second, he's definitely not fast enough to dodge bullets. Most importantly, I have a much greater understanding of Jamie's powers than Marius does. Every time a duplicate dies, Jamie suffers incapacitating psychic backlash."
Marius really had no idea how much Jamie suffered.
Now he would know.
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"You think he suffered that when he sucked up Terry's kid?"
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Ch-chakk.
"As long as he suffered. Hope your brother went anal probe on him."
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Wait for it.
"When my mouth has something better to do."
Wait for it.
"Or someone better to do."
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Waving his index finger wildly at her.
"You *hffff* You all heard her! *hkkkkk* *wheeeeeeze* She never *hff* wants me *hfff* to shut up!*"
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Zing. Good night, everybody!