capeandcowllogs | [ It is pitch black. You are likely to be eaten by a grue. ]

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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No guns. No bullets. Just Alex Summers striding up to meet the group in black combat gear, a far cry from his more colourful X-Men uniform. He was his own weapon, and he'd made sure to store as much energy as he could since Monet had contacted him.

He acknowledged Monet with a simple nod that said I'm here, and instinctively assessed the others. It was an assorted group gathered here, he thought, and not normally people he'd be fighting with. But he didn't have a problem with it-- not as long as they were all on the same side here.

Lorna arrived shortly after Alex, appearing in her own dark coloured clothing. She didn't have her X-woman uniform here, so the normal clothes worked for her.

She glanced over at Alex, giving him a bit of a look before turning her attention to Monet. She was ready to save Jamie, and she would kill if necessary. Jamie was not going to die again.

That was her only concern, not who else Monet rounded up.

"Well, I'll be an uncle's monkey! If'n it ain't Cryin' Havok and his psychotic paramour Poledances! What brings you into this turkey shoot? Oh, waaaaaait, that's right, the X-Factors that bind, back in the dizzy. Say, you have Doc Samson's number on speed dial? I could use a shrink whose head isn't a giant bell..."

"She's not psychotic and she's not my paramour and her codename's Polaris," he stated matter-of-factly as he gave Wade a blank stare. "Doc Samson isn't here, and X-Factor's disbanded but we're here for Jamie. Try to keep up, will you?"

"You lose your cool one time, and it haunts you forever," Lorna mused, smirking a little at Alex. "And Jamie's still our friend, obviously. We weren't going to stand back and let him die."

Aaaand cue Wade being a huge dick.

"Why you're friends with the Mutliple Mutt, I'll never know, but hey, we all go a little psycho sometimes, don't we, Poley? I mean, you had more than enough reason, from what I heard on the mutie gossip grapevine. I mean, c'mon, ditching you at the altar? Even if he was sparing the world the unfortunate union of two of the ca-RAZiest clans of freaks ever - seriously, like Jack Osborne marrying a Kardashian crazy - a real man would've done it before you plunked down cash on the gown."

It's what he does.

"Of course she had reason. But it's none of your business, Wade," Alex said with a barely-concealed flash of irritation. Part of it was residual shame at his actions, even though it had been so long ago, and part of it was annoyance that Lorna had to deal with it again.

He wasn't the one who wrecked her gown, anyway. She'd done an excellent job of that herself.

"Let's not discuss that. I've been in a perfectly good let's not hurt Alex mood, and it'd be a shame if it ended now," Lorna spoke, pretty much just saying it to tease Alex. "Besides, we need to go find Jamie."

"I think 'need' is far too strong a word, there, Pole-Locke."

Then, he leans in to whisper a little something to Lorna.

"Can't you at least guilt him into losing that ugly headwrap he keeps sporting?"

Monet bypassed Deadpool completely; let him talk to her back while she greeted Alex and Lorna. While she was grateful for the presence of the firing squad for their firepower, she appreciated Alex and Lorna for reasons completely unrelated. Their priority was Jamie.

"Alex, Lorna," she said, nodding toward the two. "Any questions?"

Alex clenched and unclenched his fists, testing out his new gloves and going through all the possible scenarios he could think up before answering Monet. "We go after Jamie first, secure him and then kill as many of Emplate's dupes as we can. That's the plan, yes?"

"I have absolutely no problem with that plan," Lorna nodded. "I'll be able to sense Jamie's magnetic field, so finding him won't be a problem."

Deadpool, of course, continues to talk to her back.

"Hello, Madame Trapezius. Lovely structure you're sporting today."

[ It is pitch black. You are likely to be eaten by a grue. ]

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Let me know if this is too much or screws things up for you and I'll delete and rewrite

lmao nope, it's great!

s'all good

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