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

[superxgrlfriend.livejournal.com]

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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[apocalypsewench]

"He's very close, Alex," Lorna spoke as she followed the feeling in her fingertips. She knew Alex didn't like working this way, but she chose not to comment on it. If Jamie was hurt, she honestly didn't care if Emplate's head was cut off.

"This way," she gestured down a hallway.

[ trying something new-- BEAR WITH ME ]

[jamie-prime.livejournal.com]

[ And here we have the plucky hero-- beaten, restrained, and in the center of a dankly lit warehouse. If this were any more noir...

Now... I'm also reminded of a long night in the city-- heh heh-- but big ugly didn't look the type for safe words. ]

[ He tries to sigh, but the mouth guard jammed in his mouth keeps him from doing that and instead he just drools a little bit; he still manages a mumbled one and a roll of his eyes. ]

[ Actually, I'm reminded of waaaaaaay too many situations like this. He tries wringing the metal braces locking his wrists down, but all it manages to do is bruise that supple skin of his. God, I'm really gonna die this time, aren't I? By a bunch of geriatrics with dreadlocks. ]

Wnndrfrllll...

[cry-andletloose.livejournal.com]

They came upon the door soon enough, which Alex immediately started scrutinising. Perfect, he thought. It didn't look like it would be able to withstand his blasts or Lorna's magnetic powers. Let alone both of them together.

"You get the hinges, I'll get the door, we both get ready for whatever's behind them," he said to her. "On the count of three--"

Goddamnit they were going get Jamie out no matter what.

[apocalypsewench]

Lorna nodded, holding her hands out. At the count of three, they broke down the door together, and Lorna stepped inside first. Their abilities always worked together so well, and even now that hadn't changed.

This was the first time these powers had almost felt natural.

"Jamie?!"

[jamie-prime.livejournal.com]

[ His relief was palpable, and he laughed-- as best he could with his mouth gagged. ]

RRRNA! AREX!!

[cry-andletloose.livejournal.com]

[Alex is a hundred different kinds of relieved that Jamie isn't dead this time and it shows on his face. He's skittish at first, but it doesn't seem to be a trap either-- the coast is clear.]

Hang on, we got you!

[He removes the gag but the restraints are made of metal, so he turns to Lorna.]

[apocalypsewench]

[Lorna holds her hands out, her eyes glowing as all the restraints unbuckle and go away.]

Alex, get him.

[It takes a minute, but Jamie's free now.]

[jamie-prime.livejournal.com]

[ Jamie drops from his restraints to the ground with slumped shoulders, and he rubs gently at his wrists for a minute before smiling as brightly as he could muster behind his bruises. The hugs and rejoicing would have to wait for later. ]

What are you guys doing here???

[ He quickly realizes the impossible likelihood that they came alone. His powers were still wonky in the city, and they would need all the help they could get. 20 Madroxes did not equal 20 Emplates. ]

Are there others with you?

orz

[cry-andletloose.livejournal.com]

[Alex moves in to stand by Jamie, in case he needs any support. Oh hell he drapes Jamie's arm over his shoulder any way. Can't have him falling over; besides, he needs to conserve his strength for the Emplate fight that's sure to follow.]

Rescuing you, princess. Monet rounded us up, and a couple of her friends. Deadpool, Bond, Jason Todd-- needed all the help she could get against Emplate, I guess.

[apocalypsewench]

[Lorna moves to the other side of Jamie and smiles.]

Yeah, that Emplate idiot's going down.