aom_npc_nine (aom_npc_nine) wrote in age_of_miracles, @ 2008-01-23 14:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | attack of the clones, threnody, wicked |
Log: Wicked and Threnody
Who: Gwen Adamson and Melody Jacobs
When: January 23, 2008
Where: Kitchen; The Lair
What: So two necromancers walk in to a kitchen...
There were just some things that you didn't mess with and one of those things were cloning people who were declared dead and throw them back in to the mix with people who knew them all too well. It was apparent that Sinister had nothing in particular planned for her. She was there to simply get under everyone's skin and play twisted mind games with them. Though, if the being who had become Gwen had known just what she was and where she had come from, she would have been sure that Sinister hadn't planned for a necromancer to be present within the Brotherhood.
But there was and Gwen had been avoiding her like a plague. She wasn't afraid of her per say, but it would cause problems and she had a feeling if she continued to be found out, it would be the end of her rather quickly.
At the moment, she was keeping herself busy in the kitchen, digging through the fridge and not really finding anything worth snacking on. Even the cherry popsicles were gone and only orange was left. It wasn't as bad as grape, at least that was what she knew, but orange was almost as bad.
Melody had to eat sometime, but the supposedly dead people walking around was really pissing her off, if only because it had a bunch of validly dead people bitching and moaning to her. What a pain in the ass. So she didn’t hang out around the Lair’s common areas more than she could help. It figured, though, that when she caved and went to the kitchen that the one person in there would be Wicked. Or… whoever this girl was who was pretending to be Wicked, because Threnody had no doubt in her mind that this was an imposter.
“Oh for fuck’s sake…” she muttered, glaring at the girl’s back. “There’s another clue. Since you eat, I guess.” Her eyes narrowed and she crossed her arms over her chest. “Seriously, girl. We’re going to have to throw down if you keep this up.”
Wicked turned her attention from the fridge to the other girl and gave a roll of her eyes. "I don't know why it bothers you sooo~ much that I'm here." Really. The clone didn't get it. To her, she thought she was who she had been created to be and that everything was peachy keen and fine within her world.
"Obviously people are pretty okay with me wandering around except for you. I think you just need to get over it. Really. It would make life so much better for you, I'm sure." She gave a mock frown and gave the girl a pat on the head. "Now, if you'll excuse me..."
Threnody practically growled, especially in response to the demeaning pat on the head. If Gwen was trying to get on her nerves, she was doing a brilliant job of it. “Hold it.” Almost instantaneously, what looked like a decaying corpse materialized in the doorway of the kitchen. That description wasn’t really too far off, considering that the zombies Melody created were decaying corpses, but she doubted that it would have the same shock value on another necromancer as it usually did with regular people.
At least the zombie had enough strength to throw a person clear through the metal walls of the Lair.
"Oh look. You can conjure up dead things, too. Aren't you sweet." The clone turned to look back at Melody and tutted, shaking her head. "Look girly. I was the original necromancer around here and that's how it's going to stay. Got it? So I suggest you take your little dead show and flash in front of someone who will freak the fuck out." With that, her own glowing body guard ghost entity materialized looking quite ready to take down the corpse if needed.
"But I doubt they'd really appreciate you messing up the kitchen with all your corpses' gross parts."
Though Melody had looked pissed moments before, the second Gwen summoned a ghost, she looked pleased. “That’s what I was hoping you’d do.” Because that sort of narrowed things down considerably. Definitely not a shapeshifter, or an illusionist; Threnody could tell that the ghost was, in fact, a ghost and not just an attempt to pretend to manifest Wicked’s abilities.
“Gwen Adamson was chipped. You can’t remove a Messiah Chip without killing a person, bitch.”
Chipped? Obviously that was something that was missed as she couldn't recall anything about a chip. No matter. It obviously wasn't important. She could try and work around it even if she didn't know much about it.
"Please. If someone wanted to get this chip out of someone, they'd find a way to get it out." Because technology was advanced and all that nonsense. "I still don't see why I bother you so much. So what if you finally make people believe I'm a clone? Obviously people are happy that I'm here, so why don't you just leave the subject alone, huh?"
As far as Melody knew, there was no way to get a Messiah Chip out of someone… at least not without frying their neurological system and killing them. But that was completely irrelevant given Gwen’s next comment. Clone? She’d had a few hunches but the actual word clone hadn’t specifically come to mind until Gwen said it. And, once she did, it was all so obvious that Melody felt like smacking herself in the forehead.
“I knew it. I motherfucking knew it.” She wasn’t really sure how she could be talking to a person’s clone, but then, who knew what shit people did in secret laboratories. It would have brought up the question of who had cloned Wicked, except Melody was too gleeful at the fact that she’d been right that Gwen wasn’t really Gwen. “You think people want your nasty-assed freak self walking around pretending to be the real Wicked? I don’t think so.”
"And what are you going to do about it, huh?" Wicked shook her head and turned away from Melody. She had better things to do. Like continue on with whatever life she was living now. Everyone was fine and people were happy. That was just fine, right? Right. She really didn't see any problems with what was going on even if she wasn't the real Wicked.
"Just let it go and go on about your business, kiddo. You'll be better off that way."
So beside the point.Gwen hadn’t insisted on calling her kiddo and treating her like she was younger and stupider. It certainly would have been more mature to just let someone else deal with it instead of picking a fight in the kitchen with a clone. A clone. A goddamn clone. It blew her mind.
So beside the point.
More reacting than thinking, her zombie vanished and Melody used the energy from it to create a blast of energy in her hands… which she directed towards Gwen.
Which Gwen hadn't been expecting at all and went flying forward in to the wall across from the kitchen doorway and slid down to the floor. Bitch had not just done. No. She was just imagining it, but the pain definitely proved otherwise.
Getting to her feet, the small trickle of blood from her nose made it obvious that there was definitely breakage somewhere and she cracked her neck. "That...was a very bad move on your part." And with a silent request, two ghosts rose from the ground and, upon turning tangible, lunged back towards Melody back in the kitchen.
Pure instinct caused two zombies to rise up to meet Gwen’s ghosts and take the impact. Melody glared at the other woman from the other side of the standoff. She was half-tempted to just let their zombies and ghosts fight to the death. She didn’t know a whole lot about how Gwen’s powers worked, but Melody was pretty sure that between the energy she could take from her zombies’ injuries and the death energy in Gwen’s ghosts, she’d have plenty to fight with for a good while.
Of course, trying to explain a huge dead-person-caused mess would be a little trickier. Scowling from behind her zombies ---- she really would have rather had a hair-pulling, scratching and biting cat fight than have the dead do her dirty work for her, but she wasn’t stupid ---- Melody practically growled. “I’ll just let the people in charge deal with you. Maybe they’ll dissect you. See if your insides are the same as Wicked’s the way your outsides are.”
The ghosts met the zombies and at Melody's comment, Gwen gave a huff and dismissed the ghosts, shaking her head. "Good. Let them. You can go on and keep telling me what's real and what's not. Whatever. I don't care and they won't care either, so you'll just waste your breath." She gave a mock yawn in to her hand and shrugged with a cocky smile on her face.
"Now, again, if you'll excuse me. I have some things to take care of." And Gwen turned with a bit of a huff and muttered a quiet amateur as she headed down the hallway.