npevil (npevil) wrote in ofevil, @ 2009-09-22 12:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | lourdes |
Who: Lourdes Shaw & NPCs
When: Afternoon, September 22nd
Where: An Unknown Facility underneath Paris, though it starts in Italy.
What: Lourdes made the decision to go to see old associates, mostly just her mother, in spite of the anti-mutant sentiment and she's paying for that poor judgment.
Notes: The kickoff for our major plot.
Lourdes's Mother, the matron De Medici, had moved out into the Italian countryside to enjoy her retirement. That was where her daughter went to when she returned to Europe. Sitting outside with her on a bench, her head resting on her mother's shoulder, it was actually peaceful.
"I'm sorry I didn't come home sooner."
"Oh, it's fine, darling." Her mother petted her hands and smiled. "I know how things have been. They say such horrible things about your kind and that leader of yours specifically."
It was enough to make her sigh. "I don't want to talk about politics, Mother. I've never had the head for it, it is so much more Sebastian's thing."
"Oh, I know. Tell me, did you bring me pictures of my granddaughter?"
"Of course, Stephanie would send her love, if she knew I was here." They didn't talk about what her daughter did, it was something else Lourdes preferred to leave out. This was supposed to be a pleasant visit. All the horrid things that she could tell her about, but there was no reason to make things uncomfortable by discussing the general hatred of humans most mutants had. Lourdes remembered very well that her parents were human, her friends, even those she deemed her enemies were humans. She had come from that same stock, so she refused to treat them as less than herself. Like them or not. "I'll have to go get them out of my bag."
"Walk, Lourdes. Those who don't know, don't need to."
"Of course, Mama," she kissed the older woman on the forehead.
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That had been three days ago. Lourdes had since been fading in and out of consciousness, aware of one thing only...she hadn't been careful enough and Sebastian was going to be rather unhappy with outcome. If she ever saw him again.
Closing her eyes against the harsh glare of the overhead lights, she tried to go home. Nothing happened except that her head started to hurt worse.
The woman was too tired to truly panic. Instead, she brushed her hair out of her eyes and looked around. It was a prison cell with bright white overhead lights. She couldn't see beyond the door, but she wasn't alone there. Men in coats came and went, made notes, gave her something.
She's simply too old for the Chevalier project.
We can still harvest from her.
Those two voices would speak occasionally in her hearing, close enough that she began to remember them. Doctors, scientists, something. They might have been in charge. She didn't know. All she wanted was to go home. To see her husband and her daughter and never do this again.