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Tweak says, "join the madness!"

Darius Alexander Summers (dasummers) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2009-03-21 19:24:00

Entry tags:

darius summers, jean grey, purifiers plot, remy lebeau

Who: Darius, Remy, Jean, NPCs
Where: The Purifier's base
When: early Sunday morning
Warnings: random power manifestation, allusions to violence, daring rescues.

Darius groaned as he regained consciousness. The last thing he could remember was being in a truck of some kind. Or maybe a plane. It was hard to tell. He wiggled a little, grumbling. They'd bound him tightly, and his hands were asleep. But so far that was the worst thing, beside the missing tooth and the swelling on that side of his face. But that was old. He remembered getting those.

So they hadn't done anything to him in his sleep. By all rights he should be dead, so that was a blessing. This group didn't seem as well organized as the ones he knew about. That left him with what, exactly?

No eyesight. No mobility. Legs and arms trapped. No gag, though.

"Hello? What was the safety word again?" The joke surprised him, but only for a moment. But only a moment. Hearing his own voice seemed to enervate him, and he wiggled into a more comfortable position, taking stock of the noises around him.

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	knaveofhearts 2009-03-22 11:07 pm UTC (link)
	He shook his head. "I don't think dey did, Jean. I haven't heart dem talk about it or seen any syringes. Not when dey worked me over or t'check on de cell. But we know t'ings can go from bad t'worse, easily. If dey are here, and Sinister's been about..." He shuddered hard, uncontrollably. "Call me paranoid, Jean. Too used to rough times. Sorry." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

nomorephoenix
2009-03-22 11:10 pm UTC (link)

"I don't know. If that's even a worry. . . Shit."

She sighed, running her hand through her hair. "Okay. So we can't go back to the compound. There are too many people there. My house is relatively secluded, and I've never really talked about my powers on the board, so I think it might be the safest place. I'm going to tell Alex to turn around, and then we're going to fly to the closest portkey. Anything I didn't take into account?"

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knaveofhearts
2009-03-22 11:21 pm UTC (link)

"De worrisome strain to your system in doing such?" he frowned at her, thick scolding tone. "Jean, really."

He shook his head. "Unless dey too used de portkeys, and if dey don't like us I doubt it, dey had to use some kind of transport t'get us here."

"How about a few of us find deir cars, pile people in, you carry de serious cases et we converge at de portkey or empty slash secure warehouse for pick up?"

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nomorephoenix
2009-03-22 11:25 pm UTC (link)

"Pfft. I'm already a Clairol Red Robin, a few more grey hairs won't hurt." Had they used the portkeys? She wasn't sure. They had at least had some knowledge of them, since that seemed to be where they'd congregated. "Alright. But everybody needs to avoid contact with other people if they possibly can. No windows rolled down, and we park the cars inside the warehouse. You know about anything big and empty in Milan?"

If anyone would have an encyclopedic knowledge of the various hiding places of the world, Remy would.

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	knaveofhearts 2009-03-22 11:39 pm UTC (link)
	He nodded, feeling better about not taxing her abilities. It'd be tricky to get people to cooperate without panicking, but doable. "Dere's de national museum's secondary storage, de Vatican's porthouse,... Italian customs will at least have food on site, fresh from quarantine. I suppose de mob's docks are out." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

nomorephoenix
2009-03-23 09:40 am UTC (link)

"Customs. It'll serve two purposes at once, and there's a portkey close to the area, if I remember correctly. Unless you think the mob would let us borrow a ship to quarantine a bunch of possibly diseased mutants."

She nodded, then turned toward the crowd of people, sighing. In the light, they didn't look good at all. "How many of you can still drive?"

A few hands went up. Well, at least there was that. "Alright. We're going to drive to a portkey, and go to Rome. Remy will lead you from the portkey there to customs, where we'll regroup. After that we'll be going to Milan, and getting on a bus there to a safe house. Once we're there, I'll contact a doctor and organize a way to get him to us, or get us to him."

Her voice held calm assurance. She'd learned how to deal with large crowds of people, and this was just like leading a student assembly. Only instead of reckless teenagers this was a pack of complete strangers who had no reason to listen to her. Part of her wished Scott had been the one to find this crowd instead of her. But most people seemed to understand, and there were a few sporadic nods from some of the lucid members of the group.

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knaveofhearts
2009-03-23 11:18 am UTC (link)

Remy stood behind the woman, admiring just how natural this leadership thing was for her. Not his thing, and he had no problem with it, but seeing her in action was inspiring. Those that held questioning looks saw his trust and obedience to her and complied. He picked up a teenaged girl with a twisted leg, who thankfully stopped crying, and headed to the compound's garage with the pack of dazed and tired people in tow.

The keys were either on hooks or with the gaurds, so he spent a few minutes hotwiring the nondescript vans to life. Jean was consoling some frightened people having bad reactions to the vehicles they had been stolen in.

Eight rumbling vans began to sluggishly exit the garage, in the proper direction for their escape.

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nomorephoenix
2009-03-23 11:22 am UTC (link)

Jean set off to get transport on the other side, enclosing herself in a tight telekinetic bubble, to keep any virii she might be carrying inside. She contact Hank and told him the situation.

She also warned Scott and Bruce about the posibility of the virus being used by the Purifiers.

Getting a bus in Milan was easier than she'd expected. She started the engine with her powers, sealing it to keep germs in. She drove toward customs, anxious to get the group to safety.

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knaveofhearts
2009-03-23 12:20 pm UTC (link)

Remy was smiling his best, convincing smile. There were four guards at the customs, two were particularly dour and he had to rely on his charm and smooth-talking more than he had in a long time. The herd of tired, sullen and dirty people behind him, ready to fall asleep standing up, didn't look much like an tour crowd and the old Italian grandfather raised his eyebrow at the mutant.

"Plaza de la Concord open market" he shrugged helplessly. "Tough strip."

Finally they were let in, shuffled like sheep after Remy, to a most empty warehouse for produce checked out of quarantine. The people did not need to be told to eat and Remy stood outside, waiting for Jean with a bright red mango.

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nomorephoenix
2009-03-23 02:07 pm UTC (link)

About an hour later, Jean arrived at customs. The bus was much more efficient when it didn't have to worry about things like gas. Jean smiled at the guards, and quickly made them forget the group, slipping past to meet with Remy. She checked on everyone, nodding as she looked around. "Okay. I've got transport, and Hank and I came up with a plan. Just one last hop to go."

She sighed, pulling her hair back into a ponytail. "And then the bickering over showers can commence. Hank's going to come to us, get everyone under quaratine. The house should be big enough to get everyone comfortable." For a moment she let herself contemplate what it would mean if the Purifiers had used the virus. But that was something to worry about later. No need to scare anyone else more than they already were, Remy included.

"Alright. I'm ready to go rally the troops if you are."

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knaveofhearts
2009-03-23 02:25 pm UTC (link)

He pulled away from the door jamb he had been lounging against and keeping watch, nodding as she spoke.

"Sounds like a bon plan, even if I don' like worryin' de good doctor."
He tossed the mango to her. "I rally. You take a break, Cheri."

Walking back into the area where people were feeding, dozing or checking their makeshift triage, he called them up to their feet. Most numbly followed, tired and anxious for a rest and safe place. The few resisting the orders and starting to make a row were put in place with a red and black glare and a wolfish grin.

The bus lurched and ambled away towards Milan and hopefully peace and quiet.

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	nomorephoenix 2009-03-23 04:21 pm UTC (link)
	Jean let Remy take over, weary and grateful. The last time she'd used her powers this much had been a long time ago. Nearly as soon as the bus was rolling, Jean was asleep. She'd given Remy directions, and the likelihood of them being stopped was low. She trusted Remy to get them all home safely. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

knaveofhearts
2009-03-23 04:45 pm UTC (link)

Remy steered the bus rather well for a land tanker, having forgotten the road rules of Italy for five minutes before switching to the proper side. He followed the directions Jean had left in his head, as if this was an ol' paper route, smiling faintly when she finally fell asleep. Most of the bus followed her example, nodding and drifting off after the harrowing event.

A few hours later, the bus stopped and parked at the mansion with a relieved sigh of its own. Remy chuckled and stepped outside to find help, not willing to rouse any passenger until there was something to do. He cracked his back, bones repopping in place and reminding him he wasn't the cocky spry thief he used to be.

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nomorephoenix
2009-03-23 04:52 pm UTC (link)

There wasn't any help, but a spry little terrier bounced up and put her paws on his legs, barking joyfully. She loved people, and missed all the good people who gave her pettings and things.

Margie's barking woke a couple people, but most were sleeping too deeply. Jean groaned softly, and slid out of her seat. She peered out the window and stifled a laugh. Quickly she hopped out of the bus, scooping the wiggling mass of fur up. "Sorry. She's the worst guard dog ever."

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	knaveofhearts 2009-03-23 04:58 pm UTC (link)
	He chuckled and brushed his hands off from greeting the dog back, playing and rubbing her back. "Au contraire. De burg'lars'd be cuted t'death," he winked. "And she'd leave enough evidence in fur t'trace them back." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

nomorephoenix
2009-03-23 05:04 pm UTC (link)

Jean laughed, inordinately happy to see her adopted puppy. A few of the conscious passengers peered out of the bus, and Jean smiled brightly at them. "There's a shower in there. If you're quiet, you can get about ten minutes in before someone else bangs the door down. Any clothing you can find is yours, we've got a pretty good selection. Bed down where you can."

The more rested of the lot moved. The others just kind of stared. She sighed. "Go to bed." Direct orders were easier to deal with, and the rest trudged in. "Let the rest sleep. I'll stay here and give direction. The master bath is on the second floor all the way at the end of the hall on the right. If you hurry, you'll beat the others there. My bedroom's attached to it. But you're not allowed to say you've gotten into my bed without giving context from this day forward."

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knaveofhearts
2009-03-23 05:34 pm UTC (link)

"I suppose findin' a souvenir for proof would warrant vengance as well." He mocked-pouted before looking down at the suit that was a complete loss and laughing.

"I've looked n' been covered in worse, et you know dat," he chuckled but nodded obediently. "But I t'ink I'll be greedy and take de offer, if you poke me when de fun starts. I can at least herd dem about, gimme a stick."

He kissed her cheek. "Merci beaucoup ma Cheri, for de save mostly et de shower." He gave her an old friendly smile, little grateful to the Purifiers for letting him see her and play hero one more time, before jogging away and climbing up the trellis to steal some hot water.

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	nomorephoenix 2009-03-23 05:39 pm UTC (link)
	Jean hugged him, glad she could help at least one old friend. "I'll wake you up if I need you. Go get some rest you scoundrel." She pulled up one of her porch chairs, keeping an eye on the bus. Later, she would think about what all this might mean for the future she was hoping to build. For now, she just hoped the passengers they'd brought would be seen to soon. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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