Re: Corn Maze
Wisdom watched George-dupe go with a vaguely horrified expression and shook his head. It was no secret to him that he had taken a shining to Jamie Madrox from the get go. Surely it was a male bonding thing, they were good at riffing off of each other's frankly bizarre sense of humor, and their whole bromance was a thing of legend. It wasn't unknown for them to joke around like a couple of their idols, Tim Roth and Gary Oldman, had in their youth. Do me, Madrox and Jamie, you stud had been heard aloud more than once around these parts.
But they had never meant it!!!
Or had they? Pete had learned enough about Jamie's power to know that his dupes were reflections, or perhaps facets of Jamie's core personality. They were slivers of him, not to be confused with the gestalt of their communal existence. Everybody had different sides to them, except in Jamie's case, these sides took on a life of their own sometimes when he produced a dupe.
"Well, bugger me blind!" he muttered under his breath and promptly followed him inside. What he found was just a bit too much for his frustrations to bear, so he kept guzzling down his booze, groaned as he watched George dupe absorb one of his bandmates and his expensive costume that he had paid for, and finally decided to go to his room and change into something more comfortable wearing a slightly disgusted grimace as he walked away. Not his best Halloween party ever.