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Location: The Casino
Skill:




She flushed and grinned sheepishly at his comment about personal space. "Sorry, sorry. Got all excited was all." She followed them through the doors, picking up her helmet as she went and slinging it over her shoulder - the strap hooked over two fingers. "I jus' got here mah-self. Not sure where everyone is at. Ah, there." She gestured toward Jack and Casper, two people in the know. Two people she hardly knew. It was a confusing thing to look at them and have a set of memories where they did not exist. Would she ever get used to it?

Bobbi was delighted to see the affection bestowed upon Casper from a man who must have been a boyfriend or something. Good. Cute. He deserved it. Right? She pressed the butt of her palm against the side of her head in the hopes of staving off the stupid headache. She really wasn't getting used to any of this. And the lights and sound of the casino didn't help. She approached the bar and ordered her usual whiskey and coke, needing something to soothe the frayed edges of her nerves. The only person amongst the newcomers that she recognized was Wolverine. But if he was with all of them they would-be allies, right? So confusing. She downed the drink and swiftly ordered another.





Location: Serval Industries - Training Room
Skills: Void Reach


As Watt's left the room, after she had finished looking through the files Bobbi said a rare, intelligent thing. It was directed at Evelyn. And perhaps it had already been said but, Bobbi had been far too engrossed in the files to have been able to hear it. With brows knitted and her skin turned pale she asked, "How do we know these aren't a plant?"

It was impossible. It was too good of a thing for him to be alive. It would mean all the punishment she had heaped upon herself and from Watts had been for naught. All of the time she had spent feeling sorry for herself could have been spent storming this unknown castle and freeing their friend from terrible, imagined abuses.

She turned her eyes then on each in the group. They were all in it. There was no way she wasn't going to be as well. If there was a chance she could save Andrew she would do it. She just worried she would be getting her hopes up only to have them dashed. Watts was back and he had Gambit and Rogue with him. She stiffened as she always did when he entered a room, hatred coursing through her veins.






Location: Serval Industries - Training Room
Skills:


He didn't even blanche or make a face at Watts' comment. Of course, the man would be too good to accept help willingly from people he deemed beneath him. Watts was quite good at picking nerves Wesley hadn't realized he possessed. But he wasn't in this for Watts. THis was about Andrew and his failure to get to the room in time. Would it have made a difference? He shook his head, releasing these circling thoughts so he could pay attention to the now.

"I am also ready to leave," he said to Evelyn as Watts left the room. A conjoinder to the other's quips of their desire to go. "I have nothing here of true consequence." He was his own weapon. Clothes could always be bought again. Bobbi's question was something that had also danced around his mind for a short measure. Even if they were plants, there was no way he could safely remain here while Gardner was in charge. In the end, this was his only chance of getting out.
Mona Windrider



Location: Room 847 - the Ramblings
Skills:





She winced as the girl screamed for everyone to just shut it. She hadn't thought they had been all that loud, but being a creature of the night could change a person in many ways. Mona wasn't the most familiar with all of the things a vampire could do, but she was damn certain the girl was one. Her eyes followed Sylvi as she crossed the room to lay down on the bed and the young man soon followed.

Cocking her head slightly she looked from Sylvi to Tate to Myth and back. She was thinking, the odd little cogs in her head whirring and ticking on the theoretical applications she could use a stone to help a vampire's blood lust. Her face took on a blank, distant expression as she thought. She stayed in silent stillness for at least two minutes while things happened about her.

At last, when she popped back into reality she said, without regard to what might be going on otherwise, "I t'ink I could poss'bly make an ar'teh'ficial sor o' blood. Echantin' a wee stone or po'shun. Yeh knu. May tek sum time teh fig'yur oot." Her voice was rushed which only worsened her accent. Her cheeks flushed with the excitement of possibility.


Location: Outside the Eyrie




She nodded in response to Jandar's mention of the two men who were to be her allies. The tension between them was bitter and thick. She sighed as she touched the wound at Jandar's side. Her fingers sank slowly into - through - his skin and began the process of knitting together the rent flesh. She did not speak during this, her concentration fully on Jandar. When she felt the wound was now stable and would not come apart at the tiniest provocation, she removed her hands and paid attention to her nose whilst her companion took care of changing his clothing.

There was a sickening crack as she held her broken sniffer between her hands and forced it back into place. Fatima winced and allowed herself one small whimper before holding a single hand over her nose. She closed her eyes and let her instincts take over, flowing through her as she mended cartilage and bone. Within a few moments, her nose was good as new and it only took as long as Jandar needed to change his clothes. She summoned one of her handkerchiefs and wiped the blood from her face as well as she could. Her nose was still tender so she was extra careful around it.

She allowed Jandar to help her up, giving his hand a firm squeeze once she was on her feet. She removed herself from his grasp and turned to Xandar and the brothers as they approached. Despite the redness and swelling the crying had done to her eyes she still managed to hold some air of regality. A smile found its way to her lips as she greeted them in turn. "Thank you all," she said, her voice still harsh from her sobs. The smile grew to a wry smirk as she considered both Xandar and Jandar's words. "I've found that, if you are wanting to run away and avoid capture, it is best not to know where you are going yourself." She was serious though her tone offered a bit of playfulness. "I believe the two of us are already packed, having just arrived." She gestured between Jandar and herself. Her eyes then fell on Jassen. Her breath hitched and she had to close her eyes to keep the tears from falling anew. When she opened them again, she allowed herself to speak.

"If there would be anyone kind enough to help me, I wish to burn my loyal companion and carry his ashes with me. He should be buried at home. Not out here among strangers." Hey eyes flicked between the men. She planned to use witch's fire, naturally. However, wood would be required to encase the body and allow proper heat to disintegrate flesh. "As for the other dead," her eyes moved toward the literal killing field. The other bodies were gone. Someone had already taken care of the situation. She frowned as this would not have the effect on those that came for them that she desired. No time to think on that now. Jassen first. "Never mind," she mumbled.




Location: The Casino
Skill:




After she was sure Jack was going to make it, Bobbi did the only thing she really wanted to do. And that was sleep. For a couple of days straight. She awoke only to get something to drink or eat, and then went right back to bed. Today she was feeling a bit better. She had greater control over the bizarre flood of emotions she had been dealing with. The rest had been quite helpful.

She showered and dressed in her usual daisy dukes and t-shirt before grabbing her gear. Leather jacket, helmet, wallet, keys, etc. She hopped on her bike and made her way back down to the Casino. It was about time she put in an appearance. As she walked toward the doors she noticed a single, familiar face. "Logan?" she whispered before she removed her helmet and ran up to the feral Canadian. "Oh fuck, it is you!" Her voice was permanently accented with some of that Cajun she had come to acquire from her false memories. She dropped the helmet and flung her arms around his neck.

She wouldn't call herself the hugging type, not normally. (And goodness knows Logan sure as hell isn't) But this was a special, fucked-up occasion. So the times seemed to call for it.
Mona Windrider



Location: Sylvi and Tate's Room
Skills:





The sight of the young blonde drinking blood straight out of the freshly dead man had Mona backing up a few paces. Should she 'Woosh' out of here again? Should she 'Woosh' Myth with her? The woman seemed to know these people and she imagined this was something they normally didn't do. This was further determined through Sylvi's action of scooting back away from the body with blood all over her face like a small child who had just dug into a mincemeat pie.

Now, Mona would never claim to be smart. She didn't have all of that book learning that many others had. She couldn't even necessarily call herself naturally clever. She had a few things she was very good at and often a hard time following lines of conversation. However, mere hours ago... days? How long had they been in the future place? Did time flow differently? Well, however long ago it had been, and it had not been that long, Mona had seen a slew of vampires draining blood from corpses. And lots and lots and lots of corpses. And many, many deaths. In this case, there were far too many puzzle pieces already in place for her to miss the picture.

She frowned at the young man as he tried to make excuses. Something about weird rituals. This only further confused her. And he asked her to drink blood? Was into some sick vampiric cult thing? Did he get off on watching women drink blood? Fucking weirdo. Mona slowly shook her head and said, "Tha' dere waif be a fookin' vam'pyre."





Location: Serval Industries - Training Room
Skills: Void Reach


Sapphire took advantage of her weakness and Bobbi didn't do much of anything to stop it. She winced and hissed in pain as she felt the boot connect with her knee and she went down with a loud slam as her back hit the floor. There was a dizzying moment where she wondered if her head had hit the floor as well. Bobbi stared up at the ice woman and let her say her piece.

She didn't get it. They would never get it, would they? She had just summoned the stupid weapon that, according to Watts (as well as herself) had been a partial means of murder for a teammate. That thing had played a part in Andrew's death. It was her fault and she was loathe to see it. But she said nothing, she stared at the woman for a long time until she removed herself from Bobbi's person. She stood and swiped at her back end to remove any particles of dust that might have lingered there.

Watt's entry into the room was indicated only by the rush of wind at first. She grimaced at the sight of him, barely able to tolerate the man's presence as much as he hers. She caught sight of Wesley as well and offered him a small smile before concentrating on what the pair had to say. She wrinkled her eyebrows together at Watts' statement that made nearly no sense. Andrew? Alive? No.... Evelyn offered more explanation and offered out the files. Bobbi took hold of them, beginning to flip through them. Her hands were shaking badly and Wes took the papers from her so that they could be more easily read with steady hands.






Location: Serval Industries - The Hallway --> Training Room
Skills:


He cringed in sympathy with Bobbi's thump to the floor. He couldn't hear what was being said but he could tell from the chilled, sour expression on her face that she did not like it at all. He walked further into the room just as a certain speedster made his grand entrance. Wes could not keep the scowl from his face, even as Bobbi smiled at him. He listened intently to the small number of facts offered to them.

Shock rattled through his spine and splintered across his nerves. Andrew couldn't possibly be alive, could he? And all this time the grief Watts had poured over himself and Bobbi. For what? No, he shouldn't think about the man, that wasn't important right now. What truly mattered was saving Andrew. He voiced his desire to join before Evelyn added in her bit.

"I'm with you," he said to Watts, voice laced with cool detachment.

He stood beside Bobbi, looking over her shoulder at the files she had taken from Evelyn. It became obvious that she could not hold the items in any way that was helpful to the group, so he took them from her and held them out in his more steady hands, his eyes scanning over the facts laid before them.




Location: The Hallway ---> Outside of the Compound Baton Rouge, Louisiana
Skill:




Bobbi was very concerned by the amount of blood that was soaking through her make shift tourniquet and his not letting her do much else. There was no time to argue as she followed the others past the carnage Casper had invoked. She did not spend much time on it, didn't look too carefully. She'd had quite enough dead things for one day.

Once outside she was nearby to help Jack as he fell, so that he did not slam into the earth. Ben and the tentacles gathered up the young man and they were running again. What had they said about extraction? Where were they supposed to go? Her thoughts were so jumbled up she was having a hard time remembering. She decided to just follow the group. Someone else would hopefully know what was going on.
Mona Windrider



Location: The Palace Courtyard --> A near stranger's house
Skills: Teleportation Magyk





Mon considered Myth's words a few moments, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. "Well, ma'am. If we got over tah deh stables we could take mah horse, Cadance. How'er that would be a might an' a half time consumin'. I could just 'Woosh' us dere, but dah jour'nay jus' ain' as fun." She looked up at the beautiful blonde before she nodded, the look on the woman's face telling her enough. "A'ight, a'ight. Tah 'Woosh' it be den."

Mona stood very close to Myth, wrapping an arm about her waist with an apology. "Beggin' yer pardon tah touch, ma'am." She then began to draw little symbols in the air, more something to help with her concentration than any need for it in the spell. "Dough tah wea'der be fair an' fine. To me bonnie lass I mus' go, a'fore tah winds deign ne'er to blow. Up an' a'round an' a skip an' a jump. O'er tah waves an o'er tah land. At her bonnie blue door do I stand." There was a swirl of colors and from there they went to here, in the middle of someone else's house.

Mona felt as if her head was spinning. She wasn't fond of this sort of Magyk. "Tah 'Woosh'" she said, as if an explanation was needed. She turned her attention to the the pair in the room. And... the other (mainly dead) things in the room. She looked from Myth to the pair and then back to Myth. "I... see."





Location: Serval Industries - Training Room
Skills: Void Reach


It seemed that the ice queen was amenable to fighting her. Bobbi grinned, glad that some was taking her up on the offer. "Of course, naturally," she responded in a light tone. She shrugged off her leather jacket to make it easier to move. She made sure her boot laces were tight and did a few minor stretches like Wes had taught her.

Once she felt prepared, Bobbi stepped into the 'ring' so to speak. She rolled her shoulders before she reached into the void. The light formed around her arm and she grasped about for her dearest companion - Captain K.O. She wrapped her fingers about a stem and pulled. As it came through the void the weight felt very off. She frowned as she watched the stupid, idiotic squeaky hammer come through. She stared at it in disbelief for a few moments as tears pricked the corners of her eyes. Stupid stupid stupid. In anger she threw the hammer at Sapphire.






Location: Serval Industries - The Hallway --> Training Room
Skills: Military sneaky sneak


As he moved stealthily through the hallways he had the supreme misfortune of hearing that awful voice. He froze in place, unwilling to breath much less move. He listened as her voice slowly departed and feeling returned to his legs. He breathed in sharply, his heart hammering in his chest as if it were threatening to break free.

He dared not follow her closer. Not without back up anyhow. He'd learned his lesson the first time. It did not take much longer until he came to the training facility. He opened the doors just in time to see Bobbi throwing a toy hammer at Sapphire. He winced, wondering how much it must have hurt Bobbi to pull that cursed item from the beyond. Someone was toying with her.
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