Midnight Shadows Guided Games GENEsis: DOFP Genesis In Character Days of Future Past [Event] The Devil & The Hunters


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Two was better than one. Unless one was a storm.

“Easier than the other.” She said as she set had hands around the bars separating the man within from anyone outside the cell he had been afforded. The state of his mind was something different. Many. “Multiple Man.” She murmured, somewhat amused as she tipped her head slightly. “One man who becomes many?” Wanda looked back at him. “Or many men trying to be one?”

No one else thought that way.

“One heart inside of your chest.” Her smile widened again. “Beating like a drum, like a horse about to break free.” Another mind brushed gently against her own, not prodding per se, but curious. She allowed her there, allowed her to sample the state of her thoughts because she had nothing to hide. No reason to. Even the other mind knew what she did. That Jamie Madrox would not remain where he sat. But she couldn’t see the how and why yet any more than the other. Or was it her? Maybe it was another version of herself.

But there was more of her, just beyond the fringes of her perception. She had the sudden thought to take herself to Anna. Let him be, let him see, let him be there with her.

Later.

“It’s dark where she is.”

He at least appeared somewhat well cared for, but that made sense. He was the center, he was the hub, where all the others emerged. The point of convergence. He was like a star, wrought and fought of fusion and fission. The potential always there.

Then she was suddenly in the cell. That was happening far more often with far more precision since Pietro had become known to her. Movement from one place to another with barely more than a thought to do so. If only she could figure out how to route that around the humans and their dampeners.

She touched her fingertips against his chin and immediately sifted through his thoughts, touching gently against every splinter that had ever granted him more. “Some beautiful, others…” others were darker. Like the man that had kept him prisoner.
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Jamie sat against the wall of his new confinement cell, he knew this had been a possibility the moment they figured out who he was to the asshole in the next cell over. He hadn’t even tried to stop them from putting him back in a cell. If it made them feel better, safer… who was he to deny them that.

He kept wondering if he would see familiar faces from before he got taken. But so far, not one. Which made him rethink the whole getting recaptured thing. Nothing he could do about now, but he would be damned if he would keep on sitting here for eternity until they made up their minds about what to do with him.

And all because of a rogue dupe.

His eyes fell on the unconscious form of said dupe, the one who has made life for mutants and supers alike into hell. It sickened him, knowing what the dupe had done all those years… what he had done to Carol Danvers. He had caught glimpses right before they had knocked the bastard unconscious.

At least they had allowed him to take a shower and given him clean clothing before locking him back up. They even fed him, but then left him to his own devices in here. He sat in silence, his head lowered as he thought over his options. Because he wasn’t going to sit in this cell any longer than was necessary.

So, his eyes flashed up when he heard a soft voice speaking up. Surprised to have a visitor, surprised to even hear her utter his alias. She reminded him of someone else, the flash of red, for a moment he thought he was looking at Terry. But she wasn’t.

“Where who is?” He asked, frowning at her comment. It didn’t make much sense to him but then again, this was the first time in ages he had a one on one conversation with anyone who wasn’t created from him.

She moved into his cell with just a blink of an eye, he would have been startled but nothing about her screamed danger so he looked at her with interest.

He sat perfectly still as she moved closer to him, her fingertips softly brushed against his chin and he closed his eyes. Nobody had touched him like that in years, and he was savouring it. He could feel her touch his mind, sifting through his memories, his thoughts and he didn’t mind. He just wanted to be seen as a person, and not as a monster… not as the monster in the next cell over.

Her words, he knew what she was talking about so he finished the sentence for her… “Horrible.” He whispered, knowing perfectly well that his dupes had their own ideas, personalities.

“He is a dupe of a dupe…” He continued, trying to explain… what exactly? “I’m sorry.”
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She could see the world, see the different layers to each individual that she focused on, but they didn’t bring her what his fractured selves offered. So much more of everything that could be. Every opportunity that he may have wanted, he could have created a version of himself to chase after it. A drive to learn languages, see the world, pursue how many university degrees and specialties. And the effort wasn’t necessary directly on his part, he simply reaped the benefits at the end. Absorbed it all in a moment.

Her eyes slipped to their right corners towards the duplicate in the adjacent cell. He would be privy to everything that Lang had perceived in however long he had been independent. All the secrets. All the hidden places. All the hidden thoughts. “Like an interweaving web.” She smirked and stifled down a chuckle. “Like a spider.” Her thoughts threatened to run away with her towards the spider within their midst, then they twisted away from him towards-

“Copy of a copy.” She said after he pointed out what Lang was. A further offshoot. Copies of copies run through a printer changed. Lines appeared, ink distorted. They were not like the original, sometimes altered from the copy they were made from. “Transfer is never complete.” Her upper lip curled slightly. “Distorted.”

The apology he offered brought her eyes back to settle on his, searching, trying to understand what it was he was apologizing for. He thought it was his fault, perhaps. That he might be putting it forward in lieu of his perceived inability to properly explain…the thought tugged at her mouth again.

“There’s dust motes where you go.” She shifted slightly, lifted her hand as though she could touch them wherever it was. She could see them. Even within the cell, she could still see. That should mean something. Again, she wondered about her brother, where he was in relation to where she stood in that moment. Bound to her, unable to make real contact. “Numbers. A secret tucked away in a pocket. Help.”

Wanda leaned forward, put her face closer to Jamie’s. “He’s not long for this existence he has carved out for himself.” She lifted her hand and loosely draped it before her mouth to stifle another attempt at laughter bubbling up her throat. “Even his witch has abandoned him.” They called her a witch, but she would never abandon what she considered important. But that was the kick, the other woman had little care for what she had turned out. Liability that he had become. “A thorn in her side, it threatened to tangle up her skein.”
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Caitlin sat on Carol and Bucky’s bed, listening to the shower running in the bathroom. Carol had been silent all the way to the room, and Caitlin had honoured that silence. Knowing that if her friend wanted to tell her what had happened, she would do so. It hadn’t stopped her from feeling Carol’s emotions though, and what she had picked up on… it told her enough.

She had asked Carol if she needed help with anything but she had declined. She had locked herself up in the bathroom, and Cait had heard her crying. It broke her heart to hear her friend like that, and then the water had turned on, drowning out the soft sobs.

It didn’t stop her from feeling when Carol started to relive her horrors.

Her hand dropped to her tummy, rubbing it and pushing away her own tears. Taking in deep breaths she tried to sequester Carol’s emotions from her own, and closed her eyes to think about other things…

Like Jamie Madrox.

She had been surprised to see him, surprised to finally put a face to Steven Lang, and even more surprised to see that that face was the same as Jamie’s. He had been hauled away before she could talk to him, but she was one of few in this building who knew who he was, and one of the few who had been looking for him when he disappeared.

Cait knew that Jamie needed more people in his corner, that it wasn’t fair to put him in another cell. She understood the apprehension, especially since Steven Lang looked like him but she knew Jamie. He was a good man.

Opening her eyes again, she got her phone out of her pocket, unlocked it and pulled up her contact list. Cait started to scroll through it, found the number and pressed the text bubble to open up the message screen.

I’ve found him. But he needs your help. Get here.

She hit send, and let out a deep sigh. The water was still running, her gaze drifted towards the door and her worry for Carol got bigger. Cait got up and moved to the door, knocking on it. “Carol?” She waited, but there was no answer. “Carol?” She tried again.

“I’m fine.” Carol’s soft voice drifted through the door.
“You don’t sound fine.”
“Caitlin… please.” Carol sounded broken.
“Could you open the door?”

Caitlin waited, her hand on the door but she could tell that Carol wasn’t considering opening the door for her. The water finally stopped running, but there was no movement from behind the door.

“Hon, please open up the door.”
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