Midnight Shadows Guided Games GENEsis: DOFP Genesis In Character Days of Future Past [SentS] It's a long way down. [Ericka / Sebastian]


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She hadn’t let Navi get his request out entirely, or maybe it had been a demand. It had rolled off his tongue and tried to coalesce into something meant to hold her, and she had left him. Though, it wasn’t as if she had left him alone or in questionable company. She was sure he was involved with the guy that had arrived. Via teleportation.

It tickled at her curiosity, another teleporter. Another person that nudged at something in her gut.

Responding to the text had been simple, an easy way out rather than facing the blonde that had looked at her funny. It had put her a block away from the building the text had originated, the pocket of the person who had sent it.

The dynamic between them was…odd. In some manner. Mostly her own doing. When he had tried to kiss her in the apartment, a sliver of panic had compelled her to put herself away form him, push a door between them to create a barrier. And she wasn’t sure if it had been for her benefit.

Self-preservation. Fear. The great motivator.

Then he had seemingly bowed to whatever it was she apparently wished for. Distance. That was easier, and yet oddly harder.

His absence had been like a cutting edge against her chest, sending her pulse into a fluttering mess, and putting pressure against her lungs, making everything more difficult. Existence. She never wanted to feel that way again. Even when she had been the one to allowed for it, had anticipated it in some shape.

Ericka cleared her throat and stood a bit taller, stuck a tendril of hair behind her ear and walked herself out of the darkened alley. She cut across the quiet street with ease, dodging a single car in one direction, and then another that stopped for her in the other.

Her progression forward halted on the sidewalk and she pulled out her phone to read it over again. She wondered what it was he wanted to show her. The building maybe, the new set up, possibly. She was aware of it plenty. She was a ware of a lot of the things he did, even if he didn’t know it himself. The tiny perks to having access to the small circle of mutants that trusted her just enough to create ties. The crazy one, though, the woman that could possibly bend and alter the very fabric of the world around them and change it, she knew things. She saw things the way others didn’t. All that power, wrapped up and sized down to psychic psychosis.

She slipped the screen of her phone open fully and highlighted the message box. [Ok.] She typed out first because that was simple enough.

[Where?]
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[In-Character] [Post #62]
Sebastian was half way through the new emails. He had made phone calls, taken notes. Three new files were on his desk. If things progressed like this, he would need his own private investigator soon. He wondered whether Jaxon could help him finding one.

Then, just as he was about to open the next email, his phone’s screen lit up. Sebastian’s focus was instantly shot to hell. He picked up the mobile, finding himself oddly excited and calmed at the same time to find Ericka’s name on his screen. She agreed to dinner. Sebastian couldn’t help the grin on his face.

Then followed a second text.

Where.

Sebastian unlocked his phone, pulled up the conversation.

[Seafire Grill on 48th. Table in two hours.]

Five thirty was an early dinner. But it was dinner, and if it involved Ericka Sebastian was certain he’d have it at any time of the day. He checked his watch again. Two hours. Yes. He put the phone down, flexing his fingers. He looked at his computer screen, then back at his phone. Geez. He felt like a teenager.

He powered down the computer. There was no point trying to focus now. Once more, Sebastian looked at his phone. He was of course aware that he was using lots of words. And she wasn’t. He swallowed. What would it take to finally breach through that invisible line behind which she was keeping him?

Standing, Sebastian picked up his suitcase, then his phone.

[Can I pick you up anywhere?]

He hit sent, then pulled his jacket down from the rack. Before he knew it, he had it donned and then was out the door with his suitcase. Three new cases. One of them close to the Services. But that was not the one he had messaged Ericka about. Locking up the door leading to his small one-man office, Sebastian eyed his suitcase. Then he pulled up the lid, and gazed in. There. The fourth file. The one he wanted to show Ericka. All there. He exhaled, then closed and picked up his bag.

Once more checking the phone, he found it idle. No response from Ericka yet.
Sebastian hailed down a cab. Home first, he decided.
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[In-Character] [Post #63]
She stared at the building for about two minutes before the device in her hand buzzed, indicating a response. That was quick, but she had expected it to be as it had often become such. When either of them initiated a quiet conversation, the other responded quickly, back and forth, almost better than any conversation they could manage to keep ahold of with their mouths. That always led elsewhere. Speaking through their fingers, a barrier of distance between them allowed for something simpler. Were he before her, her focus would flutter elsewhere, away form the discussion to focus on the way his lips and tongue formed the words he put forth.

When she opened the message, her left brow lifted slightly without conscious effort. That was… Ericka turned slightly in the direction that she knew the establishment sat. But he also indicated a two hour span of time. That meant he wanted to do something beforehand, which meant that her placement right outside the building he presently sat within was unnecessary.

Another message asked if she wanted him to pick her up. She tried to imagine herself locked inside of a cab once more with him. At least he wouldn’t be fighting the effects of a suppressant, she hoped anyway. He wasn’t presently voluntarily taking it anymore, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be dosed with it at any given moment. He had something to show her, she reminded herself and her mind skipped ahead several paces prompting her to activate the message field once more and quickly typed out a questioning response. She stepped away form the front door of the building until the neighboring structure cast her in plenty of shadow as she quickly finished up her question. The building’s door opened, and he stepped out onto the sidewalk. His sudden appearance chased the brief sense of panic and she teleported away from the scene.

She arrived in her walk-in closet and sighed as she settled back against one of the walls.

The placement had her looking down at her clothing that was seemingly still smattered in building debris. For a moment, she thought about Navi once more, but assured herself he was likely fine. So she watered her plants, folded a load of laundry, then peeled her clothing off and showered any further evidence of her porting adventure off of her body. She had shampoo in her hair when she realized she hadn’t ever responded to Sebastian and reached half blind out towards the sink counter, cursing quietly to herself. The phone slipped right out of her hand and then she bent over to retrieve it, drawing it back into the shower to type out a new message.

[Sounds good.] Send.

Ericka swallowed. She knew she was being short with each response, but if she offered more than a few words, she was sure her fingers would vomit all over the keyboard. He was trying and she had to give him some manner of credit for that. She rinsed, dried and dressed herself in a dusty blue dress, nude heels, and a fitted leather jacket. She wrapped a soft loop scarf about her neck and then plucked her phone up once more.

She wasn’t sure if she wanted to be picked up, or if she wanted to be picked up at home or somewhere else. It would be so much easier to just be there without having to send him after her. Then she frowned when she realized she was trying to make sense of making this easier on him. [Okay] She typed out and sent quickly, realizing that wasn’t really an answer.

[I’ll head that way from my place.] She pursed her lips. [Pick me up that way.] She smirked and then put the phone in her clutch before leaving the apartment behind. Down the steps, out the foyer, passed the doorman and onto the street.
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[In-Character] [Post #64]
A shower, a quick shave. In no more than his boxer briefs, he stood in front of the mirror, working gel into his hair. He drew in his cheeks, bit down on them, and forced himself to focus on the task at hand. But that was harder than anticipated. His mind kept drifting. Was he nervous? Sebastian exhaled in a scoff. Yes, he apparently was.

When he was satisfied with the result, Sebastian picked tan slacks, a white button up dress shirt and a dark blue v-neck sweater. Then he picked up the blue blouse jacket that would go rather well with the outfit and was out the door.

He checked his phone, a small smile on his lips when he found a new message by Ericka. He wondered when exactly he had begun to hope that she had written every time he looked at the phone’s screen.

Sebastian still made no secret out of the fact that he wanted her back. Letting her go still ranked right up there with other grave mistakes he had made in his life. Such as working for the Services or allowing himself to be dosed down or allowing his ex-wife to take his children. It had been a month since he had seen the twins – currently his lawyer was doing his best to get proper and frequent visitation for Sebastian. But his ex-wife was firmly placing spanners in the works whenever possible.

So at some point after starting his own firm, Sebastian had begun focussing on something else. Namely that ability he had developed. After destroying half, if not most, of his furniture and thus placing blocks on the skill with Beth Silvercloud’s help, he was beginning to get the hang of things. And during all that he had discovered something else … something he wanted to show Ericka.

He hailed down a cab, told the driver where to go and which roads to take to get there. Then once more pulled out his phone.

[On my way.]

Leaning against the door, Sebastian let his eyes wander along the people on the sidewalk. Most of them, acting like their own little lives were the only thing on their mind. Not looking past one’s own little playpen. How long had Sebastian lived like that? How long had he tried to pretend that what the Services were doing was alright? That there was no problem with throwing kids into cells and doing god knows what with them.

Sebastian had worked hard to not look.

Beth Silvercloud had been quick to fill him in. In very vivid, very clear pictures. Sebastian had spent over an hour emptying out everything he had had in his stomach that day. Beth had shown no mercy, no compassion. Not until he had lifted both hands in defeat. “I didn’t know…,” he had pushed out, but she had just shaken her head. Sadness ghosted across her face, and Sebastian instinctively knew that part of what she had shown him had probably been her own experiences inside the SentS machinery. It had felt like a rock in the pit of his stomach. “You chose to not know, Sebastian.” Her response had hit the proverbial nail right on the head.

Part of him envied the people out there. Their obliviousness. Up until his body had begun to reject the suppressant, Sebastian had never understood just how much beauty actually lay in not knowing. And while he would never willingly go back, he did miss his old life. His life when he had met Ericka. Those months they had spent …

He gulped, swallowing hard against a lump forming in his throat.

Then he saw the gait, the figure – the one woman in the crowd he was certain he would pick out of a thousand without any trouble. “Stop,” he pushed out, half choking on the word. He coughed, cleared his throat and, when the driver pulled the car to the curb, pulled the door’s handle. Leaning out, his gaze found the woman he had seen. It took the breath right out of him.

For a moment, he just stared. Long legs that were part of a slender body, hugged perfectly by a blue dress.

“What’s happening?” The cab driver prompted him from the front and Sebastian snapped out of his daze. “Umm, yes,” he pushed out, offered Ericka a wide smile and then moved back on the seat to make room for her. “48th now please,” he instructed the man in the front as Ericka climbed into the backseat.

Sebastian felt his heart hammer in his throat. Nervous. Oh yes, he was nervous. And how could he not be given how incredible she looked? “You look very nice,” he offered, aiming for ‘gentleman’. “Thanks for meeting me.” Her knees brushed his, and Sebastian stared down to that point, not sure whether to move back further or stay right where he was.

Leave it to this woman to turn him into a rambling, nervous sixteen year old teenager again.
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Every other step she wondered if she was doing the right thing. Every other step she was questioning her motivation. And every other step she reconsidered going back to her apartment just to change her clothes. Maybe a dress was too much, she likely could have opted for something longer, a silk jumpsuit, or something that simply covered more. She had pushed her arms into her leather jacket, but the dress left most of her legs bare, and it wasn’t as though it was June.

People moved around her, but it was a Friday night and everyone and their mother wanted to be out on the streets, out in droves off in a hundred different directions. Sometimes it made her uncomfortable, she sheer number of people present in the city and its immediate surroundings. Even with a portion of the population subdued into hiding or custody. There were still so many people. She wondered what it would be like were mutants out in their normal numbers.

When a light breeze curled around her, she tucked her clutch beneath her arm and folded her arms about herself.

Her sense of her surroundings had her turning slightly to note the vehicle pulling out of the main flow of traffic and up against the curb. He stared at her through the window and her head tilted slightly, somewhat curious. Then the driver spoke and seemed to shake Sebastian back into action. He pushed the door open and she watched him push to the other side of the bench seat.

The driver offered a, ‘good evening, miss’ as she carefully climbed into the back seat. She arranged herself with care, was aware of her knee bumping up against another that didn’t belong to her as she reached for the door.

When Sebastian complimented her, she smiled and momentarily looked at her knees. “Thank you.” Then she tucked a section of hair behind her ear. “You look very nice as well.” She replied. “I love blue and you.” She coughed slightly to clear her throat when she strung her words together again in her head. “In blue. I love you in blue. Blue on you.” She huffed a breath. “Blue. Blue is good.” Wow.

She reached for the zipper of the jacket and undid it to get some manner of air in towards herself in some attempt to cool off.

“Uhm,” she looked up at him again, “are we waiting until we eat before you tell me what ever it is you have to say?” A smile turned her lips gently. “Or show me?” She was hungry regardless. “Or is it the restaurant?”
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Sebastian just sat and listened and allowed her words to settle in. The sentence originally uttered and then her attempts to bury them. He could not say anything. He could not offer her a way out, he realised. Too much he needed there to not be an out. He exhaled. Could this just be real?

“Blue is good,” Sebastian eventually said, swallowing against a lump in his throat. He shifted closer against Ericka’s form and his hands reached for hers. He was possibly overstepping but he could not stop himself. He was not seeking her lips, was not pushing himself on top of her. Instead, he was just holding her hands – his leg pressed against the side of hers.

Sebastian’s eyes followed Ericka’s fingers as she pulled down the zipper of her jacket. Here let me help you, he had almost wanted to say. A gesture of familiarity, so reminiscent of who they had once been. He swallowed. Exhaled with a shiver.

When Ericka spoke next, Sebastian had trouble following her. Wait, what again? Why had he asked her out again? He scrambled. His mind was hard at work recalling just what it had been. He swallowed, then looked down. His hands were still folded around one of hers. Sebastian inhaled. She still wore the same perfume.

“I can…,” he pushed out because no, the restaurant didn’t matter. “I can reverse it,” he pushed out, as his mind travelled back. Countless times during the last weeks he had lost sleep. He had seen more of Beth Silvercloud than he cared for. But the woman had been relentless. She had pushed Sebastian and in turn he had pushed himself.

Sebastian did not care about the restaurant one bit. He cared about the woman by his side. If anything, he wanted to share with her what he could share with no one else. His gaze roamed her form. Its perfection. The way the dress hugged her legs, the way the jacket made her the most sensual being he had laid eyes on in a long time. He swallowed, then found an irregularity in the thread that had spun the fabric. Just above the seam that rested north of her knees.

Sebastian lifted a finger, pushed it against that very irregularity. A thread pulled. He exhaled. Of course it turned red then black. It burned as the destructive part of his ability took hold. “No,” he growled and then reached down. Reached deep. He reached for … her. Sebastian remembered Beth’s words. Find love. Find what matters the most. He exhaled and then pushed the entire palm across the spot.

“Ericka …,” her name went through him and then what it brought forth pushed into his fingertips. The black reverted to the red and then it turned blue. Back to the hue of her dress.

When he lifted his fingers, the irregularity was gone.

Sebastian exhaled, then lifted his gaze to lock onto hers. What would she think? What would she say? “I can reverse it,” he repeated it. Then he waited.

“Say something …”

One hand still held hers as Sebastian silently thanked New York traffic to keep them locked up in traffic for at least another half hour even at this time of the day. His free hand once more folded around hers much like the first one. It was as if to prove that his touch was no longer painful to her. He wondered what she would say.

“You’re the only one I can tell. The only one … who gets it.”
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If she painted her face blue she probably wouldn’t feel quite as embarrassed as she did in the moment in the wake of trying to curb the words that had fell right out of her mouth. Word vomit. Her mind had conjured them and then her mouth had let them go waltzing right off of her lips and to his ears. Blue was good. How completely ridiculous could she possibly be. And then she had stumbled over any attempt to mask the intent of what she had offered.

It was still sitting there, behind her teeth and gums, lodged in her throat, exactly the very same words.

She about jumped off the bench seat when he moved himself closer to her in the next moment. His hands reached for hers and she let it happen, his warmer palms wrapping around her cooler fingers. She could still recall the moment he had taken her hand and he had realized his destructive mutation barely fazed her. It had registered to her, but it had paled in regard to having simply felt him.

Just like now.

Her focus dropped to their hands, tried to make sense of the fact that he was touching her, though it made sense. He had asked her to join him for dinner, it would have been almost awkward to have not touched at all. Even if on accident.

This was deliberate.

He opened his mouth and started, then seemed to hesitate or regroup his thoughts. Then he tried again, telling her that he could reverse it. For a moment her brain couldn’t seem to put two and two together to figure out to what he was referring. So she made herself look back up at him, only to find him staring at their hands. Then he shifted slightly again and he was looking at her, seemingly the lapel of her jacket, and then his gaze slipped gradually lower.

She had half a thought to clear her throat to catch him back from wherever it was his thoughts had taken him away to. Her fingers pressed against his wrists.

He released one of her hands, and before she could fully follow, he pressed a fingertip against the hem of her dress, realized it sat rather high across her thighs in the seat position the cab forced her body into. The fabric responded, a thread unraveled, turned red and then black. Her brows pinched and her lips parted when the destruction spread outward further. He growled in response, something vibrating deep in his throat. He was frowning when she looked at him, and then warmth spread across her thigh, baiting her attention once more.

His palm was pressed fully open across her upper leg, and then he said her name. It sounded like he wanted to follow it up with more, the start of a thought that never seemed to complete, just hung open in suspension. She wanted to ask him ‘what’, but she was afraid of breaking his concentration, even if it was threatening to eat away at what she was wearing. He did realize that they were in public and she hadn’t exactly dressed the best for trekking multiple city blocks, nor was she game for standing outside in little more than just her underwear and a leather jacket.

Looking back at where his hand sat over her, she hesitated when she realized the fabric was lightening again; the charred black appearance recoiling back to red and then blue. Sebastian drew his hand back from her leg and her dress appeared unblemished. As if he hadn’t touched her at all.

She wasn’t sure how long she had sat there, her eyes on her thigh.

I can reverse it.

She nodded somewhat absentmindedly as she continued to stare at the same spot. Then he prompted her, asking her to say something and she looked up at him, his gaze imploring. His free hand folded back around her other and she caught her gaze attempting to chase after them.

He could reverse it. And he had tried to hard to cover it up with an injectable toxin that suppressed what he was. He could control what he was capable of, exactly what he should have allowed himself to learn. If he had triggered in his youth, this would have been old hat for him. She had already offered Gabriel whatever he wanted if he had convinced Beth to help, and she would do whatever he asked of her. Even if the telepathic woman had claimed she was glad and more than willing to help any mutant that wanted to be better.

Her left hand lifted until she remembered his was back about her wrist and fingers. “I…” am so proud. Glad. Happy. So many emotions evoked. A careful smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, even as her eyes briefly darted towards the cab driver who seemed uninterested in the backseat. She turned her hand about so that she could clasp hers against his. “I don’t know what to say.” She admitted, the hint of a laugh in her voice. “I knew you could.” She finally decided on.

She wondered if he could control it to begin with. It didn’t matter at the moment, that was less important. The fact that he could reverse the damage he could wrought was amazing. “When did you learn to do this?” She sat towards him as the vehicle moved forward beyond the stoplight. And then another thought hit her square. “You can see the twins.”
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