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Post by Shade on Sept 15, 2009 0:06:14 GMT -5
His anger taking over her own hit Shade like a massive wall and for a moment she felt as if just that happened. Her powers flickered and slipped and she gave a grunt of pain because the intensity of emotions that hit her nearly seemed to cause pain.
It went too quickly to keep her wondering for anything - the fact that she had made a mistake in thinking this stranger had given up. The fact that even though she had been suspicious of his powers, she had just run right into his trap. The wave of anger that washed over her was so strong and complete that it left no time to wonder, raging through her mind like a mighty storm that devastated everything that did not relate to anger. She pressed her eyes shut, confused, bewildered ... furious. Her mind produced mental images that flared her fury and they all related to what had made her steal that list earlier. Pushed to the uttermost front of her memory, she once more revived the very night when Jimmy had been murdered, but in such intensity, since this was the only even that could fuel her fury beyond borders, that it swept away almost everything that had happened afterwards. Her arrival at the Institute, her early ties with Magneto and the hope she had felt about it, her friendship with Rogue and the joy that had come from it. Her long, encouraging conversations with Xavier and the comfort she had taken from it. Everything. And Gambit. The love, the joy, the passion. Her memories were so strongly connected to information that Manuel´s powers disposed of everything that didn´t match with utter fury. What they left were a memory swept blank from the point she had decided to leave. To run, whereever. Angry, confused, scared. To run and find someone help them track these killers down. The last memory that flared up in front of her inner eye was her falling asleep on the train to New York, exhausted, shivering with sadness and anger. Feeling lost.
She opened her eyes again and saw Manuel standing oposit of her. Her memory of the last two and a half years swept blank she couldn´t make a connection as to why she was holding his hand, for her powers had developed further only after she had arrived in New York. Her old memory did not remember that she could extend her invisibility onto others and therefore her body reacted more than her mind. She could recall that face, because it was connected too strongly to the upset mood of the evening, she could recall what had happened. Her arriving in New York and then some strange memory gap she could not explain but didn´t bother about either, then this hotel where she had thought to find Jimmy´s killers, the dark halls, this guy they had held prisoner, their escape... then nothing... and her fury.
The connection was still there, her overclouding of memory complete, but the fury inside her was nearly blinding, nearly painful. From reflex, she jerked away her hand and aimed a blow at the man who was standing right in front of her. A reflex born from anger, directed at the first person she saw with her altered memory, because her instincts related the psychic pain she felt to him even though her reason, influened and overclouded, did not.
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Post by Everyone Else on Sept 16, 2009 20:05:15 GMT -5
::There was considerable feedback from her fury, which caused Manuel to stagger; had he been well, had he not been consumed with his own rage and determination, he would have anticipated that feedback. However, if he had been well and had he not been consumed with rage and determination, he never would have taken this action. Overloaded for a moment, while he tried to process the magnified rage, he dropped her hand at the same time that she recoiled. And in recoiling, overloaded on the noxious emotions, he fell back and managed to miss the blow. She was angry, obviously as that had been the goal, and she looking at him curiously, which was to be expected; he had not been...careful or as precise as he, or a more skilled empath, could have been.::
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Post by Shade on Sept 19, 2009 3:19:34 GMT -5
Shade barely registered that her blow didn´t hit. And it hadn´t been an intended strike either, merely an outlet for anger. To her utter distress and confusion (even though this was no conscious process), she noticed that the feeling was still there. It became stronger, boiled up inside her until it dominated her thinking, blinding out even the fact that she was mildly wondering what had happened since she had gotten off that train at Central Station two and a half years ago, intent to find someone who could tell her the way to Westchester. Her anger made her forget that there were blanks in her memory. That there was no connection any more between leaving Central Station and arriving at the hotel. She could recall finding Manuel, just as she remembered finding the document with Jimmy´s name on it. These memories were too recent, too strongly connected to her rage to be forgotten. And thus, she focussed on it.
They had been here a moment ago. They had run from them. Hidden from them. The memory that she had used her powers on both of them was faint and diminishing because the development of her powers had advanced mostly in the time since she had arrived in New York and the memory about it had dwindled and been pushed away just like everything else. Therefore she herself was aware of her powers, but not aware of what she had learned to do in the last two and a half years.
Another thought crossed her mind. Why in the world were they hiding here? Why were they sitting around and discussing whatever while these men were still out there? Getting away with capturing that guy in front of her. Getting away with killing her little brother? The thought alone nearly made her eyes water, her brain insisting that the memory about that night was still very fresh, that it had happened a few days prior only. That only added to it. No! The thought was there. ANd it was strong. And insisting. No! She had run once, she wouldn´t run again. She could turn invisible after all. No! She didn´t know what was going to happen but knew that her rage, her fury would be strong enough to guide her.
She tossed the young mutant who had been staggering in front of her a glance that bordered on a mix of sarcastic pity and annoyance. She didn´t even know why she was angry at him, because what he had done to her emotions and memory made it impossible to connect what had happened to what he had done, but still, her instincts told her it was better to mistrust him. With a last quick glance she turned around quickly. Listened once more. If they were still up there, she would find them. "Stay here or leave." she said without so much as tossing a glance across her shoulder at the young man. "but I´ll not let these bastards get away so easily." His manipulation had done quite some damage and just as Shade two and a half years ago had been so overwhelmed and shocked by the events that had led her to Xavier´s doorstep that she had blurted out the reason for coming here to the first one to be fit to listen and maybe help (which had been Magneto back then), this time it was Manuel who got more information than he might have expected. "They won´t do again what they did to you, Jimmy." she murmured, more to herself than anyone, but loud enough for Manuel to overhear. Then she made her way towards the door.
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Post by Everyone Else on Sept 20, 2009 19:53:37 GMT -5
::That told Manuel everything he needed, and more. The encounter with them had been similar, and this Jimmy, who gave off sorrow, longing, and love from Shade when she spoke, fell at their hands. That would not happen again, surely. Her rage had become his rage. Steadying himself, he started after her.:: "I'm coming too. We'll stop them, once and for all."
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Post by Shade on Sept 21, 2009 12:38:55 GMT -5
Shade gave a scowl, her mind desperately trying to make the connection to what Manuel said. She couldn´t remember why he had a motif of feeling as furious about these men as she did and after a moment told her that he hadn´t told her and that it didn´t matter. But with her rage as an uncomfortable, nagging and completely all consuming and unused to feeling dominating her thinking right now it seemed to her that his motivation could hardly be as strong as hers. "I can´t hide you." she said, her overclouded memory assuming that her powers were still weaker and less developed than they were. "You´ll have to hide on your own." She didn´t want to be bothered with him and slight anger raised in her. One because bothering with anything else than rushing out there and... well she didn´t know and didn´t think about it. Whatever she felt like doing right now would be the right thing to do... well, anything distracting her thought was a nuisance and focussed as she was on her fury he only seemed like a hindrance. Also, there was the slight realisation that there was something... wrong about this guy.
She shot him a last glance before she vanished and made her way towards the door, listening for sounds outside. Get out. Run. Get them! Kill! She shook her head as if trying to get these thoughts out of her head but they seemed right, justified. They had killed Jimmy!
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Post by Everyone Else on Sept 21, 2009 19:04:35 GMT -5
::Manuel was about to protest, to correct her that she could, in fact, extend her powers to hide him as well, but he did not. He had tampered with her memories, he was tired and weakened and likely had not done a particularly good job, and they were both consumed with rage. He had motivated her from inaction, which was more than enough for him. Instead, he nodded and followed her to the door. He was expecting these men, not the other way around, and so he had an advantage without invisibility.::
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Post by Shade on Sept 26, 2009 9:34:43 GMT -5
Shade just a few moments ago, Shade with a memory, would have been more cautious, because a few moments ago she had still had the knowledge that she could use her powers to "peek". She could have used them to make a small invisible "hole" in the door to look through. Shade a few moments ago also would have been more cautious, having memories in mind that had told her to be more careful in the last two and a half years. But this Shade, Shade with that part of her memory stored away did not remember the fear of being chased by a sentinel, did not remember the near panic state of the ware house in Tunis, did not recall the more cautious and at the same time more daring attitude she had acquired after the traumatic experience of the bike accident. It was still there, somewhere, the latter especially, a burried feeling not connected to any event, but it didn´t matter now. Had no effect on her action. And therefore, Shade, unlike the way she had been a few minutes ago, had regained parts of her younger naiveness when it came to such things. Her rage partly covered it, but the knowledge that invisibility did not make her invulnerable (as she had learned and now forgotten) was not available and made her feel more bold. Stronger than she was.
She vanished and opened the door, soft, dulled footsteps making it from the room. No stealth. Steath too, was forgotten knowledge.
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Post by Everyone Else on Sept 30, 2009 8:28:31 GMT -5
::Manuel listened for the footsteps she was making, decided not to question anything else about her abilities. When he heard her out in the hall, he followed, doing what he could to remain out of sight. They had the element of surprise, and that was all that mattered.::
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Post by Shade on Oct 10, 2009 11:35:49 GMT -5
The corridor, as it had been before, was rather deserted. One could hear the slight business rattle of the reception a little off and Shade held her breath for a moment, trying to make out where the sound came from. The memory of their earlier run down the stairs and into the room was still there so at least she didn´t need orientation and after a brief moment of standing still next to the door, the boiling rage inside her took over again and she made her way towards the staircase swiftly, feet softly patting over the ground. Even when she had still lived back at home with her parents, experimenting and sneaking with her powers had taught her how to move rather silently, not soundlessly of course but some habits had caught on, one of these being to wear sneakers that made little sound. She did that now, too, because even though the knowledge of stealth was unaccessible now, there still was the memory of old habits. And they died hard.
She tossed a brief glance across her shoulder and noticed that the guy, Manuel, was following her. He tried to hide as she saw and did as good as he could but she decided that she would not waste time to wait up for him. It was untypical for Shade to abandon someone who might need her help but a) was she unaware that she indeed could help this man and b) was she so lulled in by the negative emotions this stranger had dug to the surface of her thinking that she simply didn´t bother.
Her jaw clenched just as her fists, she tapped up the stairs. Where had they been? Where they still upstairs? Had they returned to their hiding place or where they gone already? Her rage and blind fury hoped they were still there, dulling out the fearful part that hoped she would find nothing but an empty room with scattered papers and a broken chair. She had no idea where this would lead, what she would do, what would happen next, but didn´t bother. It didn´t matter, she was just acting on her own instincts, blinded by one single thought: They killed Jimmy!
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Post by Everyone Else on Oct 14, 2009 17:41:10 GMT -5
::She was forging on ahead of him, and Manuel decided that he preferred the personality of the "old" Shade to this new one, although he wouldn't trade all of the manners in the world for the conviction to *act* for once, and so he would take what he could. He lagged behind her a bit, but he continued to move, and hide, as necessary. He would not miss this opportunity to stop these men.::
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Post by Somebody? on Oct 18, 2009 10:11:14 GMT -5
Steven was very angry. He could not believe that the young mutant had escaped. After he had run down the whole stairs into the lobby without finding a trace of the young man, Steven decided to go back to the room. A bit hope was left, that Harry probably had catched him and was on his way to bring him back. As he slowly walked back to the room, he looked careful in every corner and all closets on his way. Nothing! Finally, he went into the room which was still empty. Harry should show up soon or he must take a look for him too. He really was not in the mood to search his partner. It was always the chance to fall into a trap. Quickly, he decided to take all their stuff together. If Harry would come back with the mutant or not they had to change the location. On the other side, it was good to do something to reduce his own anger. He always could think better without being in anger.
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Post by Shade on Oct 18, 2009 11:45:09 GMT -5
It didn´t take Shade long to make it up the stairs. Her memory had been overlayered and whereas that left the memory of earlier that day since shehad come here, the part before Manuel had tampered with her seemed strange, making her almost dizzy when she tried to remember. What she did remember was what connected to her rage. Her finding the document with Jimmy´s name on it, the interior of the room... as for the location of the room she was not entirely sure any more. Had it been the other end of the corridor? Or this end? To the right or to the left? Her insecurity and the fact that she could not explain having to think about something like that made her even angrier. SHe was absolutely certain that it was this corridor and she could easily see that it wasn´t too large an areal. Even if she had to open each and every door, so be it. She slowed down a bit when she reached the end of the stare and made a short glance across her shoulder, preparing herself for being ready to react if this was one of these two. An invisible frown crossed her face when she noticed with slight annoyance that it was the other mutant , Manuel. She didn´t pay attention but started to try the first door, the one to the right. Nothing behind it, just an empty room. She tried another one, one that was locked and she had to keep back not to slam her fists against it in annoyance. Something forced her to be calm because despite her rage, Shade had not forgotten about a few general rules of her powers. Invisibility meant being silent, otherwise it was no use.
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Post by Everyone Else on Oct 19, 2009 9:08:41 GMT -5
::Manuel continued to follow behind her. She was opening the doors far more quickly than he could hope to, and so he allowed her to do so without interfering. As soon as they found those two men, he would spring into action, for he had just as much rage as she did, albeit he was not quite consumed.::
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Post by Somebody? on Oct 27, 2009 2:13:47 GMT -5
Harry was furious. He was searching in the upstairs rooms for the mutant and still nothing. The man felt like he was going to snap. After about two more minutes of searching, Harry took a deep breath, let it out, and started heading back to the room. He kept his eyes and ears open listening for everything and everyone. Maybe Steve had had better luck.
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Post by Shade on Nov 6, 2009 0:55:22 GMT -5
Most of the doors, as she found with annoyance, were closed. That was something one shouldn´t be surprised of in a hotel, even in a run down one but Shade was not thinking clearly. Her heart hammering wildly, her adrenaline pushing her up a bit more with every dead end she reached, she focussed more and more on just getting there, just reaching these killers, with every second that passed. She didn´t think about it, as she usually would have, because normal Shade would have been scared by what she was doing and thinking now. She just moved on, her anger and hatred growing just the same as her annoyance was growing with both, the fact that she hadn´t found anyone yet and the fact that she was having a stranger on her tail. She had no idea what she would do once she found those two, but she was acting on insincts and emotions and those would solve the question when she came to it. Therefore, it wasn´t even as much as worth a thought.
Her head snapped around when she heard a sound. This time it wasn´t her follower, but when she turned hastily, she could see it was one of... them. The one who had remained in the room earlier, but she was certain it was him. He had just left one of the adjacant rooms and was now heading into the direction of another room. Away from her. Without thinking, Shade started to run towards him, her jaw and fists clenched.
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