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Post by Jamie Madrox on May 13, 2011 0:57:47 GMT -8
Madrox was trying to be as patient as possible, but the sirens and the fact that he now had an unconscious girl in his arms didn't exactly fill him with confidence. Yes, she'd passed out after he'd given her the meds, and he hoped that it was just her body's way of shutting down so it could reboot. Still, older man, younger, unconscious woman in his arms; He'd seen that Madonna video, and like a prayer, he'd have to get the fuck out of there.
Slinging her over his shoulder, Madrox sent a dupe to go keep the paramedics busy and to throw them off of his tail. He knew that even if the dupe was taken in to custody, it had all of his memories and abilities, so escaping wouldn't be a problem. He'd still have his empathic link to them, so it would keep him in the loop and help him to evade the authorities.
A short drive to the Bronx meant that he could avoid the police and not have to worry about being interrupted. It was a pretty dingy motel that he stopped at, but he knew the owner, and it would be safe for the time being. Finally dropping her on the reasonably sized bed, Madrox set her up with a drip he'd picked up along the way. He didn't know if it would aid her at all; he'd just watched a lot of television.
Letting a duplicate watch the window and another wait outside the room, Madrox sat by the bed, keeping his eye on her just in case she stopped breathing. Funnily enough, this was the first time he'd ever brought a woman to a hotel room without thinking about getting in to her pants. Not that he thought she didn't have nice pants; he hadn't seen them, so couldn't know. Ah, the imagination; Sometimes It was a man's best friend.
((I has permission))
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Post by Chassy Trouble on May 13, 2011 11:38:03 GMT -8
She was most of the way unconscious but not quite there yet when she was lifted up further. Chassy couldn't do anything about it though. Her body just wouldn't listen to her. The only reason she still clung onto a scrap of consciousness was because she was so damned stubborn. It was something she got from her father, she heard. Wherever the hell he was now. He could be dead for all she knew. The jerk.
When the bouncing around started from the man beginning to run, she finally fell out completely. Not that her body could get much limper. And once she was completely out, she started having the craziest dreams involving what had just happened in the mall mixed with other daily events.
She didn't wake up for a good hour. And when she started to come too, she gave a soft groan and her hand slowly came to her chest. It felt like she'd been kicked by a horse. Not fun. Not fun at all. After the groan and shift, she slowly opened her eyes to get an idea of where she was. When she found that it looked like some kind of shady hotel room, Chastity bolted up with a sharp gasp and with her eyes wide open.
"What the... where the.... who the....." She blurted out somewhat weakly before her eyes caught sight of the drip.
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Post by Jamie Madrox on May 13, 2011 14:32:55 GMT -8
Madrox had dozed off some, his dupes watching the exits and the girl asleep in the bed. It was shut-eye time, and he wasn't going to waste the opportunity. That was why when she'd groaned, he sort of popped awake, jumping in his chair and spitting out two duplicates. It was only when he'd instinctively wiped his face to wake up the muscles that he was able to control himself and reabsorb the two of them.
"What the... where the.... who the....."
Madrox sat forward, though didn't lean in more than he should have.
"You're all right. You're safe here." He said finally.
"You took a nasty spill, but I gave you your pills and set up the drip, so that should be enough to make you better... Right?" He asked, not sure what he had given her.
He'd assumed the pills were for her heart, like she'd said, but he worried that he was too late. Now that she was awake, he was worrying less, but he was still worrying.
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Post by Chassy Trouble on May 13, 2011 14:45:27 GMT -8
He hadn't taken her off and hooked her up to some drugs in the drip to make her into an easy heroine hooker did he? She didn't want tobe a heroine hooker! She didn't feel high... Well, didn't feel like what she had heard was high. Was she high? What if she was so high that she didn't think she was high? Oh she was in so much trouble right now....
"You're all right. You're safe here."
Yeah, sure, says the man who she just accidentally covered in acid not too long ago. It hadn't been long ago had it? He'd been pretty pissed about it but seemed to have gotten better. Was that because he was about to sell her off to the highest bidder?
Chassy swooned a little and fell back into a lay. She had been watching too many cold case file episodes.
"You took a nasty spill, but I gave you your pills and set up the drip, so that should be enough to make you better... Right?"
"I think so..?" She replied, sitting back up even if it was a bit slower than the last time.
"Thanks.... a minute longer and I woulda been dead."
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Post by Jamie Madrox on May 13, 2011 15:33:24 GMT -8
She had sat up too quickly, and as a result when the weakness came she was forced to lie back down again. He was watching her now, trying to make sure that everything was in working order without doing anything that might have made him seem like some horrible pervert. He had helped her, though, so maybe he could use that to score himself some brownie points? She was nice looking, sure, but she'd also almost killed him. She wasn't top of his list right now in terms of those he wanted to get in the pants of...
"I think so..?"
She moved back up in to a sit, and Jamie watched her a little more intently, hoping she wouldn't end up feeling crappy if she couldn't sit up.
"Thanks.... a minute longer and I woulda been dead."
Jamie's brow rose for a moment, lowering just as quickly as he began to speak.
"Don't worry about it... But you owe me double now." He said, more teasing her than actually demanding it.
Owing him once already was just as good, anyway.
"So tell me about this power of yours... I haven't seen anything like it before."
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Post by Chassy Trouble on May 13, 2011 15:54:27 GMT -8
"Don't worry about it... But you owe me double now."
Oh so that was how he was going to play it? She knew the name of this game. With what her life was like before the Xavier Institute, she knew plenty of the games of people on the street. She might have had an innocent face but there was a lit more behind those eyes of hers than the normal thoughts joys and troubles of an average teenager.
"So tell me about this power of yours... I haven't seen anything like it before."
"I haven't seen anything like yours either. Making a bunch of copies for yourself. You could get paid big time if you ever decided to form a band or a sports team." She commented, trying to steer the conversation towards him as she eased the needle out of her arm.
"It looks really handy from what I saw of it. So what happens, does each copy think just like you do? How do you keep from losing track of who's the original?"
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Post by Jamie Madrox on May 13, 2011 16:12:18 GMT -8
"I haven't seen anything like yours either. Making a bunch of copies for yourself. You could get paid big time if you ever decided to form a band or a sports team."
Madrox almost smirked, the corner of his lip still turning even if he tried to control himself. So she wanted to dodge the question? Yeah, that wasn't going to work, because for all his gifts and his abilities, what she could do was much more dangerous. More handy in a fight too, so there was that also. He wasn't going to let it go, though he was already getting the impression that she wasn't going to make it easy on him either.
"It looks really handy from what I saw of it. So what happens, does each copy think just like you do? How do you keep from losing track of who's the original?"
"I'm the original." He said, smiling at her.
"There isn't mistaking much who's in charge. And I didn't let pure, unadulterated nightmare fuel in to the world. Or blow it up with a grenade launcher. So you first. Then when you're done, I'll answer your questions best I can. That's fair I think."
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Post by Chassy Trouble on May 13, 2011 16:42:11 GMT -8
"I'm the original."
"How do you know? I mean, there were a lot of yous. How do you know you're not just taking a turn at being the leader?" She asked, trying to keep him talking about himself so she could dodge some more.
"There isn't mistaking much who's in charge. And I didn't let pure, unadulterated nightmare fuel in to the world. Or blow it up with a grenade launcher. So you first. Then when you're done, I'll answer your questions best I can. That's fair I think."
Damn, so much for that plan. Well, it seemed that even if he could split up into a bunch of people, ADD wasn't something he was suffering from.
"Well.... I can bring images to life. Like with that alien monster thing back at the mall. When it comes out, it's real. Not an illusion, not a bunch of smoke and mirrors, it's the real deal." She finally told him.
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Post by Jamie Madrox on May 13, 2011 17:12:20 GMT -8
"How do you know? I mean, there were a lot of yous. How do you know you're not just taking a turn at being the leader?"
How did he really know? Well, all the duplicates eventually went back in to him. He had the combined knowledge of all of them. He had been the primary all his life. His duplicates could remember being absorbed. He couldn't. He had the memory of what it was like to be recombined with the prime, but it had never happened to him. It was just the way it worked, he supposed.
"Well.... I can bring images to life. Like with that alien monster thing back at the mall. When it comes out, it's real. Not an illusion, not a bunch of smoke and mirrors, it's the real deal."
Madrox's brows rose as he considered what she had just said. That was some power she had, with potentially limitless applications and uses. She could create anything out of a piece of paper? What about drawings? Did the object have to look like the poster, or was it her imagination that decided such things? He was certainly getting curiouser and curiouser.
"You can make anything? From any image at all? So If I drew a house, you could make it just appear?" He asked, very interested in what she had to say.
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Post by Chassy Trouble on May 13, 2011 17:31:10 GMT -8
"You can make anything? From any image at all? So If I drew a house, you could make it just appear?"
She paused for a moment, wondering where this might be leading to. What might he want from her if he knew about her abilities? She wasn't about to tell him the weakness tied in with it, seeing how she could use her powers as a shield in a way by making it seem like she was more dangerous than she really was. Kind of like how a beta fish flared it's gills to make itself seem bigger and bolder.
"Pretty much... yeah. It'd have to be a decent drawing though with details and such or it'll just come out as a crap house. If there's no windows, there won't be any, if there's no doors, there won't be any and so on. Sure, some of it's got to do with the person's intention when they made the image or item or whatever. Like with that alien monster, it was a living breathing thing with it's own thoughts and actions based on the background story behind what it is. In the poster, only it's head and shoulders could be seen and it wasn't nearly as big as when it came out." She explained, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and kicking her feet slowly a little.
"It's a type of reality manipulation through images. One of the reasons you won't ever see me running around a museum of paintings or something like that. And forget about me ever visiting a comic store. That would just be obscene." Chassy commented with a slight roll of her eyes.
She'd be dead. Super dead. And she had no clue on what happened to her creations when she died either so it might not even stop the comic-book apocalypse.
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Post by Jamie Madrox on May 13, 2011 18:00:55 GMT -8
"Pretty much... yeah. It'd have to be a decent drawing though with details and such or it'll just come out as a crap house. If there's no windows, there won't be any, if there's no doors, there won't be any and so on. Sure, some of it's got to do with the person's intention when they made the image or item or whatever. Like with that alien monster, it was a living breathing thing with it's own thoughts and actions based on the background story behind what it is. In the poster, only it's head and shoulders could be seen and it wasn't nearly as big as when it came out."
Okay, that was interesting. It seemed that there were a lot of conditions when it came to her powers, but they were beneficial in a way; it made them more dangerous. Sure, he couldn't draw a square, call it a cube of death and have her make one, but there were other applications. Billboards, movie characters, posters (like before). Even the magazines she'd had before in her bag. She was a potent weapon, that was for sure. He wondered, then, whether she was good or bad. The alien thing could have been an evil act that got out of control. Maybe she was out to hurt people?
"It's a type of reality manipulation through images. One of the reasons you won't ever see me running around a museum of paintings or something like that. And forget about me ever visiting a comic store. That would just be obscene."
Madrox gave her a smile, his charming self showing through a little. He had been asking about her powers, and she had answered him. He had just been curious; he wasn't actually planning to use her for evil and take over the world or anything like that. He was just curious. Maybe he had a touch of ADHD in there too? Always wanting to learn new things, have new experiences. It was possible.
"Sounds interesting. All right, your turn; what do you wanna know?"
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Post by Chassy Trouble on May 13, 2011 18:27:51 GMT -8
"Well, if you drink a bunch of water before splitting into nine different you's and the time hit, would all of you have to go at the same time or would the process be slowed down or would it not matter at all? Would you be fighting over the bathroom?" She asked him, using a somewhat childish question to make herself seem a little stupid.
"And, if you had a handful of cash in your hand and did that super clone thing and shot out about a dozen of yourself and set the money down, then pulled yourself together all literal like... would you have that mass of money there or would they all go back together too?" She inquired.
"Just how many of you can you make and are you aware of all the you's that are out there? Like, if one got onto a train and ended up three states away, would you be able to tell? And, if the clones are like you, how like you are they? Can they make clones of themselves? If so, then there's a chance you've got some long lost.... er..... clonies or something, isn't there?"
The very last sentence of that was more of a statement and musing than her asking him about his possible long lost clonies. Chassy had asked a lot. She knew this, but it was with the thought of keeping his mind too busy on answering her to keep from thinking of more questions to ask her about herself.
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Post by Jamie Madrox on May 13, 2011 18:44:25 GMT -8
"Well, if you drink a bunch of water before splitting into nine different you's and the time hit, would all of you have to go at the same time or would the process be slowed down or would it not matter at all? Would you be fighting over the bathroom?"
He wondered if she was actually asking him that question for a moment, or if he'd been hearing things. She couldn't be serious, could she? Surely she had something better in mind than that to ask him. He wasn't so good at the whole "talk about yourself" thing, so he really did need her questions.
"Same time."
"And, if you had a handful of cash in your hand and did that super clone thing and shot out about a dozen of yourself and set the money down, then pulled yourself together all literal like... would you have that mass of money there or would they all go back together too?"
Finally a good question, even if he was surprised to hear it from her. She'd seemed so nice beforehand, and even now he couldn't get over how innocent she looked. She'd asked the question though, and he'd have to give her a proper, fitting answer. At least to be fair.
"The mass would still be there." He answered.
"Just how many of you can you make and are you aware of all the you's that are out there? Like, if one got onto a train and ended up three states away, would you be able to tell? And, if the clones are like you, how like you are they? Can they make clones of themselves? If so, then there's a chance you've got some long lost.... er..... clonies or something, isn't there?"
She had trailed off at the end, possibly not even wanting an answer from him, but he supposed it was only fair that he tell her.
"I don't know how many duplicates I can make. I've never pushed it to the limit. I have an... I don't know what you'd call it, empathy? I have an empathy link with them, so I can feel what they feel, even if I can't read their minds. Yes, my duplicates can duplicate. No, no clones out there. Though I call them "dupes". The empathy thing means that I'd always know if there was one out there."
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Post by Chassy Trouble on May 14, 2011 9:13:30 GMT -8
"Same time."
Short and to the point. It must have been hell fighting over the bathroom though, assuming he didn't just pull himself together so he could get his leak on. But would coming together just make it worse? She might have asked if she felt like more bathroom talk.
"The mass would still be there."
Oh she just loved how long his answers were. But then again, they didn't really leave anything out. His answering might have been direct and short as all hell, but it got the job done she supposed. Even if she didn't get the satisfaction she wanted from it.
"I don't know how many duplicates I can make. I've never pushed it to the limit. I have an... I don't know what you'd call it, empathy? I have an empathy link with them, so I can feel what they feel, even if I can't read their minds. Yes, my duplicates can duplicate. No, no clones out there. Though I call them "dupes". The empathy thing means that I'd always know if there was one out there."
"Oh..."
Now it was her turn to give the short answer.
A small gasp came from her as she stood up, even if the standing caused her to sway a little.
"Aw crap! What time is it?" She asked.
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Post by Jamie Madrox on May 14, 2011 12:53:47 GMT -8
"Oh..."
He'd hoped that she'd understood his answers and that they'd been satisfying, though he couldn't know due to the sudden gasp that came from her when she stood up, even if she swayed a little. Yep, she should have done that quicker.
"Aw crap! What time is it?"
Madrox looked at the time.
"Almost ten o'clock. Got somewhere to be?" He asked, wondering what had gotten her all panicky.
She didn't have to report in to her parents or something, did she? Oh, that would have been wonderful. "Some man took me to a hotel room" would sound great to them, wouldn't it. He didn't even know if she was EIGHTEEN. Shit. Shit. Shit. What was he going to do? What if her parents were mutants too? He'd be fucked six ways from Sunday if they were. Well, if they were powerful mutants, but if she took after them, then no doubt they were powerful.
Crap crap crap crap crap.
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