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PRISON WORLD #1: Spidermarvel (tw violence, harassment, discrimination)
Characters: Ensemble cast, any/all characters of Xistentia!
Summary: F.A.T.E.S. has alerted the population of Xistentia that the enemy has created something new, a Prison World where others refugees of the Multiverse are being brainwashed into destroying each other.
Date(s): July 29-August 5
Warnings/Notes: None, please mark your subject headers with content.
It's New York City in 2017, and Enhanced humans came into public perception after the great Battle against alien invaders 5 years ago. Unlike the Hulk or Thor, rumor has it that most of the Enhanced superpowers in New York developed because of ambient radiation-- hard to say whether that was from the alien weapons, or the nuclear bomb that other humans themselves sent to try to level the city. There's blame to go around. People still find Chitauri tech littered about the city.
In another life, you might have been once an orcish princess or a steampunk scientist, but these days, you're someone different. The new identity and the new body fit you like a glove. You know your friends and your prospects same as you know your own life.
There's one place in New York City where Enhanced and purported allies can be out and about in peace: a speakeasy named Pax Sanctum. It sounds like some hippie shit, but inside, you have green ambient light, sleek white bar, bottles of every liquor type you could want. Rumors vary about peace enforcement here. Some say there's an empath scanning the place constantly, others that there's someone who can manipulate time itself. Older patrons know that the location has moved twice in the past three years, without incident, but no doubt with good reason. Regardless, the bouncers descend quickly whenever a conflict seems to get heated.
And it so rarely does. The ambience is light and sexy. Now and then, you'll find a pyrokinetic showing off lighter fingers to an impressed crowd or an animated debate about current events compared to historical parallels. One level down the stairs, there's even a dancefloor where you will occasionally find dance battles between equally uncoordinated Enhanced and non-Enhanced. It feels like the kind of place where you can let your guard down.
The week's password is Arachnid— there's a Spiderman fan in management somewhere, evidently. Tell the bouncer behind the big metal door.
At 11:42PM on Wednesday, August 2, an explosion rocks the club.
Boom! Glass explodes, people hit the floor. The origin seems to be the dance space at LG 2. An electrical fire erupts immediately, filling the air with a thick, cloying smoke. It's not clear whether the attack was from an Enhanced or a non-Enhanced-- but the fear instantly kindles. People of both kind scramble to form groups of their own, and fight for the two exits. Soon, the sirens of police and fire services begin to echo in the distance, promising interrogations for those who linger. How many people here are un-Registered? And say, didn't you see someone acting a little suspicious right before the blast? Is that them there? And what will you do, when you come across someone bleeding?
Or better yet, when the first punch is thrown, by a couple of angry, drunken survivors right outside there in the nightclub's back alley?
After the explosion, what started as a single incident of violence sends ripples throughout the social fabric of New York City in the weeks after. Police report that the rates of Chitauri-influenced weapons on the street doubles, and even mundane weapons are being bought off the black market at even greater rates than that. Further, every day the news seems to sensationalize stories of stressed Enhanced losing control of their powers... and the Mayor is beginning to make examples out of them, with harsher sentences, rushed proceedings. Whether or not you're Enhanced, the streets are a dangerous place to roam.
Maybe you know that someone's been watching you for days, even weeks. Maybe you noticed— this person you may have known forever, but started acting a little oddly just a few days. Maybe you figured it was sickness or stress, especially after the August 2 explosion. Even people who didn't care about politics at all are starting to take notice now, choosing sides, storing up water... even weapons, the likes of which mankind had never seen before the era of the Chitauri and Enhanced. But this is when it happens: when someone comes to you and offers you the device, the innocent-looking cellular phone, that will change your whole identity.
Or maybe you just stumble upon it yourself. Seemingly a lost phone, a free phone, sitting out innocuous.
You pick it up, and immediately, your mind begins to morph inside your skull, disorienting. Your body doesn't change, but you remember who you are. The phone screen lights up, then unexpectedly projects holographic text into the air in front of your face: Activate Portal to Xistentia?[1]
You pick No. Not right now.
Your mind is flooded with memories of your past, your true homeworld. Your true identity crashes into the false memories that this world brainwashed into you, disorienting, heavy; rapidly, your life here begins to feel like a dream. Luckily, you don't forget the helpful details of passing as a native. Nonetheless, the revelation probably comes at a bad time; in the middle of your workday or on the bus, somewhere public, where people are here to see you... as well as the daemon that's now trying to give you a whole infodump about Xistentia and the battle between F.A.T.E.S. and D.E.S.T.I.N.Y. It might be a good time to find somewhere private to go and get that portal out.
Or maybe you're staying because you have unfinished business in this world. Friends or even enemies who might also need to be awakened and helped. Luckily, your cellphone-- or daemon— tells you that there are others in this world on a similar mission from Xistentia. Maybe you can contact them through your daemon.
You pick Yes.
A portal of glowing light opens in front of you, smelling of ozone, churning with atmosphere. Step through, and you immediately find yourself with the unsettling yet painless sensation of being pulled through space and time. The very molecules of your body supercharge and come apart, shot through the multiverse, and come out on the other side arranged back in your original configuration.
You land facedown on a sandy beach. Your daemon is still with you, but chances are, it no longer looks like a reassuringly ordinary cellphone. It tells you:
"The date is August 12, 2017, F.A.T.E.S. Standard Time. Local Population: 333. Welcome to Xistentia. The city is due East."
One minute, you were in Xistentia, a refugee from your dying world. Charged with studying D.E.S.T.I.N.Y. the enemy of the entire Multiverse or rescuing others from its clutches. You're lying on a stone table, some kind of magic machine in the Telexistence Temple, surrounded by other people from a variety of worlds, all of them anticipating the same unknowns as you are.
The next minute, you're a resident of New York City, totally immersed in your new identity; strangely fixated on keeping your cellphone in hand, but there's nothing strange about that in 2017. For a few days, you were part of this world, completely convinced of a life as rich as your original.
And this is the moment you're back. Suddenly you remember everything, lucidity hitting you like a thunderbolt. You suddenly realize your memories were false, your diet, perhaps even the shape of your body. It's deeply disorienting, and it probably throws you off in the middle of whatever you're doing, whether it's filling a takeaway cup with soda or delivering a speech to a packed auditorium. Suddenly, the false identity you were given sinks into the background; you can still remember enough details to fake it (and maybe take it), but you know who you are.
Hopefully no one here will notice you literally just lost your mind.
The research part of the mission turns out to be pretty easy! All you need to do is carry your cellphone around wherever you go. You're easily mistaken for someone playing Pokemon! Go or texting avidly wherever you walk. The screen shows you nothing but code gibberish, with the occasional flicker when you're near someone else from Xistentia or an awakened person. It's a good excuse to get out and about.
And maybe also an accidental cause of getting in trouble. After all, whether or not you're a part of it, there is a war brewing between two groups of people, and many of those who haven't taken a side are nonetheless on-guard for danger at any given time. You're as likely to come across verbal harassment as violent revenge, or someone using advanced Chitauri-influenced weapons to knock over a liquor store or throw their weight around.
If you visited this world the week before, in wraith mode[2], you've recovered those memories too. It might help you recall some of those who now need rescuing.
Or maybe you're going at it blind. In any case, you equipped with a pre-activated daemon in hand, as well as you're own. Your duty now is to find world-hopping refugees that D.E.S.T.I.N.Y. has trapped here, and match the naive device to its new owner with some form of consent-- whether by trick or explanation. How hard can it be? It's 2017. Everyone needs a cellphone.
Small complication: the entire city is fraught with war and paranoia. And maybe the naive daemon in your hand keeps blinking at you signals that ID someone on the wrong side...
Your daemon will show you the way home. And dump you on back on a familiar beach amid a screaming chaos. You're welcome!
Summary: F.A.T.E.S. has alerted the population of Xistentia that the enemy has created something new, a Prison World where others refugees of the Multiverse are being brainwashed into destroying each other.
Date(s): July 29-August 5
Warnings/Notes: None, please mark your subject headers with content.
SPIDERMARVEL PRISON WORLD
She was really nice and bought me a churro.
PRISON WORLD: SPIDERMARVEL
It's New York City in 2017, and Enhanced humans came into public perception after the great Battle against alien invaders 5 years ago. Unlike the Hulk or Thor, rumor has it that most of the Enhanced superpowers in New York developed because of ambient radiation-- hard to say whether that was from the alien weapons, or the nuclear bomb that other humans themselves sent to try to level the city. There's blame to go around. People still find Chitauri tech littered about the city.
In another life, you might have been once an orcish princess or a steampunk scientist, but these days, you're someone different. The new identity and the new body fit you like a glove. You know your friends and your prospects same as you know your own life.
Pax Sanctum Club
There's one place in New York City where Enhanced and purported allies can be out and about in peace: a speakeasy named Pax Sanctum. It sounds like some hippie shit, but inside, you have green ambient light, sleek white bar, bottles of every liquor type you could want. Rumors vary about peace enforcement here. Some say there's an empath scanning the place constantly, others that there's someone who can manipulate time itself. Older patrons know that the location has moved twice in the past three years, without incident, but no doubt with good reason. Regardless, the bouncers descend quickly whenever a conflict seems to get heated.
And it so rarely does. The ambience is light and sexy. Now and then, you'll find a pyrokinetic showing off lighter fingers to an impressed crowd or an animated debate about current events compared to historical parallels. One level down the stairs, there's even a dancefloor where you will occasionally find dance battles between equally uncoordinated Enhanced and non-Enhanced. It feels like the kind of place where you can let your guard down.
The week's password is Arachnid— there's a Spiderman fan in management somewhere, evidently. Tell the bouncer behind the big metal door.
The Explosion
At 11:42PM on Wednesday, August 2, an explosion rocks the club.
Boom! Glass explodes, people hit the floor. The origin seems to be the dance space at LG 2. An electrical fire erupts immediately, filling the air with a thick, cloying smoke. It's not clear whether the attack was from an Enhanced or a non-Enhanced-- but the fear instantly kindles. People of both kind scramble to form groups of their own, and fight for the two exits. Soon, the sirens of police and fire services begin to echo in the distance, promising interrogations for those who linger. How many people here are un-Registered? And say, didn't you see someone acting a little suspicious right before the blast? Is that them there? And what will you do, when you come across someone bleeding?
Or better yet, when the first punch is thrown, by a couple of angry, drunken survivors right outside there in the nightclub's back alley?
After the explosion, what started as a single incident of violence sends ripples throughout the social fabric of New York City in the weeks after. Police report that the rates of Chitauri-influenced weapons on the street doubles, and even mundane weapons are being bought off the black market at even greater rates than that. Further, every day the news seems to sensationalize stories of stressed Enhanced losing control of their powers... and the Mayor is beginning to make examples out of them, with harsher sentences, rushed proceedings. Whether or not you're Enhanced, the streets are a dangerous place to roam.
NEW CHARACTERS: SAVE ME
Maybe you know that someone's been watching you for days, even weeks. Maybe you noticed— this person you may have known forever, but started acting a little oddly just a few days. Maybe you figured it was sickness or stress, especially after the August 2 explosion. Even people who didn't care about politics at all are starting to take notice now, choosing sides, storing up water... even weapons, the likes of which mankind had never seen before the era of the Chitauri and Enhanced. But this is when it happens: when someone comes to you and offers you the device, the innocent-looking cellular phone, that will change your whole identity.
Or maybe you just stumble upon it yourself. Seemingly a lost phone, a free phone, sitting out innocuous.
Daemon Activate
You pick it up, and immediately, your mind begins to morph inside your skull, disorienting. Your body doesn't change, but you remember who you are. The phone screen lights up, then unexpectedly projects holographic text into the air in front of your face: Activate Portal to Xistentia?[1]
Unfinished Business
You pick No. Not right now.
Your mind is flooded with memories of your past, your true homeworld. Your true identity crashes into the false memories that this world brainwashed into you, disorienting, heavy; rapidly, your life here begins to feel like a dream. Luckily, you don't forget the helpful details of passing as a native. Nonetheless, the revelation probably comes at a bad time; in the middle of your workday or on the bus, somewhere public, where people are here to see you... as well as the daemon that's now trying to give you a whole infodump about Xistentia and the battle between F.A.T.E.S. and D.E.S.T.I.N.Y. It might be a good time to find somewhere private to go and get that portal out.
Or maybe you're staying because you have unfinished business in this world. Friends or even enemies who might also need to be awakened and helped. Luckily, your cellphone-- or daemon— tells you that there are others in this world on a similar mission from Xistentia. Maybe you can contact them through your daemon.
Escape to Xistentia
You pick Yes.
A portal of glowing light opens in front of you, smelling of ozone, churning with atmosphere. Step through, and you immediately find yourself with the unsettling yet painless sensation of being pulled through space and time. The very molecules of your body supercharge and come apart, shot through the multiverse, and come out on the other side arranged back in your original configuration.
You land facedown on a sandy beach. Your daemon is still with you, but chances are, it no longer looks like a reassuringly ordinary cellphone. It tells you:
"The date is August 12, 2017, F.A.T.E.S. Standard Time. Local Population: 333. Welcome to Xistentia. The city is due East."
OLDER CHARACTERS: RESEARCH & RESCUE
One minute, you were in Xistentia, a refugee from your dying world. Charged with studying D.E.S.T.I.N.Y. the enemy of the entire Multiverse or rescuing others from its clutches. You're lying on a stone table, some kind of magic machine in the Telexistence Temple, surrounded by other people from a variety of worlds, all of them anticipating the same unknowns as you are.
The Moment of Lucidity
The next minute, you're a resident of New York City, totally immersed in your new identity; strangely fixated on keeping your cellphone in hand, but there's nothing strange about that in 2017. For a few days, you were part of this world, completely convinced of a life as rich as your original.
And this is the moment you're back. Suddenly you remember everything, lucidity hitting you like a thunderbolt. You suddenly realize your memories were false, your diet, perhaps even the shape of your body. It's deeply disorienting, and it probably throws you off in the middle of whatever you're doing, whether it's filling a takeaway cup with soda or delivering a speech to a packed auditorium. Suddenly, the false identity you were given sinks into the background; you can still remember enough details to fake it (and maybe take it), but you know who you are.
Hopefully no one here will notice you literally just lost your mind.
Do Your Research
The research part of the mission turns out to be pretty easy! All you need to do is carry your cellphone around wherever you go. You're easily mistaken for someone playing Pokemon! Go or texting avidly wherever you walk. The screen shows you nothing but code gibberish, with the occasional flicker when you're near someone else from Xistentia or an awakened person. It's a good excuse to get out and about.
And maybe also an accidental cause of getting in trouble. After all, whether or not you're a part of it, there is a war brewing between two groups of people, and many of those who haven't taken a side are nonetheless on-guard for danger at any given time. You're as likely to come across verbal harassment as violent revenge, or someone using advanced Chitauri-influenced weapons to knock over a liquor store or throw their weight around.
Rescue Rangers
If you visited this world the week before, in wraith mode[2], you've recovered those memories too. It might help you recall some of those who now need rescuing.
Or maybe you're going at it blind. In any case, you equipped with a pre-activated daemon in hand, as well as you're own. Your duty now is to find world-hopping refugees that D.E.S.T.I.N.Y. has trapped here, and match the naive device to its new owner with some form of consent-- whether by trick or explanation. How hard can it be? It's 2017. Everyone needs a cellphone.
Small complication: the entire city is fraught with war and paranoia. And maybe the naive daemon in your hand keeps blinking at you signals that ID someone on the wrong side...
Get Home
Your daemon will show you the way home. And dump you on back on a familiar beach amid a screaming chaos. You're welcome!
Footnotes
- Daemon will take/resume its true form in Xistentia, as soon as the character lands on the beach.
- Wraith mode refers to existing characters who had played in the TDM, able to be seen and heard only by the other refugees.
- Updated plotting thread for new characters is here.
- OOC plot post is here. IC network infodump for existing characters is here.
Wyatt Lawson
B. PRE-EXPLOSION ( OTA )
C. EXPLOSION ( CLOSED TO JADEN )
D. CREATE YOUR OWN ( OTA )
b; slight assumed cr?!
But you know that, [ she adds, smiling. He's a regular same as she is albeit for differing reasons. Not that she's judging, of course. Any way to get by in this city. Rose of all people knows it isn't easy, sometimes. New York City has gone downhill the last few years; a lot of people blame those like her - the Enhanced, the Unregistered - for it.
Not like Rose asked for these powers. She was just an unassuming music student once. Was told she could've made it big, if she'd kept at it. Then suddenly her voice was a weapon and all that fell to pieces real quick. ]
How's it going tonight? [ The 'business.' ]
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Better now you're here, Rosie-Rose.
[ Wyatt has half an eye open in case anyone's watching them. There's always cops around this place. Vigilantes, too, and plenty of them would be as likely to sting him for this as for his powers. ]
Anything I can help you out with tonight?
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Don't you know it, [ she adds, with a wink. ]
There's plenty you can help me with. [ But she's 'taken,' as of late. While she's not sure what she and Vanyel have qualifies as a relationship, she's
trying to be good. It's obviously difficult. ]
But how about just showing me a good time?
[ Whatever that means. ]
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I got you covered, babe.
[ He pulls a small tube of something out of his pocket. It's not very impressive, at least not at first. Then Wyatt gives it a shake, and the liquid inside starts to glow a gentle blue. ]
This stuff's rare, I don't got a lot. But for you? Here.
[ He holds it out on his palm. If she takes it, it'll feel warm to the touch. ]
They make it from that alien shit. Nano tech, or something. Anyways, it's a stim. That'll keep you awake all night, you'll see. Best thing I smoked in months.
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Funny enough, Wyatt's the one she feels she can't reach. He has a true wonderful warmth while she's just an imitator. She can't hold a candle to his shine. ]
Just for me? Don't I feel special, [ she hums, turning over the balmy vial she had easily taken in her hands. It's beautiful.
But Rose knows all about how looks can be deceiving, doesn't she? ]
Any other fun side effects I should know of?
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When I say it keeps you awake, I mean it. You ain't sleeping once it's in you, not till it works its way out. The come down sucks, you'll want to sleep for a day. And it'll be the world's worse hangover. You'll feel like your head's gonna explode.
[ Still, you always have to come down again. That's the case with most drugs, and the ones that lack that problem don't really dole out the good stuff to begin with. Wyatt straightens, lifting his chin. ]
The high's worth it. If you like it, I've got more.
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Not like I was planning on sleeping anyway, [ she finally says. ] So, hey, why not make it a little more exciting? No pain, no gain and all that. Right?
[ 'Why not?' has gotten Rose into a lot of trouble lately, but. Feels like she's damned if she does and damned if she doesn't, so she might as well go for it. ]
What're you asking for it? [ She's not naive enough to think that this is free, after all. ]
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Fifty for the first taste. After that, a hundred for every bottle. Trust me when I say it's worth it, Rose, you're not gonna want to go back.
[ He lifts his eyebrows, trying to challenge her sense of adventure. ]
Half price can't be bad, can it?
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Fifty, huh... [ She hums, turning it over in her head. On the one hand, she has the money. Gigs have been good lately. ]
No, but I feel like I could be getting a better deal still.
[ Now it's her turn to test. She doesn't need the stuff to have a good time, but. She does want it. ]
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You figure? That's a bet I'll take, sweetheart. No one else has their hands on this.
[ That he knows of, anyway. It's more than possible his dealer was lying his face off to push the price up, and Wyatt wouldn't put that past him. Still, until he has proof otherwise, he's playing the exclusivity card. ]
I'll still be here when you change your mind.
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Alright, [ she finally huffs out, giving a shrug of one shoulder. ] Can't say I didn't try. But, sure, if I change my mind I'll be back.
Not like you don't know where to find me either. Maybe I'll see you in there later?
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Yeah, maybe. [ He lies, easily. ] Or I'll see you out here when you're bored of that joint.
You waiting for someone?
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And he's more than ready to make his way out and not deal with any of this when he hears the shout. He takes a step, two, before grunting to himself, turning back towards the ruins of the club, stepping carefully towards the source of the shouts.
Under debris, a guy, fire on his hands. ]
Aw, shit.
[ Jaden doesn't hesitate, and reaches into the well of energy inside of himself to start pushing the debris off of the guy. He's a pyro of some kind, and if he doesn't get himself under control, he could ignite a second blast. Enhanceds have enough problems as is, they don't need to add on top of the latest one.
Once the debris are off, Jaden reaches down, lifting the man in his arms, one hand under his knees, the other around his shoulders. ]
We gotta get you out of here before you make everything worse, dude.
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His hands... ]
What happened?
[ He tries to ask. His head rolls against the stranger's shoulder and stays there, while his eyelids flicker. His fingertips are dripping fire on the ground in their wake. Wyatt curls his hands into fists, trying to stop that. He needs to concentrate. ]
There's something...it hurts.
[ His hand closes around the glass shard in his side, and all at once he panics. He tries to pull it out, desperate to just get it away from him. Instead, it starts to melt in his hands. This isn't going well. ]
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[ Immediately, Jaden starts walking faster, getting the two of them further away from the now destroyed club, to a deserted side alley. Jaden sits the guy down, propped up against a dumpster - it's not exactly hygienic or anything, but he has no idea if the guy is registered, so can't exactly take him to a hospital right now. ]
Shit - don't touch it, you could bleed to death if you take this shit out.
[ Fuck, why did Jaden turn back? What compelled him? He should have walked away. Now here he is, with a random dude that's got a shard of glass the size of Texas in his stomach. Fucking great. ]
Are you registered? Hey, buddy, focus on me, [ Jaden says, clicking his fingers in front of the guy's face to try and focus his eyes. ] are you registered? You need a hospital, man.
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He's still bleeding, though. Badly. He licks his lips. ]
What? I...
[ Hospital. He said hospital.
Wyatt pales even further. ]
No! No, fuck, they'll lock me up, I'm not...I can't go.
[ He looks down at himself. A terrible, nauseous sickness washes over him at the sight of the glass shard. Tearing his eyes from it, he leans back against the dumpster. ]
It's...it's okay, you should. If they catch you here...
[ Hopefully he doesn't need to finish that sentence. Maintaining a solid train of thought isn't very easy right now. ]
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But this guy isn't. Okay. Going to have to do something else, then, that isn't a hospital. And that's going to require some field surgery.
Looking around them, Jaden grimaces when he sees a metal pipe laying on the floor a few feet from them, using his powers to lift it up and shake it - hard enough to get most of the dirt and debris off of it, before bringing it to him. Then he turns to the guy. ]
Okay, dude, can you make your fire hands again? And hold the end of this for a while? Make it white hot?
[ Cauterization, at this point, is the guy's best chance of survival. ]
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[ Wyatt stares from the guy to the pipe. Oh god. Oh god he can't do this, he knows what'll happen next.
Then his eyes tick back down to the glass, partially melted and still sticking out of him. Panic threatens once more at the back of his throat. He wants it out, but he can't just pull it because then he'll bleed to death. He's going that way anyway, he thinks, but if it comes out it'll be faster.
Unless they cauterize it.
Oh god oh god. ]
Shit. Shit. Okay.
[ He wraps his hand around the end of the pipe. With that panic still cloying at his throat, it doesn't take long for the flames to come back. He concentrates on making them hotter and hotter, until the flames burn blue and the top of the pipe turns red. Wyatt lets it go, allowing his flickering hand to fall back to the ground.
He makes himself look back at Jaden and nods, his teeth gritted together. He's as ready as he'll ever be. ]
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Wyatt is one of his own, not one of those Jaden continually fights, and this is nothing like Jaden's usual brand of fighting.
This is field medicine, and Jaden knows it's going to hurt, and he doesn't want to do it, he doesn't, he doesn't.
And yet - without saying anything, or giving Wyatt a countdown to worry about, Jaden pulls out the glass with one hand and a strong, hard pull, immediately putting the red-hot pipe to the wound afterwards, his hands trembling. The massive shard of glass clatters to the ground, and Jaden feels like he's going to cry. ]
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This time it's sudden. It happens so quickly that there's no time to prepare, and it goes from the shock of the glass coming out to the sudden heat, so hot that it feels like ice. It takes a second for it all to register with Wyatt. The loss of the glass sends a flood of blood from his side, and his stomach turns over. On the outside, his skin is fireproof. Inside, Wyatt is not. The pipe leaves his wound in a mess; charred, traumatised, blistered beneath the surface, but not bleeding.
He probably screamed. He doesn't really remember it; he just remembers extreme pain, and how his vision had whitened and then blackened in the wake of it. He's still seeing spots of darkness in front of his eyes now, and his hands are trembling. Fire flickers from them, erratic now. He fixes on his savior's face to keep himself awake, and after a few seconds the fire flicks off. He puts shaking hands on Jaden's arms. ]
Thank you. That's…better.
[ It hurts. God, it still hurts so much. ]
Who are you?
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You still need - stitches. Clean up. All that.
[ This is not a situation he's comfortable with, and he really, really wish he could be far, far away from here right now. His hands are shaking, and his scrambled thoughts are pushing small waves of telekinetic energy around, making random trash fly up and come down hard around him. ]
I'm - no one. [ He pauses, forces himself to calm down and not look at the blood on his hands. ] Jaden.
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He can do this. He pretty much has to. ]
Yeah, me too. No one.
[ He takes a steadying breath, trying to clear his head and make everything stop spinning around. Then he realizes that some things really are spinning around, and he looks sharply at Jaden.
Telekinetic. Okay. At least they're on the same page. ]
There's. Fuck, there's an...an animal hospital. Like five blocks from here. If I can break in. I can...I can stitch it, and they'll have drugs and shit.
[ How does he know this? It's not the first time he'd be hitting up their stores for 'drugs and shit'. Wyatt isn't even looking at his wound. He has no idea how he's going to put a needle to it, but it's that or wait here to die. ]
Will you...will you help me get there? Please. I'll...I can pay you.
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I don't want your money.
[ His tone is sharp, cuts like the glass that was embedded in Wyatt's stomach only minutes ago. But it doesn't matter, when he still leans in, taking one of Wyatt's arms and looping it around his own shoulders. He'd just pull him up with his powers, but he's drained, adrenaline the only thing keeping him going right now. ]
I'll get you there, but that's it, okay? I'm no good Samaritan. [ Besides what it looks like. ]
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Then he takes deep breaths and nods, just concentrating on moving his legs forward. ]
Thank you. That's all I need. I'm sorry, for dragging you into this.
[ What even is 'this'? Wyatt doesn't know. He hadn't even been in the club. He looks at Jaden, trying to convince the two blurred images of him to merge back into one. ]
What happened? Did you see?
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