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The Xavier Institute Mod Journal ([personal profile] astonishing_xmods) wrote in [community profile] xavier_institute_logs2015-08-22 08:09 pm

A SINISTER LEGACY [PART 4] - The escape.

Who: The Sick and the doctors
What: The sick plan an escape to search for a cure before it kills Nightcrawler
Where: Medical Quarantine and the docks
Warnings: Violence
Notes: Part one of the series

[It's nighttime on the 22nd, the plot is set, the day has come. It was finally time to break out, to find answers. To find a cure. They wouldn't find anything sitting here. Henry had found nothing while Kurt was getting worse, his flesh beginning to turn from blue to a boiling shade of red. He had know he didn't have much time. He knew it would take a miracle to survive much longer.

Lying in his medical bed with Flik next to him his tail flicks to the side, giving the signal that it was time to begin.

Seconds later, Flik charges straight for Zancrow, screaming at the top of his lungs and as soon as he does, Kurt bamfs from his table, appearing right next to the first person he's getting ready to teleport out.]
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[personal profile] long_live_the_queen 2015-09-03 04:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Her reply was rather simple, even as she leaned on his shoulder.

"Would you rather die in a cage?"
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[personal profile] friendofdorothy 2015-09-04 12:16 pm (UTC)(link)
He supported her. He knew he was a dead man if he ever told anyone about this.

"There are worse ways to die."

And yet he was there. That should have been evidence enough, from knowing him, that he had at least some faith in the mission.
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[personal profile] long_live_the_queen 2015-09-04 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
She tosses her head a little, uncomfortably aware of her own horns as she spoke.

"Animal pens are back that way, then."

Still, she noticed that he hadn't tried to wiggle away. And his presence here and not there was an answer too.
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[personal profile] friendofdorothy 2015-09-04 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Had enough of those."

The last animal pens he'd seen, he'd been burning them. Maybe it had been his mother's spirit that possessed him to do that. Maybe it was why he was there now.

He set her down, as gently as he could, in a deck chair.
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[personal profile] long_live_the_queen 2015-09-06 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
Kaede wasn't expecting to be set down at first; she grumbled, then hung onto Liir in case it was just the boat doing that tilting thing.

When she actually realized no, there was like, a chair there, she stopped clinging onto Liir like a giant parasite and also stopped grumbling.

"...thanks."

It was probably irksome to keep carrying her around. She wasn't exactly small.
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[personal profile] friendofdorothy 2015-09-06 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
She wasn't, but his time in the army had given Liir some strength to make up for his natural awkwardness. He leaned against the railing, breathing in large gulps but silently.

"Well...I guess we don't have a choice. We solve this or all our people die...Or we're too weak to fight back when the hammer comes down."
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[personal profile] long_live_the_queen 2015-09-06 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
This chair was comfortable enough; it was at least a significant change from a plastic mattress. Kaede sat back and crossed her feet at the ankles, looking out at the water in the same direction Liir was. There were a few rows of ferry lights twinkling by in the distance.

"So either way we're staring death in the face."

The thought wasn't...as disquieting as she thought it'd be. Perhaps it was because she could pretend it was far away yet; too far to be terribly important.