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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.]
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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[Or, yanno, a really morbid one.
Seriously Kaede.]
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[It's not the morbidity of the thought. She really doesn't mind it.]
[But the visual nature of it, the focus on image...]
[It's a little too close to her thoughts, a little too true on a little too personal of a level, and feeling like Kaede has noticed that shameful urge she has to play the perfect martyr, there's terrified guilt written all over her face.]
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So Krista's silence was...strange.
As was the continued silence. Usually she would have said something by now.
Kaede turned to look at her (was Krista hurt?), and--what a curious expression on her face.
Hm.]
Don't like it?
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[Krista smiles, bent on covering her tracks.]
It's just sad to think of.
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[There's a sarcastic drawl and a note of suspicion in her voice. Krista got so...slippery whenever Kaede mentioned anything like this.]
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[She kept skittering around. What was Krista hiding this time?]
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Gently, but she did.]
You keep doing that when you don't want to answer something.
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How long are you going to keep doing that, Krista?
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[Not this debate again. Kaede sighed through her nose, looked straight ahead, and dropped her hand away from Krista's face.
-onto the smaller girl's hand, which initially made Kaede freeze. She...she meant to do that. Right? Yes. She did. Clearly.
After all, she wasn't going anywhere. She was here if Krista wanted to talk.
And she was leaving her hand on top of Krista's, too. So there]
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[...What was her hand doing there?]
[Did it get there by accident? That seemed unlikely, right? Why wasn't she moving it?]
[She didn't have to move it or anything, just... why?]
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Even when Krista noticed, mid-sentence.
Though that did make her tense a little, before relaxing again.]
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[What else was she supposed to say?]
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[It wasn't "move the fuck over" or "let go", so she did neither.]
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[Krista's hand was soft. It took a major effort not to wiggle her fingers. That would be...well, that might tickle. And feel strange and then Krista would tell her to move.]
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She sort of...meant to do that?
She definitely wasn't going to move away though. That would be like giving up or retreating and she was fine right here, see?]
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