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Post by Lauren on Apr 16, 2011 20:22:00 GMT
Mystique dragged Anna through the mansion, easily avoiding any then-X-Men due to the memory they were in, then-Mystique and then-Logan had the X-Men gathered around the table, announcing her first (with Logan at least) pregnancy. Mystique and Anna searched the Mansion avoiding the kitchen. It didn't take long for Mystique to spot Logan and Jean in the garden. She picked up speed, running out of the doors, pulling Anna behind her. She leapt into Logan's arms, one arm around his neck, one hand holding Anna's, legs around his hips, lips pressed to his instantly. "Where did you go?" She mumbled against him, "I thought it'd take forever to find you again, going through Anna's pets funerals for the rest of eternity,"
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Post by Jacky on Apr 16, 2011 20:28:49 GMT
Logan wrapped one arm around Mystique's waist, keeping her close against him and shutting her up with another kiss.. while he still kept a hold of Jean's hand. Anna rolled her eyes at the two of them, trying not to look awkward while she, too, was attached to the couple. "Sooo.." She turned to Jean, "I heard we had to find you. Now what?"
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Post by Lauren on Apr 16, 2011 20:31:38 GMT
Mystique grinned against Logan's lips, stealing on final kiss before she broke it, leaning her forehead against Logan's while she tilted her head to look at Jean. "You can fix this, right?"
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Post by Jacky on Apr 16, 2011 20:33:51 GMT
"I don't know," Jean said, frustration in her voice. "But I can try. I'm just.. afraid I'll do something wrong," She said, her eyes flicking over to Logan while she admitted the last part.
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Post by Lauren on Apr 16, 2011 20:35:40 GMT
"It's the only chance we've got of getting home," Mystique said, "You've gotta do whatever you can,"
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Post by Jacky on Apr 16, 2011 20:41:04 GMT
"Maybe we should find the others first, reunite the team.." Jean started.
"No," Logan interrupted her. He didn't feel like revisiting any more memories with Jean and Anna in tow. "We gotta fix this. If ya can, get us back to where we were when the world blacked out.. minus a couple of minutes." He grunted, intending to gut fake-Jean before she'd have the chance to ever make this happen.
Jean swallowed nervously, and her grip on Logan's hand tightened while she tried to focus. Her eyes started to glow with a faint orange, and her skin seemed to ignite with a soft fire.
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Post by Lauren on Apr 16, 2011 20:42:46 GMT
Mystique's grip on Anna's hand tightened, her arm tightening around Logan's neck. She closed her eyes, forehead against his, silently willing with all her might that this would work. If it didn't ... well that just didn't bare thinking about.
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Post by Jacky on Apr 16, 2011 20:49:59 GMT
The world turned white once more, and they all blacked-out for what seemed like minutes. When Logan's eyes finally snapped open again, he was instantly aware of two things. One was that he wasn't holding Mystique anymore. The other was that something was hurtin' like a bitch. They were back in the room where the fight had taken place, each one in the place where they'd been before.. and six laser-claws were dug deeply into his stomach. Logan growled as his claws shot from his fists. He lost it. After all these memories.. after losing Mariko again.. the red rage raised before his eyes. Berserk, he tore three claws through the gut of laser-claws, and sunk the other three in the guys throat. While he stumbled back, Logan charged at fake-Jean with a feral growl, claws-first.
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Post by Lauren on Apr 16, 2011 20:52:09 GMT
Mystique woke up to the sound of his feral growl. She sat up quickly, pushing the daze away and scrambling to her feet. She grabbed hold of Anna's hand, still half asleep on the floor. "We're going," She told her sharply, dragging her towards the jet.
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Post by Jacky on Apr 16, 2011 20:55:40 GMT
"What.. Oh my god!" Anna gasped when she realized they were back, and what was going on. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly and focussed, teleporting all the X-Men, except Logan, out of there.
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