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Post by Lauren on Apr 16, 2011 20:58:48 GMT
Mystique sat in the pilots seat of the jet once Anna teleported them. The rest of the X-Men were discussing what happened, how they got back, what caused it. Mystique sat in silence, tapping her fingers on the control panel, waiting for her husband to come out of the rage and join them.
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Post by Jacky on Apr 16, 2011 21:08:47 GMT
Anna moved to the front of the jet quietly and sat down in the passenger's seat, close to her friend. She was exhausted, physically and mentally drained from the time-jumping, but she still figured she should be there with Mystique while her husband was going psycho-killer inside. "..So uhm.. you sure he'll be alright in there?" She asked, maybe not the most tactful conversation-starter. "I mean.. not that I'm doubting it. It's just, with these guys kicking our asses and stuff.."
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Post by Lauren on Apr 16, 2011 21:09:38 GMT
Mystique glanced up at Anna when she spoke, then her gaze drifted to the door of the jet. "Trust me, if there's any time we're going to kick these guys asses, now is that time," Mystique said, knowing exactly what triggered the berserker rage, and it wasn't the fake-Jean or laser-claws.
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Post by Jacky on Apr 16, 2011 21:20:34 GMT
Anna gave her friend a slight, nervous smile. "Good. That's good."
Inside, Logan growled when he retracted his claws from fake-Rogue, who the last to fall dead by his feet. He sank to his knees and breathed in slowly while the red haze before his eyes cleared. He was wounded badly, cuts and shot-wounds all over his body, blood on his skin. But he barely felt the pain. Now that they were back, it was definite. Mariko was still dead. Eventually, Logan pushed himself to his feet unsteadily, wanting only one thing now - and that was to get home to his daughters. Logan dragged himself away from the massacre he'd caused, and left the building.
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Post by Lauren on Apr 16, 2011 21:22:27 GMT
Mystique looked up the second the jet doors opened again. She jumped to her feet and was quickly by Logan's side, hand either side of his face making him look at her. "You good?" She checked, checking the red haze had faded, while she took his arm and walked him to his seat.
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Post by Jacky on Apr 16, 2011 21:28:26 GMT
"Yeah," Logan told her one-wordedly, while he lowered himself into his seat. Hank looked over his shoulder to ask whether the fake-X-Men were neutralized, but one look from Logan made him change his mind and look the other way again. Once everyone else was sure to leave him alone, Logan took Mystique's hand and pulled her into his arms. "You too?" He eventually asked in a mumble, knowing that all this time-jumping must've gotten to her, too.
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Post by Lauren on Apr 16, 2011 21:32:06 GMT
Mystique gave him a slight nod, "Yeah," She told him simply, even if it wasn't strictly too. They'd both seen a lot of things they hadn't wanted to, it wasn't going to disappear right away. Mystique let Jean take over piloting the jet in favour of staying in her husband's arms. She leaned her head against his shoulder, careful not to lean on any wounds, not caring that he was covering her in blood too.
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