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 Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2013 12:01 pm
"You're forever telling me off about how much junk I eat, why the change of heart?" Something didn't feel right. Phoebes mind jolted suddenly, her half dazed state (slowly wearing away).
The voice didn't seem right to mach her brother 'So...is it Jack...' she thought for a moment, replaying their conversation in the cafe. After much deliberation Phoebe shook her head only to grimace as a sharp stabbing pain assaulted her senses.
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2013 12:06 pm
"Well, I'm aloud to spoil you occasionally, aren't I? After all, you've been through a lot." He told her he told her with false kindness. 'she's waking up. Should I put her back to sleep? Hm... only if she becomes a handful.'
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2013 12:21 pm
"Been through?...you mean..." Still feeling rather dizzy she buried her face in the crook of Vincent's elbow. "The cafe?..." Phoebe's shoulder throbbed at the mention of it and she gave a rather pathetic whimper.
"did everyone get out ok?" The previously confused tone she had been supporting changed to panic as Phoebe tried to sit up, failing miserably due to the awkward position. "Trent?!, Jack?!"
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2013 12:31 pm
"Trent is fine. Jack was just a clone." Vincent replied. "You'll hurt yourself more if you keep moving around like that. First thing is first: that wound needs to be patched up. I can't keep using my power to hold you together, you know."
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2013 12:33 pm
Coil let out a sigh of relief when Voltedge woke up, she was fine and didn't freak out on them again, that was good. A light smile appeared on his face when she latched on to Serene, seems like she was becoming attached to the girl. He moved with Serene over to the bowl of candies, seems like this was going to be there dinner, a chuckled before grabbing one of the candies "thank you" he said to the girl before popping the candy in his mouth.
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2013 12:46 pm
"Trent's ok?...thank god...and it was another clone?" There were a few minuets silence as Phoebe processed the information, her mind working painfully slow as her fingers grasped her damaged shoulder, hissing as her fingers brushed the sensitive skin.
"If my shoulder needs to be fixed...then...your one of the paramedics?"
Slowly Phoebe cracked open one eyes, coming face to face with nothing but black suit material. 'or that other man from the cafe....whats his name...' Again there was a lull in the conversation as she tried to get her brain to cooperate
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2013 1:01 pm
"Don't worry. You'll be patched up soon. Just try not to open the wound." He replied calmly. His car parked in the parking deck of a large building where he lived. He exited the car with her in his arms and headed to the nearby elevator, going all the way up to the top floor to his pent house.
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2013 1:11 pm
Danica opened the first aid kit she'd taken from under the counter and turned back to the young man. "You're gonna have to take off that shirt so I can get you patched up," she said.
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2013 1:13 pm
"Patched up?" Phoebe's fingers twisted the suit fabric. Her grip was still weak but at least she was able to start regaining some control of her limbs again.
"You still didn't answer my question. Are you a paramedic?" She wailed as vincent left the car. The motion horribly jarring her damaged shoulder as he moved. He was defiantly not a paramedic which only left one option.
It was the outcome she had wanted the least and if she was correct the person carrying her could turn out to be a complete phsyco if pushed to far. To answer her own question (and satisfy a morbid curiosity) Phoebe tilted her head back, her vision swimming at the sudden exposure to light. Squinting she tried to focus on his face but only managed to pick out a mop of shocking blond hair before having to hide her face agin, her head thumping painfully.
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2013 1:23 pm
The one way out of the entwined cafe became whatever was made into it. Trent was on it rather quickly, and each of the clones witnessed a small use of the boy's power. They shared but a glance before hurriedly following. It made sense on some level that the brother shared a similar ability, but it would not help them now.
Clone #5 ran off the scene to meet up with the rest of the police, to obtain license plate information and what have you before dispersing. A pursuit would soon become pointless, but they could try. Quietly, though. The police in the city were rather apprehensive in dealing with villain... anything, and people generally occupied themselves with running as far as they could, while screaming. If the insurance policies in the city weren't the best in the world, everyone would probably have already moved out. Or whatever the reason was.
Many of them watched Trent run off, and then had a quick match of rock-paper-scissors to see who would help him. When done, the clone team split up, to get away till this place attracted more villainy. With Phoebe's overpowered taking, they had bigger problems on their hands than just fighting crime.
A black city car pulled up alongside Trent. The two men dressed as 'The Gent' were inside. The window was lowered and the driver looked up to the Kyle boy.
"Oi, kid, get in! You ain't gonna find your sister on foot!" He yelled out. On cue, the door to the back opened up for Trent to enter. There would be no chase, it was impossible in clogged traffic, they had to go to base. To think they would be invading a villain headquarters so soon, to save someone. It was too much like the good ol' days.
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2013 1:59 pm
Kyle sighed before going to pull his jacket and shirt off, his torso was covered in old scars from 'fighting crime' the scars varied from knife stabs to even a bullet wound, but what really stood out were the recently made wounds that scattered his arm and chest. He wouldn't face the woman, his head was hung, staring at the floor.
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2013 2:34 pm
"I think you know the answer to that, but I don't think you should panic." He told her as they exited the elevator. He pulled a card out of his pocked and swiped it before entering the room to his lavish apartment. "Now lets get a look at that wound." He said, lifting her to the air and holding her up with his powers. "Come to me." He told the medical kit on the wall as it flew to his side and opened up. He gently ran a finger down her shoulder, examining it. "It looks pretty bad, but it's healing well." He told her as he willed out the needle and thick thread for stitches. With a flick of his wrist, the needle sowed Phoebe's skin back together before tightening it. he clipped the string with scissors as the string tied itself into a knot at both ends. He then pulled out a bandade patch to cover the wound and prevent bleeding. "There. Now that wasn't too bad was it?" He asked with a small smirk.
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2013 3:00 pm
Danica ignored the older scars and focused on the new wounds on the young man's chest and arm. She had plenty of her own. "So who were you fighting?" she asked almost casually as she started cleaning and bandaging his wounds, and stitching up the ones that needed it. That was one of the advantages of owning a craft shop: it normally meant you knew how to sew. "I'm Danica, by the way. Danica Lucian."
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2013 3:09 pm
Kyle barely flinched when the girl started stitching him up "it was...just some bum..." He said, wanting to keep out any details of the fight with Spike "I'm Kyle." He said simply, he wouldn't tell her his last name, something he had picked up from the thousands of comic books he had read. "I'm sorry about the mess..." He said, seeing the small trail of blood he had left on the floor.
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2013 3:46 pm
Danica chuckled dryly. "'Just some bum' couldn't have given you injuries like these, buddy. But if you don't wanna tell me the truth, it's your choice. I won't report you. Not that reporting you would do any good in this town." She glanced up at the trail he'd left. "Nice to meet you, Kyle. Don't worry about the mess. I've had to clean worse off the floor before."
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