Heretics: Regrouping
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xp_logsBack at their hotel, Nathan, Catseye and Monet watch the news and try to decompress.
They'd made it back to the hotel, and wonder of wonders, there had been no sign of further trouble incoming. Then again, maybe it made sense. It had taken Monet about five seconds flat to get the inhibitor off his wrist once they'd hooked up, and if anyone in Trask's group had half a brain, they'd have known that.
Yet even with his powers back, Nathan hadn't quite been able to bring himself to breathe a sigh of relief. They weren't out of the woods yet. Yes, Hark had followed through with his promise to get the rental car out of the area - it had been waiting for them when they'd gotten back to the hotel, not surprising given that they'd been on foot getting back - but there had been witnesses to at least some of the incident. But as the hours stretched onwards, there was no knock at the door, no phone call from the police. Finally, Nathan had thought it safe to start making plans to get them out of the country.
"... right. Well, I'll get Moira to send her plane, I think. We're not in any immediate danger at this point, I don't think, and bringing the Blackbird in here could be tricky." Nathan made a face. "... well, I hope to hell not, because I'm not in a mood to play nice if they try it again.... okay. Right. I will keep you updated." Hanging up with Scott - it wasn't his first call to the mansion since they'd gotten back here, but it was certainly the most conclusive - he turned his attention to the two girls watching the local news, and came over to check on Catseye in particular.
"How's the head?" he asked briskly, leaning over to take a look at her eyes and reassure himself that the pupils were still nicely equal. He'd sent Monet down to the restaurant in the lobby to get Catseye some food to deal with the hunger pangs from that much shifting; she was seeming much more like herself than she had.
When he leaned over, Catseye licked his nose. She was feeling particularly cat-like after everything that had happened. "Head is okay. Is the bus with wings coming to get us so the moronic people won't come get SoftHands?"
"That's the plan," Nathan said, unable to help a faint smile as he straightened, wiping his face. He looked over at Monet. "You all right?" he asked. She seemed subdued, which wasn't really a surprise given what she'd seen.
"Yeah. I'm good, Nate. Ready to head home, though, if it's all the same." Monet shrugged and took a sip of her tea. She glanced over at the TV which was currently showing a slightly different set of pictures about the Incident. "What are they saying this time? I can't quite follow it."
Nathan sat down between them and listened. "Sounds like they've come to a conclusion that it was gang activity at the port," he said after a moment, his voice low. "Wait. They're actually identifying Moses by name... that didn't take long. Escaped international fugitive and arms dealer, found dead." He took a deep breath and then let it out. "At least I can tell T'Challa he's dead. Damned if I know what to think about the circumstances, though."
"I should have known she was going to kill him. I am a bloody telepath, after all. But I just thought that she was going to do what I'd do... I don't even know why she did it," Monet said.
Nathan opened his mouth to answer, then looked back at the television sharply. "Huh. Reports of a mutant losing control of her powers and causing a traffic accident... I was wondering if that would show up in the news too. Pretty innocuous interpretation. I wonder..." He didn't have any idea why he was being so calm about this. Maybe because Monet and Catseye were here, and gibbering in a corner or smashing up the place wasn't an option.
Catseye crawled into Nathan's lap, put her arms around him and rested her head on his shoulder, sensing that he was tense. "She did it because she was SillyBadWoman," she explained to Monet. "Throwing buses and killing people is VeryVeryBad and so is trying to take SoftHands but Catseye and BigHairGirl won't let anyone take SoftHands."
"No, because we'd have to explain it to Moira. You ever seen her when she's angry? Really, really scary stuff there." Monet sighed tiredly and picked up the pillow, tucking it between her head and the wall and half closing her eyes. "They mention the awesome mutant who stopped the traffic accident from going really badly? No? Probably a good thing."
"I think I'd settle for us all getting home safe, and not getting Elpis kicked out of Morocco." Maybe not the time to be focusing on the latter, but at least it was a relatively... safe and logical topic. Guardian angels with ties to his mother and a penchant for smiting his enemies were another matter entirely.
They'd made it back to the hotel, and wonder of wonders, there had been no sign of further trouble incoming. Then again, maybe it made sense. It had taken Monet about five seconds flat to get the inhibitor off his wrist once they'd hooked up, and if anyone in Trask's group had half a brain, they'd have known that.
Yet even with his powers back, Nathan hadn't quite been able to bring himself to breathe a sigh of relief. They weren't out of the woods yet. Yes, Hark had followed through with his promise to get the rental car out of the area - it had been waiting for them when they'd gotten back to the hotel, not surprising given that they'd been on foot getting back - but there had been witnesses to at least some of the incident. But as the hours stretched onwards, there was no knock at the door, no phone call from the police. Finally, Nathan had thought it safe to start making plans to get them out of the country.
"... right. Well, I'll get Moira to send her plane, I think. We're not in any immediate danger at this point, I don't think, and bringing the Blackbird in here could be tricky." Nathan made a face. "... well, I hope to hell not, because I'm not in a mood to play nice if they try it again.... okay. Right. I will keep you updated." Hanging up with Scott - it wasn't his first call to the mansion since they'd gotten back here, but it was certainly the most conclusive - he turned his attention to the two girls watching the local news, and came over to check on Catseye in particular.
"How's the head?" he asked briskly, leaning over to take a look at her eyes and reassure himself that the pupils were still nicely equal. He'd sent Monet down to the restaurant in the lobby to get Catseye some food to deal with the hunger pangs from that much shifting; she was seeming much more like herself than she had.
When he leaned over, Catseye licked his nose. She was feeling particularly cat-like after everything that had happened. "Head is okay. Is the bus with wings coming to get us so the moronic people won't come get SoftHands?"
"That's the plan," Nathan said, unable to help a faint smile as he straightened, wiping his face. He looked over at Monet. "You all right?" he asked. She seemed subdued, which wasn't really a surprise given what she'd seen.
"Yeah. I'm good, Nate. Ready to head home, though, if it's all the same." Monet shrugged and took a sip of her tea. She glanced over at the TV which was currently showing a slightly different set of pictures about the Incident. "What are they saying this time? I can't quite follow it."
Nathan sat down between them and listened. "Sounds like they've come to a conclusion that it was gang activity at the port," he said after a moment, his voice low. "Wait. They're actually identifying Moses by name... that didn't take long. Escaped international fugitive and arms dealer, found dead." He took a deep breath and then let it out. "At least I can tell T'Challa he's dead. Damned if I know what to think about the circumstances, though."
"I should have known she was going to kill him. I am a bloody telepath, after all. But I just thought that she was going to do what I'd do... I don't even know why she did it," Monet said.
Nathan opened his mouth to answer, then looked back at the television sharply. "Huh. Reports of a mutant losing control of her powers and causing a traffic accident... I was wondering if that would show up in the news too. Pretty innocuous interpretation. I wonder..." He didn't have any idea why he was being so calm about this. Maybe because Monet and Catseye were here, and gibbering in a corner or smashing up the place wasn't an option.
Catseye crawled into Nathan's lap, put her arms around him and rested her head on his shoulder, sensing that he was tense. "She did it because she was SillyBadWoman," she explained to Monet. "Throwing buses and killing people is VeryVeryBad and so is trying to take SoftHands but Catseye and BigHairGirl won't let anyone take SoftHands."
"No, because we'd have to explain it to Moira. You ever seen her when she's angry? Really, really scary stuff there." Monet sighed tiredly and picked up the pillow, tucking it between her head and the wall and half closing her eyes. "They mention the awesome mutant who stopped the traffic accident from going really badly? No? Probably a good thing."
"I think I'd settle for us all getting home safe, and not getting Elpis kicked out of Morocco." Maybe not the time to be focusing on the latter, but at least it was a relatively... safe and logical topic. Guardian angels with ties to his mother and a penchant for smiting his enemies were another matter entirely.
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