scmethinginthewater

[scmethinginthewater]

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Reyna had felt alone for a long time. Long before she’d actually run away. She kept to herself, knowing that she could never really reciprocate friendships at school. How could she bring anyone home and let them see what it was like? And then when she discovered her powers... Well, mutants weren’t very popular either. Not at home and not at school. It wasn’t long after that that she’d taken off on her own.

Finding Carmilla had been unexpected. Finding a companion in her even more so. And if she felt anything more than that fragile friendship... Well, Reyna would deny it. There was no point in indulging it; Carmilla didn’t like her. Not just in that way, but it seemed often that Carmilla tolerated her at best. Pulling away when like Reyna burned her, staring at her with an unreadable expression. So Reyna buried it, and pretended it didn’t hurt.

Reyna rolled her eyes at the comment. “If you don’t like it, I’m sure there’s a spot under the nearest bridge because this is all they had. And everywhere else is either booked out or expensive.” The room was revolting, but Reyna was feeling defensive. It wasn’t like Carmilla was suggesting other options.

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It was better to remain alone, at a distance, to never again let anyone close enough to love them.  Carmilla had spent over a century with this firmly held belief, and yet, for some reason, she had agreed to travel with Reyna anyway.  She fascinated her; she could not look away from her, even though she knew it would be much wiser to break off this little team-up of theirs now, before either one of them could get too attached.  However much she tried to deny it to herself, though, the truth remained that the young runaway managed to carve out a place for herself in Carmilla’s cold, guarded heart.

She did deny it, though, because to accept it would only cause herself more pain than she could bear to face again, whether Reyna felt the same or not (which she certainly did not).  When their hands met, she pulled away.  When she thought Reyna might have caught her looking just a little too long, she averted her eyes.  She had been here before, and she could not do it again.  Rather than dwell on that, therefore, she chose to distract herself with something they could surely both agree on, something there was no need to hide.  “This room is revolting,” she decided, looking around their temporary refuge in displeasure.  “It might be the worst I have ever seen.  We won’t be staying here long, will we?”

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jereviendrai​:

Klara’s lack of a strong reaction gave Ivan pause. Maybe a little too much pause. The pair stood and stared at one another for what felt like ages – was just seconds, but felt like forever. Too long. It was almost impressive, how quickly the adrenaline left Ivan’s body – leaving him to deal with the mess of a break-in all by his lonesome. Leaving him with the discomfort of being able to stop and think critically for two seconds. These moments were typically a blessing for him, but this time… well, this time he just wished he could force her to get out.

She hadn’t taken anything. Nothing valuable, anyway. Nothing with any resale value. Just… food. Food that she devoured on the spot, rather than literally anywhere else. It was just weird. Struck him as odd. Not much of a threat – just a nuisance that he’d have to pick up after.

Some home invasion this was.

“Seriously, what the fuck? What’s- what’s your problem?”

He tried to sound angry, perhaps a little intimidating, but he really just came off as… confused. This was uncharted territory for him. Maybe if she’d been aggressive he could’ve kept the momentum going, but they were both just standing there. He wasn’t able to do much with that, was he?

“Explain yourself, or– or–”

He groaned, dragging his hands through his hair.

“Christ, dude, you’re fucking up my night. Why’re you here?”

Klara stood as still as a statue, her muscles tensed and ready to leap into action if she needed to, like a deer in headlights. She felt like prey, though she had been trained to be a predator all her life. This, however, was totally unknown to her. Entirely foreign and strange. She could see the young man relax, and in that moment, she slowly began to move again, lowering her hands with the food still in them.

Until he spoke. His words, his accent, grated harshly as unfamiliar to her ears. She froze again, eyes darting over him and to the window. But slowly, her gaze came back to him. He didn’t sound angry. Or at least, not anger as she knew it. Anger that meant pain, that meant punishment. He sounded... Well, she wasn’t sure what it was.

But he asked her to explain. She didn’t understand everything he’d said, but she knew that much. And he’d asked why she was here.

“Food. I... I am hungry.” Her English is accented and stumbling, but it was all she had. Unless... “Do you speak Russian?” she asked, switching tongues quickly.

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Lorna’s hand instinctively went to her belly as the conversation turned to her baby, feeling protective even if there was nothing to be concerned about. “Good. Kicking more and more.” A soft smile came across her face as she glanced down. “Not long now. I think she’s eager.” She had a strong feeling that it was a girl--Aurora still lingered in her mind, along with that whole conversation--but she hadn’t checked. “Yeah. My first. Do you have kids?”

“Hi. Im Negan.” Negan said as he extended his hand to Lorna. He was finally meeting the mutant royalty and there was quite the amount of respect he had for the girl. She was powerful but from what he had heard, she had a bite to her and he was dying to find out the truth.

He had been working with Reva and the Frost sisters for a few years now and they were finally where they needed to be to expand. “And you’re the fucking Polaris.” He said with colorful language like always. “I gotta say, you scare the shit outta me. So whatever you fucking need, dont hesitate to come find me.” He said a smile on his bearded lips.

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setitallaflame​:

“I don’t know, I don’t think so - I don’t think they got close enough…” Even so, Clarice was patting herself down, searching her jacket and pants pockets, smoothing her clothing down looking for any lumps. Meanwhile, she realized, “Wouldn’t you be able to - sense it, or whatever it is you do? I mean, tracker - I’m guessing that involves metal. Or at least an electrical current that’s similar to a cellphone…” Which she also knew the other woman could sense and manipulate. She didn’t exactly get how it worked, but she tore holes through space and she couldn’t tell anyone the science behind that, either. 

Nor did Lorna. Her powers meant she could fight them and keep them at a distance, that she didn’t need to be close to turn their own weapons against them. And Claire is right, of course, that Lorna would notice if there was something on them. Metal, or electronics, would be easily detectable. And another check--as if she hadn’t already done that in their last location--proved again that there was nothing there. But she was trying to cover every base, because-- “We can’t go back to the Underground if they’re still following us. So we need to figure out what it is.”

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Part of him might have felt something gentle within him at seeing one of the kids protecting the other, but there wasn’t a chance for anything warm to spark within him before fire lit the room, heating the air and getting far too close. “Hey, hey,” Marcos said, trying to keep his voice from getting too sharp, and though he still held his hands up, they were moved to one of showing he meant no harm. “We’re on your side.”

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Marcos was better at the gentleness than she was. Lorna was sharp edges and teeth too often for the fire attack not to both annoy and amuse her at the same time. But she could hear in Marcos’ voice that he wasn’t exactly feeling as gentle right now either. “Need to update our intel,” she muttered. Louder, to the kids, she added, “There’s people looking for you. But you knew that right? Well, we’ll make sure they don’t find you.”

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for-remembrxnce​:

Rosaline was skeptical that this night could go as smoothly as the Prince evidently hoped it would.  So many Capulets and Montagues in one place never ended well, and the addition of alcohol would certainly not help matters, regardless of anyone’s intentions.  Not that she particularly trusted the integrity of either family’s intentions anyway, of course, but that was beside the point.  However she personally felt about this night’s potential, though, she was a Capulet, and that meant that she had to be here.  Besides, who else would keep her sister and her cousins out of trouble, if she were not there?

Never one to make herself the center of attention, Rosaline contented herself with standing to the side, gaze wandering over the attendees, keeping a particular eye out for a potential situation.  What she found instead was the approach of an unfamiliar (at least as far as she could tell) woman in a fine dress.  “Good evening,” she returned, with a polite smile and curtsy of her own.  “The Prince has organized quite a lovely celebration, would you not say?”  A trace of irony lingered under the surface of her words, though at face value they appeared perfectly polite.

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Bex didn’t so much expect the night to have no shenanigans as much as hope there would be. Otherwise tonight would be so boring. What was a little bit of fun here and there anyway? In truth, it had been the promise of excitement that had eventually made Rebecca stop arguing about being told what to do and come with minimal protest. She wanted to get into some trouble before the night was over. But she was willing to postpone that mischief to talk to someone interesting.

And that hint of irony was certainly interesting. Bex smiled, her eyes glinting behind the mask. “It is certainly lovely. But what else could one expect from Verona’s finest and the Prince? Are you enjoying it?” A different question entirely in her mind.

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Klara was trying to help. She should’ve known better than to touch Ivan though. Looking at him now, she could see the tics and the tension running through him, wound as tight as a bowstring. She could see the steam on his hand, realising quickly how close she came to getting burnt. But Klara didn’t flinch at that; she was far more surprised at his restraint than the threat of violence or pain.

At his laugh, her eyes flicked to his face. Biting her lip, she shrugged and then shook her head. “No.” Her experiences had been... limited. One extreme or another; the trainers who only touched to punish and cause pain, and the one who’d gotten her out who’d shown her that it could be gentle and soothing. “...Sorry.” She took a step back, giving Ivan more space. “You are...” She paused, looking for the word. He was angry or upset with her, yes. Klara knew that. But there was something else there too. “Something happened?”

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jereviendrai​:

Every monster had a weakness – even one so loathsome and dead inside as Eve. All it took was one spark – an arm’s-length of flame – and he tore his grip from the girl’s arm. Stumbled back as though he’d been burned. His skin tingled, unfeeling, scars hidden beneath clothing prickling as though they were fresh. He swore he could feel those flames lapping at his skin, charring and cooking his flesh. His confidence melted away into abject terror. Anger. How dare she-

“Brat. You brat-” Eve spat at her. He hated pyros. Hated them. Thought he had his hands full with the one in his life, but here stood another to contend with. Had he known, he might’ve brought an extinguisher. A bucket. A hose.

The shadows around them began to move, circling Reyna and Darcy like sharks in deep water. As though possessed by some otherworldly force, Eve’s hands and arms moved like he was conducting a silent symphony, the shadows undulating with each and every motion. They were closing in on the girls fast, quickly choking out every last bit of light left.

Reyna hadn’t expected it to be so effective. It had been a desperate move, hoping that Eve wouldn’t want to get burnt and would let her arm go. But instead she saw that fear in his eyes. Oh, there was anger too, a fury she was more than familiar with. But it was the fear that Reyna could use to her advantage. It was the fear she hadn’t expected.

As he let her go, stumbling back, Reyna stepped forward. Her hand was still alight and she shoved it towards Eve, flame bursting forwards as shadows had done a minute before. “Yeah? Don’t like fire?” Her eyes were no longer as black as his, back to their usual dark brown and the fire reflected in them with delight. 

But they weren’t out of the woods yet. Reyna felt the shadows whipping around them, circling them ever closer. But though it blocked the light from her fire, Reyna could still feel its warmth. Feel that it was alight in her hands. And behind her, glowing despite the lack of other light, she could see Darcy, whose powers were keeping her visible despite the sudden plunge into darkness. For now, anyway, as the shadows seemed to dim even Darcy’s light. Reyna growled in frustration and thrust the fire forwards again, towards where Eve had been. He may not be able to see the fire, but he’d feel it.

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Hunter Schafer

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“No. I guess not.” Lorna had never really felt like she had a choice in this war. This fight had been handed to her. And now to her daughter. Only Lorna wouldn’t let that happen. But despite how she might feel about Marcos and John staying behind, there was a flash of warning in her eyes when Negan spoke of them, a sharpness in her gaze. They were still important to her. And yet, Negan wasn’t wrong. “Thanks.”

She nodded in acknowledgement as he showed her the training room, snorting at the idea of telling Reva to fuck off. Oh, she had set boundaries with Reva as soon as she could. “I’ll remember that.”

“Hi. Im Negan.” Negan said as he extended his hand to Lorna. He was finally meeting the mutant royalty and there was quite the amount of respect he had for the girl. She was powerful but from what he had heard, she had a bite to her and he was dying to find out the truth.

He had been working with Reva and the Frost sisters for a few years now and they were finally where they needed to be to expand. “And you’re the fucking Polaris.” He said with colorful language like always. “I gotta say, you scare the shit outta me. So whatever you fucking need, dont hesitate to come find me.” He said a smile on his bearded lips.

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fxntasmagoria​:

“That she does darlin’.” He agreed, using the butt end of Lucille to hit the elevator button. Negan could be downright brutal, especially with Lucille but that was something Reva had use for and so he was there. Plus he shared the same visions of coexisting with the humans. He considered people resources.

He noticed her trail off and cocked a brow. “Just a shame what?” He asked bluntly. Negan always said first thing that came to mind whether it was appropriate or not. He was pushy at the best of times. “Shit sorry. Ya dont have to answer that.”

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Lorna glanced at Lucille, noting almost subconsciously the presence of the barbed wire on the bat. It told her more about Negan than his words did really. Gave him a vicious edge. One that clearly Reva was wielding to their advantage. Lorna tried not to let that bother her. Reva had a purpose in what she did, and Lorna knew that in this war they had been hiding for too long. They had to fight back. No more sacrifices.

“Just a shame my colleagues couldn’t see what I did,” she finished. Not exactly what she was thinking--she missed John and Marcos far more than she cared to admit to anyone in the Inner Circle--but close enough. “It’s fine. We didn’t see eye to eye. Now I’m here and they’re not.”

"Hi. Im Negan." Negan said as he extended his hand to Lorna. He was finally meeting the mutant royalty and there was quite the amount of respect he had for the girl. She was powerful but from what he had heard, she had a bite to her and he was dying to find out the truth.

He had been working with Reva and the Frost sisters for a few years now and they were finally where they needed to be to expand. "And you're the fucking Polaris." He said with colorful language like always. "I gotta say, you scare the shit outta me. So whatever you fucking need, dont hesitate to come find me." He said a smile on his bearded lips.

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fxntasmagoria​:

“Shit i forgot Reva hasnt said much.” He chuckled and took Lucille off his shoulders to use her to top up against. “Power wise superhuman strength and im completely bullet proof.” He said, sounding proud of himself like always. “For Reva though, well thats more of what she decides to tell you but between us, I take out who she needs to be taken out.” He added.

“Come on, ill give ya the tour of the fuckin’ place.” He motioned for her to follow him. “So you ran the underground huh? I almost wandered there before I met Reva.” He rambled on. “You got a damn big reputation. Thats something i can respect.” Respect was big for Negan. He demanded it for himself but he also knew when to give it and Lorna definitely earned his.

Lorna snorted and shrugged. “She keeps it need to know.” And clearly Reva thought Negan could introduce himself, rather than needing her to prep Lorna. She raised her eyebrows, nodding appreciatively. Bulletproof certainly came in handy. Especially if, as Negan said, he was ‘taking out’ whoever Reva asked him to. Lorna gave him a small smile. “I see.”

She followed without protest, keen to look around anyway. Lorna had always liked to know the layout of any place she was staying in. You never knew when you’d need to make a quick escape, though it was less likely here. “Yeah.” The Underground had been something Lorna was proud of, building it up with John after the X-Men all disappeared. “Word spreads around. Sometimes that’s useful.” Other times it made them targets. She noted the way Negan said it though, as though he really did respect that. “It’s just a shame that...” Lorna stopped herself, trailing off into a shrug.

"Hi. Im Negan." Negan said as he extended his hand to Lorna. He was finally meeting the mutant royalty and there was quite the amount of respect he had for the girl. She was powerful but from what he had heard, she had a bite to her and he was dying to find out the truth.

He had been working with Reva and the Frost sisters for a few years now and they were finally where they needed to be to expand. "And you're the fucking Polaris." He said with colorful language like always. "I gotta say, you scare the shit outta me. So whatever you fucking need, dont hesitate to come find me." He said a smile on his bearded lips.

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ecliipsed​:

To Lorna’s glance, Marcos nodded. He did hear it, and he wished he didn’t. He’d done a lot, and this wouldn’t be the first time he’d had trouble with kids, but he didn’t like it. Still, he lifted his hands a little in front of him, ready to reach within him to touch his power. Not yet, though. Not yet. Instead, he looked inside, and, softly, he exhaled. 

***

Lorna worried for a moment that when they opened the door, it would be more than just frightened mutants they encountered. Police, or Purifiers, or even just bigots with an agenda. But thankfully, they got two teenagers, one standing in front of the other as though protective. Lorna took a step closer, only to duck back as fire erupted towards her. “Woah! Hold it. We’re not here to hurt you.” She glanced at Marcos, wishing John could’ve given them a warning about that. 

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setitallaflame​:

Clarice waited until Lorna was through the portal, entering it from the other side before it collapsed on itself behind her. She bent over, hands on her knees as she fought to catch her breath. She’d lost track of how many portals that was in a row tonight - 7? 8? She was losing steam. “…They’re like fucking locusts. How do they keep finding us?” 

Lorna turned back, waiting to make sure Clarice was alright. It was far more portals than either of them had expected, and it seemed to be taking its toll on Clarice. Lorna had to find another way to get them out if they were caught again because they couldn’t keep jumping. “I was wondering the same thing. They didn’t get anything on you, did they?” Lorna asked, mentally wondering if they’d managed to place a tracker on either of them. 

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Lorna didn’t know what to expect when Reva had said an associate of hers was going to be coming. She took the extended hand, shaking it politely as she eyed up the new mutant. While Lorna worked with Reva and her Circle, she wasn’t entirely sure she trusted them. And even less so for people they brought in. Lorna had her daughter to think about.

“I am,” she confirmed. And there was a hint of a smile at that. Her reputation, it seemed, was beginning to precede her. Good. She wasn’t going to hide or hold back any more, not for anyone. “I’ll keep that in mind. And what do you do?” Reva hadn’t told her much, just that he was a useful ally.

"Hi. Im Negan." Negan said as he extended his hand to Lorna. He was finally meeting the mutant royalty and there was quite the amount of respect he had for the girl. She was powerful but from what he had heard, she had a bite to her and he was dying to find out the truth.

He had been working with Reva and the Frost sisters for a few years now and they were finally where they needed to be to expand. "And you're the fucking Polaris." He said with colorful language like always. "I gotta say, you scare the shit outta me. So whatever you fucking need, dont hesitate to come find me." He said a smile on his bearded lips.

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A ball thrown by the Prince. It was not exactly something a Montague like Rebecca was permitted to ignore. No, she was dressed in her finest dress as she had been instructed. As much as it grated her. Rebecca was never one for instructions or playing nice, and it had been quite the wrestle to get her to agree. Paris and Benvolio at least would be here as well, and Rebecca had no doubt they would find fun among the politics of the night once she found them. A celebration though it was in name, there was no doubting of the games that lay just beneath the surface. Nor of the tension that hung in the air as Montague and Capulet danced in the same ballroom and drank from the same cups. The Prince, it was said, was trying to broker a peace. Neither house could turn it down first without becoming the villain.

In the mean time, Rebecca walked alone at the edges of the room, watching the dancers, keeping an eye out for those she recognised behind their masks. As she walked, she came across another lone figure in a beautiful dress. Rebecca smiled, curtesying slightly as she approached. “Good evening,” she said, coming to stand beside the other.