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Post by Pearl on Aug 11, 2009 11:43:11 GMT -5
Pearl shuddered. She didn't know what he was saying, but he sounded so afraid. She looked to Zombie, hoping she could do something for him. If anyone could, it was going to be her.
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Post by Zombie on Aug 11, 2009 13:20:07 GMT -5
Zombie was shocked. There weren't any voice that she could hear, but apparently He could. She was worried about him. He was convinced they were going to kill him, and she didn't know how to prove otherwise. So she did the only thing she could do.
She walked right up to where he was, standing just outside the weird little bubble thing. Not wanting to risk going through it or anything. And certainly didn't want to make him feel crowded.
"Turtle, c'est qui qui va te tue? Je ne peux pas t'aider parce que je ne sais pas ce qui se passe. Je suis ici. Decore?"
She said quietly. Looking back to look at the rest of the people, to see them, then looked back. She wasn't like Jean or the Professor, she couldn't read minds. She din't know what was going on. But she had to try.
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Post by Jack on Aug 12, 2009 3:16:41 GMT -5
"Je ne sais pas. Ils sont à partir de mon passé. Ils parlent d'une arme. Ils disent que je suis une arme. Je... Je ne veux pas être une arme." Jack took a shuddering breath. How was he speaking another language? And even stranger, why did he understand it? Was it the people in the dream? He must have learned it. Did he pick it up, or was he trained to learn it? What else did he subconsciously have knowledge of? Rocket science? He shook his head. "Zombie, I wanna remember. I can't... I can't..."
(*"I don't know."
*"They're from my past."
*"They talk about a weapon."
*"They say I'm a weapon."
*"I don't want to be one.
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Post by Zombie on Aug 12, 2009 8:44:52 GMT -5
"Then let them help you."
She said motioning towards where the Professor and Jean Grey were. They were better to help then her, what could she do to help besides to calm him down.
"The Professor and Jean. They can help you Turtle."
She said calmly. She bit her lips, tasting what ruminants of the blood that were there. She wish she knew what more she could do. But she didn't, and there wasn't really anything she could do. It was out of her power.
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Post by Professor X on Aug 12, 2009 10:44:40 GMT -5
The Professor wheeled forward slowly, and, so no one could see, took Zombie's hand and gave it a little squeeze before quickly releasing it. "Thank you" he said directly to her mind.
Then he continued on toward Jack. "Jack, please forgive me for not helping you more sooner. Forcing memories to the surface is a very dangerous game, but I see now that I should have done it, whatever the risks sooner.
Charles turned towards the others. With Jeans help, I'm going to bring Jack's memories forward. I think it would be best if we were alone as the process can be...quite intense. Don't worry, we'll take every precaution."
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Post by Zombie on Aug 12, 2009 11:36:26 GMT -5
Zombie took her hand from the Professor and looked a Jack cautiously. She wasn't sure how Jack would handle him being there too now. But maybe one more person wouldn't be too bad.
"Turtle? You ok with that?"
She asked not taking her eyes off him, making sure he was ok. She was such a girl sometimes. That little girls Ghost had really meesed her up, she had been feeling overly Motherly towards almost everyone lately. Even ehr crew back home.
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Post by Professor X on Aug 12, 2009 11:44:07 GMT -5
"You're a good girl Zombie" said Charles to her mind.
He wished that she could learn to see the good in the other students as well. If she wasn't so dead set on being right and making enemies...he felt sad for how tough she had had to be to survive. He wished the other students could see the beautiful, sweet side to her.
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Post by Zombie on Aug 12, 2009 11:47:04 GMT -5
Zombie ignored the Professor and continued to search Jack's face for any sign of more trouble. She wasn't in the mood for Hollow compliments either. She knew she wasn't a good girl.
She lied, she fought. She stealed, she had even mugged people before. And here she stood covered in blood and a messed up hand from Punching someone, right there. A TEAHCER no less.
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Post by Professor X on Aug 12, 2009 11:57:14 GMT -5
The Professor chuckled to himself. He couldn't help but sense the overwhelming emotion coming from Zombie. Actually, she quite reminded him of Logan when he'd first arrived. And after all, how many mutants were completely faultless. Almost everyone of them had lied, fought, or stole...
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Post by Wolverine on Aug 12, 2009 15:38:21 GMT -5
Logan reached out and took Zombie's arm. "Come on, kid. You gotta get cleaned up." He led her into the hall and picked up the still-disoriented Luke, heading toward the infirmary and motioning Zombie to follow him.
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Post by Pearl on Aug 12, 2009 15:39:54 GMT -5
Though she was not hurt, Pearl took one last glance at Jack and then followed behind the two of them. Sure, they probably didn't want her there, but at this point she didn't care. She wanted to make sure everyone was alright.
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Post by Zombie on Aug 12, 2009 15:40:32 GMT -5
Zombie followed orders and started to Follow Logan out. She check back behind her a few times before heading out the door. Making sure Jack was ok. But as they were walking she heard a noise, and being curious she made her way of, leaving Logan to find out what it was.
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Post by Jack on Oct 7, 2009 15:48:26 GMT -5
"...I can't." Jack repeated in a whisper as Zombie and the others left the room. He glanced up at the two adults still in the room, Jean Grey and Professor X. He hesitated, then spoke quietly. "D... Don't let them find me. You won't... right?" He forced himself to stand still, but every nerve in his body wanted to run away. Far away. He hadn't seen anything to confirm it, but he couldn't shake the feeling that the men in his dreams wanted to recapture him, for whatever reason.
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Post by Wolverine on Nov 16, 2009 14:38:31 GMT -5
Logan burst back into the room, a delicate silver chain hanging from his fingers. He turned to Xavier. "I found something you need to see." He handed the man a silver locket. Inside was a picture of a boy about six years old. The picture was tattered and faded, but it was unmistakably Jack. "Someone just attacked Trent Murdock on the grounds and dropped that."
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