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[endingpoint]

Who: Jane Doe, Kurt Weller (closed) + an open section for YOU
Where: Around Genosha
When: Throughout the event
Rating: Ranging probably, will update as needed with any TWs.
Summary: Jane is a mutant, able to erase memories.
The Story:

first t w o d a y s - open

[Jane Doe is called such out of irony, really. She makes people forget, makes them the Janes and John Does of the world who know nothing of what happened to them, the secrets they've heard, the things they've done.

At least, that's how she's been told she should act. Eliminate human memories, take away everything until they're weak husks with no way to function on their own. Every now and then, to keep up appearances, she has to, she has no choice. But she hates it, she hates it every time, especially when there's an audience. She's supposed to feel superior, and instead, she feels like some twisted executioner, every time. And then, she went and fell in love with a human, making her life full of color against the dark shadows whenever they're together. They have to be careful, so careful. If they're ever caught together by anyone other than a human sympathizer, they'll both be killed.

During her days, she keeps to her own kind,the ones who bask in being a mutant, but at night, she finds the human sympathizers for a few hours before it's so late, she can sneak off to find Kurt without being noticed At least, she hopes.]

end of second day/beginning of t h i r d d a y - closed to Kurt Weller

[Jane remembers something tiny at first, something about...FBI. Something about a place called Wonderland. At first it's wisps of fragments of memories, and after being reunited with Kurt where he lives in Genosha, she tries to tell him, asks if he knows, if he remembers something that isn't supposed to be. She remembers a place not here, a dress, dancing with him, stolen kisses. But then she remembers a place that's even different from that; mirrors that mocked them somehow, a homecoming together on the floor of a gym.

She tries to tell him what she knows as they hold onto each other, clinging to every moment they have because one day, eventually, their meetings will become less as people get more violent. So, she shifts focus at times to simply kiss him, be with him, revel in his touch while she can.]

Comments

first day, evening

[hypoxic]

[As big as Genosha feels, in a lot of ways it's a bit of a small town sometimes. Fitz doesn't assume that Jane particularly knows him -- and why would she? He's just some human from the university staff, one of a pile of interchangeable parts that doesn't hold any particular importance. There's nothing remarkable about genetic amoebas when they don't go out of their way to be more remarkable. But he pays attention. He's seen some of her work (and those humans had it coming, honestly). He's got questions about it.

He approaches her timidly, with a bowed head to limit the danger of eye contact.]

Um. Miss? If you've a moment...

[endingpoint]

[Jane pauses as she walks, not wanting to lead anyone to Kurt or his sister, and she looks around, wary of a trap or ambush from anti-mutant humans. She has no idea who this man is, though if she squints a little, maybe he looks vaguely familiar. A face she's seen in passing.]

A moment for what?

[hypoxic]

[He flinches slightly at the sound of the question, half-expecting it to be followed by barking or an absent backhand. His voice is smaller when he continues.]

I... Wanted to talk a little about the humans you treated today. If it's all right to ask.

If it isn't, then I'm very sorry for troubling you...

[endingpoint]

[She only tenses because she doesn't take joy in erasing someone's entire life, and she doesn't understand why any human would want to talk to her about it, or try to understand it. But first:]

I'm not going to hurt you. It's fine.

[hypoxic]

[He nods slowly, and inches ever slightly closer.]

Thank you. Um. And.

[He swallows.]

It's only. ...I knew one of them. And -- I was wondering.

Is he in pain now?

Day Two

[widows_kiss]

[ Natasha knows who Jane is - they've been on a few cases and assignments together before and she has a healthy respect for Jane's abilities (and perhaps more than just a hint of wary caution). But they both had necessary talents that made them useful when dealing with the rebellious uprisings that seemed to happen with more and more frequency lately.

Although she hasn't voiced it, she knows that will just put people like her and Jane in even more demand as this schism widens.

She almost bumps into her this morning on the street but glances up and recognizes her, a crooked smile curling across her lips. ]

I take it they've been keeping you busy?

[endingpoint]

[Natasha's familiar, they work well together, and she lets out a breath to see her, smiling a little.]

As always. It feels like it's picking up more though. I think...

[She clears her throat a little, forehead creasing.]

I think there's a group of captured anti-mutant humans that I'm going to have to...'fix' soon.

[Jane doesn't relish the thought the way she 's sure some others would. She also doesn't ignore orders or duties.]

[widows_kiss]

[ Natasha frowns slightly, because while that's not coming as a surprise right now, it's also not a long-term solution to the problems that keep arising, the violence that seems to be spreading faster than anyone can handle. ]

Things have been volatile, of late. It's getting worse.

[endingpoint]

Ever since that announcement. You know I wouldn't...I won't refuse an order, but...

[Jane trails off, taking a risk, her voice low.]

This is getting out of hand.

[widows_kiss]

[ Natasha's expression remains blank and unreadable for a moment before she gives a soft sigh and reaches out to lay a hand against Jane's arm. ]

It's putting a bandaid on what could be a mortal wound. A pebble in a cracking dam. It'll only hold for so long. We're temporary solutions, you and I. Not a real fix for the problem.

[justmakeroom]

[ Unlike Jane Doe, Andrea has harbored deep-seated resentment against humans for years now. Mutants and humans alike need to stick to their own kind as far as she's concerned.

She's been noticing Jane sneaking off after hours, and decides to follow her one day. It's clear where she's going, and she notices her do it again the day after, so she confronts her. ]

Where are you going?

[ They're alone in one of the back alleys, and she knows Jane assumed she would be safe, unnoticed. ]

[endingpoint]

[Jane tenses, turning to look at Andrea, trying to come up with a lie, to protect Kurt.]

To see someone who wants to help with the segregation. We may not like humans, but they don't like us either. At least this one wants to help come up with a way to keep things peaceful. If it's good enough, I'm supposed to report it. No one needs a slaughter to clean up.

[justmakeroom]

[ It's a good story, and maybe it's true. Or maybe she can make her squirm a little, and worry about what Andrea knows or doesn't know. ]

They're terrible, you know. Humans. Parasites. We could squash them like bugs.

[endingpoint]

Yeah. They are. I think I do enough without killing them, too.

[Although, maybe they might as well be dead once she takes everything away from them.

She's not going to Kurt's now, there's no way. She won't lead a vengeful mutant right to his door.]

[justmakeroom]

Hating them is so much easier.

[ Easier than missing them. Missing one human in particular. ]

[startingpoint]

[ It's started to pour rain outside, and they're tucked safely in his bed for now, holding each other. He wants to protect her from the bigger storm he knows is coming, but he's powerless in so many ways. The weird thing is, he's started to remember things. Strange things. She's talked about some of it, and he knows she's remembering things too. ]

I remember...my best friend. Her name was Taylor. Taylor... [ He searches his memory, eyes closing tightly. ] Taylor Shaw.

[endingpoint]

[Jane softly runs her fingers across his jaw line, watching his face. She marvels sometimes, at the fact that he fell in love with her, a mutant, supposedly superior, but to her own eyes - nothing. It all starts to make so much sense - maybe this isn't what they thought.]

I remember you thought I was her. And I didn't know I wasn't.

[startingpoint]

[ He frowns a little, and follows the path in his memory, opening himself up to more. And then he's frowning deeply, a torrent of pain washing over him in an instant. ]

I hurt you. And Taylor...no. [ He gasps a little, his eyes moist with emotion. ] My father killed her. He killed her.

[endingpoint]

[Jane runs her fingers over his face softly, letting him digest this.]

I'm sorry. God, I'm sorry. I don't understand it yet, how we know that life but also this life.

But I'm sorry. I'm sorry about Taylor.

[startingpoint]

[ He doesn't understand it, either. He feels like this is the only life he's known, this life growing up with Sarah, falling in love with a mutant. They can't tell anyone about their love or they'll both be killed, and sometimes, he still tries to push her away to keep her safe. But they can't stay apart, not for long. He strokes her hair in return, quiet as he tries to understand how his father could kill an innocent child.

The pain of it is overwhelming, and he presses his forehead to hers, clinging to her. ]

closed

[blackbirdsing]

[Sarah's walking home, arms crossed over her chest. She doesn't always leave so late but it seems like there have been more humans getting taken by mutants lately, ever since the announcement, and it means she has to cover sometimes. She sent a message to Kurt; they live across from each other, just to let him know she's on her way. There's a fight on the street though, so she ducks into the alley. Not necessarily safer, but it's less visible anyway.

When she sees a solid lump on the ground it doesn't register right away that it could be a body. Not until she gets closer, and then she sees tattooed hands and runs forward. But when she does, she stumbles, covering her face and stifling a scream. It's Jane, dead, unmistakably dead, her eyes open, one hand reaching out on the ground toward someone or something.

The worst part is knowing she was so close to Kurt, she must have left his place and then....and then this. She doesn't know who to call; she can't call the human authorities because Jane's a mutant, they won't care. And she can't call mutant authorities because they'll think she did it. She doesn't want to leave Jane but she can't even think. She can't think because her friend is laying with a hole in her chest and one in her head and there's so much blood.

Sarah runs.

She runs to Kurt's apartment and bangs on the door, hysterical, feeling like she's going to vomit right there at his door.]

[startingpoint]

[ It's pretty late, but Kurt's still in his jeans and a light sweater, just about to get ready for bed when he hears the intense knocking at his door. As he gets close, the sound of his sister crying is unmistakable, and he flings the door open quickly. ]

Sarah, what - are you alright?

[blackbirdsing]

[It hits her then, that she has to tell him, and she reaches out, holding onto him, gripping his sweater in her hands.]

I was on...on my way home and I cut through the alley by your building. Kurt...Jane. Jane's there. She...someone...

[Sarah's just trying to get it out now, in between sobs.]

Kurt, someone killed Jane.

[startingpoint]

[ He hears the words, but he's not processing it. He's frowning deeply, his jaw tensing, because he knows his sister wouldn't be making this up. She looks so badly shaken, and he pulls her close for a second just to hug her, then guides her to sit. He knows what she thinks she saw, but it's not real. Jane's gonna be fine, she got it wrong. ]

Sarah. Sarah, it's gonna be okay. I'm going to her right now, I need you to stay here.

[ He takes a blanket and wraps it around Sarah's shoulders, his instinct just to take care of her right now. Standing, he kisses her forehead, remarkably calm for the moment because he doesn't believe Jane is dead. She's not. She's hurt, though, and he needs to get to her, so he grabs his coat, shuts the door, and just runs. ]

[endingpoint]

[Jane's there, exactly where Sarah said she would be. She's cold by now, and she was left there. In the dark, alone. Blood is pooled all around her, only disturbed by Sarah's footprints, and she's gone.

Just.

Gone.]