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entrancelogs2016-08-07 05:30 pm
morework) wrote in entrancelogs2016-08-07 05:30 pm
[closed] I try not to hold on to what is gone
Who: Cullen Rutherford (morework) & [CLOSED to previous plotting]
Where: across Genosha, plus one day of Wonderland
When: 5/8-9/8
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Cullen's power is to nullify other powers. It should make him an asset to the human resistance, but the alliance is an uneasy one. His past with the anti-human task force is still too fresh in some people's memories. [Plotting comment.]
The Story:
6/8, Mutant District, A Bar
for Isabela (ivehadbetter)
[ Some people have yet to realise that his allegiance has changed. Others never even knew where it lay to begin with. As long as he's not a popular face of the human resistance (and he doubts he'll ever be as much) he can still do some good with a private recon mission or two, see if he can't ferret out useful information.
Even if it means unhappily nursing one drink at a dive bar all evening. ]
7/8, Human District, A Coffee Shop
for Bethany Hawke (ladysunshines) & Bonnie Bennet (goeth)
[ Archipelago south of Genosha, ten letters. Cullen writes 'SEYCHELLES' into the crossword, and takes a sip of his coffee. Almost cold. He checks his watch. The seats near him are still empty.
This is what their uneasy allegiance looks like, on most days. He goes to the same café, and plays the loyal customer. Stays there with his paper and his coffee, for one hour. If they have a job that needs doing, someone will join him, and let him know. If not, the seats stay empty. He doesn't get to see their faces, let alone their hideout. He thinks he could do more if-- He can't blame them for their reservations.
'ARMOIRE', he writes into the last margins, and closes the paper. Four minutes left to go. They've cut it close before. He doesn't expect an off day in times like these. Though if it was, maybe he could see Hawke again, in the evening. Cullen wonders if he should add time, just this once, have another coffee.
That's when he hears the commotion around the corner. A sound he can't quite parse yet, but he doesn't hesitate a second to run and investigate. ]
morework) & [CLOSED to previous plotting]Where: across Genosha, plus one day of Wonderland
When: 5/8-9/8
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Cullen's power is to nullify other powers. It should make him an asset to the human resistance, but the alliance is an uneasy one. His past with the anti-human task force is still too fresh in some people's memories. [Plotting comment.]
The Story:
6/8, Mutant District, A Bar
for Isabela (
ivehadbetter)[ Some people have yet to realise that his allegiance has changed. Others never even knew where it lay to begin with. As long as he's not a popular face of the human resistance (and he doubts he'll ever be as much) he can still do some good with a private recon mission or two, see if he can't ferret out useful information.
Even if it means unhappily nursing one drink at a dive bar all evening. ]
7/8, Human District, A Coffee Shop
for Bethany Hawke (
ladysunshines) & Bonnie Bennet (goeth)[ Archipelago south of Genosha, ten letters. Cullen writes 'SEYCHELLES' into the crossword, and takes a sip of his coffee. Almost cold. He checks his watch. The seats near him are still empty.
This is what their uneasy allegiance looks like, on most days. He goes to the same café, and plays the loyal customer. Stays there with his paper and his coffee, for one hour. If they have a job that needs doing, someone will join him, and let him know. If not, the seats stay empty. He doesn't get to see their faces, let alone their hideout. He thinks he could do more if-- He can't blame them for their reservations.
'ARMOIRE', he writes into the last margins, and closes the paper. Four minutes left to go. They've cut it close before. He doesn't expect an off day in times like these. Though if it was, maybe he could see Hawke again, in the evening. Cullen wonders if he should add time, just this once, have another coffee.
That's when he hears the commotion around the corner. A sound he can't quite parse yet, but he doesn't hesitate a second to run and investigate. ]
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I won't join them again, even if they allowed it. They'll know that there is a place for those who want to leave as I did, but I won't breathe a word of the resistance beyond that. Not willingly, nor otherwise, I promise you. If you think it necessary for someone to go with me...
[ He trails off. He does not like the idea. They're his former colleagues, he stands a better chance alone. He'd feel better, taking the risk alone. But if that is what he needs to do to earn the resistance's trust... ]
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[She purses her lips and takes another slow sip of her drink, rubbing the back of her neck.
She supposes that most of the people who'd like to harm Cullen would try to use their powers, and that he'd be able to neutralize them. Still...those people had started carrying guns and worse to deal with humans.]
It's just -- well, I guess it's silly for me to try and talk you out of doing something that I did bringing you into the cause. Just -- be careful.
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[ If the resistance has operations there, then it might tell her more than it does him. If not, then a small warning is better than none. ]
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[They'd shipped refugees out of the city -- the ones willing to leave, at least -- in an effort to keep them safe. She draws out her communicator, an ancient-looking phone, and sends off a quick text.]
I appreciate the heads up. And you know I'm always careful when it comes to battles.
[Occasionally 'careful' means 'surrounded by horrific abominations', but still.]
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I remember as much.
[ From a mildly horrified distance. The creatures her powers summon are unsettling to him, but at least in times like these the relief that she has them on her side wins out.
--Which is as much as there is to say about the state of the island, or their current plans and missions, apparently. She said she only wanted to check with him, when she sat down, and yet the next subject finds itself far too easily.
He takes a drink of his coffee, first. The last before the cup runs empty. ]
When was the last time you had a chance to see your brother? You only need to ask, you know I can make arrangements.
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She smiles sadly (the Hawke bloodline had such terrible luck with mutations, didn't it?).
"I'm afraid between the arrangements that need to be made and the speed with which the Task Force has been increasing its activity that I haven't made a personal visit in quite some time." Which wasn't to say that she didn't send one of her creatures loping to his side almost daily.
Should she have felt bad, sending them to their slow deaths at her brother's side? Arguably, some of them weren't even troubled by the radiation -- for all she knew, he had a small, disturbing army growing in his quarters.
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[ He trails off, turning the empty cup of coffee in his hands. ]
Did you know they renovated that old café near Havershaw Heights? They even renamed it 'The Blue Orange', don't ask me why, I liked the old name better. Still worth a visit though - hopelessly packed in summer, of course, but Thursday afternoons are usually all right.
[ Not that this has anything to do with Hawke, for whom Cullen would not be allowed to disclose future outing locations or schedule meetings unauthorised. But their cake is quite good, and Cullen hopes that she finds the time to show. ]
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She cannot, will not, put him in that position.
At his comment about the cafe, she manages a small smile.]
Are they still trying to insist that the humans built some sort of earthquake machine and knocked the place down?
[She's still surprised at what people will believe when it's easier than going against the norm.]