thesphererp | memeshare: un: polaris

[ The memory starts with you standing at an airport strip in front of the barbed wire watching the planes take off. A black van drives up and your heart sinks as you stop it, knowing full well whose inside. Three people get out and one tells you that they just want to talk. The desperation in his tone almost breaks you and you turn around to face them. ]

This is just something I have to do. Please stand back. [ Your own tone matches their desperation. You want them to go so badly. You'd thought you'd be able to get here before them, handle things so they didn't have to be the ones getting their hands dirty, but that's all going to shit now. Just like everything else. They are the last people you want to fight, the last people you want to hurt, but there's no going back now. That's the thing that keeps whispering in your head: there's no going back now.

Green energy from your hands wraps around the barbed wire and you move it to block them off. When they try to move forward you push it and look up to meet their gazes with a look that tells them not to test this. Your voice cracks when you speak but there's still a firmness to it, a determination. You've made your choice and you believe in it.

A man argues with you, passionately telling you that you don't have to do this, that not everyone on the plane is trying to hurt us. He's begging you, telling you that innocent people will die if you take it down. ]

There are innocent people on this side, if I don't take it down they die. [ That's the reality of it. Either way, innocent people are going to die. That's the hard truth. The truth that makes you swallow back tears.

Another man speaks. He tells you that you're not a killer and the look you give him is one that says you don't believe that anymore. He tells you this isn't the reason the X-Men chose them. ]

The X-Men made a mistake. This is who I am. [ Marcos keeps begging, he tells you he doesn't care about the X-Men or the Brotherhood, he just cares about his family. ]

That's what I care about too. [ You can see the tears in his eyes and you keep looking anyway. ] But I'm tired of hiding. We have to take a stand. [ He begs you more. Not like this. He tells you it will change everything and you know it's the truth. Your lips tremble and your eyes well with tears. He's right, it will change everything. ]

It's time to make a new world. [ You say and then you turn around. You raise your hands up at the plane and green energy surrounds them. Up in the sky you can see it shaking and you start to scream. If they make it to Washington everything will change for your people. They'll pass laws, the Hound program will be approved, the torture, the hiding, the suffering, it'd just get worse. You have to stop it. You pull your hands apart and the engines rip off, explosions go off in the sky as the plane comes crashing down. Tears stream down your face as you know it's over. You made your choice and there's no going back now.

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Merde.

[He takes a couple steadying breaths before continuing. For a moment, her emotions had been his, and it wasn't exactly a stable moment in time.]

...who was in the plane, Lorna.

The head scientist behind the Hound program and Senator Montez, a real great guy. His campaign slogan was "human choices for a human future." He'll be missed. [ She pauses. ] Lorna, huh?

You know that ain't the way to get the humans on our side.

[He breathed a sigh.]

Oui. I know a Lorna, goes by Polaris. Has a thing for magnetism. Reckon I should've said somethin' before, but you had enough to handle without gettin' told I'm from an alternate universe.

[A beat.]

The name's Remy, by the way. And...I'm a member of the X-Men where I come from.

A Lorna. [ That was still weird to hear. She closed her eyes and let out a sigh. ]

Should've just said it. I'm tougher than I look. [ And she preferred people being honest. ]

X-Men, huh? In my world the X-Men up and disappeared leaving us to clean up the mess.

Oui, a Lorna. There's a lot of everybody. Multiple dimensions, things like that.

[He nodded.] And I should have, you're right, cher. Ain't no excusin' it. je suis désolé, forgive me.

[He nodded.] Sounds like your X-Men leave a lot to be desired, 'course, I also can't say I'm too surprised. We ain't always seen eye to eye.

Multiple dimensions. Sure, of course. [ The sarcasm laced into her voice was unmistakable. ]

Guess I can forgive you once. Only get one free pass though. And I can't help but wonder what else you haven't said.

[ She sighs. ] They leave a lot a mystery. Nobody even knows what happened. Then we got stuck trying to pick up the slack with the Underground.

It is what it is, non?

[He shrugs.]

A lot. Got a whole nother world I ain't talked much about, but I tell you what. If you want to ask questions, I'll do my level best to answer them honestly. That sound good?

That's a way of putting it. [ That she couldn't argue with. ]

Guess it sounds better than what you were going with before. [ A pause ] What's the me you know like?

[He's quiet for a moment before responding.]

Lorna's...dynamic's a good way to put it. Volatile sometimes. Sort of a loose cannon. [There's a pause.] She'd do somethin' like pull a plane out of the sky if it meant keepin' people safe. [His tone doesn't suggest he's necessarily angry about that. It's not something he could do, but he's lived in the underworld a time. He knows, better than most of them, sometimes the only thing you can do with a weed is pull it out, but he's never been much of a gardener.]

Dynamic and volatile, huh? Guess we're not that different. [ There was an edge to her tone despite the fact that she also somehow sounded amused. She's going to ignore the plane for as long as she can. Pointedly ignore it even. ] Were you two close?

Keeps things interestin'. I've been called a loose cannon several times, myself.

[He chuckles.]

More than acquaintances, less than friends? We've worked together before, against each other before. You know how it goes. Everybody fights for what they believe in, non? Sometimes that don't always jive with others.

You know a lot of people have said I keep things interesting. Never really know if I should take that as a compliment or not. [ But she chuckles. ]

What do you believe in?

[That gets a laugh from him.] Now see, I don't usually get that. I get told I'm a nuisance and they don't want me on their teams. Maybe I ain't cute enough.

[He breathes a sigh.]

I believe we gotta take care of our own, but I don't think the answer lies separate. We come from the same place, non? Still, I know there's a lot of hate on both sides, and there's no easy answer. But mostly? Mostly I believe it's a huge mess and getting back to good's a long time comin'.

I can't imagine turning people down in the position we're in back home. Besides, for some reason the X-Men thought it'd be a good idea to put me in charge. [ The self deprecating sound in her voice was pretty intense. ]

I don't think getting back to good is an option anymore.

And I'm sorry your version of the X-Men left that on you. Don't seem right. I can only assume something happened in a bad way, something they couldn't come back from.

[He chuckles.]

Hey, now. There are worse choices. I ain't ever know you to have a bad head on your shoulders.

[Didn't he know it.]

That may be true, but it don't mean we gotta let our principles go on account of other peoples' hate.

Whatever happened it happened to both them and the Brotherhood. [ And nobody have any idea what the something was. ]

Then I guess the me you know is different, because my heads fallen right off my shoulders lately. [ Self deprecation was something she was good at. ]

Principles change when the situation gets bad enough.

Maybe they went to space.

[It was not a joke, but he said it with a smile. Not a joke, but also slightly ridiculous.]

Careful, Lorna. There's a thin line between doin' what you got to and makin' yourself a martyr. Nobody needs that.

Space? Right. Maybe. [ Weirdly specific. ]

You don't have to lecture me about that. Trust me. Not after-- [ she cut herself off ] just not after.

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