Lorna Dane (
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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.
ooc: full video here]
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.
ooc: full video here]
voice;
[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.
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[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.
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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.
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[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.
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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.
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[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?
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Guess it sounds better than what you were going with before. [ A pause ] What's the me you know like?
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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.]
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[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.
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What do you believe in?
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[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'.
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I don't think getting back to good is an option anymore.
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[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.
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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.
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[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.
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You don't have to lecture me about that. Trust me. Not after-- [ she cut herself off ] just not after.