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Post by Nightingale on Oct 3, 2006 3:40:12 GMT -5
Sitting there on the bed with Mystique - which was an odd feeling, since she didn't actually look anything like Mystique and Angie wasn't sure what to call her - the young Australian watched as none of their words seemed to help.
Feeling more than a little helpless, Angie watched Aurora - no, Jeanne-Marie - edge around the bed just slightly, toward Jane in the doorway.
They couldn't let her leave. She couldn't just walk on out of there when Aurora had made her promise. Not to mention the fact that the location of the base really did need to be kept secret - although Jeanne-Marie probably wouldn't have known Genosha from Greenwich anyway. She seemed to have led a very sheltered life.
"Maybe we should get in contact with Madame DuPonts. Just in case, you know, they've filled the position."
With absolutely no idea if she'd just helped things or made them worse, Angie found herself fiddling with the seam on her jeans. It was hard to look at Jeanne-Marie and not feel pity, but Angie was friends with Aurora and she'd made a promise that she intended to keep.
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Post by mystique on Oct 3, 2006 8:18:59 GMT -5
While Mystique was a liar, she didn't exactly think this was a situation where lies would help. And while no one might have suspected it(people often had it switched), Mystique genuinely wanted ALL of Aurora to want to be in the Brotherhood.
Otherwise they'd have to deal with her like this again. That was too much of a liability.
"No, please...." she stayed where she was, not wanting to scare the girl. "We're not forcing you to stay. But there's no reason to run, we just want to understand." She sounded heartfelt, and to some extent she was. If half of Aurora weren't a pretty good recruit, the conversation would have been over long ago. But there was something to salvage here, and for Aurora's sake she had to make the effort.
"A demon. This other girl, that's the demon? You are sure she isn't something else? A spirit, or... even an angel?" Mystique sounded curious more than convincing- she honestly knew little about the situation and wondered why Jeanne-Marie would assume a demon had taken control of her body.
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Post by Aurora on Oct 3, 2006 9:01:39 GMT -5
"No, please...We're not forcing you to stay. But there's no reason to run, we just want to understand."
Jeanne-Marie stopped. She was torn, between wanting to run as far from them as possible and wanting to sate her curiousity. She did want to know why Aurora had come there, of all places. And if running would only get her hit again, if not worse...
"A demon. This other girl, that's the demon? You are sure she isn't something else? A spirit, or... even an angel?"
The young woman with black hair didn't seem to know much about Aurora. The curiousity in her voice kept Jeanne from speaking crossly, and she explained evenly with a shake of her head. "She 'as not acted as an angel would. Zee things she 'as said...They do not come from a messenger of God." She was refering to the things Aurora had screamed inside her mind, at the times when Jeanne-Marie had tried to gain back control. Aurora knew some of Jeanne-Marie's life, and she used it to beat Jeanne down.
"And per'aps she ees a spirit," Jeanne-Marie allowed, "She does not belong in my body."
"Why did she come 'ere? What ees eet that you do? You attacked a building, did you not? In a city? Where are we now?" If she was going to listen to them, she wanted facts.
Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on who was looking at it, she was a little on the naive side of the fence.
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Post by Jane on Oct 4, 2006 21:25:05 GMT -5
"Zee last I remembair, I 'ad just been accepted to teach at zee Madame DuPont's Catholic Academy for Girls. And then, this othair...this demon took ovair my mind, and I felt as though I were in a, 'ow do you say...A cage."
Jeanne-Marie dropped her hand to look for a necklace (or maybe her collarbones, but those were still there, and she looked like she'd lost something) but didn't found it, growing obviously distressed.
"I want to go back. You cannot keep me 'ere."
With superhuman willpower, Jane forced herself to block the door - moving into Jeanne-Marie's line of exit, not bracing her arms against it or anything. That would just be stupid.
"You're on an island," she said. "I'm not sure going back - you'll have to stay at least until we can get you back to the mainland, and then you're continents away from where you started. I don't think we can keep you against your will - not that we want to."
Jane held out one gloved hand, as if to shake.
"I just think - we just think - maybe you should get to know us before you make any rash decisions," she said. "I'm Jane."
Please don't squish me.
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Post by mystique on Oct 4, 2006 23:24:14 GMT -5
As Jeanne-Marie stared at Jane's hand, the young girl spoke softly.
"We are not demons... we are mutants. We were given gifts- perhaps you might say by God- and we are being persecuted for them."
A Catholic would understand persecution, they practically thrived on the idea of martyrdom. Still, Mystique herself had never believed in a creator- only in herself.
If there was a God, he was not likely concerned with little girls like Jeanne-Marie.
"You have seen some fighting, yes. And we have fought, when we have had to. It's not the way we want it to be. Any of us would rather live peaceably but that is not the choice we've been given."
"Please hear us out."
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Post by Aurora on Oct 5, 2006 8:43:37 GMT -5
The last thing Jeanne-Marie wanted to do was shake the girl's hand. She felt awful for feeling so, but she didn't know what ungodly power this woman might have, or if the three girls were just waiting for her to look away again or take their hand so they could attack her again.
However, she had been taught harshly that to be rude was a sin, and times when she or other girls at the Academy had showed less than the utmost respect to their elders, they had had their hands hit with rulers or worse. And so she drew a breath and held it as she reached her hand for Jane's, barely squeezing her hand and giving her a short handshake before letting go and drawing her hand away again. When nothing happened to her, she let her breath out slowly, turning to Mystique as she spoke.
"We are not demons... we are mutants. We were given gifts- perhaps you might say by God- and we are being persecuted for them."
Her statement struck a chord with Jeanne-Marie, who had, after all, been punished severely in her teens for the blasphemy of her claim that she had flown. Before she had told the nuns, she had felt that God had given her a wonderous gift, to bring joy into her bleak and down-trodden life. But after her punishment, she adapted the view of the nuns--she knew she wasn't lying, so she had to have been imagining it, had to have received some wicked dream from the Deceiver. But her initial feelings of the power were still there, buried deep but stirring with Mystique's words.
Jeanne-Marie took a few steps, into the room but away from the three women, so that she could see them all in her view at once. She crossed her arms protectively over her chest and eyed the three of them. "You cannot excuse your actions by the actions of others. To endure to the end is what the Lord teaches us," she said quietly and solemnly. But the fact that she had moved back into the room and was now still showed that she was willing to listen.
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Post by mystique on Oct 5, 2006 17:29:44 GMT -5
The girl frowned just a little, but still sounded more pleading than anything. "The Papacy has asked good Catholics to fight for God and for the rights of good people for centuries, Jeanne-Marie."
"We are fighting for our lives."
Standing, she sighed. "We won't be able to convince you over night. But if you are willing to at least meet us, get to know us... if you still wish to leave, we will let you go."
Her hand went to her heart. "You may not trust my word-" she gestured to Jane and Angie. "But these people do. We will not keep you here against your will."
Whether she'd leave the island alive was another matter altogether.
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Post by Aurora on Oct 5, 2006 17:45:58 GMT -5
Jeanne-Marie didn't know what to believe. And it added to her confusion and her fear. Inside, she wanted to run for the door, but she knew from the way Jane was blocking it that she wouldn't make it past her. So she managed to nod her head, for once doing as best she could to deceive them. Unfortunately, she had little practice, and Mystique would probably be able to see through her instantly.
"Alright," was all she could say, and even it was in the smallest of voices. Her eyes darted to the window, wondering if she could sneak out through it without being seen, then to the door, where Jane still stood. Her mind still raced with possible ways out.
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Post by mystique on Oct 5, 2006 18:15:00 GMT -5
Mystique looked at the other girls, and looked towards the door, edging that way herself.
"We'll return with something to eat. I think Angie's making lasagna tonight." She laughed softly.
Waiting for the other girls to leave, she held the doorknob in her hand.
"We'll see you in a little while, Jeanne-Marie." Closing the door, she pressed the combination and the bolt slid into place.
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Post by Nightingale on Oct 5, 2006 19:40:05 GMT -5
For a long while, Angie had just watched, feeling quite helpless. Whatever she said didn't seem to help, so she'd simply sat quietly and let the others do the talking. They at least seemed to have some measure of success.
Eventually, though, it was time to leave Jeanne-Marie to her own devices. Nodding mutely, Angie wandered out with Jane and waited for Mystique to lock the door.
"I miss Aurora."
Yeah, the other personality was a bit odd, had a few issues, but who didn't? Angie may not have liked the way she'd just killed people in Baltimore, but Aurora was her friend and it was so hard for her to watch this completely other person wearing Aurora's face.
But then, Angie supposed, people who knew Jeanne-Marie first would probably say the same.
"Guess I should go get a start on that dinner - I'll be around if you want to find me."
With a small smile, Angela Price started the walk back to the kitchen. She hoped that they'd be able to get through somehow - she just didn't know if they had enough time to manage it before Jeanne-Marie revolted.
[Exit Nightingale]
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