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brit_sorcerer ([info]brit_sorcerer) wrote in [info]exiles,
@ 2009-10-04 01:15:00


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Entry tags:"acts of avenging", blink, crusader, ghost rider, mystic

Some Downtime (While Bucky is talking to Tasha)
Quinn was enjoying the few moments of downtime they seemed to have been blessed with by spending it out in Moscow. While he wasn't a mutant, he could pass himself off as one if needed. Only a telepath or a genetic scan would prove he wasn't one. First order of business was getting some cash. That meant a little transmutating of some stones into rubles. He was not above using magic for his own benefit.

With money in hand he set out and found the closest bar. Beer would have been nice, but the bar apparently only had watered down crap and Quinn was a beer snob. He only drank good beer and what the bar had was definitely not good beer. The burger was good and so was the vodka.

Once he was done eating, he headed for the closest clothing store and bought himself two new sets of clothes and a bag to carry them in. No way was he going to be stuck wearing the same outfit as they hopped from dimension to dimension. He would have bought a few pairs of shoes, but they were bulky and a pain to carry. His current ones were okay for now.

He headed back to the hotel.



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Re: Meanwhile...
[info]exiles_baddie
2009-10-27 09:14 pm UTC (link)
He is little challenge for the Rider to track down, even less to take down. He doesn't even have time to draw his gun before she's on him.

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Re: Meanwhile...
[info]uneasy_rider
2009-10-27 10:10 pm UTC (link)
Fiery hands hold him in an iron grap as they turn him and stare into him. Guilty...

All the sin, violence and lies he has committed in his chase for survival flood him in an instant. The pain he has caused burn his soul like hot brimstone. It was not enough for him and his associates to live. No, they had to make sure other people would not live. Some of these people the Ghostrider sees could have helped this world free itself from its own pain. All those possibilities aborted and there is something behind it. Something this man knows, but does not know.

Who sent you?</b? The terrorist faints. His mind is a distant thing. Whatever this devil is, it has protected this filth from exposing too much of it. Sneering, the man is dropped into a puddle of muck. She an hear in the back of the tunnel. Something has alerted investigators, and there is nothing more to learn here. Reluctantly, the Rider resume her ride.

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