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Giovanna M. Bennet ([info]burnwithlight) wrote in [info]marvel_nextgen,
@ 2010-01-14 02:01:00


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Entry tags:andrew summers, giovanna bennet, plot-"horsemen of the apocalypse"

Prelude to a Massacre
((Warning: This is going to get messy and unpleasant. Some aspects may be triggery.))

They were on the roof this afternoon, just talking and relaxing a little after getting some more work done. It was too cold, sure, but the decor was lovely and the view was great.

Considering their early trouble, Giovanna had taken to keeping her knife in the inside pocket of her coat when they went outside anywhere that wouldn't have metal detectors. She knew she'd most likely just use her powers in another emergency, but a little paranoia never hurt anyone.

"The weather's improving. Perhaps it'll even be tolerable eventually," she told Andrew with a smile.



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[info]burnwithlight
2010-01-14 10:28 am UTC (link)
She can't quite say anything, or properly get her eyes open, as he's carrying her.

She manages it after he's laid her out. There's certainly, after all that, no green flickering in her eyes. Just the usual blue...and something very very fragile showing behind them.
She just stares at him for a moment as the bruises on her face slowly grow more and more livid, then, finally, weakly, not quite coherently, "Pardon, mon ange?"

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[info]assaultnbattery
2010-01-14 10:36 am UTC (link)
"Mon amor, there's no need to apologize. You did well. I'm sorry I put you in that situation." he knows her first thought was to defend him. It always is. Maybe if she'd thought of her own defense first, she'd have been ok?

He puts his massive hand over both of hers, and extends the other arm, easily able to reach the phone currently. He's really lucky the front desk is an auto dial, trying to push just one button right now would be impossible.
"We need a doctor in room 1217, now!"

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[info]burnwithlight
2010-01-14 10:46 am UTC (link)
She tries to protest weakly, doesn't want to be seen like this. But it's so hard to stay awake, much less talk.

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[info]assaultnbattery
2010-01-14 10:50 am UTC (link)
He's not taking any protests right now. In her condition, she has to be seen by a doctor. There's plenty of problems associated with that, sure, but his first concern is her, right now.

Once they assure him there's someone on the way, he just sits by the bed, holding her hand and waiting, wishing he'd been a little faster, a little better, or had real powers that didn't need a magic wand waved at him first.

This is all his fault.

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[info]burnwithlight
2010-01-14 11:04 am UTC (link)
She should have been faster, better. Instead of screaming like some inexperienced schoolgirl.
She just wants to sleep.
At least Andrew managed; he's okay.
She just wants to sleep.
...And Justice. She definitely wants Justice. But sleep's going to have to come first, it looks like.

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