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Post by AnT on May 9, 2013 19:43:36 GMT -5
A small building in the large city of Metropolis...perhaps many of the old buildings in the futuristic-like city. A small white building, that seemed to be designed in an old-fashion Bristish style, like a small apartment building. But while it mostly is, it houses something priceless...  Pieces of her past she held dear, and today, she was going to put in another piece in this closed museum. Coming inside, it looked like some type of club for rich people; wooden walls in a British style, nice rugs, a fireplace, and some type of furniture, but all under cloths. |
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Post by bluelonewolf on May 9, 2013 19:54:14 GMT -5
Behind her followed Diana, careful not to touch or break anything.  "This is your home, then?" she asked. |
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Post by AnT on May 9, 2013 19:57:26 GMT -5
"It's hard for it not to be..." she sighed, meaning she tried not to come back down here. But it's hard to let go, especially when you live upstairs. Sure, she has her expeditions to make her stray home, but she always comes back. "It wasn't always just my home but..." Walking down a hall, she opened some doors to enter the main museum, also covered in cloths. [tag=bluesy] |
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Post by bluesy on May 9, 2013 22:37:18 GMT -5
 A tall, large red haired man stood in one of the many rooms. He slowly packed away memories of years of his life. While a part of him was sad this part of his life was over, he knew this was the way it needed to be. His new wife and daughter had already lost so much, he couldn't put them at risk of losing him too. He also had his son to think about. This was the right decision. Pat looked up at the sound of doors opening, he hadn't expected anyone here. |
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Post by AnT on May 9, 2013 22:40:12 GMT -5
And neither did she, as she stopped by the door. "Pat...the door was supposed to be locked." she frowned, patting a familiar crystal rod. |
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Post by bluelonewolf on May 9, 2013 22:43:41 GMT -5
Diana merely followed, but considering Shiera didn't take offense, she didn't attack, merely stood quietly. IE, SKIP! |
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Post by bluesy on May 9, 2013 22:49:58 GMT -5
Pat smiled softly, "Sorry Sheira, just picking up a few things before I head home. I thought I'd have some reminders for my retirement."
His smile faded as he saw what she was holding, "why do have Jack's staff?"
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Post by AnT on May 9, 2013 22:51:38 GMT -5
Though she would kick him out, now wasn't a good time. And....seeing a friend of Jack Knight here, before her, only brought the guilt of letting him die back. Lowering her head at the staff, she could barely speak.... "....I'm sorry....." But her hesitation said much. |
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Post by bluesy on May 9, 2013 22:57:12 GMT -5
Pat dropped the box, the thud echoing through the museum. Thankfully none of his memories had been breakable, save for a framed picture. He stared quietly... Before moving towards her and pulling her into a hug. "It's not your fault, Sheira... Y..you know Jack."
This killed him just a bit, but he'd have time to grieve later. Right now Sheira needed comforting.
If anything this just strengthened his resolve to live a normal life.
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Post by AnT on May 9, 2013 23:03:07 GMT -5
She never allowed herself to cry. Not only was she just a stubborn girl, she didn't want tears to melt away the ice she made around the memory of her late husband. She feared crying would only make her remember him, and be haunted of the day he died. But...she couldn't help but cry. Jack dying reminded her of that horrid day. Shame she was in grief, for a old phone rang near Diana. Let's hope the ancient princess knows how to use a phone. |
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Post by bluelonewolf on May 9, 2013 23:04:26 GMT -5
Oh, haha, AnT, it is to laugh.She'd seen people answer cell phones in London so she connected the idea. "Hello?" |
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Post by AnT on May 9, 2013 23:07:37 GMT -5
 "Oh hey, Diana. Glad you know how to use a phone, given...urm....never mind. Anywho, I took your order and checked all local and underground doctors in London. Um...his file was not with any of them." |
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Post by bluesy on May 9, 2013 23:08:29 GMT -5
Pat rubbed her back to try and help her calm down. "It's alright, Sheira, it's going to be okay..."
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Post by bluelonewolf on May 9, 2013 23:09:14 GMT -5
"...He has to have gotten treatment somewhere," she frowned, "Unless the person whose arm I broke was not human." |
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Post by AnT on May 9, 2013 23:13:41 GMT -5
Sniffing, she nodded, rubbing her eyes. "Or maybe he's getting treatment from his unknown benefactor. I checked his history and found that out vegetable Icicle has a son; Cameron Mahkent, who is a mutant with the same powers. I was thinking...how did he find Shiera and Jack Knight? Then I thought, someone hired him to do it and uncovered locations of his tagets. And given he's the father of the first Icicle, he's probably doing the job for free....for vengeance." |
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