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<td valign="top">[[Image:MoA Darcy.png|left]]'''Moment of Awesome - [[Darcy Lewis]]:'''  
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''Finding herself being stalked after her [[Dial My Number|mutant status is exposed]], Darcy gets in touch with a friend of [[Jane Foster]] and gets an offer of sanctuary.''
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''Helping out after a multi-car pile-up, [http://x-logs.livejournal.com/3854466.html Ty shows his power is more versatile than even he thought].''
  
"I haven't left my apartment in a few days, if that says anything about the threat I'm feeling. I quit listening to voicemail even before that, my unlocked twitter account is a complete loss, and my e-mail is a cesspit. It wasn't that bad at first, a few capslocked notes about how mutants are going to hell and similar, although the volume's steadily increased. That's why I didn't contact you immediately after talking to Jane. But then... late last night? I got an e-mail that had direct violence threats and snapshots of me going through my day. A few creepy text messages matched up with that e-mail and a few others. Photoshops of my mutilated corpse, standard high-level harassment." Her voice got progressively detached as she recited what had been going on since the article came out. "People have been harassing my roommates to a lesser extent, and then I got an e-mail with pictures of my youngest cousin at school, and that's when I sucked it up and called you."
 
  
"Wow, okay," Clint said, straightening up out of the semi-slouch he'd settled into. "So, what we're gonna do. You're gonna give me your GPS coordinates. I'm gonna talk to my tech guy and my transport and we'll be there in, like, I dunno. An hour or two, tops. Use that time to pack. That level of stalker behavior and the implicit threat to your family members is kind of farther than I thought it'd go, even with them doxxing you."
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Kitty had been staring at the wreckage, dazed for a moment with her memories. The voice saying her name snapped her back into the present. There are people here who need my help now.
  
S​he looked up her GPS coordinates and rattled them off, then glanced around her room trying to figure out how she'd manage to pack it all in just a few hours. "Luggage. Are we talking things that aren't easily replaced only, or the bulk of my things, or what? How on earth are you getting here so fast?"
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She ran to Sharon, looking up at the other woman. "Where should I start?" Her eyes caught sight of the driver and she moved forward, her eyes evaluating the situation.
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"Wait... the gasoline..." Turning to Ty, she asked: "Can you clear a path to the cabin for us? Kitty and I hopefully will be able to get him out."
  
Rubbing at the bridge of his nose, Clint frowned and said, "Definitely things that aren't easily replaceable. If you have the kind of luggage that'll allow you to pack up your other stuff, go for it. If not, just lock your room or whatever and we can go back to get the rest of it when you're not actively being threatened. Also, you'll find out how I'm getting there when I get there. Call your family and let them know what's going on. And that you'll be getting a new number that you'll give them once you've got it. Don't wanna panic them, right? But also warn them that somebody's watching them - or at least your littlest cousin."
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Ty's expression twisted up into one of consideration. "Hadn't thought of that, I think it'll be easy enough." He grabbed nearby shadows, gave them more substance, and sent them to feed on the gasoline. He felt the liquid envelope into the shadow, like sweat evaporating from skin. It disappeared far more quickly than he anticipated, and all the fuel was gone in seconds.
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"I can phase him," Kitty said. "But you'll need to help me lift him." She looked over at Sharon as she knelt, touching the driver and concentrating hard. She hoped that he didn't wake in the middle of the lift--it was going to be hard enough keeping them all under her control.
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Sharon knelt down next to her, grabbing the driver's head and shoulders and tried to keep everything as stable as she could. "Ready."
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Kitty took a deep breath,  then lifted. She kept the three of them phased as she moved,  focusing as well as she could.  The sounds around them distracted her but she fought to ignore the tears and moans.
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Biting her lip,  Kitty called back to Ty, "Everything okay over there? "
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Could one get metaphysical indigestion? That's exactly what it felt like to Ty. But other than mild discomfort, he felt fine. "Good to go, though I hope we get out of here before someone thinks to wonder where a couple thousand gallons of gasoline went. Somebody's losing a lot of money."
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"They are lucky their driver is still alive, not moaning about lost gasoline." Sharon muttered as she helped Kitty ease him down on the road and started her assessment. "Kitty, I want you to keep his head stable. Can you do that for me? Kneel down behind his head and put your hands like this." Sharon explained as she showed Kitty how to hold his head to immobilize him. "Your arm helps to keep his head steady."
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"Okay." Kitty bit her lip, glancing over her shoulder. The driver felt warm in her arms and she forced herself to focus on that.  She released her phase hold on them in order to concentrate on their surroundings.
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Ty released the shadows with what <i>felt</i> like a burp. It was very disconcerting. He shook himself and turned to the women with the driver. "Anything else I can do?" he asked uncertainly.
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Sharon was already performing her first assessment, checking his vital signs and looking for any life threatening injuries. " Damn, sucking chest wound." She muttered after lifting his shirt. "Ty, do you have a plastic bag or a plastic wrapper? I need to seal this." She pulled out a role of medical tape she put in her pocket.
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He shoved his hands into his pockets, then his jacket pockets. He came up with the wrapping for one of those gas station cookies. "Will this work? It's plastic."
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"Good enough." She took the wrapper from him and carefully put it with the clean side down on his skin and taped it on three sides. She observed for a moment, seeing the air escape during exhale, while being sucked against the would on the inhale.
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"Think he'll make it?" Kitty asked.
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"With some luck and if further aid will arrive quickly, he should be fine."  
  
​"Okay, I can do all of that. I really do appreciate all of your help, Clint.​ I'll bake you something if I can once you get me to wherever I'm going in thanks. Just tell me what you want." Darcy smiled for the first time in a few days, and got up to start packing.
 
 
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Latest revision as of 16:35, 18 April 2017

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Moment of Awesome - Tyrone Johnson/Cloak:

Helping out after a multi-car pile-up, Ty shows his power is more versatile than even he thought.


Kitty had been staring at the wreckage, dazed for a moment with her memories. The voice saying her name snapped her back into the present. There are people here who need my help now.

She ran to Sharon, looking up at the other woman. "Where should I start?" Her eyes caught sight of the driver and she moved forward, her eyes evaluating the situation. "Wait... the gasoline..." Turning to Ty, she asked: "Can you clear a path to the cabin for us? Kitty and I hopefully will be able to get him out."

Ty's expression twisted up into one of consideration. "Hadn't thought of that, I think it'll be easy enough." He grabbed nearby shadows, gave them more substance, and sent them to feed on the gasoline. He felt the liquid envelope into the shadow, like sweat evaporating from skin. It disappeared far more quickly than he anticipated, and all the fuel was gone in seconds.

"I can phase him," Kitty said. "But you'll need to help me lift him." She looked over at Sharon as she knelt, touching the driver and concentrating hard. She hoped that he didn't wake in the middle of the lift--it was going to be hard enough keeping them all under her control.

Sharon knelt down next to her, grabbing the driver's head and shoulders and tried to keep everything as stable as she could. "Ready."

Kitty took a deep breath, then lifted. She kept the three of them phased as she moved, focusing as well as she could. The sounds around them distracted her but she fought to ignore the tears and moans.

Biting her lip, Kitty called back to Ty, "Everything okay over there? "

Could one get metaphysical indigestion? That's exactly what it felt like to Ty. But other than mild discomfort, he felt fine. "Good to go, though I hope we get out of here before someone thinks to wonder where a couple thousand gallons of gasoline went. Somebody's losing a lot of money."

"They are lucky their driver is still alive, not moaning about lost gasoline." Sharon muttered as she helped Kitty ease him down on the road and started her assessment. "Kitty, I want you to keep his head stable. Can you do that for me? Kneel down behind his head and put your hands like this." Sharon explained as she showed Kitty how to hold his head to immobilize him. "Your arm helps to keep his head steady."

"Okay." Kitty bit her lip, glancing over her shoulder. The driver felt warm in her arms and she forced herself to focus on that. She released her phase hold on them in order to concentrate on their surroundings.

Ty released the shadows with what felt like a burp. It was very disconcerting. He shook himself and turned to the women with the driver. "Anything else I can do?" he asked uncertainly.

Sharon was already performing her first assessment, checking his vital signs and looking for any life threatening injuries. " Damn, sucking chest wound." She muttered after lifting his shirt. "Ty, do you have a plastic bag or a plastic wrapper? I need to seal this." She pulled out a role of medical tape she put in her pocket.

He shoved his hands into his pockets, then his jacket pockets. He came up with the wrapping for one of those gas station cookies. "Will this work? It's plastic."

"Good enough." She took the wrapper from him and carefully put it with the clean side down on his skin and taped it on three sides. She observed for a moment, seeing the air escape during exhale, while being sucked against the would on the inhale.

"Think he'll make it?" Kitty asked.

"With some luck and if further aid will arrive quickly, he should be fine."