pixie
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Post by pixie on May 12, 2022 22:09:27 GMT -6
The air was cold as a downpour of rain drenched the dystopian town formerly known as Bayville. The gates were slick with blood and rust. From the entrance of the drenched earth came a tall blond woman dressed in a black tee and ripped jeans. Her dirty blonde hair had been tied into a messy bun at the knape of her neck as a few tendrils fell over her the sides of her cheeks.
The woman had received a distress call from Wanda Maximoff weeks ago when the town had been under siege. As with ongoing war, communication signals had been delayed…
They needed help on all fronts. Once Stella got the signal, the only person she could think about was him. They hadn’t come to terms of their relationship, even years after oceans separated them. Back then it was easy; a simple plane ride or a portal jump and they could be together. Now it was nearly impossible.
It was more than a fling, at least to her. It was the only time she’d ever felt this was about someone other than herself. Someone else to love.
Her boots squeaked against the hard concrete as she walked toward the center of the compound. “Is everyone all right? I got a distress signal weeks ago. You still need us?” She asked softly, ready to press her replicator for her suit.
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Alagosa
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Post by Alagosa on May 27, 2022 18:13:31 GMT -6
Since the war began, Andrew had gone underground to smuggle mutants out of various cities into safe holds. He used his unique set of skills and powers to save who he could. He got quite skilled at smuggling as he expanded to supplies and scouting out new safe zones. In a strange way, he felt that this was his true calling. His old life filled in the holes until the start of the war.
A frown crossed his features as he sat back on his heels. He glanced up to the gray sky as rain matted his long blonde to the sides of his face. This was not the life he had imagined. What was worse is that he had not heard from his twin in weeks, Stella even longer. The war had scattered them to the far reaches of the world.
He stood up as his steps dragged along the scorched ground. A sigh left his lips as he thought about the woman who ran away with his heart. He admitted to avoiding a certain conversation of defining what they were to each other. He never told anyone that she meant more to him than life itself. She held a special spot in which no other lover came close to. There was a part of him that was scared to put a label on what they shared. A growl left his throat as he remembered the last of her boyfriends. Each held their own problems as well as never stopped her wondering eye towards him. He didn't want to tie either of them into something they would have regretted. The lack of definition meant that neither of them would run or felt tied down.
He walked across the burned ground as his eyes glanced back and forth for signs of life. His frown deepened as there was none. He could only guess what that meant. His stomach knotted as he got the distress call too late. He had been in some of the underground tunnels during the time of the attack. He rushed here once he got his group to safety. He wasn't sure if he would have been able to make the difference here.
It was down this path that his eyes caught a familiar figure. He smiled as he walked over to her. He knew her like the back of his hand. His eyes drifted over her figure as a smile crossed his face as the dark thoughts were pushed to the back of his mind. It would seem as if external forces pulled them together once again.
"It seems as we both got the same message a little too late this time. Long time, no see Ms. Armstrong. I am thrilled the war has not dulled your beauty."
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