Exiles in Elseworlds

"I'm not comitting suicide because you fucked up your previous mission."

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"I can do this!"

The lights dim again as he glares at the idiotic stranger.

"I learned from what went before. Peter, the goggles need to be darker, much darker. And I've learned upper limits to my power not even I thought I possessed."

He stares into Silver's eyes.

"I can do this."

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This is unexpected - not the emotional plea from Roberto but her desire to respond to it in kind. Today has been full of those sorts of moments and it briefly makes her feel old and bitter toward those gathered in the room. It doesn't last long. Even if she is getting too old for this there is no other real choice.

She is slow to respond to his words, thinking it over. "He's right. If we don't do something now we won't have enough people to do anything after we lose whoever we would lose in the retaliation tonight." Silver carefully removes Roberto's hand from her cheek, giving it a small squeeze before releasing it and starting to step away from him.

Looking to the newcomers, she seems ready to give an emotional plea. But it isn't her way. "We're going to have to go. If you come, you can figure out what it is you need to do and maybe we can help. If not - we'll either survive or we won't. The more capable people we have, the better chance we all have."

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"Silver, baby, you can count on the Mighty Morph. I expect I'm pretty much vampire proof in any case, having no blood and all."

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"I'll make the adjustments to the goggles.. it shouldn't take long, though they'll be nearly opaque.."

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"Yes. I emitted too much preventative light. This time, I will conserve all. If you need the goggles, you will be able to see through them. I promise you."

A hand lingers on Silver's shoulder. "Promise, if they try to turn me, you won't let me end like Sooraya. With my powers, the light stored within me..." he shudders. "Promise me."

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"Roberto, if I can help it, no one is going to die like that." There is a tone to her voice that says she'd like to promise him. That she'd like to say no one else is going to die at all but she can't make those promises no matter how much she'd like to say it.

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"Vampires are fairy tales where I come from."

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"That's the first sane thing I've heard you say."

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"Of course." His tone is flat, unconvinced.

"There are some things I would like to collect first. And Silver, there is something Dani wanted you to have."

He holds out a hand, nodding for her to come with him.

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"I've seen zombies, though. Lots of them. And the 'Strange' of my world was a hot Mexican chick."

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Silver looks torn for a few moments at that. She can't imagine what it is Dani would have wanted her to have that Roberto couldn't just bring here. Still...

Finally, she looks to Peter, "I shouldn't be gone long. If anyone needs me, come and find me." Then she takes Roberto's hand, following him.

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"If I ever find a Stephen Strange on my world, I'm arresting his pasty white ass on the spot. He'll have done something wrong. I can guarentee it."

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"She couldn't have been more than 21, though. A bit short in the tooth for me. But I don't think I really noticed how hot she was until now. Although I was hip-deep in female troubles at the time so I wouldn't have even been thinking about that... and you can't understate how much of a libido-killer the walking dead can be..."

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She nods to Silver and Sunspot as they retreat down the hallway. "Vampires, on the other hand, don't seem to get in the way."

So he's far enough past 21 to consider that too young for him. She files that away for later.

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In his room, out of Peter's enhanced earshot, he wraps his hands around her face and pulls her into a kiss. "I'm not going to survive going back." A brown finger covers her lips. "Don't argue. We both know it's true."

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"There aren't any vampires HERE. This is downtime, it doesn't count. The whole time I knew her, we had zombies breathing down our necks. Good lord, that stinks."

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Raven nods agreement. "Downtime's good, but there's nothing like realizing that was your last round and damnit, if you can take out the rest of these people in the next fifty minutes, you'll still have at least thirty more before the cleanup crew hits the site."

She shivers a little at the memory.

Time for another cigarette.

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"Roberto, I wo-"

Where did this come from, this sudden and frantic need to protect him? Was all of this always here, buried, or is it because they're both fairly certain that they're going to die in the next few hours?

"It isn't inevitable..."

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His lips move along her neck. "You didn't see what they did to Sooraya." One hand slides up along her hip.

"This isn't just for me. Dani would've wanted you to take something for yourself. Just this once. I can give you that."

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"Dani..." The name is a pain radiating through her chest and making it hard to breathe. One more name amongst all of the others, some more painful than others but all of them weighing her down. She can still recite them all, or at least that's what she likes to tell herself.

"Roberto, I would never want to replace, could nev-"

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"I didn't ask you to." He stops her with another kiss. "Feel alive, Silver. I want to, once more, before it's all over." A hand slides under the hem of her shirt, fingers moving along the scars on her waist. "And you need to. Because you're going to survive."

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"Are we still talking about gross things or hot things now?"

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She takes a long drag off her cigarette. "You were talking about gross things?"

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