The Causeway, Late, Late Monday Night/Early, Early Tuesday Morning
Everything had led up to this.
The ... distraction of his death (unplanned or not). The tracker (and message) he´d planted on Typhoid. The return of his powers. The teleportation harness, purposefully misrouted to his store.
All of it dating back, unwittingly or not-- to a single choice.
But that was life.
Cable stood at the causeway. He felt the energy-- that strange trigger within-- that kept him locked to the island-- pulling on his limbs, pressing him back. But he´d done research, and plenty of it... and this time, his push against the shield, the tight focus of his powers shifting around him, unusable to him but for this one-- push--
The energy crackled around him. His nerves screamed. He didn´t let it register. Nothing did but the power blasting through his mind and sparking and he couldn´t feel his breath or his skin or see or--
And then-- like magic-- it snapped around him like a film of water, practically shoving him off the island.
He breathed. Once.
Then twice.
A step.
"Fandom." His eyes opened again. "It´s been fun..."
Second step. Then another. A few more, until he was sure...
The teleportation device thrummed in his hands.
A step.
"...But I have a job to do."
A step.
He stepped into an inferno.
( and he´s gone. nfb, nfi, ooc-okay, up early because i cannae predict my availability )
The ... distraction of his death (unplanned or not). The tracker (and message) he´d planted on Typhoid. The return of his powers. The teleportation harness, purposefully misrouted to his store.
All of it dating back, unwittingly or not-- to a single choice.
But that was life.
Cable stood at the causeway. He felt the energy-- that strange trigger within-- that kept him locked to the island-- pulling on his limbs, pressing him back. But he´d done research, and plenty of it... and this time, his push against the shield, the tight focus of his powers shifting around him, unusable to him but for this one-- push--
The energy crackled around him. His nerves screamed. He didn´t let it register. Nothing did but the power blasting through his mind and sparking and he couldn´t feel his breath or his skin or see or--
And then-- like magic-- it snapped around him like a film of water, practically shoving him off the island.
He breathed. Once.
Then twice.
A step.
"Fandom." His eyes opened again. "It´s been fun..."
Second step. Then another. A few more, until he was sure...
The teleportation device thrummed in his hands.
A step.
"...But I have a job to do."
A step.
He stepped into an inferno.
( and he´s gone. nfb, nfi, ooc-okay, up early because i cannae predict my availability )