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At some point within the past day, Dr. Moira MacTaggert had disappeared from the sandy shores of Tabula Rasa, presumably returning to a world where, once again, she'd die in her quest for the Legacy Virus' cure. She'd been the closest thing Jamie Madrox had had to a mother since his own had died when he was just a teenager -- a fierce, but kind woman who had taken him into her life and her home when he'd rejected Xavier's offer to join his X-Men. But now, for a second time, she was just gone. Lost to the ether as though she'd never returned in the first place.
It's been said that mutant heaven has no pearly gates, only revolving doors. This is great in theory. It's even proven fairly applicable in practice. Problem is, I'm not sure I believe in heaven, and Moira... Well, she wasn't a mutant, now, was she?
Hours had already passed since Rahne had burst into the hut he shared with Layla, and delivered the bad news, but he hadn't yet cried. The way he figured it, he'd had enough emotional breakdowns in the past year to very well cover the rest of his life, and as he'd reaffirmed time and time again, there was no crying in noir. What there was, however, was plenty of booze, and while the Hub had never been a favored destination spot for him in the past, he had the sneaking suspicion that that would change in the upcoming weeks. Still numb from shock, he didn't want to feel the loss when it inevitably hit, wanted to anesthetize the pain before he ever had a chance to feel it. He'd saved Moira's life from the water that had nearly claimed his own, only just to lose her to the whims of Gilligan's Island a month later. It rankled.
Though Rahne had followed him to the bar, she'd wandered off in the last few minutes, leaving him to stare at the bottom of his empty shot glass alone. He was folded up on one of the stools, hunched over himself, with his sleeves rolled passed his the elbows. Beside him, his trench coat was slung over the adjacent chair. After a long moment's pause, he rapped his fingers against the edge of the bar, and looked up, raising one hand to grab the barkeep's attention. In a voice rough from disuse, he said, "Another."
Depending on one's opinion, it's either an excellent time to meet Madrox or a terrible one. Timed to any point this evening, this EP will remain open to new tags through Monday. As always, please note that while it is not reflected in a number of his icons, he has a large M tatooed over his right eye.
It's been said that mutant heaven has no pearly gates, only revolving doors. This is great in theory. It's even proven fairly applicable in practice. Problem is, I'm not sure I believe in heaven, and Moira... Well, she wasn't a mutant, now, was she?
Hours had already passed since Rahne had burst into the hut he shared with Layla, and delivered the bad news, but he hadn't yet cried. The way he figured it, he'd had enough emotional breakdowns in the past year to very well cover the rest of his life, and as he'd reaffirmed time and time again, there was no crying in noir. What there was, however, was plenty of booze, and while the Hub had never been a favored destination spot for him in the past, he had the sneaking suspicion that that would change in the upcoming weeks. Still numb from shock, he didn't want to feel the loss when it inevitably hit, wanted to anesthetize the pain before he ever had a chance to feel it. He'd saved Moira's life from the water that had nearly claimed his own, only just to lose her to the whims of Gilligan's Island a month later. It rankled.
Though Rahne had followed him to the bar, she'd wandered off in the last few minutes, leaving him to stare at the bottom of his empty shot glass alone. He was folded up on one of the stools, hunched over himself, with his sleeves rolled passed his the elbows. Beside him, his trench coat was slung over the adjacent chair. After a long moment's pause, he rapped his fingers against the edge of the bar, and looked up, raising one hand to grab the barkeep's attention. In a voice rough from disuse, he said, "Another."
Depending on one's opinion, it's either an excellent time to meet Madrox or a terrible one. Timed to any point this evening, this EP will remain open to new tags through Monday. As always, please note that while it is not reflected in a number of his icons, he has a large M tatooed over his right eye.
