CurtailedAmbrosia
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“Can’t get better headquarters-or plain living-than Atlantis.” Jenna says with a nod. “The Tower was a terrible place. The more I learned about it, the more I saw, the worse it seemed. We’ll find Sarah and bring her here, too. She could probably use a place like this...and certainly seeing everyone happy.”
”Now all I have to do is get Marie down here. God knows that's about to be a trial as bad as anything I've faced to this point."
Lana frowned, tapping against the clipboard distractedly. Given what had happened the LAST time she’d suggested it-well, circumstances were different, weren’t they? She doesn’t like her in that pit, crippled and alone, not with Paul Marrane having killed so many of them already. She wasn’t a metahuman, but he might not know that. Besides-ever since she’d started to suspect the wheelchair and the self exile were penance, a manifestation of survivor’s guilt-well, she can’t help but want her out of it, even if she DID just go back to terrorizing the place.
“I mean, there’s got to be a corner for her somewhere, Laurent’s not going to turn her away just because she’s not a metahuman, right?” Jenna mused.
Lana shook her head. “Of course he wouldn’t. But Protagonist is obsessed with Samson. She would never leave it, much as she hates the place.”
Jenna blinked. Hated it? “Why was she-I mean...she was heroing…?”
“Taking her wrath out on the criminal element, more like. Protagonist wanted her pound of flesh, was vicious in her pursuit of it-Sam told us about a spouse or...someone important to her, anyway-someone she saw when she’d melded with her that first meeting, tried to see who had ‘summoned’ her. They’d been murdered, left for her to find. Shotgun blast to the chest and face, grisly. The murder made her snap, I guess. She became someone else when he died.”
Jenna was frowning, working through that.
“So. Yes, prying her out of that pit is probably beyond even you Elias, but here’s to hoping.”
“Let’s just get her down here to work on something, she went to the Coulee that one time, couple of days. Maybe another back up? And then keep...finding things that need doing...”
“Probably a better sell than immigrating.” Lana notes.
”Now all I have to do is get Marie down here. God knows that's about to be a trial as bad as anything I've faced to this point."
Lana frowned, tapping against the clipboard distractedly. Given what had happened the LAST time she’d suggested it-well, circumstances were different, weren’t they? She doesn’t like her in that pit, crippled and alone, not with Paul Marrane having killed so many of them already. She wasn’t a metahuman, but he might not know that. Besides-ever since she’d started to suspect the wheelchair and the self exile were penance, a manifestation of survivor’s guilt-well, she can’t help but want her out of it, even if she DID just go back to terrorizing the place.
“I mean, there’s got to be a corner for her somewhere, Laurent’s not going to turn her away just because she’s not a metahuman, right?” Jenna mused.
Lana shook her head. “Of course he wouldn’t. But Protagonist is obsessed with Samson. She would never leave it, much as she hates the place.”
Jenna blinked. Hated it? “Why was she-I mean...she was heroing…?”
“Taking her wrath out on the criminal element, more like. Protagonist wanted her pound of flesh, was vicious in her pursuit of it-Sam told us about a spouse or...someone important to her, anyway-someone she saw when she’d melded with her that first meeting, tried to see who had ‘summoned’ her. They’d been murdered, left for her to find. Shotgun blast to the chest and face, grisly. The murder made her snap, I guess. She became someone else when he died.”
Jenna was frowning, working through that.
“So. Yes, prying her out of that pit is probably beyond even you Elias, but here’s to hoping.”
“Let’s just get her down here to work on something, she went to the Coulee that one time, couple of days. Maybe another back up? And then keep...finding things that need doing...”
“Probably a better sell than immigrating.” Lana notes.