Goodbye, Cameron King

[Seer]

<< New York City, Illustra. Late night/early morning. The Six and their allies had returned from Limbo to Illustra. the "storm" had long faded with the destruction of the wraiths and Illustra had been secured and cleared of all traces of them.>>

<< while the threat of MALICE may have ended, her long shadow still cast over them, the damage she caused would be felt for a long time to come. EVERYONE was so tired and weary both in mind and body and upon their return, they retired on their invidual floors. like a flower during a frost, the six rested their minds and bodies. several days would pass as they remained safetly nestled within the private residence floors of Illustra>>


<< but they could not stay in forever. they had lives to live and now they were faced with the task of finally laying one of their own to rest. Cameron King, a founding member of the Six. He was the baby brother of Alison Marble aka Guardian and had been murdered by Malice.>>

<< Not many things fazed the stone cold Seer, but as powerfull as she is, she had been unable to save her brother from Malice and the guilt, the PAIN of that haunted even HER marble hard heart...it even...invaded her DREAMS.>>

 

[Harbinger]

not what it seems

:: a crisp, cleary, slightly breezy morning. in the serenly silent, massive expanse of a gothic cemertary and out in the open, Alison Marble, along with the rest of the Six, their allies INCLUDING Ororo and other select guests are now gathered to pay their final respects to Cameron King.::

:: Alison sits silent, wearing a chic , slightly "above the knee" black dress with a split up the side and round rimmed Gucci sunglasses to hide her cobalt blue eyes. Morgan sits beside her and Delilah sits on the other side. the rest of the six are either seated or standing behind her.::

:: as the priest delievers a solemn euglogy, Alison continues to sit. she doesnt move, even as her blue/black hair blows in the breeze. what she's thinking or feeling is anyone's guess. but as the priest continues on...the winds seem to grow louder, more fierce...causing those in attendance to shift and fidget more.::

:: Alison looks up and the winds are now whipping...causing people to cry out and take cover before the GROUND begins to tremble and SHAKE!::

:: Morgan grabs Alison's hand as she begins to grow agittated...is this HER doing...her telekinetic power responding to her emotions? before Morgan can ask Alison, the coffin with Cameron King's body FALLS off its support and slides into the burial plot at an angle, the coffin OPENS up from being jarred. Alison cries out and gets up, but trips and falls forward..SLAMMING her head on the metal frame around the burial plot. she seems to have knocked herself out. and all falls silent.::


:: seconds later, Alison jolts to consciousness with a bit of blood coming from a cut on her forehead. she still has on her sunglasses and turns back...the guests there are looking rather concerned and disoriented, as they struggle to adjust now that the winds have stopped. she turns back and looks into the hole...the coffin is open..and there lie's Cameron's body. The coffin seems large now...and the lower end is not visible..only blackness::


:: but there's something ELSE inside the coffin as well.. she hears a soft, malevolent laugh in the air. it sounds DEMONIC now. As she looks down, she sees...a LITTLE GIRL with dark hair and blue eys....the little girl is in a white dress...and has a look of fear on her face. Alison's cobalt blue eyes WIDEN as the little girl cries out for ALISON to help her! WHY does the girl seem FAMILIAR to Alison? how does the girl even KNOWN Alison?::


:: from the depths of the Coffin emerges a HORRID, decrepit, twisted looking MALICE, with a blood dripping from a DEEP wound that encircles her entire neck. no doubt from where she was decapitated. WHAT IS SHE DOING HERE!? HOW IS SHE ALIVE!?::


:: the horrifying looking Malice, laughing softly, PULLS the little girl down into the blackness of the coffin, down past the area of Cameron's legs and Alison, gasping at the sight of this, JUMPS down into the hole to try to reach for the girl and pull her out! but she's too late!::

NO!

:: Alison cries out! has she failed to save yet ANOTHER person from the now zombie-esque White Queen? Even as Alison reels from the site of this and wonders why Morgan or someone hasnt come to help her....the BODY of Cameron King slowly turns...and his eyes OPEN! They look so EMPTY. Alison GASPS with shock as tears of blood begin to stream from Cameron's eyes...and he calls out::

Cameron: ALISONNNN!! why didnt you...SAVE ME!? Didndt you CARE FOR ME!?

:: Alison recoils in shock and horror. she tries to get out of the coffin but finds that she is LOST inside ...::

Cameron: stay with me Alisonnnnnnnn! stay with with your baby brother!!!

:: Cameron's corpse reaches out and grabs Alison, latching on to her and pulling her into the darkness below in the coffin....and Alison...so stunned can only close her eyes...::


:: SCREAM!!!::


THE REAL WORLD- Illustra, 106th floor

:: the NIGHTMARE ends as Alison's body WRITHES with fear, shock and a desperate need to ESCAPE as she jolts back to waking consciousness while SCREAMING. ::

:: she finally realizes it was::

NO!!.........a dream.......

:: now sitting up in her large, king sized, antique darkwood sleigh bed, she covers her face with her hands her blue/black hair falls forward. she regulates her breathing as she softly utters that it was only a dream.::

:: still shaken...she dare not look in the mirror across the way, lest she see the image that has haunted her for the last few days now...the image of her dead brother starring at her with those cold, sad, empty eyes...and tears of blood::


:: today was the day that Alison would bury her baby brother...and say goodbye for the last time.::

 

[Foxfire]

Blaze's place

Meanwhile on another floor of Illustra sounds of groans, grunts, and smacking could be heard. No! Not that kind of activity. Shadows on the wall danced off the walls like lightning as a certain fiery mutant was exercising. Her fists enveloped in small fingerless gloves as she punched the thick black punching bag. Her left leg swung to kick the bag as it swung around on its springs.

She had slept a full two days with her arm fully recovered now. White wiring strapped around her slender waist disappearing inside her ears to indicate she was listening to music via her IPod. A pair of black Nike track pants adoring her legs and a white form - fitting wifebeater clung to her well - endowed chest. Her sweaty chocolate locks were haphazardly held into a messy pony - tail.

Rob Zombie's 'Living Dead Girl' rang loudly through her headphones. Flickering candles and burning incense lingered in the background. But other than that the outside world was shielded from her world.

Dipping her body down to knee the bag. Who was she fighting? It seemed Foxfire had her own pent up aggression while others dreamed nightmares. Since returning to Illustra she had her floor sound proofed due to her vigorous dance routines and tai - chi.

Her sage - green eyes now a haunting yellow with her cheeks flushed. Backflipping her white sneakers connecting into the punching bag. A loud SMACK was echoed only in her suite. Her heart slamming inside her chest before grabbing a pair of sais. Flinging one to a life - size dummy. The metal of the sais was deeply impeded into the boxing dummies forehead. Flames around the room lengthed to elevate her shadow.

A pair of laser beams opened from the ceiling to target Blaze. Her fast movements increased to evade the red beam. Her other sais thrown to terminate the pester. Glancing at the clock that hung gloomily to her left. She stopped reaching for a white towel, her breathing slightly labored.

Today was the day the team came face to face with the death of Cameron King. Turning off her IPod, Blaze sunk down upon a lounge chair. Grabbing her bottle of water to refresh herself. She didn't know how to feel on this day. Blaze wasn't close to Cameron the way Haleigh was. Despite her actions in battle Blaze sent both Haleigh and Alison a beautiful rare arrangement of flowers flown in from Paris. She also sent a small card that offered her condolences. She had a feeling both women would either rip the flowers to shreds or send them away. But, at least it showed the mutant was human and unlike others on the team she did have a heart.

She also offered another bouquet of flowers for the ceremony which were flown in from Japan. Memories of Cameron filling her mind like hot lightning. Turning to see a portrait of herself, Alexis, and Cameron. She looked closely at the frame, her thumb running over the outline of Cameron. Her eyes fading to that emerald tint but even they were misty. Despite what she said about Cameron, Blaze secretly respected him. But, she couldn't let that be known. And despite their contrasting differences Blaze did care for the guy. He saved her ass on more than one occasion. Blaze would need to get ready soon but she found herself frozen in the chair. Cameron's death beginning to cause a rift in her soul, one that was not present before.

 

[Black Widow]

Haleigh Davidoff: 105th floor penthouse

Zach stood in the bedroom, watching himself in the full length mirror as he began putting on a black oxford shirt. Haleigh had gone to answer the knock on the door. she came back a few seconds later, dressed halfway in a knee length black skirt and a bra, carrying a beautiful array of flowers. She set them on the bedroom dresser, searching briefly for the card.

"Did you send these? They're so exotic!"

She said happily, even as he shook his head. She had been acting this way all morning, but he knew what emotion laid beneath the facade. He also knew she wasn't acting this way to fool him... only herself. As Haleigh read the card, her eyes grew darker and her face went flat... and when she was finished, she looked at the flowers for a second... and then slammed her hand in a swiping motion, knocking them clean off the dresser and scattering them everywhere. Zach stopped dressing and took Haleigh in his arms to comfort her. She had been meeting EVERYTHING adverse with anger the past two days. Even the dogs were skirting around her, able to sense the simmering rage.

Zach:"Haleigh, baby?"

"I... I can't do this. I'm not going."

Zach:"Honey.... why not?"

"Because.... if I do... it'll mean he's really dead... and I don't want to DEAL with that right now.... and I don't want to deal with those PEOPLE. I want to KILL SOMEBODY."

Zach:"Cameron is really gone whether we go to his service or not.... but he deserves to be honored and remembered, most of ALL by you... and if you don't go, you'll hate yourself later."

"I hate myself NOW, it won't really be much of a change."

Zach:"Well.... what about Alison? She NEEDS you there. She needs your support and I think you would really BENEFIT from getting OUT of this loft. You haven't even walked the dogs since you got back... You've just been holed up in here and I'm starting to worry about you. We should go. For Cameron and Alison."

Haleigh seemed to be on the verge of relenting. She sighed softly but her voice was still steely. "If Blaze says ANYTHING about Ava, I swear to God..."

Zach finally let Haleigh go and he lifted her chin up to look in her eyes. "One step at a time, love. Let's finish getting dressed first." Haleigh nodded with a sad smile, and nothing else was said between them as they got dressed.

 

[Spellbinder]

Illustra- 106th floor

<< a stepping disc opens within Alison's luxury apartment on the 106th floor. Morgan Victoria emerges up from the disc, rushing forward into Alison's bedroom, wearing a beautifull and sexy pink silk MINI robe that gives a very fullfilling view of her long, smooth flawless legs and ALMOST a view ...the slightest PEEK of something else in the back. what, if ANYTHING Morgan is wearing under this sexy mini robe is unclear but her legs are supported by pink gem toned high heeled slides. Her hair was down, resting at her shoulders with slight bangs.>>

ALISON?

<< Morgan rushed into the Seer's room>>

all you allright!?

I felt your distress, heard your scream!

<< she looked around to make sure there were no intruders. upon not seeing any, she came over to the bed, and sat down beside Alison.>>


was it...a nightmare? or something else?

<< she asked quietly>>

 

[Harbinger]

Illustra-106th floor

:: having drawn her legs up and wrapped her arms around her calves, Guardian rests her head on her knees. still hiding her face as her blue/black hair fell forward. she sighed as she continued to sit in her large, king sized sleigh bed. she knew Morgan would come, and right on cue, Morgan's stepping disc flashed open in another area of the luxury apartment and Morgan ran to Alison's room. ::

:: as Morgan asked if Alison was okay, Alison didnt lift her head, she just continued to sit.::

:: in a cold, weak voice::

I am...fine.

It was a nightmare...but not just a nightmare..it almost seemed like there was a VISION hidden within the nightmare.

:: she looked over finally as Morgan sat with her on the bed, and handed her a glass of water.::

I can't exactly put my finger on what it was that i was supposed to "see", but we were at cameron's funeral. there was an odd calm in the air, but then came winds and an earth quake. the coffin fell into the burial plot and the lid flew open. i ran forward...and fell, hitting my head. when i finally woke up , i heard a faint, demonic laugh. it was Malice. i looked into the plot and the coffin and there was a little girl with black hair and blue eyes....and she was crying out for help, Malice was dragging her down into the darkness of the coffin and i tried to reach for her but i missed. Cameron's body..it reanimated....tears of blood streaming from his eyes, before he...he ATTACKED ME!

:: a wind howled outside as the first light of dawn broke.::

I ..dont know what it means. But i'm too tired to think. there's much to be done today with the funeral and I just dont know how i'll get through!

:: Alison was disgusted with herself, she felt so weak and vulnerable and it was ONLY in front of Morgan that she would show this without trying to hide it. ::

 

[Foxfire]

The Grandfather in the background struck accordingly. Blaze who had received a telephone call confirming her flowers were sent to Haleigh Davidoff. Snapping out of her daze she shut her black and silver Motorola phone. "God knows what that girl's going to do to those flowers." Sighing heavily, Blaze got up from the comfort of her chair disappearing into the bathroom for what seemed like an hour.

Returning to her room she decided to go against the dark and gloomy look today. Picking out an all white suit. Slipping inside the suit with success it offered Blaze a crisp and refreshing look. She hated funerals in fact she could always feel the spirit world constantly revolving around her. Finishing up her white tie before buttoning up the suit up. A pair of white pumps adding to her short height. Applying a natural set of makeup instead of dark and smoky. Leaving her hair down and curled to every end.

Enya's "Only time" played in the background as small droplets of rain fell outside. A soft mist but not a steady rainfall. A knock at the door caused her to frown. Walking out to see a glamorous ebony skinned woman. Blaze's lips lifted into a genuine smile.

"Vivica."

Her lover smiled, wearing a Prada black and silver dress that accentuated her beautiful body. Accompanied by a small - form fitting white v - neck top and a black blazer that was also Prada. A set of elegant white pearls adoring her slender neck and small diamond earrings. Vivica looked stunning even for a funeral. Her dark locks swept up into a stylish updo, which equally framed her face.

The two embraced in a tender hug and a kiss. "I heard about Mr. King I'm truly sorry Blaze. He was a gentlemen to me whenever I needed a suitable hotel. Usually most CEO's are arrogant and uptight but he was sweet." Blaze smiled at this, Cameron King a gentlemen? That was a new one in her book but she could actually visualize Cameron doing so.

"Thanks for coming. I could use a bit of support. I'm the black sheep of my friends..." She tried to laugh nervously. Vivica shook her head, "Well, give them some space. Each of them need space right now especially when dealing with something as tragic as this." She said gently, trying to make Blaze understand. And believe it or not she did.

"I'd like to go now, beat the traffic."

Vivica nodded, "I'll take us." She said, reaching down for Blaze's warm hand. It was ironic how opposite the two looked. Vivica was stylish and chic in all black and Blaze looked refreshed and well rested in all white. The two exited her suite as Blaze carried two single red and white long - stemmed roses.

Walking to the elevator, Vivica could see her lover was stressed. Something she was keeping a secret but the actress would not push it. The two hand - in - hand as they climbed inside Illustra's elevator. The elevator beeped as the pair descended several floors.

Vivica turned and placed her hand in the small of Blaze's back. "Its okay Blaze...to mourn I mean. You don't have to put on that tough cookie act with me. Your eyes give you away...." Blaze smiled looking to Vivica, "I've been told that...I just wish there was something I could do for the others especially Haleigh and Alison."

The elevator chimed and the two walked out hands clasped together. "The best thing you can offer them is space. Let them come to you....your so fiery and hot tempered." You have no idea, Vivica. She thought to herself climbing into the passenger side of Vivica's black BMW.

 

[Persephone]

:: It had been two days since returning from Limbo after the six's hellish confrontation with Malice and the Dire Wraiths. After being shot six times while under the possession of Malice, being transported to a realm that literally eats her life away, AND diving in front of a massive Psi javalline attack unleashed by Malice; the goddess had stayed in bed the entire time back. In fact, she had NO desire whatsoever to see anyone on the team considering the fact she had put her life on the line for them when all they were doing was bickering and fighting. She was so badly damaged, mind and body, Morgan, Alison, and Dr. Victoria had to heal her using potions and magick. It just didn't sit well with Persephone knowing how her REAL team, the MOE, would have never taken such a sacrifice for granted, let alone allow their emotions to overtake them during the heat of a battle. Obviously these people still considered her an 'outsider' regardless of her efforts put forth in the past mission. ::

:: Pushing herself up from the large king sized mattress, Persephone's long ebony locks fell along her shoulders and chest, framing her paled face beautifully. Coughing softly, her chest felt hollow and cold, like having a bad chest flu. A residual effect from having extensive wounds AND being in Limbo at the same time. Karen assured her it was serious and it would pass in a few days, therefore it was more of an annoyance than anything. ::

:: Brushing back the large comforter that laid askew around her body, she pushed herself off the elevated bed and made her way around to her bathroom. Today was the funeral of Cameron King, a founding member of the six. Although she did not know him, she felt it necessary to pay her respects for Alison's sake. ::

:: Shedding her clothing, although still in bed, she had awoken earlier that morning and already showered. She was simply to drained to stay awake and decided on a small nap before finishing getting ready for the funeral. Grabbing the simple black (her trademark color) velvet,Marc Jacobs knee length dress, that hung behind her bathroom door, Persephone slipped into it before exiting her bathroom. Making her way to her dresser, she ran her fingers throughout her curled hair deciding to leave it as is. Dabbing some Jasmine oil on her wrists and behind her ears, she bent down to grab her black sling back, peep toe shoes before sitting on the bed to put them on. Standing once more, she moved back to the dresser picking up her metallic gold clutch purse and gold cuff bracelet in the shape of an ancient serpent. One of the few original pieces Persephone has kept with her since the days the Gods roamed the earth. ::

:: Exiting her bedroom, Persephone slipped on the serpent cuff past her hand, allowing the beautiful jewelry to rest boldly on her wrist and lower forearm. Making her way into her livingroom, Persephone rested her purse on the coffee table before sitting on the couch. Coughing more roughly this time, she lifted her hand to her mouth, shaking her head in frustration. She really hated the fact she was going to see these people today. Especially considering now she wasn't going to give them the luxury of holding her tongue any longer. ::

"Bastards."

:: She mumbled, her English accent horse but still beautiful, as she cleared her throat before standing once more. Maneuvering around her couch and walking into the kitchen, she grabbed a bottle of water that she had previously opened earlier that morning, and took a sip soothing her scratchy throat. ::

:: Shifting her violet outlined eyes to the stove clock, it was nearly time to leave for Cameron King's funeral. ::

 

[Rampage]

Nicolas sat srenely, mediataing as he had done for the past cpuple of days. He had healed quite quickly interms of physical dmage, but it took longer to center himself, to dealwith what has happened to the team. He was tempted to contact the others, but there were problems galore.
First, he honestly did not know Morgan very well, and he wished that any visit not be seen as a "booty call", a chance to further the banter started at the Terror Dome. No, he would give her time to rest, reconnect when he felt it was more appropriate.
As for Alsion, Haleigh, and Delilah, he was not very close to any of them, so he did nothing in the days to contact them.
Persephone, he did appreciate her very much after her sacrifice, but the icy goddess was hard to get to know, and he also wnated to take it more slowly.
One person who he did contact was Dr. Karen Victoria. He took a moment to cherish her return, and he confided in her the connection he felt, the feeling that she had been, for the first time ever, a mother figure to him. She seemed quite touched by the statement, and he was glad that it appeared that she would indeed stay a fixture in his life.
Nicolas left orders at the front desk to leave a rose for each of the ladies in the Six in the lobby, to be given to them as they passed. All of them got a red rose with a card that read, "From a friend--Nicolas", except for Persephone who received three roses with a card. Her card read, "A rose for each life you saved. Thank you. Nicolas."
As he finished his orders and finished his grooming, he dressed in a custom-tailored 3-piece black suit with 3/4- length jacket, an ivory silk shirt with white tie and matching hat and silver-tipped cane. He called for his car, and quietly walked downstairs to go to the funeral of a man who he did not know, but who was instrumental in creating that which he was now a part of.

 

[MorningStar]

Illustra - 100th Floor

[ Delilah lay with her eyes closed, soaking in her claw foot porcelain tub. Her wet hair was in a mass on top of her head, wisps clinging to her neck. She sighed - she felt so relaxed, so whole, after these past few days. She knew that this day would be trying, and she was putting it off as long as possible. She had to be there for Alison, though - she wasn't sure how the Seer was going to handle this day, after all that she'd been through in the past weeks.

She finally resigned herself to getting out of the bath, and dressed for the funeral. Wearing a J. Mendel dress and black jacket, she pulled her hair back in a high pony. Grabbing a small black clutch and sunglasses, she opened the door to the hall. She paused, as a thought struck her. There was someone she needed to see before the day really began.

She got into the elevator and pressed the button for Persephone's floor. Finding herself at the goddess' door, she rang the bell. ]

 

[Persephone]

:: Bells rang throughout the large penthouse alerting Persephone of a guest. Her four inch healed Jimmy Choo's tapped against the hardwood floors as she made her way from the bathroom and down the hallway to the door. Opening one of the large cherrywood doors, she was surprised to see Morningstar standing on the other side. ::

:: With a slight roll of her eyes, Persephone placed her hand along the closed cherrywood door, to the side, and leaned against it to show Delilah was no way invited into her home. :;

"Yes?"

:: It was apparent that she was pissed off at Haleigh, Blaze, Nicolas, and Delilah. The situation as a whole, really. But the goddess simply kept her amethyst eyes focused on the blonde awaiting the reason as to why she showed up here. ::

 

[MorningStar]

"Hi."

[ Delilah tried an uncomfortable smile. It was clear Persephone was in a bad mood - and she could read the woman's obvious body language indicating she wasn't about to ask her in. ]

"I just wanted to talk to you...before..."

[ She made a motion with her hand, not sure how to verbalize the day's events. ]

"How are you feeling?"

 

[Persephone]

:: Keeping her face expressionless, Persephone's eyes watched as Delilah moved her hand about, unable to find the words to describe today's 'events'. Clearly she was uncomfortable, rightfully so. ::

"I'm fine."

:: Her voice cold and even, Persephone's eyes narrowed very slightly as she met with Delilah's. Keeping her eyes locked to the woman's for a few tense moments, she finally moved away from the door allowing Delilah entry to her home. ::

"I must say, the gratitude on this team is quite amazing. Boundless, really."

:: Her voice raising in volume as she walked away from the door and toward the couch. The obvious sarcasm dripping from her tone. ::

"I'm surprised this 'Cameron King' is even getting a funeral."

:: Turning to meet Delilah with grim expression, a muffled cough managed to escape her lips, as she stood facing Morningstar. Turning her head away as the cough increased in intensity, Persephone lifted the back of her hand to her mouth until the small fit stopped. Parting her moist lips with her tongue, she looked back to Delilah with a restless expression. ::

"What do you want, Delilah? I'm sure you came here for a more important reason than to see if I was alright."

 

[MorningStar]

[ Delilah quickly moved past Persephone into the apartment. She looked at the goddess with concern as her body was wracked with a fit of coughing. ]

"Are you sure you're allright?"

[ Persephone was still clearly antagonistic to the team. But wasn't that why Delilah was here? ]

"I just wanted to say that when you first arrived on the scene I was skeptical about the benefit to allowing you on the team. But I have to say-"

[ She took a deep breath. ]

"-that you really held your own against Malice and the Dire Wraiths. I was wrong about you. You really saved us when we were in limbo. So I just wanted to say...thank you."

[ She paused in an uncomfortable silence. ]

"Well I guess that's all."

[ She moved towards the door to go. ]

 

[Pathfinder]

Illustra Inc. - Main Entrance

< Erika King stepped out of her black stretch limo and found herself at the entrance to Illustra; a place she had not visited in quite sometime. In fact the last time she had been there was to watch her mother spread the blood of a dog all over the walls, and now, she was there to help her sister bury their brother Cameron. It was rather bittersweet that a reunion of sisters had to come with the death of the one thing that kept them connected. Erika wondered if with Cameron's death she would also lose her sister again. The thought shrugged from her mind. Erika had recently completed extensive training with Ororo in Limbo and was now free to leave the grounds of the Citadel. She looked much more youthful and vibrant than she normally did and seemed to have a dark edge that she didn't before. Taking a deep breath, she headed into the building and went up to the receptionist. >

"Yes, Hello. Erika King... I am here to see.. I am here to see my sister, Alison Marble.."

< The secretary nodded and gave the look. The look she had been getting since the news was broadcast out to the world. The look of pity and disdain. Like they felt so bad for her but couldn't say it or didn't want to piss her off. She was sick of the look. How many times would she have to see that look today? Shaking it off, she headed into the private access elevator and began her ascending up the many floors of the building. >

"Goddess, give me strength to get this day, and may this be a day where nothing happens, to anyone for that matter. No fights, no death, just a day of rememberence..."

< She knew that was a long stretch but she felt that maybe her words would give it power, that maybe for just one day, all the fighting and bickering would stop and she could just take a moment to forgive or think of her brother. Becoming lost in thought, she found herself upon the 108th floor of Illustra Inc. It was time to see Alison and the girls. She was nervous but knew that her sister would try and be the strong one today. Maybe it was okay for Erika to break down after all. With her fingers trembling, she rang the doorbell and waited for a response. >

"Come on Alison... let me in..."

 

[Spellbinder]

back to the 107th floor

<< Morgan listened as as Alison spoke. she knew all too well what it was like to be plagued about nightmares of a dead sibling. the pain, the guilt and the feeling of loss of control. For ALISON, a woman who was always put together and known for her cold and brutal efficiency, this was agony. Morgan felt so bad for her dear friend as she put her hand on Alison's shoulder.>>


Malice is DEAD. She can't come back...NO one comes back from the soul sword. Alison, you'll get through it the best way YOU can. You dont have to put on a pretense for ANYONE and I'll be here to help you! you know that. So will Delilah.

<< Morgan was not really aware of the breakdown that had occurred with the rest of the team during the battle with Malice and the Dire Wraiths, but it was obvious that the dynamic had changed between them. Morgan and Alison had been wrapped in a murderous psychosis. the shock and pain from Malice's manipulations and so, they were rather "lost" to certain things at that time. From the moment she, alison and her mother had saved Persephone from death with their combined magicks, she knew something BAD had happened. She also knew that Blaze had something to do with it. Morgan was determined to shield Alison from that nonense and if she had to bit heads off, she would.>>


Don't you worry, I'll make SURE that you make it through. After the funeral, Alycia will handle the executing of Cameron's will and we just take things one step at a time.

<< she hugged Alison for a moment, she knew the seer was weary in her mind and was not quite herself.>>

I'm going upstairs to get ready. I'll meet you down here and we'll pick Delilah up on the way to the main floor. my mother is riding with us in the Escalade as well.


<< waving goodbye, Morgan teleports, via stepping disc back to her luxury penthouse on Illustra's top floor. she refreshes her body and prepares for this most unpleasant occasion.>>

<< finaly emerging from her chamber of dreams, Morgan looked sexy yet very sophisticated in a Dolce & Gabbanna black dress which accentuates her feminine model stature and her long, smooth flawless legs are suported matching black Donna Karan 4 inch high heels. her hair slicked back in a sleek and simple style. her make-up is also minimalist, giving her a icy, sophisticated presentation.

<< with one turn in front of her three way liquid crystal mirror, she grabs her black clutch and her donna karan sun glasses and kisses Tinkerbell and her little kitten goodbye before teleporting via stepping disc to get Alison. she arrived on the 106th floor and was waiting for Alison, not wanting to rush her when the doorbell rang. Morgan narrowed her eyes as she walked over to the door and opened it slightly....to see who it was. >>

<< in an icy voice>>

Yes?

 

[Persephone]

: Raising her hand, stopping Delilah from coming any closer, Persephone shook her head firmly. ::

"I said I was fine."

:: Clearing her horse throat, Persephone swept her hair away from her face, listening to Delilah speak. Pursing her lips together and raising a single brow at Morningstar's 'assumption' that she wasn't going to be an asset to the team, the goddess shook her head and looked toward the large fireplace. But as she continued on, the brunette looked back to hear the rest of what she had to say. After her thank you, Persephone stood silent until Delilah began to make her way toward the door. Although still very much pissed at half the team, the fact that Delilah made an effort to come and speak with her, showed a lot about her character. Not only as a team mate, but as a woman. ::

"Thank you."

:: Blurting out those two words Persephone absolutely hated, she sucked in a heavy breath before crossing her arms along her chest. ::

"I appriciate that you came up here. That you spoke with me considering the rest of your teammates have not."

:: Making sure to say 'your teammates', Persephone in any way, shape, or form, felt as though the six were her team. Nor did she feel as though she was apart of it. Still distant from Morningstar, Persephone's cold temper dampered for a moment. ::

"I'll see you at the service."

 

[Foxfire]

Sunken snugly in the passenger side of the luxurious BMW. Blaze's green eyes were masked behind a pair of black sunglasses. She gazed lazily out of the window to enjoy the scenery while Vivica drove. She would probably be the first to arrive, but better off so.

Vivica looked over at Blaze who seemed aloof and overly distant. "Would you like to talk about it, Blaze?" Her soothing voice calling out to the mutant. Biting down on her bottom lip, Blaze shook her head. Nicolas' red roses were tightly clutched in her lithe fingertips. "No, I just want to move on." Vivica figured it was the effect of Cameron's funeral but who was to say?

The side to the large Cathedral church was quiet. This was the same church the team had been present for during Sharon Kelly's reception. Finding a parking spot, both women got out with a black umbrella in hand. Clicking the alarm to her car, Vivica walked along side Blaze already seeing a few friends and family entering. Although Blaze didn't recognize them she figured them to be.

A few flash photographers flashing at Vivica, after all she was a famous actress. Waving her hand out to block the blinding flashes. She was becoming seriously irritated at these parasites. She wanted to pay her respects and be a support system for Blaze.

The two disappearing inside finding their seats up front. Blaze sat down folding her shaky hands in her lap. "Honey?" Vivica called but Blaze cleared her throat gently. "I'm fine its just...this church. We're always here and its never a happy occasion." She said full of gloom. Removing her dark sunglasses to place them on the wooden bench. Reaching out Viv grabbed Blaze's hand to offer a squeeze of comfort. "You know in my family we celebrate the honor and memory of someone. We look at it like a passing from one life to another a sort of rebirth if you will."

Blaze didn't dare look at the coffin, she couldn't. Crossing one leg at the knee she took a deep breath. Vivica admired the flowers, setup, and overall look of the old church. "Its done so elegant and beautiful." Blaze peeked her head up, seeing a few people mourning in front of her. Her empathy connecting and doubling her own sorrow.

Looking up at the dome of the church she stared at the stained glass. Blaze was a bit of an atheist herself so to be in a church was a bit awkward for her. Pulling back the sleeve of her suit she glanced at the time for the hundredth time.

 

[Harbinger]

Illustra-106th floor

I'ts...Erika, Morgan. You can let her in.

:: the seer's cold voice could be heard a few feet behind Morgan who had slightly opened the massive double doors to Alison's luxury appartment. Alison, who had already "saw" erika's arrival, was looking "refreshed" in appearence if NOT in soul and spirit, standing there in a sophisticated figure flattering "spaghetti strapped" donna karan black dress. her blue/black hair was slightly shorter and resting easily in a bouncy "bob" do. Alison looked very cold in her facial expression as her cobalt blue eyes seemed to be blank with no vitality::

:: Alison stood poised, closing her own black clutch and picking up her sun glasses as she looked across the room, noticing Morgan's dress and then seeing her sister for the first time since Inferno.::

Hello Erika. I'm sure you remember Morgan.

:: Alison didnt move, she stood there, looking at Erika with her cobalt blue eyes, before finally concealing them behind her donna karan sun glasses. she abruptly ended the "pleasantries".::

Morgan, can you get Dr. Victoria and Delilah? we should go.

:: clearly Alison had a problem with Erika....::

 

[Pathfinder]

< Erika was surprised to see Morgan Victoria standing at the door, but then again who else was there to console Alison on this day? Definitely not Erika, or Cameron for that matter. She put on a display of calm confidence and composure as she stepped in the door and embraced Morgan into a hug. >

"Hello, Morgan.. It's good to see you, though I am sure these aren't the best of circumstances..."

< She made her way to the living room and took a seat. >

"How is Alison holding up.. I hope she is doing better than myself. How are the girls.. are they up yet? Are they going to the funeral? Certainly Cameron would want his daughters there...though.. it may be a little too much for them to handle.. They are definitely daddy's girls..."

< Erika took a moment to think of neices Sydney and Sarah. They were emotional wrecks when they heard the news that their father was dead, and what was worse, now that they were about to turn eighteen they would have nobody responsible for them, no parents, nothing, depending on the outcome of the will later on in the morning. >

"I am just worried about them. What are we going to do with them.. Do you think Cameron named a guardian in his will? I don't know if he thought that far ahead.. I remember one tim--"

< Erika stopped herself. She couldn't go there right now. She couldn't reminisce about her brother on the day of his funeral. Especially right before giving his euology. >

"I think I will just force myself through the eulogy before going into fond memories... I think that is best..."

< She found herself wiping a spot off the glass coffee table meticulously. Everyone has their way of dealing with loss and anger and cleaning was Erikas'. >

"Oh Hello Alison..."

Edit:

< There was definitely strange tension going on between them. >

" I guess I will meet you there then? It's good.. to see you.."

< She grabbed Alison in a less than lovely hug that was awkward for them both. >