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brightestlight) wrote2013-02-09 07:34 pm
brightestlight) wrote2013-02-09 07:34 pm
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So, first off, Caroline's mad. That's the thing that gets her, she's mad, and she's not been this kind of mad-at-the-world in a while. She's in the gym, and she's managed to actually mess up one of the punching bags but she's moved to another so she can try and blow off steam.
Well, half blow off steam, and half get better at this, so that her age isn't so much of an overriding factor that she wasn't a better sort of pick then two humans. Let's see Cuthbert go up against Logan, or Klaus, or Mystique, and honestly she wasn't really one to blow her own horn and stack up her powers for her being capable, but it wasn't just her powers. She'd gone up against the Hulk, and was pretty well fine. She could handle herself. She'd died a bunch of times, she wasn't exactly jumping at shadows in the dark. She's trying hard, and she's here, and it's everything that everybody's shown her in this sort of weird mishmash of steps and movements that mixed between human-fast and faster than, and Logan said it was like stacking marbles.
She's sweating and glaring, and really it looks like the bag's personally offended her, but she'll figure it out later - except, of course, she hears the woosh of the door and she turns on a dime, glaring - somewhat without reason - at whomever's in the doorway.
Well, half blow off steam, and half get better at this, so that her age isn't so much of an overriding factor that she wasn't a better sort of pick then two humans. Let's see Cuthbert go up against Logan, or Klaus, or Mystique, and honestly she wasn't really one to blow her own horn and stack up her powers for her being capable, but it wasn't just her powers. She'd gone up against the Hulk, and was pretty well fine. She could handle herself. She'd died a bunch of times, she wasn't exactly jumping at shadows in the dark. She's trying hard, and she's here, and it's everything that everybody's shown her in this sort of weird mishmash of steps and movements that mixed between human-fast and faster than, and Logan said it was like stacking marbles.
She's sweating and glaring, and really it looks like the bag's personally offended her, but she'll figure it out later - except, of course, she hears the woosh of the door and she turns on a dime, glaring - somewhat without reason - at whomever's in the doorway.
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"They're not in charge," she says, shrugging. "But we had a situation, and somebody had to make some calls. They stepped up." That's really simplifying the matter from her own point of view, but she needs to tread delicately, here. "It's absolutely the kind of thing we should all be deciding. And believe me, I doubt anyone here would sing the praises of democracy louder than Captain America."
As for whether or not they made a bad decision, she's not sure. One thing she's been thinking about a lot is Logan, and who's apparently washed his hands of the whole affair, an interesting choice for a guy last seen in the lionized yellow spandex, because he wants to know why anybody's taking Jackman at his word. Having seen the bite marks herself, she can safely say that Hyde's not too different than the wolves Logan was shredding at Christmas-time, and as far as she's concerned, if a guy likes getting tied up, that is absolutely his prerogative.
Also, the guy's name is Hyde.
Maybe Logan pities the tiny berserker he sees in there, and she herself can't say she thinks Hyde is without his charms, but she knows damn well that if the guy was running free, it'd only be a matter of time before he went after someone like Zoe or Caroline. Both Hyde and Jackman would get sliced to ribbands by Wolverine, or ground to a fine paste by the Hulk, and they'd all have their very first prisoner-on-prisoner murder to grapple with.
She's no fan of the idea of the self-appointed police force, especially not one that's bound to be primarily Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D., but they all of them need to get their asses in gear with some kind of plan.
"I'm asking some questions about the decision-making process myself, believe me. Anyway-- first thing's first: you want the shift, go get it. I'm not telling you to go in there and hold 'em at fangpoint or anything." Although it'd be pretty funny. "Just... tell them what you told me."
She stands up, feeling distracted by her own train of thought. She needs to talk to Erik.