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@fiigment
❛I appreciate your work ethic, really, truly, but you need to just -- stop. You’re of no use to me if you burn out.❜ It’s almost nice. It’s always only almost nice.
🔫 -fiigment
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@fiigment
This type of situation was always awkward. He had a gun pointing at someone he was sure was responsible for a recent string of murders, but yet here he was with a gun pointed at him as well. As he was saying–– awkward. He wasn’t sure what to do. He didn’t particularly want to give them a reason to allow this suspect to get away, but he also didn’t particularly feel like getting shot today. It wasn’t in his hand though, and the instant his target shifted, looking like they were going to bolt, Dean turned away from the gun that was pointed at him and took a single step closer to the person he had hunted down. “ I said–– ”The crack of a gun went off and he felt a blazing pain in his shoulder, forcing him to drop the gun he was holding.
“ God–– ” he look over to the woman who had just shot him, clutching his bleeding shoulder.
“ And here I thought we were fucking closer than that! ”
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She wanted to run, trapped in a steel box suspended from cables thousands of feet above the ground, she knew there was no escape and yet the flight instinct burned through every nerve ending in her body. With a deep breath she fought to regain her composure, reaching past him to push the button of the floor that she needed before slipping past him with careful consideration not to let any part of their forms touch.
Of course some part of her wanted his touch, wanted him to reach out and trace her jaw like he used to so very long ago. But that part of her was greatly overshadowed by her anticipation–and even hope–for some sort of confrontation to break this tension.
There was nothing he could do to her that she wasn’t sure she could handle, he’d made sure she was well trained, even without her particularly special abilities, years as his secretary, ambassador and all around top agent had left her with more than a fleeting ability to protect herself. And–though she didn’t want to have to use it–her innate abilities as a Super were a last life line if the time came that she needed them.
Arms crossed around the pile of papers and files in her grasp, she stared at the wall with her lips pressed together into a thin line, the silence between them teeming with more than just betrayal; hurt, anger, fear…love…they all filled the void between them as she waited in silence for the arrival bell to sound at her floor. Because Buddy was more than just a former employer, though few if any knew the circumstances of their meeting or their relationship, there HAD been a relationship and while her move had been tactical, it hadn’t been without a cost.
Buddy realized he was soon surrounded by two things he hated most in the world - silence. And her. Just having her name slip from his tongue made his whole mouth feel like poison. The taste of those syllables strung together was so foreign to him, it took his brain a moment to realize that he had actually spoken them aloud. He was disgusted with himself for not taking more precaution in assuring that they would never cross paths. He should have known that she was going to be in this very elevator with him.
But, then again, it had been years since they had seen each other; and Buddy had completely erased every single thought, and every single memory of her, from his mind. He had forgotten everything about the woman who had once been his entire world. So how could he blame himself for this? He had nothing to do with it. Surely it was her fault that they would run into each other like this.
The bickering in his mind made the silence in the elevator even more haunting. His urge to constantly speak, to always be the center of attention, made him want to start shouting at her. He wanted to ask her every single question that he had shoved in the back of his mind - Were you planning an escape all along? Why did you betray me? Do you know what happened to me because of you? The pain I go through every day because of what you did? Why did you throw away our years of hard work for a family of Supers? Why did you choose them over me?
Why? Why? WHY?!
Buddy's eyes gazed at the top of the elevator door, the numbers flashing before him as they moved up the NSA building. He glanced back to the buttons, the number of the floor she had pushed quickly approaching. Soon, she would get off the elevator, leave him alone, and he would never have to see her again. He would be sure of it. He would never, ever, lay eyes on Mirage for the rest of his life...
As the elevator gave a gentle ring, indicating they had arrived at Mirage's floor, Buddy immediately found himself reaching forward, his large finger holding down the "close door" button. Immediately, he began to ask himself questions, now wondering why on earth he was doing this. Why didn't he just let her go?
It only took a moment for his brilliant mind to finally come up with a logical conclusion to his illogical actions as the elevator began to move up the floors of the building once more-
He wasn't going to let her walk away from him so easily.
Grinning, an evil gleam in his eye, Buddy turned back to her and didn't dare to break eye contact. He took one step closer to her, his frame towering over her as he finally broke the silence between them. "You'd think after all you did to me, I could at least get some kind of greeting from you. Did you lose your manners too, that day you clearly lost your mind on Nomanisan? Or are you just so thrilled to see me that you can't even speak?"
"Buddy..." His name was a whisper from her lips as emerald eyes rounded and for the first time in years; his sudden presence there stopping her cold in her tracks. The world around them continued but in the space between them time stopped. -Fiigment
He knew she had been assigned to work for the NSA. They had been working in the same building for years, never once crossing paths. Whether it was due to the Agency keeping them as far apart from each other as possible for "their own safety, as well as others", or if he subconsciously kept himself away from any floor he knew she worked on - he wasn't sure. All he knew was that he had stayed away from her to the best of his abilities, whether it be for his own sake, or hers.
Buddy had just crossed the glass encased bridge that connected the NSA from SyndroCorp, his hands full of a variety of paperwork and blueprints. His eyes were somewhat bloodshot, clear evidence of yet another sleepless night - but he dared not show his exhaustion. His steps were strong and proud, his signature smirk curling up the corner of his lips. It wasn't the first, nor the last time he would go days without sleeping. He thrived for his work, after all. Even if that meant spending days within the idiotic NSA building. All he had to do was turn in his latest ideas to the Agents, then he'd be back at the Manor where he could continue on his real work.
Upon enterying the neighboring building, Buddy was greeted with the usual fare - head nods from some, casual "Afternoon, Mr. Pine" from others. One of the young interns even approached him with a small bag of homemade cookies, a holiday gift she had made for those she "truly appreciated". He, of course, kept up with appearances - smiling at those who acknowledged him, making small talk, telling an occasional joke to anyone who listened. Just the usual, annoying routine he always had to perform.
But, of course, the life of Buddy Lionel Pine is never mundane.
It happened in the elevator, Pine making his way up to the executive office, anxious to just get the day over with. His stare was blank as the silver doors slid open, his vision glazed over as his brilliant mind thought of the different projects he had to complete within the basement of his manor. Nothing was out of the oridinary until the elevator doords closed, Buddy only then realizing a figure standing before him.
His calm demeanor all but disappeared completely as he stared into the eyes that he hadn't seen in so many years, the eyes that had plagued him for so long. The eyes that his mind had tried to hard to completely forget.
There was a small part of him, some long forgotten part, that wanted to reach out and hold her. To smell her hair, feel his warm skin against her cheek. The majority, however, wanted to reach out and grab her by the neck, look into her eyes as the life drained from them...
Luckily, for her sake, Buddy Pine had learned to keep Syndrome at bay. He looked forward again, breaking their gaze, his grin turning into a sneer as he spoke between gritted teeth.
"Mirage..."
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Green eyes surveyed him, taking in the admitted super before her before dusky rose lips curled into a not quite sad smile.
“Fault didn’t change the damage that it left in it’s wake…” She chimed vaguely, of course speaking of the controversy surrounding the supers of a decade and a half past.
“What?” Simon turned to hear with a stark expression of confusion; it was a bit startling, given how limited his emotional range was both reputed and evidenced to be. His own green eyes darted between her and some invisible figure a few times before narrowing.
“I”m sorry, miss, I think-- I think that we were talking about two different things. I was talking about the, uh, the Thrilling Three.” He seemed unable of not doing so. Simon steepled his fingers a little nervously; he was aware of that fact, too.
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Tapered fingers coming up to rest on his shoulder, her touch was cool on his skin as she did her best to hold him down. Of course she could have made him sit still, but using her powers would have not only outed her as the Super that she was, but also would have impugned the trust she’d already strove quite hard to build with him. So she offered no orders as her touch danced along his flesh, smirking at his statement as she returned to her task.
“Don’t be so dramatic, I know you have a higher pain tolerance than that…” She teased lightly, taping down a bandage once she’d dabbed the injury of excess alcohol. Only once she was finished did she sway around him, putting the first aid kit down on dresser of the hotel room before turning and leaning on it to look at him.
“So…” She chimed after a moment “Do you want to tell me what happened or do I have to coax it out of you?”
He sighed, trying to come up with an excuse that sounded feasible enough. It didn’t make sense to some people when he started explaining how he hunted down supernatural creatures. For some reason, they either that he was crazy or a murder. Odd.
“ Hunting accident, ” he settled on, before trying to linger the pause enough to insinuate that he was going to explain more. He wasn’t going to just say ‘werewolves’ but he needed something believable. “ Out with my brother and he fired a shot that scared some animals my way. Took a tumble. Down a hill. I don’t suggest trying it. ”
He thought for a second. Was there a good area close by to be hunting near here? Or did he end up traveling for a good 45 minutes before finally having to stop somewhere due to the obnoxious cuts he had. He really didn’t think this through.
"Remember me?" -Fiigment
Helga groaned, eyes opening slowly. There was a voice… and a woman with dark skin and silver hair looming over her. Strange. The woman didn’t look old.
Pain shot through her head again, and the blonde closed her eyes.
“Who… are you?”
And maybe if she could get an answer to that, the other questions slowly forming could be answered as well.
