Ophrysia
"I feel I'm doing what I should've done a lifetime ago; for a little while I'm not afraid.
Maybe it's because I'm doing the right thing at last.
Maybe it's because I've done a rash thing and don't want to look the coward to you..."
Maybe it's because I'm doing the right thing at last.
Maybe it's because I've done a rash thing and don't want to look the coward to you..."
.: Olivia [ Livewire ] Santos :::...
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It took some time for her to so much as come up with a reply to what Jake had said, her mind still wrapping around the change of plans that she'd only just now been made aware of. With the chaos of the last twelve or so hours, she couldn't blame them, but it was still quite a decision to think about. “I don't know about this plan, Jake; I really don't...” she said, sincerely but with hesitation; understandably so. She had no more reason to want to trust SHIELD than they did, but she also had every reason to not want to leave them behind. “But I'm staying, if you are.” For how long, she couldn't be sure, but she had no intention of just disappearing on either of them. “That is if Hill doesn't decide to kick me to the curb.” It would hardly surprise her, considering, well, a lot of things. She was still a Hybrid; whether or not she was on their side, SHIELD could very easily view her as a liability to their cause, or even a threat. Only time would tell where she stood with them, and keeping what little bit of their trust she did have would be nothing less than an uphill battle.
Olivia couldn't help the smile on her face though, at how he talked about Cory. The rest of the situation aside, she was pretty sure that this was the happiest she'd seen the younger mutant in years, if ever. Eventually Jake voiced his intent to go and find Cory, and Olivia of course made no argument. She had more than enough to think about after what he'd told her, anyhow, and didn't mind the most likely brief alone-time to do so. “Yeah, yeah; go on, Romeo; I'll see you around” she said with a smile, jokingly and in her usual almost-sisterly manner; “and please go and eat something before you end up being one of the next ones in here; believe me, it's not as fun as it looks” she called after him as he walked out the door, fairly sure that he would ignore her concern entirely, but it was always worth a shot.
Not a few minutes after Jake stepped out, one of the medics stepped in, greeting her briefly before proceeding to check over her still-wounded shoulder. “It's not really necessary for me to stick around, is it?” she asked after a long moment of silence, doing her best to hide the strain in her voice when her arm was carefully turned to some uncomfortable angle. It only earned her an almost warning look from the medic.“I'm just saying, you have a lot of patients here; I'm pretty sure you could use the extra space, and I'm not about to keel over any time soon, so...” she continued, pretty sure that 'I hate hospitals with the passion of a thousand burning suns' wouldn't be a viable argument that would get her anywhere, while it was the honest truth; “I'll be alright, really. If it makes you feel any better, I promise to sleep the rest of it off in my own quarters.” The doctor looked about to argue, before he paused, lowering her arm again and turning away. He was listening to something over the comms, she quickly realized, but before she could ask he turned and quickly gave her the okay to leave; “and don't put any stress on that arm before it has a chance to heal” he ordered in a way that almost promised additional injury if she didn't listen. Olivia was hardly about to argue with him, and so with her argument won, she stepped out of the medical ward; exhausted, stiff, and clearly still sore as hell, but on her own two feet nonetheless. She only cared to guess that his sudden hurry to discharge her was due to more incoming civilians; there was no reason in her mind to stick around and question that, either.
The walk to the living quarters SHIELD had assigned her to was longer than she liked, but she made her way down the hall somewhat carefully, a slip of paper in her hand with the number of her room written across it. What few belongings she had with her were already left in said room, from what she'd been told the day before, saving her the trouble of having to make an additional trip to collect them. Thank god, because she wanted nothing more then than just to collapse back into bed and try to forget that the last few hours never happened.
Olivia reached her quarters after a lengthy search, and shut the door behind her, taking a few carefully measured breaths before turning her back to the door and walking across the small space. She sure as hell couldn't afford a breakdown, now. Losing what control she still had wouldn't erase Luca's death, or the fact that she'd pulled the trigger on a man she'd owed her life to, a former friend... doesn't erase the fact that he tried to kill you, too, chica... you did what you had to; leave it at that.
Immediately upon walking into the room Olivia noticed her few belongings had been left in a canvas bag on top of the bed, and she took to going through the contents of the old backpack, trying to keep herself busy with anything other than the current turmoil in her head. A series of muffled pings from inside of the bag caught her attention as she picked it up to move it to the floor, and with a second's hesitation, she reached into it, pulling a small cell phone from the single large pocket and staring at the scratched, lit screen on the front. One message, it read, on a scuffed up phone that had clearly seen better days, that only one person alive had the number to, and immediately Liv just knew that her day was only about to get worse...
Whatever she'd expected to hear on the other line, it wasn't what played back in her ear.
“Killian Jones is dead-” she heard the familiar voice on the other side seconds after she played the message back; Liv slowly sat down on her bed with a muttered curse under her breath; “as is our alliance with these creatures. Contact me as soon as this reaches you; I need to know that the fail-safe is still in your possession.” She slowly set the phone down as the message reached it's end, letting the new information sink in on top of everything else... Jones was dead. In all honesty she'd known Killian only well enough to not particularly care for the man, but the Hybrid felt a dizzying sense of dread all the same. She'd seen him, fought with him when he'd been sent to find them in East Harlem just two days ago; and while she intentionally didn't kill him, as a fellow mutant, he definitely didn't walk away unscathed, either.
He and the Creed girl never should have been there. The Chitauri never should have found where she and Jane had been hiding. A lot of things never should have happened, but there they were, and a mission that had taken almost sixteen years to hold together was unravelling in a matter of days...
Evidently it wasn't about to improve any time soon. Now Erik intended on severing The Brotherhood from their alliances, and if he had even a hint of a plan on how to go about it with the least collateral damage, he sure as hell wasn't sharing.
Too many eyes and ears here. You will hear from me when it's safe. Olivia quickly replied with a text, and flipped the phone closed with a swift snap, tucking it far into her bag and pushing the pack under the bed with her foot. This was the very last dilemma she wanted to think about right now. Taking the loss of one of his Brotherhood comrades into consideration, it would likely be some time before Erik tried to contact her back, anyway, if he did at all. He wouldn't be happy when he did. Olivia let out an exasperated sigh before letting her worn out body fall back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling as the single light over her head flickered.
It looked like she wouldn't be staying long, after all.
Olivia couldn't help the smile on her face though, at how he talked about Cory. The rest of the situation aside, she was pretty sure that this was the happiest she'd seen the younger mutant in years, if ever. Eventually Jake voiced his intent to go and find Cory, and Olivia of course made no argument. She had more than enough to think about after what he'd told her, anyhow, and didn't mind the most likely brief alone-time to do so. “Yeah, yeah; go on, Romeo; I'll see you around” she said with a smile, jokingly and in her usual almost-sisterly manner; “and please go and eat something before you end up being one of the next ones in here; believe me, it's not as fun as it looks” she called after him as he walked out the door, fairly sure that he would ignore her concern entirely, but it was always worth a shot.
Not a few minutes after Jake stepped out, one of the medics stepped in, greeting her briefly before proceeding to check over her still-wounded shoulder. “It's not really necessary for me to stick around, is it?” she asked after a long moment of silence, doing her best to hide the strain in her voice when her arm was carefully turned to some uncomfortable angle. It only earned her an almost warning look from the medic.“I'm just saying, you have a lot of patients here; I'm pretty sure you could use the extra space, and I'm not about to keel over any time soon, so...” she continued, pretty sure that 'I hate hospitals with the passion of a thousand burning suns' wouldn't be a viable argument that would get her anywhere, while it was the honest truth; “I'll be alright, really. If it makes you feel any better, I promise to sleep the rest of it off in my own quarters.” The doctor looked about to argue, before he paused, lowering her arm again and turning away. He was listening to something over the comms, she quickly realized, but before she could ask he turned and quickly gave her the okay to leave; “and don't put any stress on that arm before it has a chance to heal” he ordered in a way that almost promised additional injury if she didn't listen. Olivia was hardly about to argue with him, and so with her argument won, she stepped out of the medical ward; exhausted, stiff, and clearly still sore as hell, but on her own two feet nonetheless. She only cared to guess that his sudden hurry to discharge her was due to more incoming civilians; there was no reason in her mind to stick around and question that, either.
The walk to the living quarters SHIELD had assigned her to was longer than she liked, but she made her way down the hall somewhat carefully, a slip of paper in her hand with the number of her room written across it. What few belongings she had with her were already left in said room, from what she'd been told the day before, saving her the trouble of having to make an additional trip to collect them. Thank god, because she wanted nothing more then than just to collapse back into bed and try to forget that the last few hours never happened.
Olivia reached her quarters after a lengthy search, and shut the door behind her, taking a few carefully measured breaths before turning her back to the door and walking across the small space. She sure as hell couldn't afford a breakdown, now. Losing what control she still had wouldn't erase Luca's death, or the fact that she'd pulled the trigger on a man she'd owed her life to, a former friend... doesn't erase the fact that he tried to kill you, too, chica... you did what you had to; leave it at that.
Immediately upon walking into the room Olivia noticed her few belongings had been left in a canvas bag on top of the bed, and she took to going through the contents of the old backpack, trying to keep herself busy with anything other than the current turmoil in her head. A series of muffled pings from inside of the bag caught her attention as she picked it up to move it to the floor, and with a second's hesitation, she reached into it, pulling a small cell phone from the single large pocket and staring at the scratched, lit screen on the front. One message, it read, on a scuffed up phone that had clearly seen better days, that only one person alive had the number to, and immediately Liv just knew that her day was only about to get worse...
Whatever she'd expected to hear on the other line, it wasn't what played back in her ear.
“Killian Jones is dead-” she heard the familiar voice on the other side seconds after she played the message back; Liv slowly sat down on her bed with a muttered curse under her breath; “as is our alliance with these creatures. Contact me as soon as this reaches you; I need to know that the fail-safe is still in your possession.” She slowly set the phone down as the message reached it's end, letting the new information sink in on top of everything else... Jones was dead. In all honesty she'd known Killian only well enough to not particularly care for the man, but the Hybrid felt a dizzying sense of dread all the same. She'd seen him, fought with him when he'd been sent to find them in East Harlem just two days ago; and while she intentionally didn't kill him, as a fellow mutant, he definitely didn't walk away unscathed, either.
He and the Creed girl never should have been there. The Chitauri never should have found where she and Jane had been hiding. A lot of things never should have happened, but there they were, and a mission that had taken almost sixteen years to hold together was unravelling in a matter of days...
Evidently it wasn't about to improve any time soon. Now Erik intended on severing The Brotherhood from their alliances, and if he had even a hint of a plan on how to go about it with the least collateral damage, he sure as hell wasn't sharing.
Too many eyes and ears here. You will hear from me when it's safe. Olivia quickly replied with a text, and flipped the phone closed with a swift snap, tucking it far into her bag and pushing the pack under the bed with her foot. This was the very last dilemma she wanted to think about right now. Taking the loss of one of his Brotherhood comrades into consideration, it would likely be some time before Erik tried to contact her back, anyway, if he did at all. He wouldn't be happy when he did. Olivia let out an exasperated sigh before letting her worn out body fall back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling as the single light over her head flickered.
It looked like she wouldn't be staying long, after all.
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status: injured but recovering | mood: exhausted/conflicted | location: SHIELD Base, Personal Quarters | company: No One
status: injured but recovering | mood: exhausted/conflicted | location: SHIELD Base, Personal Quarters | company: No One
"Those who don't build, must burn. It was a pleasure to burn."
Jean stayed by Peter’s side. Holding his hand trying to calm his mind with her mutation. After what happened with Loki no one was wanting to trust her. Emma had helped put the berriors back up in her mind locking the Phoenix Force away so that it can hopefully never come out again. Okay sure it would have been nice to act more like Phoenix maybe she could have stopped the Chitari from invading. It might have helped that Peter did not jump in, though it was so sweet. He was willing to do that for her.
