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<td valign="top">[[Image:Marrow.psd.png|left]]'''Moment of Awesome - [[Sarah Morlocke]]:'''  ''Following her capture in [[Genosha Arc|Genosha]], Sarah “Marrow” Morlocke’s limits were tested in a unique - and terrifying - fashion.''
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<td valign="top">[[Image:RachelKinrossDayspring.jpg|left]]'''Moment of Awesome - [[Rachel Kinross-Dayspring]]:'''  ''Looking to save [[Age of Apocalypse|her world from destruction by Apocalypse]], Rachel seeks out the only one who can send her back - [[Xorn]].''
  
  
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Sarah looked up at him, exasperated. "Because you are fucking hanging me from the side of a building!" She was beginning to get more agitated in her voice patterns and in her movements, oblivious now to the snagging and scratching noises the harness made as it rubbed against the wall. "This doesn't encourage me to believe anything you say, or to tell you a goddamn thing!"
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That was that then.
  
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The man shook his head. "The only reason you're hanging now is because you refused to answer the questions I asked. I don't want to hurt you, and not just because I doubt you care about pain. You can believe that or not, it doesn't really matter. But believe this: we need these answers. And I'll do whatever I have to do to see nothing like what you people did to us ever happens again."
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He was refusing to help.
  
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He fixed his eyes on her again. He said again, almost gently, "Sarah, who sent you here?"
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Rachel shook her head in despair and buried her face in her hands, so close to tears that it hurt to hold them in.
  
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"Does anybody really know who sent them here?" She was babbling now, words spilling out in between desperate gulps of air. "I mean, I think my purpose here is to be the main audience for Chuck Palahniuk's novels. Have you read Fight Club? They don't make me feel sane, they just make me feel like being crazy as fuck is also valid. But knowing who sent me to be Chuck's biggest fan? That's a deep question I'm not prepared to answer."
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“You are my only hope right now of saving my world. I don’t—I can’t—“ Her frustration was vented in a loud, frustrated sigh. “Tell me, what can I do to convince you to help me; to help my world. We have exhausted all avenues. I need this, Xorn. There is no other way.”
  
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The interrogator put his hand to his face and rubbed his eyes, as if the thoughtless cascade of words pained him. Thirty seconds ticked by in silence.
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~~You ask/request/beg a favour/boon/wish? Curious/Interesting/Intriguing? And what do you have to offer/barter/trade, Rachel Dayspring-MacTaggart?~~
  
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Then she dropped.  
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“Nothing,” she said, almost flatly. “Nothing but my life.” Which she would gladly give.
  
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Sarah shrieked, wishing she at least had her arms to claw herself bloody trying to climb back up. She could feel her stomach in her throat, and she got one last good look at the scenery before she slammed her eyes shut, thrashing in the harness with all the momentum she could gather without the use of her arms. Either they were going to let her loose, or she was going to pull the whole thing down and end it herself. Either way, she was fucking done with these bastards.  
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~~You are correct/right/accurate. It will cost/take/sacrifice your life to accomplish. Should I proceed?~~
  
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The interrogator's shadow fell across her as she hung. He risen to his feet so he could walk over to her, and now he was leaning over the edge. "I can't make you talk," he said with what almost sounded like regret, "but I can give you time to consider your position."
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There was a sharp inhale on her part, but the breath she released was quieter as she straightened to stare at Xorn, a glimmer of hope in her eyes. Would she, despite her fervent declarations and staunch promises, give her life for so slim a shred of survival?
  
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The shadow disappeared, and from somewhere far beyond the ledge she heard him speak to the guards.  
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“Yes.” Her voice was soft – almost a whisper. “Please.”
  
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"Leave her there. In an hour we'll try again."
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~~Easily said. As easily done/completed/fulfilled?~~
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The mountainside around her melted away, stripped to atoms and sent spiralling down a vortex behind her. She didn't have time to move or even react before the universe seemed to particalize and then stream away in all directions. She was cast off, bouncing between invisible forces, tumbling end over down in a manic freefall. Riots of colour fought immense sounds and sublime smells and intense tastes; every sense overwhelmed. She could have died of fright or laughed with joy, unable to separate out each emotion, throbbing like they had been discovered for the first time in her life. She screamed, she laughed, she wept, she raged, she shook from angry and orgasmed from passion; her mind felt untethered as her body flew, fell and floated, unable to make the distinctions any longer.
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Revision as of 13:44, 2 January 2015

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Moment of Awesome - Rachel Kinross-Dayspring: Looking to save her world from destruction by Apocalypse, Rachel seeks out the only one who can send her back - Xorn.


That was that then.

He was refusing to help.

Rachel shook her head in despair and buried her face in her hands, so close to tears that it hurt to hold them in.

“You are my only hope right now of saving my world. I don’t—I can’t—“ Her frustration was vented in a loud, frustrated sigh. “Tell me, what can I do to convince you to help me; to help my world. We have exhausted all avenues. I need this, Xorn. There is no other way.”

~~You ask/request/beg a favour/boon/wish? Curious/Interesting/Intriguing? And what do you have to offer/barter/trade, Rachel Dayspring-MacTaggart?~~

“Nothing,” she said, almost flatly. “Nothing but my life.” Which she would gladly give.

~~You are correct/right/accurate. It will cost/take/sacrifice your life to accomplish. Should I proceed?~~

There was a sharp inhale on her part, but the breath she released was quieter as she straightened to stare at Xorn, a glimmer of hope in her eyes. Would she, despite her fervent declarations and staunch promises, give her life for so slim a shred of survival?

“Yes.” Her voice was soft – almost a whisper. “Please.”

~~Easily said. As easily done/completed/fulfilled?~~

The mountainside around her melted away, stripped to atoms and sent spiralling down a vortex behind her. She didn't have time to move or even react before the universe seemed to particalize and then stream away in all directions. She was cast off, bouncing between invisible forces, tumbling end over down in a manic freefall. Riots of colour fought immense sounds and sublime smells and intense tastes; every sense overwhelmed. She could have died of fright or laughed with joy, unable to separate out each emotion, throbbing like they had been discovered for the first time in her life. She screamed, she laughed, she wept, she raged, she shook from angry and orgasmed from passion; her mind felt untethered as her body flew, fell and floated, unable to make the distinctions any longer.

Until it suddenly stopped.

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