Difference between revisions of "Template:Featured Articles/14-2016"

From XPwiki
Jump to navigation Jump to search
m (Text replacement - "</table> Category: Advertising" to "</table> Category: Advertising Category: Templates")
 
(8 intermediate revisions by the same user not shown)
Line 1: Line 1:
 
<table style="background-color:transparent">
 
<table style="background-color:transparent">
 
<tr>
 
<tr>
−
<td valign="top">[[Image:MegganSzardos3.jpg|left]]'''Moment of Awesome - [[Meggan Szardos]]:''' ''[[Great Attractors|Trapped in a nightmarish version of her own mind]], Meggan fights to protect [[David Haller|Haller]] from the [http://x-logs.livejournal.com/3872672.html psychic parasite threatening to consume him].''
+
<td valign="top">[[Image:MoA Meltdown.png|left]]'''Moment of Awesome - [[Tabitha Smith|Tabitha Smith/Meltdown]]:''' ''After witnessing a mutant hate crime, [https://xp-logs.dreamwidth.org/3735697.html Tabitha talks things over] with [[Xavin Majesdane|Xavin]], but neither has any answers.''
  
  
−
Meggan had been able to disperse portions of the molasses river earlier. Filter out the infected bits. She reasoned that perhaps she could help Haller, in a similar way and dove to kneel at his side. She moved to wrap her arms around him, to help him fend off the parasite as best as she was able to. She couldn't tell at her angle, but was it smaller now than when she’d started?
+
Tabitha rested her cheek against her knees. "I just wish they'd teach us how to be useful against that bullshit. As much as I'd like to just blow everything up, I don't think that's got long-term potential."
  
−
Somewhere through the choking emptiness Haller registered arms around him -- her embrace was like a psychic windbreak. The warmth shocked him into something approaching sensibility. He found the presence of mind to reach back and grab at the thing on his back, but he was weak, and when he pulled at it he felt the tug of barbs in his skin.
+
"I don't think I can be useful," Xavin muttered, arms crossed tightly. "I don't do anything useful."
  
−
The parasite squirmed and sucked at his fingers, but Meggan's influence prevented it from attaching. It couldn't seem to gain further purchase.
+
"Pfft, dude, do you know the pockets I could pick with your power? I'm sure it can be used for less ..." Tabitha struggled for an adjective here.  
  
−
Meggan briefly wondered if she needed to wrap her legs around Haller, too, or if arms were good enough. They had to be good enough, because she could feel him reaching back now.
+
"Oh my god, are you serious? No." Xavin took a couple of steps across the room to flop on the bed. "Quentin's a dickbag, too."
  
−
She was hesitant to even attempt to tear the thing off, for fear she would do more damage to Haller. It might cling harder to him, and become twice as painful. Or it might even split off. But what if they worked before when it purged things, even temporarily? “Quentin! Aim right here, at this one spot like before,” she shouted over to him. Her arms were busy, wrapped around Haller as they were, but she could still nod her head in the general direction she meant.
+
"If you don't like picking pockets, we can always do a long con?" Tabs suggested hopefully. "But completely agree with you about Quire. Think he about gave himself an aneurysm."
  
−
“You might want to stay very, very still, if you’re able to, Sir,” was the quiet advice Meggan whispered in Haller’s ear.
+
Xavin snorted. "I'm not robbing anyone with you, okay? Quire's a jerk but maybe he's right and we shoulda done more."
  
 +
Tabitha sniffed and looked out the window. "I thought about it. I thought I could distract them with a series of tiny bombs going off, like fireworks." She clenched her jaw. "But then I realized what would happen if I did that."
 +
 +
"Don't. Don't ever...." Xavin whispered. "You know how police act if they think you've got a gun. If they think you're a mutant and going to hurt them, they'll kill you." Xavin rubbed their eyes. "I just - why did they have to beat him up like that? It's not right."
 +
 +
Tabitha nodded, lips cold. "It's like they're not even human." She shivered. "Who's next?" The words were almost a whisper.
 +
 +
There really wasn't anything to say. Xavin reached over and rested a hand on Tabitha's shoulder.
  
 
</td>
 
</td>
 
</tr>
 
</tr>
 
</table>
 
</table>
 +
[[Category: Advertising]]
 +
[[Category: Templates]]

Latest revision as of 20:11, 1 January 2021

MoA Meltdown.png
Moment of Awesome - Tabitha Smith/Meltdown: After witnessing a mutant hate crime, Tabitha talks things over with Xavin, but neither has any answers.


Tabitha rested her cheek against her knees. "I just wish they'd teach us how to be useful against that bullshit. As much as I'd like to just blow everything up, I don't think that's got long-term potential."

"I don't think I can be useful," Xavin muttered, arms crossed tightly. "I don't do anything useful."

"Pfft, dude, do you know the pockets I could pick with your power? I'm sure it can be used for less ..." Tabitha struggled for an adjective here.

"Oh my god, are you serious? No." Xavin took a couple of steps across the room to flop on the bed. "Quentin's a dickbag, too."

"If you don't like picking pockets, we can always do a long con?" Tabs suggested hopefully. "But completely agree with you about Quire. Think he about gave himself an aneurysm."

Xavin snorted. "I'm not robbing anyone with you, okay? Quire's a jerk but maybe he's right and we shoulda done more."

Tabitha sniffed and looked out the window. "I thought about it. I thought I could distract them with a series of tiny bombs going off, like fireworks." She clenched her jaw. "But then I realized what would happen if I did that."

"Don't. Don't ever...." Xavin whispered. "You know how police act if they think you've got a gun. If they think you're a mutant and going to hurt them, they'll kill you." Xavin rubbed their eyes. "I just - why did they have to beat him up like that? It's not right."

Tabitha nodded, lips cold. "It's like they're not even human." She shivered. "Who's next?" The words were almost a whisper.

There really wasn't anything to say. Xavin reached over and rested a hand on Tabitha's shoulder.

Retrieved from "http://www.x-journal.net/Wiki/index.php?title=Template:Featured_Articles/14-2016&oldid=88184"