1493/A Sinister Plot: A Shattered Star

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A Sinister Plot: A Shattered Star
Date of Scene: 03 May 2020
Location: Sinister's Lab of Fun Happy Times
Synopsis: Roberto and Gabby have their turn on the table, with varied results.
Cast of Characters: Emma Frost, Julian Keller, Roberto da Costa, Gabby Kinney, Henry McCoy, Danielle Moonstar




Emma Frost has posed:
The lab is cleaned. SHE had come in the middle of the night, telekinetic powers on full display as bloody sheets and the putrifying remains of 17's corpse were simply scooped into the air and removed from the room. She had sat there on the stool, almost not paying attention as her mental energies were set to returning the room to usable status.

Then she came to handle the two latest of patients to receive the doctor's attentions. She wasn't pleasant about it, but she was thorough.

HOw many hours have passed since she left?

Five? Ten?

Julian Keller has posed:
Julian Keller was feverish and disassociated during the night time visit. He babbled a bit here and there, swung an arm uselessly once, but he was too weak to do much. He's rested a bit now and is at least mostly conscious, although he still feels strangely empty, the aftermath of his shock and loss leaving him feeling drained more than anything.

He sits on the edge of his thin bed, watching the new assistant making her way back and forth. The clone was somehow even more eerie than the Scott one, perhaps because Jean had such a benevolent presence. None of that here. Not an ounce.

Roberto da Costa has posed:
Roberto had been keeping to his room lately, almost too embarrassed to face the others, even if they were captured too. Not that he'd admit that, he told himself he was working on a plan, and at least part of that was true, he had been working on his collars some. Trying to find ways around the hold it had on his powers. To feel some heat again, to feel alive again. Yet despite all his efforts he'd met with little success his skin stayed its usual brown, not the darkest of dark it could be when he was in the fullness of his power.

Tired from his latest practice session, sitting cross legged on his bed, eyes closed and trying to push through the block, he opened his eyes, blinking.

He'd seen /her/ of course, they all had, and what happened to Scott. What happened to Emma and of course what happened to Julian. It all felt unreal. He didn't know how to process it so he didn't, he pushed it out of his mind and tried to practice. Sooner or later he might need to be able to do more than stand around and watch.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney had railed against the clone that threw her out of Julian's cell back into her own. At least she still had her blanket and mattress even if it all ended up on the floor around her. Clone, she called her. And a few other choice words. Of course, she had no issue with clones being one herself, and even claimed that the Jean clone was totally ruining the clone-code by working with Sinister. However that was all a long time ago now. Hours.

Now she was lightly dozing after having been up most of the night. Curled up on her mattress on the floor, bundled in a swath of tangled sheets and blankets with only her head peeking out.

Henry McCoy has posed:
Black-eyed and broken-nosed, Hank watched the knock-off Jean do Sinister's dirty work with a scowl. There were no jibes, no jests, no pleas for help. She was just another tool of a madman, without empathy or a soul. He sat on his bed, knees brought to his chest and blanket around him. He didn't believe he'd get used to the cold without his fur. Little things, even unexpected things, one takes for granted.

Tired, cold and angry, he seethed as he awaited their rescue.

Emma Frost has posed:
The woman with Jean's face returns from where ever she had gone. She's in a black bodysuit much like 17 wore, and on her, it looks a hell of a lot better. Her boots are villain chic.

Emma would likely comment on them, if she were conscious.

She stalks over to Roberto's cell forcefield. "Hello there, handsome," she purrs. "I can see you like to party. I think you should come party with me and a couple of my friends."

The door she came through opens again, and Doctor Essex glides into the room, carrying a wooden box, the contents clanking gently. He places it down. "Meredith, I need you to adjust the lights, please."

'Meredith' winks at Roberto before turning away, moving to take the box from Sinister.

Danielle Moonstar has posed:
There had been a lot of processing to do for Dani. At this point it was clear: this wasn't actually Jean just like '17' wasn't actually Scott. Which means her kidnappers weren't them either. Probably. Hopefully. It meant she had that knot of betrayal to work past.

So she's sat. She's sat and meditated, trying to get herself to a state of calm past the cold and sterile environment. Past the sounds of the others. Past the tears she's found herself suddenly shedding. It's worked... in fits and bursts. Right now, however, she's just staring into the lab, blankly, blanket wrapped around her. The emptiness is back. The pit at the bottom of the stomach that's come with the loss of her powers. When their captor enters the room, she tenses, but doesn't move.

Julian Keller has posed:
Julian Keller doesn't move, his eyes turned a bit towards the ground as he hears Roberto being called out. It seemed they were in for another round of 'torture the mutant'. Julian had been the star of the last round, although Emma suffered plenty, too. He couldn't tell whether he owed it to them to watch or should look away for his own sanity. So he just stayed, frozen for the moment, unsure of what to do.

Roberto da Costa has posed:
No lie, Roberto's may have dreamed a version of this once, with 'Jean' inviting him to party, but you know without all the torture porn implements behind her and definitely no Sinister. Another day he might have quipped something about it but right now his mind is blank. All he manages is to swallow hard, remembering what happened to Emma and Julian, before he asks, "Going to guess if I say no it's not going to matter, right?"

His eyes go from Meredith to Sinister as the doctor arrives, and closing his eyes he pushes hard against the restrictions of his collar. If there was time to make progress on that, it was now.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Talking. Talking was not something that was going to allow her to sleep any further so Gabby begins to wake, and stretch out with a little agonized groan from the cold air as her feet pop out from beneath her bundle of blanket and self. She'd curled up on herself, crouching on her legs and arms as she slept to help tuck in as much warmth as possible. And for once it was STIFF to get out of an awkward position. Kicking her legs, and arms, she works to get feeling back in them. It didn't hurt it just... didn't feel either as the blood was kept squished out unpleasantly.

"Oh it's the poster child for SPF One Million again," she quips as she realizes Sinister was back along with the new helper.

Emma Frost has posed:
The doctor and his new assistant work in silence, as Meredith sets up a collection of lamps and lighting in the room, around the single operating bed in the center. She finally finishes, nodding to Sinister.

"Excellent. The patient, please." The doctor turns to his computer, inputting a few things.

The woman that is definitely not Jean Grey moves back to Roberto's cell, dropping the force field. "I know what happened to your friend was terrible," she coos. "But I promise you, you have nothing to worry about, Roberto." She shakes her head slightly. "I won't let the mean doctor hurt you."

Roberto da Costa has posed:
The barrier holds fast and Roberto can no more reach his powers than he can teleport back home. Shit. He opens his eyes as Meredith comes to collect him, promising him to go easy if he just cooperates.

"Fuck that," he says, as he coils his legs up under him and leaps at her as soon as the forcefield is down, this isn't the smart Roberto, the strategist, this is the old Roberto the hothead, who punches first, second and third and maybe asks questions later, fear bringing out that side of him..

It goes about as well as you might expect.

Caught in mid air in a grip like steel he's flung to the waiting bed in the center of the room like a plaything and pinned down hard to the table by bonds he cannot see.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney shifts to sit cross legged on the mattress on the floor of her cell with blankets bundled around her. It was almost like a sleep over. Except for, you know, everything. For now she watches as Meredith and Sinister prepare whatever they were planning tonight. She can't see Berto's cell from where she's at so unfortunately she doesn't see the impressive leap attack and it's result. The rest though is obvious.

"Hey, Berto, remember to burn their faces off first if you get free!" She calls out. "I know you can do it!" There's a double thumbs up from her even though she looks rather worried.

Emma Frost has posed:
Meredith runs a fingertip up Roberto's bicep before she attaches the physical bonds, which she secures before she drops the telekinetic ones. "This will be fun," she grins. "I like to play rough, too, after all."

Sinister snorts, but he does nothing to stop her. "Lights, please."

The overheads cut out, and the room plunges into utter darkness. One by one, a quad of black lights pop on, bathing the room, Roberto, and his captors in eerie purplish-blue light. The white tile floor seems to glow.

"You require sunlight," Essex says curtly. "I need to see what you can manage without it. Or anything close to it." He turns his back on Roberto. "He's yours, Meredith."

She smiles brightly down at Sunspot. "Would you like to play a game, Roberto?"

Roberto da Costa has posed:
The touch that might be pleasing in some circumstances is revolting in this one, and Roberto tries to pull away. "Get lost," he growls. Still relying on anger to keep him from caving completely. "If you're going to torture me just torture me, stop trying to sugar coat it."

Hearing Gabby he nods, "I'll try!" he call out. Though he doesn't sound sure of himself or anything at this point.

Before the lights go out he catches that look Meredith gives him, it's neither good nor sane and he feels panic rising in him, struggling against his bonds even as the black lights come on. "Can't manage anything with this damn collar on and you know it!" he rages at Sinister. "And no I don't want to play a fucking game. Now just get on with it!"

Julian Keller has posed:
Julian Keller moves to his feet, a little wobbily as he stands. He's still quite pale and he's soaked through his tatty hospital gown with sweat, making it cling to his lean frame.

"Get mad," he says, "That's what worked for me. Whatever you've got that m akes you mad, whatever messed you up, use it. Get pissed, man. Get real fucking pissed."

Emma Frost has posed:
Meredith backhands Roberto, infusing the strike with a touch of telekinesis to land even harder. "Well, I want to play. And you look like the most fun toy in the room tonight, so it seems you've been volunteered."

She walks around the bed, keeping an eye on him. "Mm. I could cut you. Stab you. Electrocute you. It's lovely, you know, when you all arrived, the doctor had me look into all of your minds. See what would cause you the most pain, the most distress."

She licks her lips. "Those two? Oh sure, daddy issues for both of them, but daddy never //hurt// them. Belittled them, made them feel small, useless, broken, worthless. But had they ever really known pain? No." She laughs, a deep, throaty noise. "Spoiled little brats never knew more than an annoyed swat, and see how quickly a little physical pain broke them?"

She stops at the head of the bed, leaning over and looking down into Roberto's eyes. "You, however? A little pain might bother you, but it won't //work// on you. You expect it. Daddy is a bit too authoritarian, too 'old fashioned'. You trained to be a freedom fighter. You //expect// it." she repeats.

"But, love," she traces his face lightly. "I know what I can take from you."

She forces a memory to the surface. The first time Roberto and Stephanie shared a kiss. She plays it for him, in great detail.

And then she slowly erases it. Slowly enough he can see every second falling away like hourglass sand, even as he mentally scrabbles to hold onto it. After moments, all that's left is the hole, the absense.

Roberto da Costa has posed:
Roberto cranes his neck to look at Julian as he calls out. Mad? That he can do. "Why don't you both just fuck off and leave me alone," he growls. "You're not going to break me-" he begins as Meredith rambles on about the other's parents, and pain and torture and-

Oh shit.

Roberto feels his heart freeze when she mentions love. "What do you mean?" he demands.

Then she shows him, sending him back to that night after they'd skipped out of the lame freshman mixer thing at Gotham U. The kiss he and Stephanie shared, at first it's like he's really there, standing in his mom's place in Gotham, the city lights laid out in front of them, then grain by grain it falls away. His hands grasp for what he can, held firm they can only flex and squeeze closed.

"No." He growls, before his eyes snap open his pain mixing with rage. "You fucking give me that back right now, you bitch before I get off of this bed and make your head look like Seventeens," he growls, hands straining against what holds him to the table intent on the fake Jean's throat.

Emma Frost has posed:
"Oooh. Someone is angry." Meredith giggles. "Poor 17. He was a bit of a stick in the mud, you know. No one misses him." She leans down and places a kiss on Roberto's forehead. "I can't give it back, sweetheart. It's gone. Forever."

She straightens back up. "And you can't stop me from taking away everything that's given you joy, Roberto. Like that day at the beach when you were five. Or your first day at Xavier's."

"In fact, I think I should take that one right now." And in moments, that memory is excised from Roberto's mind.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney purses her lips as she watches this silent exchange. Much as she can at least... She had to admit the new lighting was a bit irritating on her eyes. It was hard to make out details given the way things sort of glowed, and the white floor took up so much of her vision. A hand wriggles out of her blanket pile to pinch at the bridge of her nose rubbing a little bit while trying to think of a way to cheer Roberto on. Or would that even help? She didn't know what he was losing memory-wise.

Roberto da Costa has posed:
Roberto growls and strains against his bonds even as he forgets what it was she stole from him, even if the anger still remained. He tries to close his mind too even as he struggles but its like trying to wrestle Piotr, there's just no chance, suddenly he's thirteen back at the school, looking around the school's foyer for the first time, excitement filling him as he remarked back to the teachers that brought him here that this was some 'Harry Potter shit' forgetting both his language and that he'd said it in Portugese, that was how excited it had been. He glances back in the memory and the teachers fall away, then the school and then him, leaving him with nothing.

The cry of rage and loss that follows is wordless and primal, his skin begins to shift, growing dark, his body desperate to drink in the light it was starving for.

Emma Frost has posed:
Sinister is the one who speaks now. "Excellent. He has broken the first level of resistance--" and then he suddenly frowns as Roberto's skin suddenly fades back to normal. "He seems to be out of sunlight."

Meredith nods, then pulls one of the unlit lamps down, and positions it directly over Roberto's face. She flips the switch, then lightly lays her fingers on the collar, ready to switch it up as soon as it's clear Roberto has been given enough 'juice'.

Henry McCoy has posed:
Henry's eyes narrow, focusing on the training he'd had to help resist telepathic tampering. He does his best to keep his face in a mask of anger - not wanting to show too much in his reactions.

"Fight her, Roberto." He whispers. "Break free and get us the help we need."

Roberto da Costa has posed:
The light is like a rush of energy right through Roberto's face, his skin darkens and his mouth and eyes become pits of almost molten light, he tries to drink what he can as fast as he can, it was his chance to get free.

Pulling from the light, he sends the energy to his limbs trying to strengthen them, pulling hard against his bonds...

Emma Frost has posed:
Meredith taps the collar, sending Roberto's hopes crashing down as he can feel his powers being yanked from him.

She flips the sunlight off. "Let's try this again. How about... every memory of your mother?"

And then she begins.

There is no reason to the memories she begins stripping from him, no order. He is forced to relive them, and then lose them, over and over and over again.

Danielle Moonstar has posed:
In her cell, Dani is curling up tighter under her blankets. The idea of losing memories is horrifying. Things so precious -- and so vital in so many ways -- to be just stripped away. She clutches her blanket tight around her. Her jaw clenches, but she says nothing. There are, however, tears running down her cheeks.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"Make sure you look good and long at those memories!" Gabby cat-calls out cupping one hand around her mouth needlessly. "It's not like Essex has a wife to have given you a mother figure!" It was an attempted jab at both Meredith and Essex, though she knows likely a futile one. Maybe if she can distract the telepath though long enough for Roberto to take advantage...

Roberto da Costa has posed:
The turning up of the collar is like slapping water away from a man dying of thirst. Not only does his skin change back, but the heat and light on his face does nothing more than tan his very normal skin, no absorption, no use,

He screams again, arms and legs thrashing, even as his memories are yanked one by one from his mind and turned to dust.

Emma Frost has posed:
Sinister rubs his chin as he observes. "This is even more effective than I had hoped," he notes. "Good work, Meredith."

Meredith smiles at the doctor. She ruffles Roberto's hair just a touch. "I have a very cooperative patient." She cocks her head. "Oh? Not your friends? Not... Sam? Illy? Jimmy?" She mms. "Kitty? Rahne? Tabby? Dani? Doug? You don't want to forget them? Forget that they even existed in your life, forget their friendship, forget how safe and welcome they've all made you feel?"

She laughs cruelly. "That is some beautiful desperation you offer me, sweet boy. I am afraid, however, you must sacrifice that to me."

And she tears those memories from his mind entirely-- every moment he had ever spent, for better or worse, with all of those people, enjoying every moment of crumbling them to dust.

To. Dust.

Roberto da Costa has posed:
Roberto's screams echo in the chamber as the memories, those things he holds closest all fall away to dust, leaving his life an empty void.

In that rage filled void his power blooms, his skin begins to change, first his face, then slowly the darkness begins to creep down is neck, under the robe, then spreads down his arms and legs until it consumes him utterly, and a corona begins to form as he drinks in the light again.

Focusing the rage, Roberto struggles again, this time the collar at his throat grows warm, straining to keep his powers in check.Wordlessly he screams as he rips one of the restraints clear off the bed, his hand reaching for Meredith's throat.

Emma Frost has posed:
"YES!!!" Sinister howls in ectasy. "The light! ANY LIGHT! Let it fill you, change your X-gene!" He throws his head back and roars with laughter. "It is just as I predicted!"

Meredith gasps, dodging backwards, bringing her telekinetic power to bear as she slams his arms back to the bed, even as his corona creeps out in the darkness. Hurridly, she moves to turn up his collar.

...nothing. It didn't help.

Panicked now, she cranks it again. And again.

Still, the dark light shimmers around Roberto. Finally, she turns the collar to its highest setting, and the light goes...

Out.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney hops to her feet suddenly when the obvious signs of Roberto managing to do... whatever it is... comes to light. "Go Roberto! Yeah!" She whoops out with abject hope. Maybe, just maybe, they wouldn't have to wait for a rescue after all.

It really did suck having hope crushed every time. Though... not crushed completely. Not gone. He'd survived and didn't get tortured physically. That meant that he would be able to live without worry of possibly dying like Julian or Emma. Of course there was much to be said for his mental state, but... that would have to be dealt with after all of this.

"We'll get 'em next time," she assures everyone quietly as she draws her blanket around herself again.

Emma Frost has posed:
Meredith wraps up Roberto telekinetically, unsnapping his remaining restraints and floating him towards his cell. She deposits him onto his bed, not releasing him until the force field is back up.

Once that has been settled, Sinister flips all the lights back on. The sudden brightness. It's harsh. "The next patient."

Meredith blinks. "Doctor--"

"NEXT." Sinister points to the operating bed.

Nodding, the Jeanclone steps over to Gabby's cell. She wraps the girl up in telekinetic force before she drops the force field, floating her out towards the bed. Her expression is grim-- it seems Roberto's reaction may have put her a step back.

Roberto da Costa has posed:
Roberto fights Meredith's TK until the last moment, when the collar is set to its highest level and the lights go out. His power goes with it, the light sustaining it gone, but now in the aftermath, Roberto feels some charge along his skin.

He's still fighting when the TK sends him back to his cell, holding him there until the shield is back in place. He rises then, throwing himself against the shield. "This isn't over!" he roars at Meredith. "You're going to pay for what you did to me." Though even now what that was is hazy.

Danielle Moonstar has posed:
There's also the worry of what Roberto might do if he unleashes everything in there. There's so many things that could happen in the space of that second. What if Berto unleashes? What if Meredith takes it out on all of them? Dani is tense, so very tense. She's gripping her blanket hard enough that holes begin to tear where her fingers are; shredding into the thin material. When the light winks out, she gasps.

She couldn't say with relief or not. Relief that it might be an end of Roberto's torture or that the place didn't get destroyed. Or maybe more fear at knowing the collar got turned up. She sags in place, shaking as some of the tension in her body ebbs out. But then it's time for the next and it's the youngest of them- this has her leaning forward, almost off her bed even though she knows it's hopeless.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"Oh come on," Gabby mutters with annoyance as she's caught up in that TK grasp. There's a small bit of trepidation there--Of course there was. Who knew what they were going to do to her? Actually, she could guess given what her powers were. Still. She had been as much the groups cheerleader as could be imagined in here. Now was not the time to give up. Her jaw sets and she smiles grimly in spite of the situation.

"Your hugs suck, you know. Afraid to give me a real one?" She taunts Meredith with a flash of her pearly whites. "Or still upset that Berto nearly got you? That was close. Reeeal close. Think we just lost another one of you the other day didn't we? More of you are dropping than of us at this point..."

Henry McCoy has posed:
Under the blanket, Hank's hands ball into fists as the experiments end with one, and another is chosen. More anger, more rage. Eyes are slitted as they stare daggers at Jeanclone and Sinister. Still, he watches Gabby intently, planning on giving her the sign to scream in agony.

Julian Keller has posed:
Julian Keller had been more or less emptied, staring at what was going, unable to fully process what Roberto was going through. He had no doubt it was horrible, but his own capacity for empty was a little on the low end at the moment. When the bitch starts comign for Gabby, though, he moves closer to the field, watching closely now.

And trying, in his weakened state, to reach that core within him, that reservoir of anger and power he tapped into...he probably can't, not in the state he's in, but he's got to try...

Emma Frost has posed:
After Gabby is strapped to the bed, Meredith steps back. The doctor sweeps in, looking over the young girl consideringly.

"It's really interesting to me, how you were created," he murmurs. "Like my own children, in some ways." He chuckles. "They tried to perfect you, too," and he taps lightly on her forehead.

"I can... adjust." A pair of small, metallic items no larger than a bottlecap float over to him from his desk. He attaches them, one to each of Gabby's temples. "It seems they... ruined you with nanotechnology. I will simply need to turn off those little problems, so that we can get to our work, mm?"

A jolt of electricity zarts through Gabby's skull, and then the two little caps hum quietly.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney squirms a little bit on the table but not too much. She was the smallest of them all. If she was lucky she could perhaps slip her bonds but for now she couldn't let such thoughts drift into her mind. Instead she starts to hum quietly to herself while in her mind the much more vivid and jaunty tune of Baby Shark is playing. It really was a peppy, catchy song.

Then Sinister comes over to give her his full attention earning a little smile from her in return. "Yeah, and they failed utterly. Ten times! I'm the tenth. Clone of a clone. Like the ink running out of a copy machine," she offers up with a shrug as if it really were inconsequential. At least until he mentions nanomachines, and taps her forehead.

"What?" That's what they did? To deaden her pain? That's what killed her sisters? A shiver runs through her at that little electric jolt that apparently turns her nanomachines off. Or renders them unservicable. Whatever the case she takes a deep breath that lets out very slowly in an attempt to control her response. Her eyes dart over to the cell Hank was in with just a hint of worry. But she smiles regardless.

"Wow, it's chilly in here."

Emma Frost has posed:
Sinister reaches down, simply pinching Gabby's upper arm, seeing how she responds.

Henry McCoy has posed:
Not knowing if the nerve deadening is still on, Hank gives a nod to Gabby - hopefully she can see him from her perspective.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
There's a strange noise from Gabby. It's not a scream, per say, so much as a little garbled 'yeek' that tries to slip from her mouth but instead chokes in her throat. It was just a pinch. Barely ANYTHING compared to the others. The last time she could feel pain was years ago though. Long enough ago that the only reminder of it were the scars on her face. It was amazing what one could so easily forget when deadened to it completely.

Emma Frost has posed:
"Good." And then Dr. Essex reaches down and *SNAPS* Gabby's forearm.

"Let us see if your healing factor can push past these blocks, hmm?"

Gabby Kinney has posed:
There was no pretending the scream that comes at this. The snapping of her bone causes her head to jerk back against the table with a piercing howl of pain as tears rush up to sting at her eyes in spite of all of her bravado. She hadn't known he could give her back her sense of pain. She hadn't known what *caused* it to begin with, just that it was a test of some sort, and they the guinea pigs.

She tries to kick, tries to wrench her other arm free, somehow. Her fingers even curl into a fist as she screams giving herself some pain as her claw thrusts out of her hand in an attempt to stab, slice, SOMETHING. She bodily jerks up with the limberness of a kid even trying to snap her teeth trying to seek purchase.

All to no avail.

Falling back again she pants for breath, nearly hyperventilating in the process, while trying not to sccream further.

Julian Keller has posed:
Julian Keller is almost sick at the sight of it, hunching over as he only barely manages to keep his stomach. His body convulses a bit at the effort, muscles straining as he has a good sense of precisely how real that scream had been. Maybe Gabby was an amazing actor, but he didn't think so. Not this time.

"FUCKER!" he shouts. He slams one of his bandaged stumps into the forcefield and gets a feedback shock from it, making him yelp and stumble backwards on his ass, dazed and overwhelmed with rage and fear.

Emma Frost has posed:
"Fascinating." Sinister watches her with interest. "It seems years of a lack of pain have given you a particular sensitivity to it." He considers. "Meredith, this truly is more your interest than my own."

Meredith steps forward, smiling. "Little pains work as well as big ones? Well, this is going to be... fun."

A scalpel flies across the room into Meredith's hand.

And then... it begins. The Jeanclone pinches, prods, pokes...with her fingers at first, leaving bruises and ever so minor marks. Then she begins to use the scalpel in concert, tiny, infestimal cuts and punctures along Gabby's arms, legs, hands, feet. Extremities have so many lovely nerves in them, after all.

Henry McCoy has posed:
More growls from Hank - recognizing the timbre and tone of those screams. They are not feigned, and they are not of her choice. "Every thing you do, is going to be returned ten fold."

Danielle Moonstar has posed:
In the end, Dani can't watch. She's tried, but she can't. She wanted to, for solidarity's sake. But this is Gabby. Gabby who, even as a dino, was just upbeat and cheery. Gabby who tried to be upbeat for the rest of them even in this. So she just cringes and shrinks back, closing her eyes tight as she wraps up in her blanket.

Roberto da Costa has posed:
Roberto's rage was nearly spent when he was returned to his cell, but when he sees the girl being broken and tormented, he finds more of it. "Leave the girl alone!" he rages, punching the shield leaving his knuckles bloody.

He had no idea who she was, but it didn't matter a person was a person and nobody except Meredith and Sinister deserved to suffer like that.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"You jerk! You... fraud!" Gabby blurts out trying to get her anger up again. It was of course. She was trying to dig for that well of anger she knew was inside her. It was there. It always was there. It was hard to grasp right now though. The memories of what it used to be like spring fresh and new to her. Moreso when Meredith starts her poking, proding, and little slices and stabs here and there. She bleeds. And continues to bleed though no where near as much blood is being lost as with the others.

It was a torture of a million little papercuts all over. As soon as one ended, she didn't even have time to catch her breath before another sends her screaming again. It is painful but there's rage in those screams as well while every muscle in her body aches trying to do SOMETHING against the power of the collar.

Julian Keller has posed:
Julian Keller should think sensibly about this. Strategize, save his energy. Not do a futile, stupid thing that will only get him hurt. He should be above this sort of behavior. Except he's not.

So he keeps hitting the field. Throwing himself at it. Banging it with his stumps until the pain is like lightning and makes him black straight out for moments, only to push himself groggily up, drool running down his chin and does it all over again.

"Let...her...go," he croaks, finally collapsing and unconscious on the floor after a last burst, trying to summon his TK to rip through the field, to tear apart Meredith and Sinister and carry Gabby out in his arms trailing the others behind him in his telekinetic rise.

Instead, he just concusses himself, cracking his head into the forcefield and left in a puddle of bloodied saliva on the floor of his cell.

Emma Frost has posed:
Meredith's breathing comes faster, her eyes wide and her expression rapturous as she continues the death of a thousand tiny cuts and bruises on Gabby's body. Some of those cuts a re deeper now, longer. She twists the blade just slightly, just so, to rip the skin open a little further, a little more raggedly.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
That was the thing about a healing factor. It just did it's thing. There was no prompting from the person that it belonged to--It just worked. Or it didn't. The sounds of Julian and Roberto protesting cause her to jerk her head in that direction watching them. It was so much better than watching Meredith's face. It did take away the ability to try and brace for each new cut or scrape or pinch or jab or TWIST of the scalpel though.

Her fists clench again. The working one at least. The bone claw was still out, and she digs her fingers into her palms wishing she could move her arm enough to use it properly. Even as she wishes these things though the smallest of the cuts begin to slowly, slowly start to close. Those areas where the sadist had already gone over. It's hard to see at first with the blood that had run out hiding her skin. Hard to tell either. One pain took over the next until she couldn't really tell what parts of her ached and what didn't.

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The cuts continue, back over places she already had paid painful attention to. But after a few moments, she stops the cutting, and wipes away the blood on Gabby's non broken arm.

"She's healing, Doctor." Meredith taps on Gabby's collar, turning it up.

"Again." Sinister sits on his chair, hands folded as he watches.

And so Meredith begins anew, more twisting of the blade, deeper cuts this time, slicing and stabbing-- nothing so deep as to cause death, of course, but pain. Glorious, sharp pain, in a thousand places.

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Healing? When that discovery is made Gabby can't help but let out a little hollow laugh. She hurt still but she was healing. That was something. Now if she could just squish their heads with her mind or blow them up with firebombs. The temporary break that Merediths' discovery causes at least allows her a moment to gather her wits about herself. Just a bit.

Enough to remember her own advice to others.

After one quick, deep breath... She exhales. And exhales. And keeps going until there's nothing left in her lungs she can squeeze out. Stubbornly her lips press together to resist the urge to breathe again. Rolling her head to the side she tucks it down hard against her shoulder trying to also pinch off as much of that vein there as she could. Now, if she can just keep it up long enough to pass out...

It doesn't take long. She goes slack soon after, breathing again quick and shallow as the decision NOT to reverts back to her body's automatic responses.

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As Gabby passes out, Sinister looks... disappointed. Meredith returns the girl, still covered in blood and wounds, back to her cell for the night.

After Gabby is settled into her bed, Meredith closes the force field and practically skips off, giddy.

Sinister observes for a few moments, before sweeping out the door himself to return to his true laboratory.