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Clarice Ferguson	In the middle of an expansive, empty ocean sits a small, tropical island. The trees are blowing in the wind of a relatively mild tropical storm, while waves crash on the beach, periodically punctuated by the sounds of birds in their roosts. All would be peaceful - except for the the purple-tinged tear in reality that opens up in the sky - showing a glimps of a sunny fields of yellow flowers. It lingers for a handful of seconds, then blinks away, perhaps in response to the groan from the purple skinned individual curled up on the sand as rain splatters on and around her.     A short time later, another portal opens - this one giving a view of a busy city street - a child approaching while speaking in Spanish. It's not far from where Clarice and Creed had recently visited. A woman hurries after the child, pulling him away from the unnatural phenomona.
Victor Creed	Shortly after, three figures shimmer into existence nearby, Victor, Mystique and a random mutant with teleporting powers who got the other two here. Victor looks around and spots Blink lying on the beach nearby, pointing her out to Mystique. After two of them head over to her, he drops to one knee on the sand and touches her shoulder, "Clarice, you ok? What happened?" He's got a medical kit carried in one hand in case she's actually wounded. "Talk to me kiddo, what happened? Mystique said ya just got hit and then suddenly blinked out."
Mystique	Mystique is herself, no clothing, no boots, but around her middle is a clearly 'not part of her' bandage. It's only there because someone did it while she was using her phone to track down where Clarice had ended up. Once she knew that information it was find a teleporter, threaten him with in an inch of his life, give him the location and they were on the island. The minute they are clear, and Victor indicates Clarice, she is headed toward the young mutant with a casual, "You stay there." To the teleporter they borrowed. Since Victor arrived first, she let's him to the talking, she is looking Clarice over, head to toe.
Clarice Ferguson	Clarice is not at her most responsive at the moment - part of the cause might be the lump at the back of her head, caused when she was knocked backwards in the fight. Could that alone be causing her powers to go on the fritz, however? On the other side of that open portal - the child is pointing at Victor and Mystique, talking excitedly to his mother who continues to pull him away from the portal.     She shifts uncomfortably in the sand, but at the sound of a familiar voice, her head does turn towards Creed, showing eye filled with pain, fear, and confusion. One hand reaches towards him, while abruptly - the visible portal blinks away, which seems to ellicit a sigh of relief from Clarice.
Victor Creed	Taking Clarice's hand in his, he looks up at Mystique and says, "I think we should get her up to the medbay. You and me don't have a lot of medical training past basic first aid, and she could be hurt." Slipping his arms under her, he picks Clarice up and holds her against his chest, already heading back to the teleporter. "Let's get you somewhere safe and make sure you're ok, middle of a storm isn't the best place for recovering."
Mystique	Mystique gives no fucks about herself right now, in fact she hadn't been thinking about it. Seeing that Clarice was alive and not bleeding, that was enough to relieve at least a small part of the stress and concern. Looking up at the sky for a moment, she looks back to Victor, "Yeah, neither of us could do a damn thing for her. Back to the Asteroid," she looks to the teleport and signals to him. The guy leaps forward as if Mystique just threatened him again. "Something happened, this isn't just the head wound."
Clarice Ferguson	Clarice relaxes into Victor's arms - her relief at his presence palpable as one hand tightens around the bloody remains of his shirt. Her confusion remains, however, despite her efforts to clear her mind, and communicate with the mutants - her friends, her family - who'd come to help her. When she does finally manage a few words, her speach sounds strangely slurred. "Can' c'nnn-trol it," she forces out quietly.
Victor Creed	Victor nods, "Don't worry about it, just relax and let us take care of you. No need for any portals at all, just relax. We'll have you safe in no time." He steps over to the teleporter and wait for Mystique to get in range as well before telling the young man, "Ok, take us up." Seconds later they are in the landing bay of Asteroid M, the section designated for incoming teleports. He doesn't pause, just starts heading straight for the medical bay, not even waiting for Mystique.
Mystique	The young man who was shanghaied into being their teleporter gets ready, even as Mystique steps over to join Victor. Her anger was starting to rise again, at herself, at Hydra, as those innocent mutants, at everything but she kept it in check, locked inside. The minute they hit the landing bay she is moving with Victor, perhaps not as fast as him, but she is right behind him at least. "Medical emergency, telepath required as well," she announced into the comm unit, alerting the med-bay of the incoming wounded and what might be needed. In her mind, Clarice was first, everything else could wait, including herself.
Clarice Ferguson	"'kay," is the only response from Clarice - as she allows herself to be hurried off, her hand still gripping tightly to Victor. If anyone can set things right - if anyone can fix what's wrong - it's Mystique and Victor. Right? Whose hands could be safer. She allows her eyes to close for the moment, showing an occassional wince if some movement jars her too heavily.
Victor Creed	Hurrying through the halls, Victor doesn't slow down for anyone. Mutants tend to get out of his way to begin with, and when he's bearing down on them with an angry look on his face, Clarice held against his chest and Mystique hurrying to keep up, they just about leap out of his path, letting him make good time to the medical section. Once there, he lowers her gently onto the nearest exam table and steps back just enough to let the waiting mutant doctor start to look the girl over. Another mutant hurries in a moment later, moving over to Mystique and saying "I'm a telepath, what do you need?"
Mystique	If they didn't move, they would get run over and Mystique would normally have laughed at the thought of that. When Victor moved, you got out of the way. Blinded by concern, her own pain remained at the back her mind, this little nag of 'you're forgetting something Raven' that she's ignoring. "Clear the halls, clear the med-bay of all those can be moved," she states on the way. "Blink can't control her portals, I don't want anyone else effected." She didn't say anything about the risk to the asteroid itself, most would get it from that much Once in the med-bay itself, she scans to make sure the orders were followed. "She took a blow to the head," she states to the telepath. "But this is more than that, she can't control her powers. Portals opening at random."
Clarice Ferguson	Clarice is set down on the bed - and as Victor steps away from her, she lets out a quiet, "No..." Her hand clings to his shirt until gently wrested free - at which point one hand flops out in his direction, her head turned towards him. At least he stayed near - that was some reassurance to the injured and befuddled woman, whose body seems to tense as another tear in reality opens unbidden. This is a street level view - emerging in an alley. But looking down the alley - just enough of the Capital Building can be glimpsed to show where this is. For no discernable reason, they were looking out onto Washington DC.
Victor Creed	"Crap, that ain't good." is muttered as Victor moves to put himself right in front of the portal. Can't have random people suddenly wandering into the medbay of Asteroid M. If anyone tries to, Victor can push them right back out. "Clarice, just try to not use your powers kid, don't worry about control, just try and shut down. We'll take care of you, but you can't be doing this."
Mystique	Staying close to the bed so that Clarice can see her, but out of the way so the medical staff can check the younger mutant over, the telepath steps in close as well to have a 'look'. Closing his eyes, he lays his hand on either side of Clarice's head. At first he doesn't touch her but after a moment, and troubled expression, he actually has to put his hands physically on her. "She's..." he mutters, shaking his head, clearly struggling with something. "This is bad. Whoever did this may be the only way to undo this. She's here but not here, she's there but not there. She..." he suddenly shudders with her, as if he is experiencing what she experiences for just a moment. "You gotta knock her out!"
Clarice Ferguson	Even in an alley - a purple-tinged tear in reality starts to draw attention, as people walking down the sidewalk stop and gawk.     None of them seem foolish enough to approach it - or Creed - but a few have pulled out cellphones to film the phenomena, while others seem to be dailing emergency services.     Clarice, meanwhile, is gritting her teeth, her body going stiff as she tries to fight what's happening to her brain and to her powers, a few tears of frustration streaking down her cheeks. Though she has no control of it - after several seconds open the portal seals itself.
Victor Creed	Victor turns back to the table Clarice is on, then looks at the doctor, "Put a dampener on her. That way we don't need to worry about the portals but she can still answer questions." The doctor nods and goes over to a locked cabinet, pulling keys out and unlocking it before removing a collar. He moves over to Clarice and places it around her neck, activating it once it's on to suppress her abilities. "There, that should do it." Victor leans in and asks Clarice, "Ok, how ya feel now that you don't have to fight the portals opening, any better?"
Mystique	The telepath staggers back, Mystique actually stepping to catch him before he can fall. She hated those collars, more than she would express, but they were on hand for just this kind of emergency and for further study. "Easy Mitch," she offers, sitting the telepath down. "Thank you for your help." She takes a quick look over to Clarice, but her eyes goes back to Mitch for the moment. When he nods and waves her off with a, "I'm alright, just really chaotic in there." her full attention goes to Clarice.
Clarice Ferguson	With the portal closed, Clarice began to relax. That is, of course, until the collar came into view. In her right mind, she'd understand the necessity. This is not, however, 'her right mind.' "No," she protests. "No no no..." She's not in any state to resist, though, and once it's on her one hand goes to the collar - the other goes to Creed as he comes closer to her, gripping desperately at his shirt. For the moment, she just looks like a damned fightened kid.
Victor Creed	Victor growls a little at the need for the dampener, but it's too dangerous to let the portals happen at random. He does, however, pull a stool over and sit down next to the table, taking one of Clarice's hands in his and saying, "It's ok kiddo, I'm here. We just gotta make sure you don't open any more uncontrolled portals. Once you're better the collar will come off, you know we hate using the damn things." He looks to Mystique, then at the doctor and simply says, "Help her."
Mystique	The doctor, a mutant herself, is already ordering a series of tests, "I don't know what's wrong, or what caused this, but I'll do everything I can. I'm going to need a CAT scan and an MRI...." and she's back to listing the test to the technician. Mystique, in her infinite wisdom, does not punch the wall like she wants to, instead she steps over to Clarice and lays her hand on the woman's shoulder. "Listen, I know this is rough, you know we hate those fucking things, but it's only for a short time, I promise. We'll find out what the fuck is going on and get it fixed." She looks over at Mitch, "You know what the guy that did this looks like, he's in Genosha, find Daniel and teleport down there, get him up here whether he wants to come or not." She looks back to Clarice, then to Victor, "I shot him, he's going to need to recover, but he's the only answer we have, if he can even be moved yet."
Clarice Ferguson	Clarice's hand still grips at the collar around her neck - but her gaze flicks from Creed and Mystique, and back again. Her thoughts are still addled and confused - but she's following enough to know that two of the people she trusts most in this world... both think this is the only choice. "I can't... stop them," she manages quietly. "I'm sorry." She tries to pull Creeds hand in - until it rests against her cheek, her hand still cupped in his.     "You'll stay?" she asks - it's a little unclear if that was for Victor - or both of them.
Victor Creed	Fingers that are usually tipped with claws that are busy ripping someone's guts out stroke Blink's cheek gently. "I'm going nowhere, don't you worry. Long as you gotta be here, I'll be here too. We're gonna make sure you're taken care of. I bet we'll get this all straightened out real quick, you'll see." He looks to Mitch, "Get that fucker up here, I don't care what shape he's in. Long as he isn't actively bleeding out, he can recover here while he tells us what he did to Clarice."
Mystique	Mitch saw what the buy looked like from Clarice's mind, it was a chaotic passing of images, but for the most part he could piece it together. With that information, and knowing it was one of the Mutants just taken to Genosha, he would be able to find him... getting him away from the medical staff there was another matter, but he nods once, picks himself up and heads out the door. Mystique remains standing there with her hand on Clarice's shoulder, "We'll get answers Clarice." She waves the woman off trying to get to her, because she's not going anywhere either. Once Clarice is taken for the scans, then she'll worry about the wound she has, for now she was standing right there. "Just try to relax, take nice deep breaths. Victor and I are staying right there."
Clarice Ferguson	Whether it's the hand on her shoulder, or the gentle touch to her cheek, Clarice relaxes a little at a time. Her left hand even lets go of the hated collar, so it can rest on Mystique's hand on her shoulder, instead. She takes a few deep breathes, and lets her eyes close before she adds, "My hea' hur's. I's har' ta thin'." And a little hard to talk, it seems, as her words continue to come out a little slurred.