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[apocalypsewench]

       "You've reached Lorna Dane. Leave a message." 
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call; forward-dated to after Götterdämmerung

[cry-andletloose.livejournal.com]

Lorna? Are you-- alright?

call; forward-dated to after Götterdämmerung

[apocalypsewench]

I---

Yeah, of course. Are you okay?

call;

[cry-andletloose.livejournal.com]

[voice slightly raspy, like he's just come out of a fight]

Hnng-- yeah. We ran into Sabretooth in Washington.

call;

[apocalypsewench]

[She pauses dangerously.]

Are you injured.

call;

[cry-andletloose.livejournal.com]

It's nothing serious. I got off lucky.

call;

[apocalypsewench]

Creed's one major thorn in the side; I'm glad you're okay, Alex.

call;

[cry-andletloose.livejournal.com]

Yeah, me too. Takes more than an overgrown cat to bring me down.

[pause and there's something of a smile in his voice]

Glad to know the vampires didn't get you.

call;

[apocalypsewench]

Oh, please, Alex. You know I only like being bitten in bed.

[You can hear her smirk.]

Really, though. I'm fine.

call;

[cry-andletloose.livejournal.com]

[That makes him CHOKE in surprise but then, after a pause, laugh a little. He can't help it.]

I could never forget that.

[He pauses-- longer than necessary.]

Apparently silver kills them good. Any chance of dredging some of that metal up?

call;

[apocalypsewench]

Should be easy enough. Are you still in Washington?

call;

[cry-andletloose.livejournal.com]

Yeah. You still at the old Institute?

call;

[apocalypsewench]

Yes. I doubt Remy's around, though. In case you were worried about him too.

call;

[cry-andletloose.livejournal.com]

He isn't my best friend. But uh, good to know.

call;

[apocalypsewench]

[She laughs.]

So, who helped you take down Creed?

call;

[cry-andletloose.livejournal.com]

Dazzler. She teleported us to Washington, we saw Creed mauling civilians there.

call;

[apocalypsewench]

Are there a lot of casualities?

call;

[cry-andletloose.livejournal.com]

Mostly civilians, but Warren's down for the count. Some bastard hit him hard.

call;

[apocalypsewench]

What?!

call;

[cry-andletloose.livejournal.com]

He switched to his-- horseman mode, but his opponent shot him several times and gave him a seizure. Even with his healing factor there was a lot of blood.

call;

[apocalypsewench]

Oh, god. Will he be okay?!

I know horsemen are pretty durable---besides Pestilence, but still.

call;

[cry-andletloose.livejournal.com]

He has his healing factor, so we think he'll be okay. Eventually.

[pause]

It was bad, Lorna. He lost control, non-Imports got caught in the crossfire. And I've never seen him so mad before, it was like Logan's berserker rage. He wasn't Warren, he was Death.

call;

[apocalypsewench]

You can't control yourself when you're like that, Alex. You just can't.

call;

[cry-andletloose.livejournal.com]

[After a pause, he speaks very reluctantly.]

I know. I saw what being Pestilence did to you, back home.

call;

[apocalypsewench]

I don't remember seeing you, not really.

call;

[cry-andletloose.livejournal.com]

No, you went down during the attack on the Institute. No one knew it was you until your armour came off-- no one could have guessed, not from the way you were acting as Pestilence.

You were half-dead when I came onto the scene. That's why you didn't remember.