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So
Dramatis Personae Ash, Ion	2015-10-17 "{When he knows... I'm coming with you.}" (Set right after blowing shit up.)
Location <NYC> BoM Safehouse - Lower East Side
Tucked away off a little-used side street in the Lower East Side, sandwiched between a youth drop-in center and a taqueria, this narrow three-story townhouse has very little to catch the eye. Boarded-up windows, a door peeling its paint, shabby grubby brickface; from the outside it does not look like much. Inside someone has gone to great lengths to renovate the building into something more habitable. It isn't glamorous but it is comfortable, old furniture dragged in, the place generally swept clean. The first floor holds a large living room, a smaller dining room, a spacious kitchen, a half-bathroom. There are three bedrooms and a full bathroom on the second floor; the attic is just a large empty space crammed full of boxes with a window out to the large flat roof. The basement, much like the attic, consists of a lot of empty space. A bare concrete floor, no windows, occasional poles running up to the ceiling. A tiny half-bathroom down here, too. Not a whole lot else. The sun has set by the time that Ash and Ion arrive at the Brotherhood of Mutants safe house, much of that time between when the bomb went off in Harlem and now is spent going the long way - to disguise their approach. The trip is spent in silence between the pair, the roar of the chopper's engines filling the absence of conversation. The rockbiter keeps his silence the entire time they pull up to the safe house and stash the motorcycle where it won't draw attention. He's quiet as they enter the building. Once inside, he pauses, rubbing his arms through his jacket to beat out any lingering cold from the ride, his attention drifting from the large room they are in back to his companion. He studies him for a long moment, hesitant to speak before uttering a single word. "So." Ion just shakes his head, dragging off the cap he's been wearing -- unfolded, off his head it turns out to be a balaclava -- and shoving it in the pocket of his jacket. He tromps his way into the kitchen a little more stompily than necessary, grabbing a glass from the cabinet and pouring himself some water. "{So -- what?}" "{So, your juice is gone. You're blowing stuff up willy-nilly. Okay, I don't know that that is odd, but no smile? No dry laugh. No spark? No you.}" Ash's brow is furrowed deeply as he follows Ion, jaw set. "{Did you go on a raid without me? Did you get darted? Did someone die?}" He inhales sharply and stops, choosing to give him space. "{Your kid okay?}" "I ain't blow no fucking willies." Ion grumbles, gulping at his water. "{I got plenty of fucking /spark/ I just gotta carry it here --}" He pats at the backpack he's been carrying, "{not grab it out the air no more. Sleepy all the damn time where do you people /get/ energy?}" He sounds genuinely baffled about this, looking a little wide-eyed at Ash. His head shakes /fiercely/. "{/Dead/ not no fucking dead. Kay, he gone though. I make them regret ever touching my boy, huh?}" "{Whaddya mean, not grabbing it...}" Ash listens intently as he can, brow still deeply furrowed at Ion's words. He opens his mouth several times to speak, but clams up when Ion starts answering another question. Finally, there is silence and a distant look in Ash's eyes. "{Where's Kay gone?}" It's one simple question, but it seems to hold more gravity to him than any of the previous ones. Ion's hand reaches out miming grabbing something invisble from the air. "{/Grabbing/ it. Zzzp. Drink it in. Fucking bot poked me and bam.}" A shudder ripples through him. "{So fucking /tired/, yeah? Are you always tired? I forgot how it's like. I smile plenty-ass-big when shit's popping the fuck /off/, though, don't you worry.}" He rests his hand back in the counter, exhaling heavily. "{I mean gone-fucking-gone. Goddamn feds nabbed him.}" "Okay." Ash nods slowly, looking at Ion once more, head to toe then nodding. "Okay. Okay, okay, okay." He nods emphatically, his mannerisms starting to get antsy and agitated. "{So... we go get him. We bust down every place and tear holes in walls and get him. Feds have to be better than the fucking Prometheus raids, yeah? Less security. Less everybody going to die if they notice us. We bust in and get him back. I mean, I can do it. You might not be better for like... three or four weeks. That's how it goes. You get poked more than once?}" "{Less security, I don't know. They had fucking -- /military/-ass motherfuckers -- goddamn /mutants/ working for them. Fucking /traitors/,}" Ion spits with a disgusted shake of his head. "{What kind of self-hating fuckwad wants to cash that check? Some people got no self respect. But they rolled up on us with soldiers, with murderbots -- and all over the news they swear up and down they ain't arming those things for fighting only for healing but you better believe they was tricked out for /battle/. I wouldn't count on no easy in-out job.}" He drains the rest of his water, admitting more quietly: "{Don't even know where they got him, not yet. Dusk, he's looking.}" "{Wait. What the fuck. They have... like the person shaped murder bots or those stupid round ones that are tiny and nasty bastards?}" Ash scowls as he starts pacing. "{Because we were supposed to have taken care of that shit. That was supposed to be over before it began. Sentinels.}" He grumbles the last word, a minor tremor rippling through the earth beneath them - a tremor that barely rivals a subway passing below. His gaze snaps back to Ion. "{When he knows... I'm coming with you.}" Ion's eyes widen, a hint of animation back in his motions as his hands sketch the outline of a large humanoid shape in the air in front of him. "Bigass! {Big fucking people bot, bro. Who the fuck knows what future we built ourself, man. Just one of many, yeah? We work with what we /got/.}" He closes his eyes at that tremor, leaning back against the counter. He doesn't give any answer to Ash's proclamation. Just a swift smile, bright and fierce.