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Feral Girl and Jennifer Delong had a private talk after their funtime with Wilde. Major wounds were exchanged more than words. Jennifer got the worst of it. Probably was only her previous friendship with Jennifer that kept her from finishing the mutant off.
Wilde, of course, never knew it happened. It was almost a week later- after the events in the next chapter, even- that he next saw Feral Girl. And another half week before he next saw Jennifer. She made an excuse to cover her and Jennifer's absence, and found out, as busy as Wilde'd been being kept, he'd not gotten a chance to even notice.
She went out of her way to be passionate towards him. She was sure Jennifer saw him as the same thing- a hero to be used and twisted until he saw the light. Or saw the darkness. The eternal, saving grace of damnation and hopessness. Then, she'd break him in order to make sure he never went crawling back to Jennifer, or never tried to hurt them. She might punish him a little, since she knew men were selfish beyond redemption, or to get a little revenge in her mother's name. Or just for fun. No.. no, that was too much like her father.
No, wait. Her father was the hero. Her mother was? Thinking about life before the Skulls made her brain hurt, though. She was abducted and drugged into submission and dependency along with Jennifer.. But whatever. It was all for the best, her and Jennifer knew that. They could hardly remember their lives before the Skulls. . The Skulls had saved them from some horrible life, whatever it was, and now it was Feral Girl's job to do the same for Wilde.
Of course, Wilde had a way of throwing things into doubt.
Feral: Hey, Wilde. Miss me?
Wilde wasn't all that hard to find. You just had to figure what mood he was in. This time, however, Feral Girl needed a little help tracking down his new location- Perez Park. Made sense, after all. It was a good place for the Skulls to bleed him into their membership. Lots of fights to try to get Wilde in on. Once they got him loyal to the Skulls, thing'd change in Perez Park, and it'd only be a while til they ran the whole thing. More on that later.
Problem was Perez is, if you're not a hero, you're not let in. Most the Skulls would be arrested if they tried to slip through the main gates. There were ways around, though. Mainly ways under. Not that the factions in the Skulls themselves really got along, but at least they were all Skulls, united in a war against the Hellions that seemed doomed to be an eternal stalemate.
This young man slouched on the floor could change that. Right now, though, he didn't look in the mood for much anything. Worse still, not only was he still clinging to his former life as a so called hero, but he seemed to be fighting the addiction to the Superadine. Superadine would be the only thing that could free him from his former life, in order to embrace the majesty of death.
Control Wide. It was a simple plan. One that was about to feel like it was falling apart. Wilde acknowledged her without looking up.
Wilde: Not sure ya should be here, Girl. Things just changed.
Feral: Changed, how?
Feral let out a soft, tiger like purr to let him know she thought she was right where she belonged. It didn't stop his next statement.
Wilde: I have a big choice to make. Things just got bad. He wants me to go for the Skulls.
Feral's claws extended to a fighting position at the sound of it.
Feral: What? Who wants you to go for the Skulls? If he's givin you trouble, I'll take him out.
Wilde finally looked up at her. The dark look in his face might have made her wish he didn't, if her emotions weren't so calloused.
Wilde: My contact. Antonio Nash. He wants me to take out a good chunk of Skulls, here in Perez.
Feral took a step back.. then she turned, and ran off, not knowing what had just happened or why she felt like she did. No destination in mind. The impossible had just happened.
The pain had finally gotten through the callouses.
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Who owns who (again!)
Mine: Feral Girl, Wilde Tanke Other players: Jennifer Delong, Cryptic's very own: Skulls, Perez Park, Hellions, Superadine, Antonio Nash