Issue #76 [Text]

[mistconduct]

Creed attacked Cassel today. Cassel's dead.

I'm putting him in Zero and I'm going to put steps in place to make sure he doesn't get the chance to get at anyone again.

Don't really have a whole hell of a lot to say aside from that, but just..be aware, I guess. He's a dangerous creep and I don't have a full handle on him yet. Obviously.

This one's my fuck-up, guys. I'm owning it. I should've planned better for this shit.

Just..bare with me while I get the hang of this.

[Private to Dillon]

I need you to help bring him back. Please.

Comments

[audio]

[americasdirtiest]

[No texting from Mickey; not for this. Not when he's chilling out with a cigarette one second and the next his communicator buzzes and his best friend is dead.]

What?

[His voice sounds funny, almost confused -- like he needs to see it again or hear it or something before it will make any sense.]

[audio]

[mistconduct]

..Mic, don't make me talk about it over the phone, okay?

[Because every time he tries to explain what happened, he feels like throwing up]

[VIDEO]

[theresalwayshope]

[When Allison flicks on the feed, her eyes are glassy and her expression is horrified. She's almost numb at this point, with all the things the Barge keeps throwing at her...

But she thinks of Cassel as a friend...and for all his craziness, Chris is one, too.]

I'm so sorry, Chris...do you need anything in the interim?

[text]

[mistconduct]

No, I think I've got everything. It's just fucked up right now. Sorry.

[tucky]

im sorry

[mistconduct]

shit happens

[thelastbullet]

[Jesus Christ. He reads the message and a cold shock goes through him at first, and then a hot flash of anger. It's hard to miss Creed, and the thought of him attacking Cassel paints enough of a picture that he feels out of control, angry and helpless.

He takes a few breaths, until he feels capable of writing again. There has to be a reason Chris put this out there in text, and he at least understands that he'll have to answer the same way.]

If you need help, I'm offering.

Is he going to be in the infirmary?

[mistconduct]

[Chris, still freaking out in certain parts, seems to at least be compartmentalizing his occasional spasms of fear and disgust. He still doesn't trust himself to talk out loud, though]

Help with what?

I think so. It's wherever he wants to be, if he's not death-tolling, he can do whatever.

[demolitions]

Goddammit, no.

[He doesn't like you Chris, but he did like Cassel and he's getting a little tired of Creed fucking up his (sort of) friends.]

[mistconduct]

sorry. i'm sorry.

Video

[fireincarnate]

[Jean doesn't answer right away. She needs time to contain herself, to pull it all in as deep as she can. (She desperately misses the Enclosure, right now.)

When she does, her gaze is solemn and her voice is strained, but she's just Jean.]

I'm so sorry.

[Creed is as much her responsibility as his, and at least she volunteered.]

text

[mistconduct]

[Chris stays pretty close to text on this one, but he's not mad. He's upset at himself, and breathes out, trying to compose his thoughts]


not your fault creed's a prick

Text

[bodilesswarrior]

God dammit.

This was not your fault, any more than it was Iris's when it happened to me.

Text

[mistconduct]

god i just.

i knew something was gonna happen. i had warning. fuck all came of it.

private

[anewlanguage]

It's not your fault, kid.

private

[mistconduct]

thanks.

but it's my responsibility even so.

fucking sucks.

[cantcatchme]

[Pietro's not an idiot. He's figured out that people come back, if they're killed here. But so far it hasn't been someone he knows, let alone tolerates. Maybe even likes, sometimes.

The news is like a punch in the gut.]

i knew i said this would happen no one listened so much for all those precautions

[He's upset. He's not even bothering to separate his sentences.]

[mistconduct]

Shut the FUCK up.

shut the fuck up don't you fucking come at me high and fucking mighty now FUCK YOU.

private, text

[imfollowinghim]

what steps?

[The "it's not your fault" and stuff will come in a bit, he's just... not right anymore.]

private, text

[mistconduct]

admiral powers and shit.

things like that.

[semifreakingnormal]

[Shit. Shit. He knows Cassel plays death-bingo, knows probably half the Barge doesn't give a shit about the death toll, but he always has, and it feels like loosing him for real. The bottom of Scott's stomach opens up, leaves him hollow, and he can only imagine what Chris is feeling.

(He doesn't have to try very hard. He knows what it's like when someone you love dies, when it's your fault, when you know you should have been better.)

He texts while walking.]

wat can i do

[mistconduct]

iris is with me. can you take my dogs with you???

I want them somewhere safe.

[text]

[punched_hitler]

We all mess up. All you can do is own it, and fix it, and that's what you're doing.

If you need to call in the cavalry in the future... you can call me. I can take him.

[At least, as far as he can tell.]

Re: [text]

[mistconduct]

i dunno man.

he's really strong and toothy.

he'd fuck up your day.

significantly later, private

[patheticvillain]

I think Mickey's gonna do something fucked up just FYI. I have my eye on him but I can't watch him every fucking second of the day.

significantly later, private

[mistconduct]

yeah i was getting that feeling too. he asked me for his file and he's all pissed at iris and jean.

i'm down with fucking hello kitty right now but i'll try to track him

[private]

[orderfromchaos]

Yeah, of course. Where is he?

[He needs the body. But that sounds really crass to say straight out at a time like this.]

[private]

[mistconduct]

in my room

uhm

partially

i don't know where the other parts are