Post by Maurelle Lacroix on Jan 6, 2014 22:37:59 GMT -5
I woke up in a dream today
To the cold and the static
To the cold and the static
Maurelle was worried, worried that she had said the wrong thing at exactly the wrong time and set forth things in motion that could be costly. Was it her fault for speaking the truth, or at least her perspective of it, if that resulted in something more disastrous? Causality was such a trying thing, especially for a precog, doubly so when their powers had been on the fritz for months now. Who was to blamed when words were spun into actions and those actions set for a course of doom? Was it the person who spoke those words or those who acted upon them?
Perhaps she had been harsh in her assessment, harsh in her tone and the way she had presented the situation. It had been more or less contained, these resulting riots, not without cost though. There she had not been wrong at all, the costs had been high and were still being counted even as she had decided to make this trip. Why he would send her a picture message was beyond her, but it had lead her to decide that sitting alone in her glass house would simply not do.
Christian was here, somewhere in the vastness that was the District of Columbia, doing something to prevent an attack. Where that was or just what he was doing, Maurelle had no clue and that would make things far more complicated and difficult for her. Would he even accept her help if she found him before the attack happened, was he still thinking that she did not care about his well being? Half the time a fool, half the time a genius, and now she hoped he was not becoming a martyr in between. The world needed Christian Moynahan, even if the role he played was still up in the air.
The city itself seemed scarce, which would prove both a boon and a hindrance. She had decided to forego bringing any of her strike teams, they were still needed in Texas for whenever a new wrinkle presented itself. Even if the major cities were pacified and under control, it would take far more time for fresh wounds to heal and tensions to calm down. Someone, somewhere would still be angry about having information withheld and want to do something to demonstrate their frustration, their power. And so the teams were on standby and she alone was on the search for Christian.
Perhaps it was better that way, she could move swiftly alone and sweep through the desolate city quickly and quietly. With no citizens anywhere in sight, signs of life likely meant either Christian or whoever it was he was here to try and prevent from doing whatever it was they were meant to do. One foot in front of the other, her eyes scanning front and side to side, as the mafaisa for once followed her heart instead of her mind.
"If I was an overconfident, cocky CEO, where would I go to stop some sort of attack? Better yet, where would I be if I was some lunatic that decided to attack an empty city?"