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nextgenerationmarvel2014-09-25 05:31 am
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(Un)Welcome Guest at the Pier
It had been a few days since Arcade had managed to kidnap Mary. She returned to the Pier, to her home with the Future Foundation with an unfortunate guest in tow. Someone many people did not want about, and if they did, it was to talk poorly about her.
Alisa LeBeau was Arcade's unwilling puppet. He hacked into her neurological implants, forcing her to kidnap people and force them into a game of death. She had moments where she could take control, but it was barely enough to prevent people from getting hurt. She sacrificed her own intelligence, her own being, to stop Arcade. She would not be allowed to be used to hurt anymore innocent people. It was perhaps the only self-less act, besides saving Reiko, she had done.
After the Future Foundation scientists got a hold of the implants, they determined that it was impossible to save them. Brand new ones would have to be build and that would take time. Until then, Alisa would need to live without them... and no one could expect the state she was in once they were removed.
Her actions were childish, showing a curiosity for everything. She smiled and laughed in a genuine way, not like how she used to for show. Though confined to a single room, she did not dwell. She thrived.
There was no brooding, no pain, no bumbling when it came to socializing, and no sadness at being left alone for too long. The scientists were befuddled by her actions, until a CAT scan of her brain was taken. The bullet that had damaged her brain did not do as much damage as people thought. It was only the implants themselves that had done the real damage. Alistaire Shaw had been tricked into doing more harm than good when it came to his bodyguard, and he never knew it. A sad irony.
For now, Alisa sat in her room, her eyes glued to a TV. From what Mary heard, Alisa never watched TV, she never got a chance to, and when she did... well... Ryan could attest she would try to cover her tracks about her lack of pop culture. She appeared mesmerized by some play that was being televised, her arms about a pillow, hugging it as the show went on.
Alisa LeBeau was Arcade's unwilling puppet. He hacked into her neurological implants, forcing her to kidnap people and force them into a game of death. She had moments where she could take control, but it was barely enough to prevent people from getting hurt. She sacrificed her own intelligence, her own being, to stop Arcade. She would not be allowed to be used to hurt anymore innocent people. It was perhaps the only self-less act, besides saving Reiko, she had done.
After the Future Foundation scientists got a hold of the implants, they determined that it was impossible to save them. Brand new ones would have to be build and that would take time. Until then, Alisa would need to live without them... and no one could expect the state she was in once they were removed.
Her actions were childish, showing a curiosity for everything. She smiled and laughed in a genuine way, not like how she used to for show. Though confined to a single room, she did not dwell. She thrived.
There was no brooding, no pain, no bumbling when it came to socializing, and no sadness at being left alone for too long. The scientists were befuddled by her actions, until a CAT scan of her brain was taken. The bullet that had damaged her brain did not do as much damage as people thought. It was only the implants themselves that had done the real damage. Alistaire Shaw had been tricked into doing more harm than good when it came to his bodyguard, and he never knew it. A sad irony.
For now, Alisa sat in her room, her eyes glued to a TV. From what Mary heard, Alisa never watched TV, she never got a chance to, and when she did... well... Ryan could attest she would try to cover her tracks about her lack of pop culture. She appeared mesmerized by some play that was being televised, her arms about a pillow, hugging it as the show went on.
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Alisa moved to eat some of the strange mix that Mary gave it. It was not too weird, and had an interesting flavor to it.
"This... is good..."
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Alisa thought of Mary as a friend. She brought her food, came to check in on her, even got her some clothes to wear. So that must mean she was a friend!
Her intelligence was slightly there, but still childish. When she described West Side Story, it was the description the announcer gave earlier. If she understood what she said about West Side Story could be up for debate. But it really did not matter, she appeared content and happy.
"Mary? Can... I ask... a... question?"
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"Can... I go... outside... today?" She blinked a few times. "And... has... anyone... asked... about... me? Wait... that is... two... questions. I... am... sorry."
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"I... know... I cannot... leave... here... without... someone. Jacob... would get... upset. Then.... Ryan. Do not... want to... make... people... sad." She stated before sipping more milk.
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"Well, I'll talk to the eggheads and see if we can't have you outside for a little while after lunch."
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Alisa finished off her carton of milk, as well as her meal, before sitting back on her bed and watching the last bits of "West Side Story". She waited for Mary to come back, not even daring to go to the door to peek out of it or look for her. She remembered what Ryan said about his brother, which was amazing for someone in her condition to do.
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Granted, Mary was an egghead herself when it came to xenobiology, to a certain degree anyway. But she had a rep to protect.
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Once outside, she could smell the salt from the ocean and feel the sun on her skin. It felt wonderful! Alisa broke away from Mary to wander about, never straying too far, nor staying too close.
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A hand moved to the side of her right eye, then the left one. With the implants gone, there were some scars left behind. Oddly enough, she had the same reaction when she first got them. Instead of getting upset, of screaming, or slamming her fist into the water... Alisa just tried to fix her hair up.
"Hmmm..."
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After another moment, Alisa stood up and took Mary's hand. She started to walk back to the Pier. Despite having maybe five minutes left, she wanted to go back to her room. She did not want to stay out too long or make anyone angry.
"Back... to... room." She said with a giggle. "I... want to... be... good."
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