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| Scene Title | Taking Back Isis |
|---|---|
| Synopsis | Isis tracks down Candy to her apartment, bringing along Trask in an attempt to be her body back. It doesn't go as smoothly as she'd hoped. |
| Date | June 14,2009 |
Candy's Apartment
Candy is inside of the apartment of which she had given Isis' her address, figuring that the Irish woman would do what she asked. She is on her computer as she surfs various forums, keeping an ear out for any knocking on the door.
Isis leads the way through the apartment, keeping her paces slow to welcome the comfort that is Trask's larger, protective form at close at her back. She sighs as she arrives at the door marked with the numbers corresponding with that on her little note, casts one quick glance to her partner, and raps her knuckles roughly on the door.
Trask steps to the side, not allowing Candy to see him through the peephole, he waits quietly, smiling supportively at Isis.
Candy calls out to the hallway in Isis' voice, "One moment!" She heads to her closet and begins to process of covering as much of her exposed skin as she can. Turning to the door, she opens it to see Isis, and she says, "Hello, Dear… now where is that other man?" Yes, she was expecting Ash.
Isis, in Candy's smaller and bustier body, begins to figet with the lower hem of her shirt before her gaze flickers up to the abrupt opening of the door. Her eyes grow wide as she catches the layers of fabric adorning her rightful body. She barely manages to contain her spit-fire attitude, biting her tongue until the pain quells the urge to pounce the body theif. After a moment she plasters on a smile. "He couldn't make it, but I was hoping we could… chat and work something out…"
Trask puts a foot in the door way, to make sure it doesn't slam in thier faces as he clears his throat, stepping into view, "And I am here to act as a negotiator. I think we have met once before, almost.'
Candy looks at Trask, "You're the one who stopped me from using my power…" She then looks back at Isis, "There is no working this out, unless you are willing to see me again. In the end, that is about all that I want." She crosses her arms under Isis' smaller bum.
Isis uses the wall of Trask's body to make a quick adjustment. Her hand tugs something dark and heavy from her beltline. Hidden behind the larger man, she tucks the old 9MM into the back of his pants and leans around him, shooting him a quick glance to keep him hushed on the hurried exchange before turning her attention to the pouty, ex-lover in the doorway. She steps around Trask then, pushing forward obstrusively, forcing Candy to step back and allow her and her partner inside or risk coming within reach that would be used to correct the body swap. "You think stealing my body is a way to get back into my good graces?" There's something dominant in Isis's tone, accusatory, predatory.
Trask says, "Let's get out of the hall, and talk this out…" He smiles, "Apparently there are a lot of pent up feelings here…" He waves at Candy to step aside and let them in, looking hopeful."
Candy does take that obliging step back as she looks at Isis. "Wasn't stealing, it was borrowing. There is a difference," she says to Isis as she stands there, before something of a smirk comes across her face, "Besides… I know you did enjoy my body while you had it."
"In more ways than one, little girl," Isis mumbles in reply. She glances back over her shoulder, only now wondering over the limits and range of Trask's ability. God, they should have planned better. She grunts and turns her attention back to her rightful body. "Candy, I'm not leaving here without my body. You've made your bed with the anit-evolved propoganda, and I'm not sharing it with you…"
Trask smiles and closes the door once both are inside. "Look you two ladies take a seat, I will maybe get some drinks and we can talk about all of this?" He looks between the two of them, gauging the tension, "This doesn't have to be a war."
Candy looks at Isis as she says, "I have not. I've made my bed with trying to get inside them, to be a mole for those who would be able to do something for them." She looks between Trask and Isis as she sits there, and she keeps her arms crossed while she looks at Isis. She nods her head a little to Trask, "Drink is in the fridge."
Isis lofts a brow as her attention is pulled away by Trask's smooth voice. She watches him with a perplexed expression, as if the idea of being so calm and collected puzzled her grately. She grunts when she finds Candy being amiable towards her companion's idea, and flops down into a chair as instructed. She leans over the table, rapping her knuckles impatiently upon the surface. "I wish I could believe that Candy. And, part of me does. But, you know Ash won't see it that way." She grumbles and taps the middle of her forehead, as if it might inspire some creative solution to this predicament.
Trask pours three glasses of brown fizzy stuff from the fridge, finding some ice he brings them over to the ladies. Sitting down between them he looks back and forth. "So the problem is this Ash guy? Isis….is that the only reason your avoiding her? Is because you like Ash? Or is it because shes a crazy psycho stalker who acts out by stealing your body and holding it ransom till you admit you love her? And Candy…..why are you doing that? Is that how you typically make friends?
Candy eyes Trask for a moment as she stands away from Isis. "Why am I doing this? Because I thought we had something /special/, maybe." She looks at Isis for a long moment and then she says, "And because its bullshit that I have to suffer from something that isn't even true."
Isis frowns even as she reaches out, manners overruling and forcing her to accept the fizzy drink even as she watches Trask with unfaltering frustration and confusion. She sits up errect at the mention of the man in question. "Leave Ash out of this, Norton. Whatever involvement he has or doesn't have in my decision did not make what she did any more right." Isis turns her gaze back to her redheaded body. "Special? Candy…" Isis rises from her seat, stretching out her hands in a little gesture of peace and plea. "I wouldn't recognize special if it cracked my over the head. I don't believe in that horseshit society feeds you. Love? Caring? That's all bullshit denial of the human instinct. Where animals, even us Evolved."
Trask says, "Candy….maybe instead of trying to blackmail her…you should just tell her how you really feel, and find out if there is something there or not. If not…then….well we don't always get what we want…but do you really want someone to be with you, because you made them?" He looks at Isis, "Do you really think that? That there is nothing more then animal attraction and need?"
Candy looks at Isis as she stands there and she says, "I don't mean love… or caring, Isis. I thought that a bond was made when we accidently shifted bodies in that diner. If would have known you would turn out to be such a bitch, I wouldn't have bothered flirting back."
Isis glances back over her shoulder, narrowing her gaze at her 'partner'. "Who's side are you on - Is this really the time for an interview? Yes - I believe 'love' and 'caring' are unnatural products of society meant to keep people in order and try and conflict the mind against its natural instincts. Alright?" She grunts. Her temper was a fickle thing, and not something she had intended to turn about her friend in this mess. She sighs and slumps her shoulders. "Sorry," she offers to Norton before looking back at Candy. "Bitch?! Listen here you little two bit hoe - You haven't seen bitch yet. Give me back my body!"
Trask stands up and puts a hand on Isis's shoulder, well Candy's body's shoulder. "Close your eyes, count to 10, and the tell me what you really think about Candy, what you thought about her, at least before the whole holding you hostage thing."
Candy slams her.. well, Isis' hand on the table as she says, "You're the one who decided to not have anything to do with me… /after/ you knew that I wasn't a Humanis First person."
Isis looks up at her partner, lofting a brow again. "How do you keep so calm?" His collective state seems to only iritate her further, but she does as instructed, closing her eyes on this exotic countenance and silently counting through the digits to herself. After a short moment she sighs. "She's a sex-driven, little woman who needs to be taught a lesson. She's fickle and dangerous." Isis gives a start at the loud smack, truning her gaze on the body theif. She was quickly running out of options.
Trask nods slowly, and smiles, turning to Candy, "Now tell me what you thought of her, before you took her body, why you really did it…."
Candy looks at the other woman, before she says, "She's a sex-driven slightly-taller than I woman who I might be able to have some recurring fun with." Thats her answer, as she looks at Isis, and mutters something in chinese.
Isis huffs as she listens to the explanation. She really has nothing more to say on the matter, leaning her weight gently into the supportive hand Trask still rests on her shoulder, looking up to the 'negotiator' expectantly.
Trask squeezes Isis's shoulder. "Candy what would it take for us to walk out of here, everyojne in thier own bodies?"
Candy looks at her own body as she sees, "Quite simple really. Isis has to agree that she won't be avoiding me because of why she was avoiding me in the first place."
Isis looks back and forth between the pair, quickly learning the ropes of handing the reigns of this opperation over to Trask. She lofts a brow at him, keeping her lips sealed shut until addressed.
Trask says, "Isis can you agree not to avoid her because she is a stinking mutant hating terrorist and avoid her for totally different reasons…if you do decide to avoid her?""
Candy looks at Trask as she stand there, and says, "Damnit! I am not a mutant hater! How many fucking times to I have to tell people this? Do I need to stick my head out further, to the point where I get caught and then killed by Humanis First, is that it?"
Isis lofts a brow, staring blankly at her partner for a short moment before her attention is tugged back to Candy's outburst. She takes a deep breath, steadying the last of her frayed nerves. "Fine. It a deal, Candy…" She extends her hand forward, tipping her head as if watching the woman from a curious angle might help unwravel some of the mystery about the little body theif.
Trask steps forward and offers Candy his hand. "Look I don't think anyone wants you to die. And if you are doing what you say you are…and honestly, if your not then your more insane then even Isis gives you credit for, then you are walking a fine line that is very very dangerous. One that takes a lot of courage.
Candy looks at Trask as she narrows her eyes before she looks back to Isis. "You're leaving as soon as I switch back with you, aren't you," she asks, her eyes looking at the irish woman in her body.
Trask keeps his eyes on Candy, he stands strong, where he can support Isis, and waits to see what Candy say to the olive branch Isis just offered.
Candy takes a step back from Isis as she looks between the two. "I am not in a dangerous position, they are not monitoring. I'll I have to do is stay at my computer and watch the forums," she states while she stares at Isis.
Isis suddenly stomps a foot, turning on Trask and throwing her hands up in the air with an expression that plainly relays her frayed patience. She turns away and begins to pace in the background behind Trask, curling one set of slender, calloused fingers into the opposite palm to crack her knuckles roughly, one after the other.
Trask says, "Even if it's not a threat from Humanis First, you still have the Federali's after you, for escaping Moab. I am sure they want to know exactly what happened there, so any witness, especially an escaped Federal prisoner is high on thier collection efforts. The Temporal issue is still a huge question. Add that to your face being associated at Humanis First rallys and you have the people who are pro evolved after you. Add that if you are found out to be working both sides Humanis won't be too happy with you either. It seems so easy typing in your room…but there are a lot of people looking for your head."
Candy looks at Trask curiously, "How do you know where I've been, I don't exactly recall telling you." She glares at him as she stands there, waiting on the answer to her question, disregarding the cracking of Isis' knuckles.
The body to which Candy was born halts abruptly in the background, peeking her head up over Trask's shoulder as the man begins to list the dangers of Candy's double life. She gives a little shift as her partner mentions Candy's past, but ultimately sinks away. "You say you thought we had something special, but you know what danger you've put me in by leaving me defenceless in this body, Candy…" She grunts and continues pacing back and forth in the backdrop, like a cage little creature sectioned off by Trask's more calm demeanor.
Trask hmmms softly, "Let's just say I get around. I have a long history and lots of contacts. Still you aren't denying that any of what I said is true?
Candy looks at her own pacing body and says, "Sorry if I thought you could handle yourself, Isis. If I would have known how defenseless you were, I would have stopped. Seeing as how I can not use my own power… I must assume that you can. Which leaves you hardly defenseless, I assure."
Isis rolls forward in a fluid, sudden motion. She halts herself at the last moment, bracing her hand to the small of Trask's back and twisting her fingers to entangle her tiny touch in his shirt. "Don't think I'll stand by and let you insult me like that. I likely killed some poor man who was just trying to help! I've got no desire to put up with this any more, Candy! We've been nice. We've chatted. Now give me back my body!"
Trask turns and looks at the little Asian behind him nodding to her, he then turns back to the Red head. "Come over here, Candy, please…"
Candy shakes her head as she says, "See you can protect yourself in that body." She grins a little as she stands there, before she shakes her head at Isis and says, "You have not given me the assurances that I am seeking."
"Sorry, Norton," Isis mumbles as she steps away from him, her frail reserve shatters with the last of her frayed nerves and she slips forward. "No more games, Candy. You can't have it all. You've made your choices." She reaches out, trying to grab the redhead and wrestle her down if she must.
Trask makes sure he is in range to keep either from using powers. He doesn't step in unless on or the other pulls weapons, or looks to be seriously injured.
Candy lets out a cry as she sees her own body jumping at her and attacking. She glares as she screams and tries to pull at her own hair, "Get off me," she shouts.
"ACK!" Isis grunts as she arches back, straining against the tug of dark locks. "No! I'm leaving here with my body, you crazy bi-…" She hisses as she reaches out, trying to brush her fingertips against the pale cheek of her rightful body.
Trask sits down in a chair, crossing one leg over his lap he takes a deep drink of his soda. He lets the two of them work out thier agression, since he is sure by the end of this they will both still be in the body they came here in he just glances at his watch nonchalantly.
Candy continues to struggle with her, wincing herself as she delivers a hell of a slap to her own breasts, knowing that that isn't exactly going to feel very well at all.
Isis yelps and tips back, scowling at the sharp pain searing across plump flesh she's rather not accustomed to having. "Seriously? Is that all you've got without your powers?" Isis isn't the most femanine woman, in truth, easily noted by the way she pulls back a tight fist and sends it's downward momentum reeling towards Candy's face.
Trask looks down at the ball of ladies, "Please ladies…don't …stop…you can talk this out." His voice is dead pan, his heart very clearly not in it, as he looks for something to read.
Candy lets out a cry as Isis' bashes her own nose nice and squarely, a spray of blood accompaying the broken nose. "Because, you bitch, thats may body I'm fighting," she says with a grin, as she laughs, chuckling as she gives another slap, this one to Isis' face.
That curled fist collides with the soft, Irish, features on the redhead body. Isis grins, expecting the contact that slipts her rightful, tiny nose to correct swap. She blinks when nothing happens, instead only presenting herself as a fine, disorientated target when Candy's hand slaps across her face. "God damnit!" She rolls away from the woman, popping to her feet and rubbing her hand against her sore cheek. "Norton!" She wheels around, waving her hands at the guy.
Trask looks down at you two, "Oh am I here?" He smiles, "You two get this worked out? Do you feel better now? You let out some agression?"
Candy giggles as the blood flows down her face from her nose. "Seems you forgot a tiny little detail," Candy states from the irish woman's body. She continues to giggle. Yes, it is rather apparant that the young woman is unbalanced mentally. A pity.
Isis lofts a brow. "Is this your idea of helpful, sweetheart?" She asks with a little sneer, running the back of her wrist along the side of her face as she catches her breath and steps back further from the pair, watching them both uncertainly.
Trask rises and walks over to Isis-in-Candice, he gives her a little hug and a sweet peck on the cheek. "Look you wanted my help, and it seemed like you two had something you needed to work out with a little bit of flesh on flesh agression. You got it out of your system…do you feel less frustrated now?" He smiles at her. Then he turns and offers Candice-In-Isis a hand up, "Let me take a look at that nose, ok?"
Candy shakes her head a little as she looks at Trask, "The nose is fine, just broken." She grins at Isis as she giggles a little more, "I think I outsmarted you on this place, my dear Isis."
Isis grunts despite the small comfort of the little touch offered from her friend. She turns her face away though, mumbling a soft "No," in reply to his question about her frustration. The woman had years of pent up agressions to fuel her angers - pansy brawl wasn't about to cure them. She scowls as she looks to her bloody body. "Bite me," she mumbles.
Trask says, "Candace…I think you need to apologize to Isis…if you ever want a cance to salvage anything out of this relationship.""
Candy wipes at the nose of Isis' body that she inhabits and she looks at Isis. "Come here and let me," she says as she sticks her tongue out at Isis, still giggling faintly. Her eyes look to Trask, and she seems to consider his words for a moment, before looking back to Isis, "Well, I am sorry about the whole body thing… was the only way I could see of getting Ash to talk to me."
Isis shakes her head slowly, offering no reply to Candy's more childish antics in the way of giggling at this whole mess. Trapped in the little Asian body, she inclines her chin, turning her attention to the redheaded form. "Nothing is going to change his mind. You saw. You know. Putting me through this is only going to widen the rift."
Trask keeps his eyes on Candy, he stands strong, where he can support Isis, and waits to see what Candy say to the olive branch Isis just offered.
Candy takes a step back from Isis as she looks between the two. "I am not in a dangerous position, they are not monitoring. I'll I have to do is stay at my computer and watch the forums," she states while she stares at Isis.
Isis suddenly stomps a foot, turning on Trask and throwing her hands up in the air with an expression that plainly relays her frayed patience. She turns away and begins to pace in the background behind Trask, curling one set of slender, calloused fingers into the opposite palm to crack her knuckles roughly, one after the other.
Trask says, "Even if it's not a threat from Humanis First, you still have the Federali's after you, for escaping Moab. I am sure they want to know exactly what happened there, so any witness, especially an escaped Federal prisoner is high on thier collection efforts. The Temporal issue is still a huge question. Add that to your face being associated at Humanis First rallys and you have the people who are pro evolved after you. Add that if you are found out to be working both sides Humanis won't be too happy with you either. It seems so easy typing in your room…but there are a lot of people looking for your head."
Candy looks at Trask curiously, "How do you know where I've been, I don't exactly recall telling you." She glares at him as she stands there, waiting on the answer to her question, disregarding the cracking of Isis' knuckles.
The body to which Candy was born halts abruptly in the background, peeking her head up over Trask's shoulder as the man begins to list the dangers of Candy's double life. She gives a little shift as her partner mentions Candy's past, but ultimately sinks away. "You say you thought we had something special, but you know what danger you've put me in by leaving me defenceless in this body, Candy…" She grunts and continues pacing back and forth in the backdrop, like a cage little creature sectioned off by Trask's more calm demeanor.
Trask hmmms softly, "Let's just say I get around. I have a long history and lots of contacts. Still you aren't denying that any of what I said is true?
Candy looks at her own pacing body and says, "Sorry if I thought you could handle yourself, Isis. If I would have known how defenseless you were, I would have stopped. Seeing as how I can not use my own power… I must assume that you can. Which leaves you hardly defenseless, I assure."
Isis rolls forward in a fluid, sudden motion. She halts herself at the last moment, bracing her hand to the small of Trask's back and twisting her fingers to entangle her tiny touch in his shirt. "Don't think I'll stand by and let you insult me like that. I likely killed some poor man who was just trying to help! I've got no desire to put up with this any more, Candy! We've been nice. We've chatted. Now give me back my body!"
Trask turns and looks at the little Asian behind him nodding to her, he then turns back to the Red head. "Come over here, Candy, please…"
Candy shakes her head as she says, "See you can protect yourself in that body." She grins a little as she stands there, before she shakes her head at Isis and says, "You have not given me the assurances that I am seeking."
"Sorry, Norton," Isis mumbles as she steps away from him, her frail reserve shatters with the last of her frayed nerves and she slips forward. "No more games, Candy. You can't have it all. You've made your choices." She reaches out, trying to grab the redhead and wrestle her down if she must.
Trask makes sure he is in range to keep either from using powers. He doesn't step in unless on or the other pulls weapons, or looks to be seriously injured.
Candy lets out a cry as she sees her own body jumping at her and attacking. She glares as she screams and tries to pull at her own hair, "Get off me," she shouts.
"ACK!" Isis grunts as she arches back, straining against the tug of dark locks. "No! I'm leaving here with my body, you crazy bi-…" She hisses as she reaches out, trying to brush her fingertips against the pale cheek of her rightful body.
Trask sits down in a chair, crossing one leg over his lap he takes a deep drink of his soda. He lets the two of them work out thier agression, since he is sure by the end of this they will both still be in the body they came here in he just glances at his watch nonchalantly.
Candy continues to struggle with her, wincing herself as she delivers a hell of a slap to her own breasts, knowing that that isn't exactly going to feel very well at all.
Isis yelps and tips back, scowling at the sharp pain searing across plump flesh she's rather not accustomed to having. "Seriously? Is that all you've got without your powers?" Isis isn't the most femanine woman, in truth, easily noted by the way she pulls back a tight fist and sends it's downward momentum reeling towards Candy's face.
Trask looks down at the ball of ladies, "Please ladies…don't …stop…you can talk this out." His voice is dead pan, his heart very clearly not in it, as he looks for something to read.
Candy lets out a cry as Isis' bashes her own nose nice and squarely, a spray of blood accompaying the broken nose. "Because, you bitch, thats may body I'm fighting," she says with a grin, as she laughs, chuckling as she gives another slap, this one to Isis' face.
That curled fist collides with the soft, Irish, features on the redhead body. Isis grins, expecting the contact that slipts her rightful, tiny nose to correct swap. She blinks when nothing happens, instead only presenting herself as a fine, disorientated target when Candy's hand slaps across her face. "God damnit!" She rolls away from the woman, popping to her feet and rubbing her hand against her sore cheek. "Norton!" She wheels around, waving her hands at the guy.
Trask looks down at you two, "Oh am I here?" He smiles, "You two get this worked out? Do you feel better now? You let out some agression?"
Candy giggles as the blood flows down her face from her nose. "Seems you forgot a tiny little detail," Candy states from the irish woman's body. She continues to giggle. Yes, it is rather apparant that the young woman is unbalanced mentally. A pity.
Isis lofts a brow. "Is this your idea of helpful, sweetheart?" She asks with a little sneer, running the back of her wrist along the side of her face as she catches her breath and steps back further from the pair, watching them both uncertainly.
Trask rises and walks over to Isis-in-Candice, he gives her a little hug and a sweet peck on the cheek. "Look you wanted my help, and it seemed like you two had something you needed to work out with a little bit of flesh on flesh agression. You got it out of your system…do you feel less frustrated now?" He smiles at her. Then he turns and offers Candice-In-Isis a hand up, "Let me take a look at that nose, ok?"
Candy shakes her head a little as she looks at Trask, "The nose is fine, just broken." She grins at Isis as she giggles a little more, "I think I outsmarted you on this place, my dear Isis."
Isis grunts despite the small comfort of the little touch offered from her friend. She turns her face away though, mumbling a soft "No," in reply to his question about her frustration. The woman had years of pent up agressions to fuel her angers - pansy brawl wasn't about to cure them. She scowls as she looks to her bloody body. "Bite me," she mumbles.
Trask says, "Candace…I think you need to apologize to Isis…if you ever want a cance to salvage anything out of this relationship.""
Candy wipes at the nose of Isis' body that she inhabits and she looks at Isis. "Come here and let me," she says as she sticks her tongue out at Isis, still giggling faintly. Her eyes look to Trask, and she seems to consider his words for a moment, before looking back to Isis, "Well, I am sorry about the whole body thing… was the only way I could see of getting Ash to talk to me."
Isis shakes her head slowly, offering no reply to Candy's more childish antics in the way of giggling at this whole mess. Trapped in the little Asian body, she inclines her chin, turning her attention to the redheaded form. "Nothing is going to change his mind. You saw. You know. Putting me through this is only going to widen the rift."