Uncensored (Lucas, Misha) [backdated to yesterday]

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Lucas was freaking out as he drove over to Misha's. Was freaking out and was kind of annoyed, too, that she had been accusing everyone of keeping things from her when she'd asked for things to be kept! Argh. Lucas decided it was just going to be easier if he told her everything uncensored, because that's what she'd asked for, and it was probably about damned time she knew.

"Heya," he said, pushing open the door to her bedroom. He'd used his own key to get in, and in a moment of thoughtful paranoia he'd locked the front door behind him again.

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Misha sat forward on her bed when she saw him. She was feeling really nervous, and sitting on her hands wasn't quite helping. But she tried a smile towards him, that might maybe make him think that she was doing okay. "Heya," she replied, in kind.

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Lucas had seen that smile so many times in the past few months, and was, at this point, past believing it meant anything. "So," he said manfully, pulling up her computer chair and sitting on it backwards. "Where do you wanna start?"

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"Everything," she said expansively, for with not knowing what 'everything' was, she wasn't really in a position to say where to start.

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"Well- you said you were talking to Tamm about stuff, did he tell you any more than I did?"

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Misha shook her head. "I told him he sounded like a terrorist." In hindsight, she hadn't really liked saying that. It really troubled her that her friends seemed to think this was all such a good idea. Fighting on the scale they were thinking of... it was still illegal! Kay was missing, and she didn't feel good about that either. She didn't really feel good about a lot of things. It sucked that there didn't seem to be one particularly path to good here.

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Lucas reeled back at that in shock. "What? Why?" he asked, in disbelief. "Tamm? They're the terrorists!" How in hell did Misha get the idea that Tamm- that all of them- were the ones in the wrong?

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"Well I don't know! Storming off into another country and just attacking people... priests, Luca! They're taking the law into their own hands. It sounds like the stuff you see on the news. When they get caught doing it, what do you think people are going to believe?" She still couldn't believe that Lucas had gone with them the last time. It terrified her.

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"Well... that's why we can't get caught," Lucas said, after an uncomforable pause. "Cos no one is gonna believe us you. Look even you think they're the good guys! This is like-" Lucas stopped, because he'd wanted to compare this to something in history but knew fuck all about the history of guerilla warfare or what-have-you. "Mish, we have to take the law into our own hands. Would you rather we leave Kay there?"

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"Of course not!" Misha said. The words seem to echo hollowly, making Kay's lack of presence in the house seemingly more noticeable. She didn't know what was right. Was she supposed to believe in what they were doing just because she liked them. "But running in like this, in secret, even you said nobody would believe you. There must be a reason! What about the normal law? Why can't they take care of this?"

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"Because... they can't. Kay's in like the Vatican or something." Randomly, and stupidly, he thought about Davis and Cooper's house, and wished it was called something different. "Because these Templar guys... the Pope like knows about them. They're this secret society that's been around for hundreds of years, and people've been fighting them for hundreds of years. You think if calling the police worked someone would have done that by now?"

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"And this is everything?" She kinda wished it was. Evil priest dudes were hard enough to deal with. She still didn't know why they would take Kay. "Why would they spy on us?"

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"Uh... Why does anyone spy on their enemies? To find out stuff about us. To find out who's involved and... fuck, everything. They've got a list of people's names they know or think's involved." Lucas sighed. "The spy was some chick what was rescued from the Templars, but they'd brainwashed her so much she thought she was doing the right thing, turning people over to be tortured- even though they'd tortured her. It's fucked up, can't you see that? They tortured her cos she sinned- cos she had sex with people. They do that. They torture you for shit like having sex, or being gay, or saying what you think, or anything, cos they think that'll save people and bring'em back to God. Do you get it, now? They're the terrorist, we're the ones trying to stop them."

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Misha opened her mouth -no, why are we their enemies?- but his words stayed her voice. She'd be tortured if it was just about having sex. "Has anyone tried... talking to them?" she asked, in a very small voice, because of course someone would have tried talking to them. He still hadn't mentioned what wings had to do with it, and she wasn't game enough to ask.

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"Mish... these guys are extremists. They've been at it for hundreds of years. They've- look, I told you they turned the Thames red? They did that with people. Human blood. Anyone who can do something that- that fucked up isn't going to change their mind because someone talks to them."

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Misha swallowed, and the problem wasn't that she didn't get it, but that she was starting to. "Oh shit," she muttered.

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Lucas walked his chair and bit closer than decided that wasn't good enough, and jumped onto the bed, pulling her hard into his arms, resting his chin on her head. "Yeah, shit about covers it."

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Misha leaned into him, taking strength from him just being there, and trying to offer some back in return. "And these guys have Kay?" she asked, actually doing a good job of making her voice not shake. "You're sure?"

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"Yeah," said Lucas, reluctantly. "Yeah, we're sure. Peter's dreamed about it- he's a psychic, pretty much. And besides, he's talked to the demon that kidnapped her, and she admitted she'd sent Kay off to Rome because she's the Bishop's bitch. But there's people gone to get her, and they've rescued people from there before, so- she'll be back." Maybe not the same, becaues Nancy certainly hadn't been the same afterward... but she'd be back, and alive, because Kay couldn't die.

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Misha mouthed 'psychic' wonderingly. Then Lucas casually dropped the word 'demon' into the conversation, and Misha actually jumped in his arms. "D-demon?" she asked, breathlessly.

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Oops, that wasn't supposed to slip out just then. But. "Yeah, it's- well, it means a person who's got wings, and pretty much super strength. The Templars call them Heavenly Beings-" he said these words with great sarcasm, because the term was so mindnumblingly stupid "- cos they're retards= the Templars, not the demons, and, like, angels. They aren't heavenly or anything, they're just like... mutants, really. People with powers. The Templars want them."

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That was all kinda a bit much to take, and without Lucas' arms around her, Misha might have gotten up, or freaked out, or... doing exactly what she'd been doing to deny stuff up till now. A shudder ran through her as she decided not to do any of those things. "And that was what you told me you saw that night... when I told you to stop telling me..." she said very carefully, as though it was incredibly shaky ground she was currently on. She'd thought he was on drugs, and even after she hadn't, she'd thought there was another explanation.

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"Yeah... there was a bit of a wingy fight going on. Kinda-" but he stopped himself, because details of that night would probably break Misha's brain. He didn't want to drive her back into her happy (but frustrating to everyone else) land of denial, she'd only just come out! "Yeah."

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"Yeah..." Misha didn't know what to add to that. She took a deep breath, trying to wrap her mind around stuff that wasn't real suddenly being real. It was no good. It was like she had already reached her limit of bad stuff and couldn't react anymore, or like she couldn't properly believe it without seeing it, or... something. Mostly, she just felt tired. And she didn't really know if she wanted to see winged things to make her believe. "Are there any wingy people that we know?" she asked cautiously.

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"A few yeah," said Lucas. "Y'know, Von's got a lot of this stuff written down, like, all the different species of... mutant, and what they can do and stuff, you should have a look at it. She's got colour coded post its."