>>5346537“Yo, Pharos.” You address the former Crux leader, an idea forming in your head. “Can you brainwash her into wanting to <span class="mu-i">save</span> mutants?” You’re pretty sure that is definitely within his ability.
“Cannibal.” He says, giving you a look that says <span class="mu-i">‘Do I look like some B-grade mutant to you?’</span> In other words, Valjean is more than capable of brainwashing Jezebel to do exactly what you want.
At once, Jezebel’s eyes glaze over at the mental reprogramming. Smartly, he brainwashes her into forgetting this whole night (and you guys) as well. You’d rather she doesn’t remember you and seeks you out later for revenge. Worse yet, if she remembers you, she might bring along stronger reinforcements from the Fraternity of the atom, because it seems that you’ve only found one of the smaller, weaker branches of it tonight.
With everything on your plate right now, you’re not quite ready to delve into that just yet. You’ll save that problem for future-Elise, or near-future-Elise to be more precise.
“...you also got seriously drunk. You were so embarrassed by it that you hid in an alley for the rest of the night and fell asleep.” Valjean finishes, smiling at his handiwork.
<span class="mu-i">“To dobrze.”</span> Boleski nods. “Let’s go.”
Like that hamfisted Ghengis you fought earlier tonight, you leave the unconscious Jezebel in an alley, far from where your fight had transpired.
With your conscience cleared, hopefully Jezebel will put her group of thugs to good use by targeting endangered mutants instead of FutureLabs’ squadrons. Those thugs seem to be able to keep themselves hidden well-enough anyhow– you think they can do it.
“Hey, Boleski,” You address the winged man. “You still know where the Healer is?”
“I look tonight, but find you instead,” he replies. “We look now if you want.”
There are enough pharmacies and clinics in Rottsville to make the whole thing rather time-consuming, but, between you and Boleski, the two of you make decent ground within the slum.
Neon signs and car headlights pass underfoot as you’re bounding in the direction of the next pharmacy, and it’s nice to have the wind in your face and hair after being in that cramped, musty building for so long, the fresh, cooling breeze telling you that the colder months are soon ahead.
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