"I told them I was going to get a hold of you no matter what they decided Constantinople." Psyis spoke up not wanting Izime to wake up only to find out his friend had been turned into paste for pissing of Radiation Man, not that she thought James would.
It was just that everyone's emotions were running so high and the fact that Constantinople had already considered hitting Radiation Man once already; she just couldn't take that chance. The thessian regretting drawing Constantinoples attention as the exorcist turned his ire on her.
"Where's his bird?" Constantinople turned towards the one who had disappointed him the most, the red eyes never leaving the floor even as she'd drawn his attention. Constantinople looked around the room, there was something mixed in with the guilt on their faces, no answer was forthcoming.
Something the exorcist remembered from when he'd been ousted as Leader of League Mystic, they were cutting him out once again. Fine if they wanted to cut him out with one hand and beg for help with the other Constantinople decided he'd play along with their little games.
He'd give them all the help they could handle and fix them right up; Constantinople took a deep breath deciding to use a bit of force. If he couldn't hit the Zexxian he'd at least slap the Thessian who'd played his mate and get her head on straight. Leaning forward, Constantinople looked up at the celebrated Miss Psyis, the magic sweeping his trench-coat as Constantinople amplified his voice with anger.
"Where's Cradle!" The roar rattling the vials through the medical bay, causing nearly all the screens to flicker and more than a few bulbs to pop; the exorcist sneering as a gauntleted arm swept been himself and the bluing alien. Not surprised in the least to find Lady Shield stepping between ever the mediator between the two very different Leagues that served within the orbital platform.
"It's in stasis and far too hostile towards us to be dealt with now." Lady Shield stepped in front of the younger trembling psychic; Constantinople obviously having just taken an unseen swing at her. Something the more honorable heroine could understand after hearing about what had happened. It was disgusting in a way; war wasn't always honorable something the warrior woman understood. The plot that had been revealed; sending the near godlike Zexxian off in a rage like a wolf after the powerless, was a new low.
"I'm feeling right pissed at the moment so I can bloody well imagine." Constantinople snarked at the warrior woman before speaking to the room, reminding them all exactly why the slaughter chicken was upset. "That bird was his best friend, I just buy the toxin remember. Leave it locked up until Izime can talk it down."
"Something else that's left to us to stop, if Izime had listen to m-" Dark Night spoke up, trying to get his boot into the conversation once more.
Stan thinking that if he could just get the League to listen to his reasoning behind the solutions, he'd purposed that they'd once again fall in line. James might have his intentions for the nonhuman just like he had with the rest of the aliens he'd collected, but if the majority of the room still listened to logic, then Izime had no escape. The driven crusader still determined to see the planet hopping information leak locked in the most secure facility he could manage.
Dark Night stopped talking, instead pulling back and placing a hand behind his back prepping his suit for whatever Constantinople intended to throw at him.
"To you, or any of us?" Constantinople cracked his knuckles hoping Dark Night stepped up to make his arguments, offer any bloody reason at all that would excuse this blatant abuse of power. "Why? No seriously, here's a truly bloody fucking brill idea you shite stain of a genius. Let's say Izime is a demon, one who knew everything like I've explained ten bloody times now."
"Oh, did he skip that part?" Constantinople head more than a few suits stand a bit straighter at that, the con-magician nodding as he connected the dots on just how Dark Night had circled the wagons so quickly.
Constantinople watched as several turned towards the information withholding billionaire, a sinister smile splitting the exorcists face.
Walking around the bed Constantinople tried to judge the reactions around him, it was painfully clear that Dark Night had led more than a few on, that shite. He'd only told the League half, if that, of the truth; James, Steven, Ret, hell probably Miss Psyis had completely ignored that key bit of information. Though it also didn't seem like the entire room was completely comfortable with the concept of creatures that simply knew the unknowable.
The exorcist waited until the billionaire had everyone's attention before explaining further, though he did notice that Psyis seemed oddly uneasy with the topic. Constantinople continuing, letting her entertain herself with the floor, "It's not even the bloke's fault, it's called a curse for a reason, reasons exactly like this."
The exorcist dealing with such things far too often, the more upper-class heroes obviously not used to such low-down tactics. These spotless moralistic buffoons had of course panicked at the idea that someone could cheat at knowing them.
That, or completely forgotten the massive implications it held for anyone outside of themselves and their perfect images. The exorcist long ago having gotten comfortable with the likes of those who knew to much and talked to little. Constantinople not bothering to lose his focus getting upset over how they didn't have to suffer such personal attacks.
"Cursed with Knowledge. My mate knew things maybe not everything, but sure some big secrets about the world and us. He only decided to do a bit of housekeeping with that knowledge; ran some food to the forgotten and kept their lights on, even picked up our trash." Constantinople passed an eye over the group of heroes that had never dealt with the more hopeless battles. Punching Vhainos being far easier than delaying the inevitable for those without.
"You could have at least tried to understand magic for once Dark" Constantinople laid out just how Dark Night had played the heroes standing in the room.
The exorcist knowing it'd likely burn any chance he'd have of ever serving with the League again in any real capacity. It'd also guarantee that no-one here ever took Stan's words at face value again and hopefully convince James to do something about the situation.
"You lied to the lot them, so they'd try to bloody kill'em, all because that curse included a few names, and you didn't like it." The exorcist turning away from Dark Night, looking at the Zexxian to layer on that intent with a bit of guilt as the icing. To finish he directed his ire about the room towards the rest of the group, "The lot of you are absolute gutter shites, bloody calling me about a demon like I hadn't gone to hell with him already. Fine sure, Izzy is a demon, a bloody robot, or some time jumping alien with two-hearts."
"He was still a better person than the lot of you," The exorcist continued as no one was able to refute him, facing the one that had baited the trap in the first place. Constantinople let his ire fall, expressing only the deepest of disappointment as he looked at Miss Psyis once more, "Especially you."
Constantinople looked Miss Psyis over from the white hair down to her silver scaled boots, examining her trying to figure out if she understood what she'd done. Finally making a comment as he found a flaw in her perfect heroine get-up, Constantinople not even smiling as he pointed out the stain on her person.
"You missed a spot, that or you just never take the cape off long enough to care about something besides your precious position in the League." The exorcist shaking his head wondering if the psychic would listen to reason or if the station was really where her heart belonged.
Psyis glanced behind her, face twisting just as tightly as her hand was clutching at the once pristine white cape. She had cleaned the rest of her suit, washed away as much of the regret and sadness as she could, there though the tail end of that white a dark dried red swipe remained.
"Is the seat really that worth it or are you just scared of finding yourself cast out like me?" Constantinople let his words fall as Psyis released her cape.
Wishing the Thessian's eyes were doing more than just looking watery the exorcist spoke over anything she might have intended even as she looked up at him. "Some bloody friend you were, all of one day and you helped put him in at death door."
The exorcist nodded, satisfied in the guilt that was playing out, her mental anguish only highlighted by the colors that were twisting in play across that face. Constantinople turned giving another sorry look towards his friend who had been betrayed by the heroes he'd so often tried to avoid. The exorcist knowing that as much as he blamed them, it was he who had asked time and time again for that night of drinking. Shaking his own head Constantinople left his guilt in the room, taking only the memories of his friend with him as he made for the door.
"Bloody proud to not be a part of the League today." Constantinople turned back one more time, hoping the group of heroes in the room learned from their unmeasured actions. Letting the ward door swing close behind him, the exorcist left the rest in the room to stew.
Hoping that soon there would be someone else in Izime's corner, his talk with the thessian having gone just as well as he'd thought. Constantinople already imagining the woman having been emotionally blackmailed and possibly even literally so, to turn coat so quickly. The exorcist knew he was a terrible cupid, but he wasn't bloody blind at the same time, the lass truly was torn up inside and he intended to use that.
The silence stretched on as the members of League Savior took the ire and words of the previous leader of League Mystic into consideration. There were always some differences between methods, differences in morals, and lines that they might draw in the sand. The steady but weak beep of the medical equipment wasn't usually the background noise for such talks though,
Those usually took place in the Leagues main hall or within the Chamber of Saviors where they could vote privately. The added sterility of this new environment making more than a few of them take uneasy steps, each tone served to mark the new depths of their mistakes. The complaints of armored suits and gear creaking under their thoughts, the eyes in the room mutually leaving the figure on the bed as silver boots stepped across the floor.
Psyis looking at Izime's face which was still slightly tense. His brows more furrowed than relaxed even though he should be at ease asleep in his induced coma. Reaching out Psyis watched as her hand slowly changed patterns as it reflected her considerations, still never touching the mind she had entered earlier. That place, whatever was going on there wasn't for her to invade, Psyis deciding she could at least start with respecting that. From there maybe she could rebuild what she'd destroyed by betraying Izime.
"I..." Psyis wanted to apologize but there was no point, Izime would just lay there helpless and silent. He couldn't hear her and wouldn't be able to refuse it, just like he wasn't able to refuse her when she'd finally violated his mind. That mottled hand pulling back as she turned to announce to the room, "I won't contribute to this."
The heroes watching as Miss Psyis turned taking her white cape and ripped off the blood-stained portion. Psyis looked at it for a moment before balling it in her fist, looking into the eyes of her fellow members Psyis picked a direction for the guilty energies she was feeling. Red eyes locking onto the blue under that dark cowl, heart pounding full of the determination she'd sadly lacked just a day before.
"Respectfully, I won't let this continue." Psyis kept the fist that held the stained portion of her cape raised and clenched it tighter, waiting to hear any voices of disagreement as she glared at Dark Night. "I'm done with this mission."
Radiation Man simply giving her a nod while Lady Shield and Dark Night exchanged unknowing glances. Their motives unsure but Psyis imagined Dark Night wasn't going to let the issue drop so easily. This time though Psyis swore wouldn't allow herself to be shaken from her new friend's side so easily. She wasn't alone in this decision, or at least in believing that things had gotten out of hand with Dark Night calling the shots.
"Miss Psyis we still need you to help us, there are more answers-" Dark Night stepped forward, stopping as the Thessian held her fist up a bit higher.
A wall forming around herself and Izime as Psyis refused to allow Dark Night to approach her. Psyis raised a white brow, and exhaled hoping she didn't need to make her point clearer. She was already angry and didn't need to relive Dark Nights gas-lighting, Psyis still recalled every word.
Instead this time she delivered her own threats.
"You won't either." Instead pointing with her free hand making her position very clear to everyone in the room, there being no arguments to broach her protection of the man in the bed, "Izime told me it was violating to any sentient mind to just kick in the doors, and that's exactly what I'm doing; its exactly what you want to do to him."
"I'm fine with interrogating a prisoner. If he wakes up, I might reconsider my position depending on the cases direction, if we even have one, but this is wrong. Just look at us now circling like monsters over a body." Psyis gestured towards the group of gathered heroes waiting to question a man closer to death than to talking. Now looking for ways to skip the talking part as well, Psyis called them out on their intentions. "Dark Night, what you want to do is wrong and I have a problem with it."
"Those memories could have answer t-" Dark Night tried to growl his way over Miss Psyis moral arguments, only to find her tone clear and cutting as she spoke to the room while addressing him.
"They do Dark Night and after hearing about them, they never were the threat you thought they were. Constantinople's right, it's a curse and now someone's dying over the stupidest thing I never could have imagined." Psyis revealed the little she dared to, hoping that her position and Radiation Man's backing would ensure Izime's safety.
Looking at each person in the room until she was finally facing the person that couldn't hear her; Psyis called Dark Night out openly. "You said you don't operate on probables but this whole thing was risk management based on probability. I betrayed and violated a friend on that probability and even after seeing the answer, I won't blame you but I'm certainly ashamed of myself for listening to you."
"You saw something?" Lady Shield felt her brows raise as Psyis admitted to seeing or at least glimpsing a portion of this things forbidden knowledge. The near immortal amazon warrior having seen more than a few corrupted into shadows of their former selves or driven into power-mad twisted routes that only they could see. The warrior a bit curious as to what the thessian had seen that had only made her sad instead, the answer she received only begetting more curiosity.
"Constantinople was right and that's all we ever needed to know" Psyis smiled at Lady Shields inquiry.
The warrior woman's tone not having the same interrogative nature as Dark Nights, coming across out of concern. The Thessian decided to reassure the amazonian that nothing worse was amiss with either party involved, the league or Izime and that it was simply as the exorcist had described it.
"Thats not for y-" Dark Night growled out wanting to overrule the psychic just by sheer tone of voice, his words halting as a familiar Zexxian hand reigned him in.
Stan still not quite sure he had was over stepping as James talked him down, pulling at the strong grip Radiation Man had on his shoulder. Dark Night struggling for a moment a bit childishly until he turned to look at the Kansas man who was likely going to overrule yet another one of Stans security measures.
The Voltham aristocrat could already hear Karen Wallen complaining about Earth being used as some alien refugee camp as James took control of the situation.
"Dark Night, let it go. Miss Psyis is a League member just as much as you are, we voted to give her this chance, the right to make these decisions. You voted for that and now," Radiation Man talked Stan down, glad when he felt Dark Night at least stop trying to stupidly step forward away from his grasp. Stan was still not willing to admit his wrongs, looking away as James continued, "Even I have to agree. He obviously wasn't a threat; I went down there expecting to encounter a fight. On your word, a well informed and capable enemy; I only recognized it as something else once it was too late."
"No one has proven anything, and I want to see a guilty verdict before I hear of anyone being brought in to violate Izime's mind. I regret the fact I put him here, and I don't want anyone to think they can take advantage of those mistakes." Radiation Man looked around the room at the other heros. Hoping the rest of the League respected the consequences of crossing the line he was drawing alongside the Thessian. "Miss Psyis I'll contact you if there's any change."
Psyis gave Radiation Man a look, hoping he would at least be honest if there were any attempts at breaching Izime's comatose dreams.
Not that she believed any other psychic would succeed.
Getting nod a Psyis walked out of the room, ignoring the tense thoughts and irate imaginings that filled it, turning down the hall from Savior Orbitals med-bay. Psyis quickly walked away from the room where Izime lay, his body being supported by the best technology the orbital platform had available. If the combined threat and her own shield could keep the others at bay, they would never know Izime's mind was empty.
Constantinople having taken his friends soul with him; the body could remain there being supported until they had fixed the damage to his organ and limbs.
There was no longer a void remaining there for a psychic to traverse, just an empty and hopefully recovering body. The Thessian not sure exactly Constantinople had been thinking when he had informed her through his mind about Izime's flawed soul. Taking her lashing as she had deserved, letting him get his shot in, more careful that she wasn't nodding along.
The exorcist silently demanding her help in fixing a problem she'd thankfully not exacerbated; Psyis more than willing to help Izime in any way she could. Apparently the delicately stitched together spirit hadn't reacted terribly to her intrusion but this near death had done a number on it. Constantinople offering her a chance to use that ability to make some form of amends when the time came.
She'd just need to make it Lucky Dogs and figure out how, not wanting to miss the chance to correct the terrible decisions she'd made.