10686/Dupes in Genosha

Dupes in Genosha
Date of Scene:	09 January 2020
Location:	Hammer Bay, Genosha
Synopsis:	Lorna and Jamie find Junior Jamie in Genosha and discover there is more to the dupe's problems than meets the eye.
Cast of Characters:	Multiple Man, Polaris

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Multiple Man has posed:
Everyone has a dark side. Everyone. Some just have more. Jamie Madrox, after having recently found himself the target of a wayward Duplicate, has begun to understand just how dangerous that can be. Sure, he has the same impulses and bad ideas as the next guy but this? This was a grave concern. So it began. In NYC, he re-merged with his horde of selves to skew the odds in his favor. That left just a few more loose strings. John Maddox, the Priest. Jamie Omega, or Jamie Junior as his taunting letters have branded him and... well, that left more questions. If those were the only two he knew of, then there must be one out there flying under the radar.

This would not do.

Having an 'in' with Genoshan royalty is now paying off. Jamie, in an excitedly agitated manner, practically begged Lorna for an easy pass through the borders. What he got was, as per usual, more than he bargained for. With the aid of a previously unknown mutant, Jamie and Lorna made quick work of a global jaunt.

Stumbling out the portals exit, Jamie Madrox immediately rushes to the nearest trash can and empties his guts in a loud, heaving hurl. Can gripped, he's a sight to behold infront of the ritzy restort entrance that they've been dumped out at.

"I hate teleporting!" He says before dry heaving and cursing. "Junior... Junior used the stationary here." He says between labored breaths. Steadying himself, Jamie fumbles in his pockets for a pack of cigarettes. The overcoat clad Multiple Man was now an illegal immigrant. This should go just swimmingly. "I should not have had that sushi burrito for breakfast." He says while looking up the high rise front of the Genoshan resort his anarchist Dupe was last linked to.

Polaris has posed:
As soon as they stepped through the portal, Lorna was taking off her heavy winter coat and tossing it back through the portal. No point in lugging around something heavy and cumbersome when the tropical heat of Genosha burrowed into her very bones. The winter coat now gone, revealed the green haired mutant had at least attempted to downplay who she was. Princess and heir to the island crown, people //knew// her very well on Genoshan and for the most part, she was well loved.

Though there was always a chance that someone might try something, it was a very slim chance, or so she told herself.

Her long green hair was bundled up under a hat with a wide brim. And she wore a pair of oversized sunglasses rimmed in black. A loose fitting white button up shirt, of soft linen, billowed about her as she stepped lightly onto the manicured lawn that led up to the resort. A pair of wide legged pants of a tropical print, and set of sandals completed the look. Though judging by the amount of jewelry she wore, she had plenty of metal to use at her disposal if the need struck her.

"You get used to the teleporting. I use it at least twice a day. How else could I manage to juggling my duties here and in New York?" She drawled, and arched a brow. "Honestly, I'm shocked your dupe decided to come here. My father is still unaware that you dug into the past at all. And he was quite... hmm, livid over it." She added, sweeping her gaze about the area and back to Jamie.

"What makes you think he's still here?"

Multiple Man has posed:
Maybe it was the sudden shift in temperature, humidity and gravity that was his undoing. Jamie considers the little variables of global teleportation but in the end? It's all mostly coming back to his terrible breakfast choices. Already stiflingly hot in his leather reinforced overcoat, long sleeves and jeans, he plays it as cool he can. While a bead of sweat builds and threatens to run down his brow. Here? Jamie is hopefully an unknown factor. Lorna? He was positively banking on her clout here. That and possible protection should her father deem it the proper time to yeet him into the upper atmosphere.

Cigarette lit, Jamie squints against the harsh light of an equatorial suns glare. A few smokey breaths in contemplative quiet help center himself. Meditation techniques and nicoine. "I swear, you're a machine, Lorna. My schedule is a crap shoot and there's like... six of me at any given time. I'd be a terrible Princess." He says with a wry smirk. Tapping ash from his smoke, Jamie starts to trudge up the emerald green knoll toward the resorts covered entrance. Valets not newrly as shocked by their teleporting arrival as citizens of other nations would be.

"It's been a year that Jamie Junior has run wild without my say in the matter. He's bombed two conversion therapy camps, blackmailed a racist radio personality and some more weirder things." Jamie says all too unamusedly. Shoulders sagged, still feeling like his innards almost became outards, he upnods to the resort. "A year of taunts and sometimes deeply disturbing letters and this? This is the first time he's ever left me a clue I could track. Obvious one at that."

Getting out of the sun and under tbe cover of shade, Jamie stalks right past the valets and toward the crystal clear glass doors ahead. "He wants me to find him. Which means he's going to be a totally insufferable bastard a out the whole thing."

Polaris has posed:
Lorna peered at Jamie from beneath her sunhat and glasses, her green eyebrow hitching upward as she considered the sweating man before her as he stubbornly continued to wear that leather jacket. Too light a garment for a New York winter, in her opinion, and too heavy a one for Genosha. She almost paused to demand the man take it off and try to be sensible, but gave up before she'd voiced a single word and sighed instead.

His compliment earned a wave of her hand. "I'm heir to the throne, what else am I supposed to do if I don't want to be here constantly? Don't get me wrong, I love my country, but I will be stuck here officially when there's a crown on my head. I want to do what I can abroad while I can." And enjoy the freedoms that came with being a nobody in the City and going out with her boyfriend. Simple pleasures really.

Still, she'd pushed herself to exhaustion more than once trying to keep up with it all.

A glance swept over the resort and she shrugged once with a roll of her shoulders. "Huh, well, no time like the present then. If he's trying to set a trap, I highly doubt he planned for you to bring me. Shall we go?" She offered, making to head to the doorway of the skyscraper with a click of her sandals.

Multiple Man has posed:
Stubborn is one of his more loveable qualities. Truth be told, he just couldn't decide on if he should have left the overcoat behind in favor of more subtle attire but... Jamie is Jamie and here we are. One in flowy comfort and the other in clinging fabric and a reinforced full length overcoat. "I know, I know." He says perceptively as he wipes his brow.

"Wouldn't be the first royal that had to sow their proverbial wild oats." Madrox says in rather quick acceptance. After all, he's not one to avoid living life to excess. "How is Roberto anyway? Haven't talked to him in months." His own eyebrow lurches high as he slows to match her speed. Hands in his pockets, cigarette dangling from his lips, he upnods the doormen but the looks they give him? Utter contempt. The glares catching him off guard, he blinks in surprise as they walk inside. "He's me, Lorna. He's definitely set a trap." As they near the desk, the front house agent, a rather severe looking older woman in no-nonsense business attire, gives a pained sigh. "Mister Madrox, we need to speak about your room charges."

Opening his mouth to protest, the woman boldly snatches the cigarette from his lips and hisses venomously. "You have been told time and again there will be no smoking in the lobby. You have also been told more than once by myself alone that your room charges are due and the damages have been calculated. Again."

Polaris has posed:
Lorna only slowed her step to match Jamie's as they approached the skyrise resort, her green eyed gaze swinging over the rim of her sunglasses as he spoke of sewing oats and the alike. Another hitch of her eyebrows followed. "Roberto is doing well, for all that he dislikes the monarchy and my father wants him dead." She drawled, "So. The usual drama." She shrugged once, as if unconcerned that Magneto wanted to slaughter her boyfriend and had made several threats.

Still, the lack of notice in regard to her presence ensured that at least her appearance was blending in just well and fine. Which was in rather stark contrast to Jamie's as the doorman glared at him and the hostess closed in on their of them. The way the woman snatched his cigarette nearly had the green haired woman laughing, though she reserved her amusement to a mere smirk as she glanced between the two of them.

"Apparently he wanted you to pay his room charges." She murmured, apparently willing to let the woman give Jamie a dressing down thoroughly. She had yet to remove either her hat or sunglasses yet, folding her arms over her chest as she watched and scanned her gaze, and magnetic senses over gallery that went upward several stories above them. A cascading waterfall feature tumbled down from the heights, along with massive amounts of greenery and flora that hung from each level in little manicured boxes.

It was a rather lovely resort.

Multiple Man has posed:
"Good. A little too serious from time to time but he's a great guy." Jamie couldn't contain the grin as it stretched wide across his scruffy face. "Probably why Daddy wants to hit him with an orbital strike. You give me a heads up if he ever pops the question. I'ma need a head start to the dark side of the moon." A laugh, light and easy. The humor didn't last as the woman behind the desk made her displeasure very well known. She spared Lorna a questioning glance, clearly so close to recognition but the rage override was strong.

"Lady, you have me confused with someone el-" Jamie is briskly cut off as the woman points his own still smoking cigarette at him. "I -had- you confused with someone who respected rules and policy but that was clearly my mistake. As was not voicing my concerns when management granted you residence. We are -not- a retirement community for disrespectful and probably criminal degenerates and I would-"

Jamie, scowling now and muttering his disapproval to Lorna, cannot get a word in around the front desk agent as she reads him a litany of damages and charges ranging from room service to replacing two hot tubs.Let that sink in. Jamie Madrox can't get a word in edge wise.

As Lorna expands her senses in an ever elevating wave of electromagnetic insight, she's greeted with so very much input. The information age is a wonderful thing. The electrical systems hum with life. The pipes vibrate with internal pressure. The whispers of metallic structures painting a picture for her mind to explore. Up and up she seeks until one room in particular stands out like a beacon. It puts the security room to shame. Wall to wall monitors, servers, crates of... oh god... explosives. The triggers all silent but their signatures are ever present. The buzz of so much power drawn in along wires and cables.

"What do you mean I'm being sued for animal endangerment? I've never even -seen- an ocelot in my life!" Jamie shouts before forcing a calm upon himself. Eyes squeezed shut. Bridge of his nose pinched. "Can I have a key to the room or not?"

Thaaaat's when the woman finally places Lorna's features. Jamie? Near forgotten. "Oh my. Oh I.. I... are you with... with this gentleman?" The disbelief and horror in her eyes is as clear to ser as the embarassment and still lingering fury. "Can I get you -anything- at all, Miss Dane? Anything! We have a suite son hand and-" Jamie sighs low and hissing. Clearly not having a five star experience in this oppulent island resort.

Polaris has posed:
Lorna laughed softly as Jamie mentioned a future possibly proposal and shook her head, grinning. "He hasn't even let his PR department release an official story that we're dating. Do you know how frustrating it is to keep things on the quiet side of international media?" She shook her head lightly, and let the conversation die as the woman behind the desk railed at Jamie. She used the time to narrow her focus one by one in her sweep. Electrical currents, radio, internet, phone buzzes, hair dryers, television.. Everything that used an electrical beat pumped through her senses. Even the metal support structures of the building were an outline to her magnetic gaze.

Luckily, she'd had years of experience in filtering out the things that just weren't important, the normal hum of day or day life.

Enough that as her gaze locked onto the distant pin point of explosives she frowned. Her hands reached out, and she felt the electrical hook ups and wires, through her currents, wrapping her fingers and her powers through them with care.

Finally, as the woman drifted her gaze from Jamie to her, she offered a distracted, half smile. "That would be your royal highness, or ma'am. 'Miss' is highly incorrect for my position. No?" Her voice was low and distant.

"Jamie we have a serious issue up there, and I'll be needing the area nice and clear." She shifted one of her hands out to her side and she carefully pulled on the fire alarm switch with her powers. A soft click and it blared to life with a whirl of flashing lights and a calm voice repeated instructions on how all guests should vacate immediately.

Finally, she removed her sunglasses and hat, discarding them with one smooth motion.

"You have explosives in that room up there, and while I can try to contain them, I make no promises. Do us a favor and step outside."

Multiple Man has posed:
While being verbally dissected and desecrated by the no-nonsense woman behind her gleaming desktop of granite and steel, Jamie tilts his head toward Lorna and whispers back. "I got kicked out of an International House of Pancakes once for... that's not important. I know -exactly- what you mean." He confidently confides even if his frame of reference is hilariously inaccurate.

As her senses pick away the detrius of modern living conveniences and start to narrow down on the less expected finds, Jamie becomes increasingly aggitated. The two near yelling at eachother until Lorna corrects the woman on royal station and proper address. Gears change immediately. "I am SO sorry for that, your royal highness! Please, let me make it up to you and your... your friend... " The word was hard for her to spit out. Clearly she has a mad on for Madrox. One of them anyway. "Our spa is without equal and I can assure you that-" She trails off with ammenities and offerings above and beyond the norm but Jamie isn't paying it any mind.

"How serious we talking here, Lorna? He can't make more than one Dupe, it shouldn't be too bad." Then the alarm sounds. Jamie grunts low and disappointed. As the emergency systems screamed to life, confused guests start to filter out of the lobby. Not without complaint, mind you.

The revelation Lorna offers is met with wide eyed horror and an immediate glare at Madrox. Gathering staff, and sneakily taking a drag off Jamie's cigarette, she ushers people out with the help of security. "This will be charged to your bill, Mister Madrox!" She says before vacating.

Jamie digs into his pockets and pulls out that pack of smokes. Tapping one free to light up. "Explosives. Lovely. Glad I asked you instead of Sam. Yeesh. Well. Let's go see what Junior has been up to. Elevator?"

Polaris has posed:
Lorna shrugged once, a roll of her shoulders in regards to Jamie's comment about being kicked out of an international house of... pancakes.. a questioning look followed but that was it. There wasn't much time for anything else when the hostess behind the desk was turning red in the face with her screaming and vitriol. It would almost be impressive if the woman hadn't switched gears so suddenly at the address from Lorna to down right groveling. Still, at least the Princess was used to that behavior. And if lives weren't on the line, she might've played it up a little more.

"Jamie, I'm not an explosives expert, I can't tell you anything other than what I sense will go boom." She drawled, and glanced briefly at the elevator doors as the woman and staff finally made a bee-line for exiting. Hopefully when the fire department showed up someone would call someone with more expertise in the matter of 'explosives'.

Still, the green haired woman knew that there would be a blow up in the papers about her actions. She'd have to let the palace know sooner or later, preferably sooner. "I'd rather fly up there. We have an open tiered floor plan. C'mon." She made to grab Jamie by the arm then, and unless he particularly fought back or squirmed, she'd go flying up the multiple floors to head for the direction of the explosives.

Multiple Man has posed:
He's faced genocidal maniacs, giant robots, ultra-dimensional assassins and this woman with the shiny gold name tag was giving it to him like few others. If it wasn't all directed at him instead of his Dupe, this would be funny. Later it may be. Years later. Right now, all he can do is not scream with frustration when the lady switches gears in Lorna's favor. He throws his hands up in exhasperated disbelief.

With the departure of staff and guests alike, he figured it'd be easier to refocus but the screaming alarms grate his nerves and leave him bristling with annoyance. "Why couldn't I have been psychic? I'd be cool with having Toad's powers right now if it meant not blowing up." Jamie huffs a cloud upward. Sucks his teeth with a tsk as he mulls it all over. "Explosives. Crap. If it was me... and it is, I'd have rigged a dead mans switch. I might set it off if I try to absorb him from here. Guess we dive face first into trouble." He chuckles mirthlessly then. "All I know about explosives is that they just piss off Logan. Seems a good starting point."

"Never much cared for elevator music anywaAaaaaay!" He makes no moves to fight the flight. He goes with it. Upward, to be exact. As the two take the short cut up, he's grateful for carpeting under his boot clad feet. Standing outside the door of a particularly dangerous suite, Jamie drops his cigarette to the floor and grinds it dead under heel.

"Hey, Junior? We gotta talk about these movie selections, man. People are gonna have a lot of uncomfortable questions for me if that gets out." He says while standing to the side of he doorway. An identical, if a tad more frantic tone shouts from behind said door. His voice. Junior is home. "How do I know you're the Prime?! You tell Polaris to BACK OFF, man! I got my hand on this trigger! I'm not gonna let that maniac take me too! YOU HEAR ME?!"

Polaris has posed:
Lorna set Jamie down after a smooth, practiced flight upward, she was well practiced at carrying people in flight. At not dropping people, it helped that most living things had some kind of an electromagnetic field, no matter how minute. She could in theory catch Jamie entirely by magnetics, though it always made her feel better to have a grip on whoever she was carting about in the magnetic fields.

"I can likely block whatever it is he has, I mean.. in theory. My father can stop a nuke, I figure I can stop C4." Her voice was carefully measured and controlled, she'd never really tried to block explosives in general, though she'd stopped several shots from Sentinels to the face.

As she set Jamie down, she floated down beside him with care. The metal of her jewelry stretched and groaned, slithering over her skin and features and turning green with the tint of her powers. All of which dressed her in a metal armored outfit not unlike her more traditional uniform.

She kept quiet as Jamie approached and knocked on the door, hanging back at his side, ready to jump in as needed as she watched through the door with her electromagnetic senses. Though as 'Junior' told her to back off, she arched a brow and glanced at Jamie.

"Maniac?" She mouthed, arching a brow.

Multiple Man has posed:
It's that practiced and easy glide of flight that Jamie is quite grateful for. Especially after teleporting earlier. Too much force and he could have duplicated. Which always works out sooooo well. Political clout and local familiarity is what he really needed when asking for Lorna's help. Being kept from explosive bodily harm? Already counted in the bonus disc for those watching at home. He took her theory for what it was. Potentially life saving.

Woefully underdressed for the occasion, Jamie stays away from the doorway. Shotgun blasts tend to not worry about things like doors. When Lorna mouths the question he was also asking himself, his brows rose sharply. "Junior, buddy? Think you've spent too much time in that room. Not here to hurt you. Just need to touch base."

"Yeah, right! Then you stab me with that gun, shove nanites into MY SKULL and then I-" Jamie Junior shouts through the door. Interrupted by Jamie Prime. "What are you even talking about, man?! You sent me the letter! You led me here!"

Sloooooowly, the door cracks open. Jamie Junior looking through the crack back at them and pointing a sawn-off shotgun through the space. He's earded like a back woods survivalist. The M inked into his flesh. Fear clear to see in his eyes. "You're not him."

"No, man. I'm me. I'm you. We need to sort this." He already knows who Junior is talking about. The fear gripping his insides like an icy fist. The botched Gotham job. The robbers claiming Jamie set it up. The Rogue Dupe framing him. It isn't Junior like he suspected. "Not him. But I need you to help get him. Lorna's just here to make sure you don't flatten prime Genoshan real estate. Aren't you, Lorna?"

Polaris has posed:
Lorna arched a brow, but held her tongue as prime and duplicate went back and forth through the door. At least with her there, she was fairly certain she could stop a bullet coming through and killing Jamie. Along with anything else... at least she hoped. She was a heavy hitter when it came to powers in an X-team. But it had been far too long since the Princess had been the lone powerhouse on the field of play.

Sure Jamie could take care of himself.. but there were more powers on the streets of Genosha than there were currently duplicates of her friend around. And those weren't numbers that Lorna felt particularly content with. Still, she kept her senses peeled particularly as 'Junior' spoke of some guy stabbing people with guns and nanites. She pursed her lips together, eyebrows furrowing sharply. As she mouthed another silent 'What?'

Which is about when the door cracked open and the duplicate peeked out. She huffed a breath and rolled her eyes. "I'm here to make sure that the innocent people in this hotel don't get blown sky high with whatever you're packing." She drawled, shifting her weight back on her heels. "If I wanted to hurt you, I'd have blown down the door, and moved on with my life."

Multiple Man has posed:
These kinds of arguments are almost common place around Jamie. Him and his cadre of Madri always seeming at odds with eachother while simultaneously being all of nearly identical mind. This one? This takes the cake. He's tense. Ready to take a dive off the side of the railing if need be. Long drop but Lorna has his back. He's starting to really, really count on that right now.

Lorna's silent question is met with the near defeated sag of his shoulders and the drop of chin to chest. He takes in a deep, chest filling breath and lets it out in a weary sigh. Junior seems to be more informed than Jamie right now and Madrox OG haaaates that. Voice low, small, he explains for the Mutant Princess backing his mad play. "Few weeks back, Vi and I were in Gotham. Stopped at a bank and the place got knocked over. The gunmen all pointed at me as the guy who set it all up. I thought that was Junior here."

Dropping the shotgun from the crack in the doorway, Junior grunts with annoyance. "That's because He wants to be the Prime. Killing you and enslaving -us- is his way to that." Door chain rattling, Jamie Junior opens the door wide. Standing there in a hotel bath robe, boxers and untied combat boots, he scowls at the two. "Get in here. I can't be out there in the open."

Raking a hand back tbrough his wild, overgrown hair, Jamie Junior offers Lorna a lopsided, half crazed grin. "Shaped charges. Minimal structural damage. Even bought out the neighboring rooms. Oh. They're gonna charge you for the walls I knocked down, Jamie." He says before walking into the chaotic mess of a room. It looks like a low rent revolutionary stockpile. House Keeping has clearly been elsewhere.

Polaris has posed:
Lorna tilted her head to the side as the conversation continued and Jamie tried to keep her in the loop by telling her bits of background information. She was really rather behind on reports, if there was any to read about it, but she accepted what Jamie told her with a slow nod of her head and another sweep of her surroundings. The dupe's worry had sunk into her own movements, and she kept a paranoid sense about them. Even as he dropped the shotgun from the doorway and beckoned them into the room.

"And it sounds like you can't be in the open either Jamie.." She pursed her lips together, and stepped inside, waving the door shut behind her as she swept her gaze over the explosive devices that Junior Jamie told her were quite limited in scope at least in terms of damage to the rest of the resort. She hmm'ed under her breath, "Why here? Why a resort in the middle of Genosha? Wouldn't it be smarter to go to ground in the middle of nowhere?" She drawled, glancing between Jamie and Junior again.

Multiple Man has posed:
As per the usual Madrox Modus Operandi, there were no collected reports at the school. He'd told nobody in the X-Men. Only Vi and a couple Robins knew so far. He wanted to sort this fast. Clearly that wasn't an option anymore and Jamie Junior seems to have caught onto that critical detail quite earlier than Jamie Prime. "Sometimes when my Dupes, like Junior here, spend enough time away? They tend to get a little more independent." Junior barks a sharp laugh before stopping at the wetbar to take a rip from some insanely intricate smoking device. Coughs uproariously and holds up a finger. "We get smarter too." Jamie Prime rolls his eyes. "And they start to stink." He says in retort.

"Starting to see that point too, Lorna." He agrees. With a huff, Jamie looks about the room. The walls covered in scrawled notes, pinned pages and colored strings. A convoluted information web all leading back to a picture of Jamie Madrox himself. Jamie knows what he has to do. Junior, moving to clear his internet browser history, seems to as well.

"Surrounded by militant mutants and no extradition policy? Yeah, weird, right? The resort? Oh, I just liked the pool. So I blackmailed the owner and now I have a command center." Junior says before triumphantly hitting the Enter key and un-incriminating himself. "Middle of nowhere? I could get got and nobody would have a clue. Here? I'd make noise."

Jamie Prime, making himself a cup of coffee, upnods to Lorna and waggles an empty cup in offering. "So we merge. We go after the bastard. Turn the tables. I need what you know, Junior." Jamie Junior nods in agreement. "You're gonna need a lot more than that. You're gonna need the Brotherhood too." Madrox Prime narrowed his eyes in suspicion. Jamie Junior? Manic smile and rapid nods. "Oh you will."

Polaris has posed:
Lorna arched a brow upward, taking up position by the doorway and sweeping her gaze about the room. From the odd map of intricately woven threads to the wetbar and back to the two Jamies. She listened, but was clearly not on the same wavelength as the other two in the room. She didn't know what 'had to be done', she hadn't the faintest clue.

"Not everyone here is a 'militant mutant', Genosha is home to more refugees and families than anywhere else." She drawled, and pushed off from the door's frame. She shook her head at the offered empty cup. Whatever else she was going to say ended as Junior stated that Jamie would need the Brotherhood. She froze, blinked and glanced between the two.

"What? Excuse me, but why would Jamie need the Brotherhood? They don't try to take out hits on mutants. And I'm sorry, but I'm kind of lost here." Her father had just started up his ties again to the Brotherhood, and she still had no idea why, or what for. It wasn't like the old man regularly kept his heir informed.

Multiple Man has posed:
With Lorna at the door, Jamie felt a little more secure in this explosive penthouse suite. Quite the barrier between him and possible disintegration and or jail time. Or so he really, really hoped. A nod of acceptance was given when she turned down the cheap yet ruthlessly strong coffee. After pouring himself a styrofoam cup, he took a sil and hissed as if stung. "Jesus. Is this coffee or jet fuel?" He asks. Jamie Junior shurgs and gives a little hand wobble as if he wasn't exactky sure himself.

"Right. That." Junior says with a snap-point at Lorna. "And I'm totally a refugee so it all works out. Well. Worked out. I'm not a zombie, so that's pretty nice." Jamie Prime takes another sip off his coffee, coughs and sets it aside before going to the center of the room. Taking it all in. The walls and their mad collection of conspiracy and truth holding him captive as 'Junior' continues rambling at the royalty in the room.

"Well, first and foremost, he needs me. What's in my head. Otherwise we're all as good as screwed. Do you want to be up to your eyes in Madri? Because that's what He wants." The haggard, wild haired and wilder eyed Dupe nearly knocks into Jamie as he rushes past to point at the wall. "That is why. The X-Men, The Avengers, Hell even the Justice League. Not equipped or even close to the right mind set to shut this down." Clapping his hands, he makes a grabby motion at Jamie until he's given a cigarette from Madrox OG. "If He becomes the Prime, it's all over from there. Complete global tyranny. Millions upon Millions of Madri. All stomping across borders and ripping down flags. Why do we need the Brotherhood for that? Because pulling punches is going to get us all drowned in bad jokes and fascist dictatorship."

A brow arched, Jamie Prime looks at his near feral Dupe. "You're nuts. You're completely nuts."

Polaris has posed:
Lorna listened, and kept most of her focus trained on the surrounding area of the resort, ready for anything else that might come storming up the stairs. She reached out with her powers, and with a small wave of her hand, the fire alarm she'd engaged earlier was turned off. She glanced at the two Madri and shrugged once, "We've got a limited amount of time to do whatever it is that you're planning, gentlemen. The Genoshan fire department will be here shortly, if aren't already down the block. And people will need an explanation. Never mind that if someone is really trying to off you Jamie, this place is hardly secure." She murmured, and glanced back at the 'coffee' that Jamie tried and coughed. The Princess couldn't help but feel little better about having turned a cup down.

"You know Roberto thinks my father is running a fascist dictatorship, so I mean.. really.." She drawled, trying and failing at making light of whatever the situation was. She still didn't entirely //get// it. Other than a dupe of Jamie's wanted to replace him somehow. She wasn't entirely sure how that worked, but oh well.

"Nuts or not, are you going to do whatever you came here for Jamie?"

Multiple Man has posed:
The silence following the lack of an emergency alarm was positively deafening. With the resort mostly evacuated, it's probably more quiet now than it has been since a brief shut down during the revolution. "Thank you!" Both men shout in relieved unison. With Lorna pointing at the proverbial game clock, Jamie grumbles to himself. He needed the memories that Junior had. But he really didn't want the baggage that came with it this time. Faced with a difficult decision but no alternative, Jamie Madrox relents. "Fine. Let's get this done. I'm going to need a long shower after this." He says newr sullenly. The Dupe? Obvious and complete relief. "It's about time. Hey, how's Guido?" He asks with a too wide, cheerily crazed grin.

"He's fine." Jamie Prime states bluntly. "Roberto isn't exactly wrong." He says before letting out a heavy, centering breath. This was set to be a wild ride. Reaching out with his right hand, Jamie beckons his Duplicate closer. Junior simply ceases to be. Turning into a chaotically colorful mist, he's broken down at the atomic level. The cloud hitting Jamie and sinking through his clothes. His skin. His soul, if you believe in such a thing. It's disorienting. The flood of memories and knowledge, skills and flaws that rush in and fill the void that was left when the Dupe originally went off the grid. A shuddering wave drops him to his knees. It's not like absorbing new Dupes. It's a whole other ball game.

Going still, Jamie sucks in a sharp breath as it all starts falling into place. The Rogue Dupe. The robberies. The murders. The kidnappings. The bodies of comatose Dupes laid out on surgical tables in a neat row. Looking up to Lorna with bloodshot, tear filled eyes and a scowl, Jamie reaches out for a helping hand. "I need to talk to your father. He's not targeting just humans. He's looking to replace every Mutant too. With me. We gotta get outta here. Fast."

Polaris has posed:
Lorna arched a brow as both thanked her, as if the noise was //that// big a deal. The alarm was annoying, sure, but she'd heard worse. Of course, she didn't have particularly powerful ears so that was likely just her opinion... One too many sulky days as a teenager blasting rock music on her headphones likely. She shrugged, and with a flick of her wrists, pulled the metal back from the more armored set up to its basic jewelry state. Once again leaving her in a more relaxed look.

"We have a parliament, and a council. The monarchy is hardly all powerful." She huffed and rolled her eyes. Still the green haired woman simply kept her position, watching and hardly interfering with Jamie and Junior. At least not until Jamie sank down to his knees, and then she was dropping down to his side and offering him an arm to help him up if he needed.

"Oh wonderful." She sighed, slamming a hand down on her wrist communicator. "We're going to need a portal out of here asap and to the palace please." She wasn't going to deal with the crowd that no doubt was gathering outside. That would only expose them and slow them down. Better to just get them informed via the proper channels from the palace.

Better to get somewhere secure at least. "Sorry, you're gonna have to deal with another portal or two."