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Madrox wasn't doing much. Just hanging out on the Cooper farm when suddenly he grabbed his throat and fell to the ground gasping for breath.

Yes... it was a tad dramatic. Then again Jamie isn't one for stoicism when dramatic things happen. ~~That's Cable or Cyclops, Yo.~~

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Mel had just set the girls down for a nap, and had intended to grab herself something to read from the house, but the gasp catches her attention and suddenly she's running.

By the time she comes across Jamie, she has one of her stakes out, just in case.

Jamie shudders a moment or two as his eyes roll back into his head for a second and seems to stop breathing for similar moment of time.

He then springs up from where he's sitting and breathing heavily. He spies Mel looking at him and holds up his hand as he catches his breath.

"Sorry," he says in a raspy voice. "I was-"

Jamie cleared his throat as the absorbed memories of his dead duplicates flooded back into him. "I was attacked in another city."

"Uh..."

Mel looks around, then sheathes her stake in one of her bandoliers.

"Just now?"

"Yeah," Jamie replied and then started coughing a bit before deciding that a demonstration would probably work better.

He slammed his fist on the ground creating a duplicate that stood over him.

"To explain," the duplicate said in a professorial tone, "Our unique genetic structure allows us to absorb kinetic energy and channel it through an unknown process to create identical duplicates of ourselves. Once a duplicate is created I/We can then absorb the duplicate back into ourselves and retain any information or skills that duplicate made have obtained while separated from me/us. Recently this transfer of knowledge know occurs whenever a duplicate dies no matter where or when that duplicate may be. Additionally more and more duplicates have taken on various parts of my/our personality while-"

Jamie pointed his hand at the duplicate and absorbed him back into him. "That's enough of that professor," Jamie groaned as he turned toward Mel. "I'm Jamie Madrox. And yeah. What he said."

Mel listens, then shrugs, with a "huh", which means OK.

"I'm Mel. You think we need to sort out a threat?"

"Maybe," Jamie replied. "That depends. You think a city full of werewolves hunting someone like me is a threat?"

"If it's Metropolis, yeah," she says bluntly. "Much further away and we're talking something more like a rescue mission.

"Werewolves, huh?"

"At least they looked like werewolves to me. And it wasn't Metropolis, it was Las Vegas," Jamie replied. "And if the rescue mission is for the other me I think it's too late for that."

"People changing into wolves?"

That's Mel's definition of werewolves, and she's known a few.

She flinches a little at the reminder this guy just kind of died, but frowns.

"I meant for any one else."

"Yeah. Mostly hairy naked people changing into wolves," Jamie added as he tried to sort through the memories in his head that were just added. "There seemed to be a lot of people there but... most of them just looked pretty beat down."

Mel bites her lip thoughtfully, before suggesting, "Probably worth sending a party in to see if they need help, anyway. Check out the situation."

Jamie frowned. "Yeah. I guess we could do that. We'll need to stay under the radar. I just walked into town and they were all ready and waiting for me."

"How do you stay under a werewolf's radar?" Mel remarks, mildly frustrated. "Rutting things can smell you coming."

"I don't know!" Jamie flailed. "Wear musk? Approach downwind? Distract them by releasing a pack of poodles before we get to town? Hey I was just a guy who got killed walking through town! Do I look like Mr. Strategy guy?"

OK, flailing guys don't help. Used to them as Mel is with Sokka as her brother.

"Sokka'll know. He was friends with one back at the apartments. Maybe have some ideas."

She shakes her head,and looks at Jamie again.

"Sorry - you OK? Need anything?"

Oh yeah, now she realises that being killed might be a little traumatic.

"Something seriously high in alcohol content and a- Did you say friends with a werewolf?" Jamie said finally catching up with what Mel just said about Sokka.

"Dunno if there's any inside," Mel says. "I'll look.

"Yeah, we all were. She didn't go around killing any of us or anything."

"A tame werewolf," Jamie said pulling himself up and heading inside. "Why the heck couldn't I have run into one of those?"

Tame.

Mel - walks with him, she doesn't follow, but she eyes him sideways.

OK,he was just killed by one. She guesses shecan cut him some slack.

"She was just people," she says.

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