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Daydream. The spectral voice replayed in the memory of the iceclone which was now Sam’s memory. So she wasn’t a ghost or at least maybe her power was to ghost? Astral projection? At least it wasn’t magic. He was sick of dealing with that. ”Trouble it is.” he nodded his head and then introduced himself by tapping his chest, ”I’m Sam.” he said not sure if he introduced himself yet.

”No, they don’t feel it. They are made of ice.” he looked to where the ice clone was, a few pieces remained but they would melt in the sunlight and the heat from the season. It was then she explained what her powers were. She healed and astral projected. Which explained her body being dragged around. No magic. Good.

”No.” he said in response to him being injured, ”I’m pretty good at not getting hit. Ice helps.” he might have been hit a few times but the ice armor protected him and kept him out from most of the danger. Harder to hit a moving target. ”He tried.” Sam said watching ‘trouble’ to see if she still seemed out of it. Healing or not head injuries were never something to take lightly seeing as he experienced one or two recently.

”Uhhhh...” was he response to getting a drink. He was supposed to stay sober. It had been at least a week since his last drink. Before he could give her an answer she started to walk towards where the goon was that had attacked her. There were many reasons as to why that was a bad idea but he was curious to see where this went. Maybe it would give the X-leader an idea as to why she was attacked.

Sam chuckled when she lifted the wallet and removed the money. The chuckling stopped when the man threatened her again. Some of the ice climbed up further over the man’s mouth making it more difficult to threaten her.

”.... coffee... first round.” he said. Cora wouldn’t mind. He was making sure she was in the right state of mind. She was just attacked after all.

The icemancer still dizzy from everything looked back to the apparently asleep cultist. ”Fair enough, just... you stabbed a guy in the head.” he said pointing at him. His hands still on his knees. When Sam stabbed people in the head... there was no coming back from that. The demon was proof.

Wiping his mouth and standing up he waved it off. ”Doc will patch me up just fine.... her?” he was alive, and moving. That was enough for him. He could get back to the mansion. Or call for a ride if he couldn’t make it there but that was something to be dealt with later. Now he was focused on the former hostage.

She seemed in shock still but Rex was handling it. ”Already on it.” he said tapping the wrong ear as he spoke. ”This is Sam Joh-” he shook his head and tapped the other ear where the radio was. ”This is Sam Johnson of the X-men. I need an ambulance and a few squad cars at...” he spotted the street signs nearby. Half of it was missing but he managed to figure it out and explain what happened.

When he was done calling it in he looked back to Rex and the woman, ”We’ll wait with you. No need to worry about... whatever it was they were trying to summon. Took care of it.” he said a little proudly. Sam Johnson... Demon slayer.

This time he was ready for it. The explosion launched him, ice rapidly shifted towards the point of origin of the explosion and worked its way up resolidifying the armor. At least it wasn’t a shockwave, the ice would have been next to useless.

Landing in a roll he stumbled and then fell on his side wincing as he felt another shock to the body. The burns from the first explosion lit up causing pain where they were located. ”****!!!!” he grunted out through gritted teeth. He was alive, the pain told him that much. It was also momentary, Doc could heal him. His head swam and the icemancer looked up to see... Rex with a fire sword in the guys head.

Did... Rex just stab a guy in the head? Good. One less cultist mystic. The world needed less of it. At least now he didn’t have to repay the favor for hitting Sam with the same explosive spell twice. A third time would have just been embarrassing.

”She alright?” Sam asked grunting and pushing himself up, the armor fell around him revealing his burns and injuries. ”He dead?” Sam staggered over to the pair and looked to the woman. ”You’re safe. Rex saved you.” he pointed to Rex and then placed his hands on his knees and threw up.

”Hate magic.” he muttered as he finished.

The ice fully encased his body now, including his face as he studied the downed woman. Clearly a head injury. She seemed dazed, Sam was about to move her then she spoke.

>”Huh?”

”You’re gonna be okay.” he said calmly. His attention was on her but his thermal sense painted a picture of everything going on around him. Someone approached. A man. Big. Not Hercules big but big enough where he knew he was out classed in the weight department.

The icemancer didn’t bother turning to look until he was spoken to by a voice that didn’t match the shape. It seemed distant. Sam wasn’t sure if he heard correctly then watched as the woman’s body started to move as if it was dragged by an invisible force.

”I don’t have time for Ghosts.” he said to himself really wishing he had his flask with him. Maybe after.... no. Sam sighed loudly clearly irritated by the whole situation. She had a head injury and had to be helped.

>>> "Walk away pal. My business is with the girl. Not you. No need to ruin that pretty face of yours."

”Well... no... It’s with me now.” he said stepping forward in between them as he moved the ice armor remained in place until Sam stepped out of it fully. The armor now an identical ice clone of Sam placed a frozen hand on the back of the woman’s head.

Out of his armor he folded his arms. ”Thanks for the compliment, what do you want with her?” not that it would help the man out in this situation.

It was his fault. Everything was his fault. He should have just blasted the guy with an ice beam and not even given Svetlana a chance for dialogue. He was rushing this now and the second the man ducked under him he saw the blade dig into the ice. It wasn’t much but with the momentum of both of them there was enough.

The tip of the blade penetrated the icemancer’s flesh and Sam, the X-man dropped to the ground after a bright flash. His vision faded and he felt like his body was being tortured again with electricity. His body locked up and started to seize on the ground. His armor cracked and broke in some points as shards of ice shot up around the downed fighter. Teeth rattled and the temperature around them dropped further and rapidly as Sam started losing control of himself along with his powers that were amplified by Sveta not long before.

The clones however looked to each other, nodded and both ran into action. The first one got up from missing Travis ran over to the icemanacer and tried to pin him to the ground while the other ran in the direction of Svetlana. “Run” was all it said as it tried to stand in between the icemancer and his vigilante friend.

Both clones were acting independently from Sam who was still seizing on the ground. Spikes of ice shot up around him every time his hands or feet flailed. The clone pressed down trying to prevent more movement. Not the best thing to do with someone seizing but they both knew what the icemancer would have wanted. His powers out of control meant he was a danger. If it proceeded too long they knew what to do.

It was weird having this many people on the team in the room and not be in the war room or prepping to get into the X-jet. It was weird but nice. They were the closest thing Sam had to an actual family seeing this many people he trusted with his life (and Carrick) in the same room. The icemancer had a smirk on his face he had a hard time getting rid of. Even if the mansion was still in the middle of the repairs.

The iceclone who was flipping bacon reached in and flipped the last bit of the meat making sure it was crispy. No one liked soggy bacon. From across the room Sam waved his hand over to the clone who finished putting the last bit on a plate and brough it over to the table with the other food and set it before breaking down into smaller ice crystals and fading away.

Sipping his coffee, he found a place towards the head of the table. Not the head of the table but next to it. The head of the table was for the leader of the team, a position Sam didn’t think he had earned. Nor did he want the job. He was better off leading a smaller team, that was where he belonged.

Setting his mug down Sam counted the chairs, then looked back to his phone and figured out how many extra ones they would need. Lenna wasn’t coming either. One less chair but he made note to mention the young telekenetic so the others knew who was on the team.

Now was the waiting game for everyone to finish cooking and setting up before the breakfast could begin.