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 bad coffee blues, tag; Madeline
JAMES DONOVAN
 Posted: Nov 20 2015, 03:13 PM
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November, 2015



The Legends themselves were not all that bad. They did good deeds around the city, played nice with the media, and acted as a good example of how supers were not something to be feared. Most of them only knew what the other side of the coin was doing in a more abstract sense. It was one thing to read about the exploits of the Domovoy and his merry band of Syndicate thugs, but it was something else entirely to witness or live the brutality. Jimmy had seen what happened to people who crossed the Domovoy. He had seen the leader of the Syndicate kick the shit out of a man for simply sitting at his table. That was the last time Jimmy Donovan set foot in Pravda and the night he decided for sure that he was never going to get involved with the Syndicate anymore than he already was.

Now there was finally someone else in this godforsaken building who understood in concrete terms just how dire the situation was. Madeline MacDougall had not been with the Legends- or even the country- for very long before the Domovoy sunk his claws into her. She was gone for a while, even after she had been found, and Jimmy was not quite sure why she had not high tailed it back to the land of the Queen and James Bond. When he saw her in the lounge, Jimmy nearly just grabbed his coffee and left, but he did not want to be like most of the people around there. He wanted to be a friend- maybe. ”Hey, I’m Jimmy,” he introduced himself casually as he sat down across from her. ”You think you can get someone around here to start buying better coffee? No one likes me, but people seem to want to make you happy lately,” he joked.

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MADELINE MACDOUGALL
 Posted: Nov 22 2015, 05:23 PM
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Despite the iota of ‘street cred’ Maddie had gotten from some of the younger crowd at Legends for having survived an encounter with the Domovoy—and what the bloody hell kind of name was that, anyways—she would have traded it immediately for the opportunity to give the animal who’d done this to her a swift kick in the rear. After a considerable amount of morphine and a lot of time spent in the hands of an orthopedic surgeon, it had been decided that Maddie would live. She would even walk again, though the words ‘permanent limp’ had been tossed around every so often as a possibility. She’d cried hard when the doctors left the room after that.

The Domovoy had not left her without scars.

She would carry reminders of her ordeal on her knee and on her cheek for the rest of her life, from his knife and the shard of mirror that had jutted out from her cheek for hours until a plastic surgeon had finally allowed a shaky resident to remove it. Maddie had only been semiconscious, but she’d heard the whispers. Everyone wanted to know what had happened, everyone had been curious—and she wouldn’t speak a word of it without her partner in the room.

In fact, she vaguely remembered through a drug-induced haze that she’d screamed without pause any time they tried to make Martin leave the room. After a while her vocal chords just gave out, so all she could do was rasp, but some specialist or other had yammered on about permanent damage, at which point Maddie shot a pointed glare at her and kept rasping until they let Martin back into the room.

Maddie was beyond dying now, even if she was still taking a cabinet full of pills every morning to help with the pain—some of which had really messed with her system—but one thing hadn’t gone away. She was mad. She was absolutely bloody furious. And she was scared, too. Martin helped, when he was around, but he had work to do. They’d doubled down on looking for the Domovoy, which meant Martin was needed.

She didn’t want him to see that her hands wouldn’t stop shaking any time she took them out of her lap. She didn’t want anyone to know how terrified she was that the man in the mask would come back and decide to finish the job. She hadn’t so much as set foot outside of the Legends building since she’d come back—and it wasn’t likely to change. She didn’t want to be alone, either. Being alone was what had gotten her in so much trouble before. So she sat with books and music and files on Russian supers in the middle of the Legends facility. Some of her files were ones faxed from her archives at MI-6, dating back to the sixties, though Maddie knew it had been a young man who’d done this to her.

Someone sat down on a couch near her and she looked up, pulling her earbuds out with her good hand. Both of her wrists were bandaged from where her restraints had rubbed the skin raw, and the new scar on her cheek was still pink and tender, and her left leg was encased in a cast that prevented her from A) moving and B) taking a bloody bath, which was absolutely not acceptable. She felt grimy and gross and all she wanted to do was soak away the memory of the man in the mask and the smell of the hospital. Her left arm was stuck in a sling, and she’d had her ribs bandaged as well—there were more bandages on Maddie than there were on a standard mummy.

She tried to smile weakly at the joke from the man—Jimmy, he’d said. “I hope I’ll be getting more out of it than just the ‘I was tortured by the Domovoy and all I got was this t-shirt’ shirt,” she offered. “I mostly drink tea, I’m sorry.”

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JAMES DONOVAN
 Posted: Nov 24 2015, 12:20 AM
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She tried to make a joke, but there was a great deal of pain behind her eyes and the weak attempt at a smile. Not surprising, he had seen what the Domovoy was willing to do to people when he had an audience, he could not even imagine what that monster could do behind closed doors. Jimmy hated the fact that his closest friends were so intertwined with Syndicate bullshit and that there was nothing he could do about it. William followed Dariya, Dariya followed Iryna, and Iryna was so enmeshed with the Domovoy that it made his stomach turn.

”I uh…I don’t know what it’s like- to go through what you did. Fuck, not very many people out there have been face to face with that monster and made it out alive. But I know better than anyone else around here what that asshole is capable of…if you ever need to talk about it,” he offered, though he desperately hoped that Madeline would not want to talk about being tortured by the Domovoy. He was good at cheering people up, however. ”I’m a much better listener when there is beer involved though, I’m afraid. Or whiskey, I don’t discriminate. Whiskey is generally a much better option around here because it’s nice to sneak it into my coffee…which I would never do because drinking while on the job is a bad bad thing,” he grinned. ”You would…never do a thing like that, right?” he asked, reaching into his pocket and flashing the bottle of cheap whiskey he had stashed away on his person.

He inconspicuously poured a healthy amount of whiskey into his coffee and offered the bottle to Madeline with a grin. ”It’ll make you feel better for a little while at least,” he shrugged his shoulders. Jimmy was an expert at drowning his woes in alcohol and drugs, though lately he had been leaning a little more heavily on the alcohol rather than the drugs since he was kept confined to the building while he gained the trust of his comrades in arms.

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MADELINE MACDOUGALL
 Posted: Nov 26 2015, 09:12 AM
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Stiff upper lip. Carry on, old chap. Stoicism and all that.

She’d heard it before. It was the way things were in Britain. Life went on. That was how they fought back—by going on even in the face of tragedy. That was just the way things were done, and for most of her life it was the way she’d done things. But not now. Not this time. This time she didn’t want to go on just as she had done—she wanted to howl. She wanted to cry, she wanted to hit something. She wanted to go take a bloody piece out of the man who’d done this to her.

And instead, she got ‘stiff upper lip’. Instead she got ‘let’s talk about it’. She didn’t want to talk about what happened, she wanted to bloody do something about it. And instead she was stuck on couches and hospital cots with her leg in a bulky cast and her arm in a sling and unable to do anything useful but read. “How do you know what he’s capable of?” she asked. He’d offered this line of conversation, and Maddie seized on it. She wanted to hunt the man down and make him pay—and if she was going to hunt him down, it meant she was going to have to find out as much as she could about him. “What can you tell me about him?”

Her eye snagged on the bottle he pulled from a pocket. “I can get away with anything I like now, nearly,” she said, holding her good hand out for the bottle. Maddie didn’t drink much, as a rule, and she’d only been really drunk once or twice—twice, now she thought about it, there’d been that one time in Poland. But she was in America now, and if she was ever going to get away with it, now was the time.

She took a swig directly from the bottle, holding back a cough at the fire that burned in her lungs. She would not cough. She would be tough. The whiskey did its job, warming her stomach and throat quickly, even if it caused her eyes to water. Maddie handed the bottle back and hid a cough in her fist before clearing her throat. “All right,” she admitted. “Friends, then.” She poured some of the whiskey into her tea before handing the bottle back. “You’re right, that’s much better. Now what can you tell me about the mad bloody Russian?”


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JAMES DONOVAN
 Posted: Nov 29 2015, 05:44 PM
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Jimmy’s jaw dropped and he felt as if he had probably gone and said too much already. How was he going to tell this woman anything that he knew about the Domovoy without putting his friends in danger- namely Dariya, who was entirely innocent- or making it seem as if he was just blowing smoke up poor Madeline’s ass. He was going to have to keep things vague if he did not want to end up dead and stripped of any identifying features at the bottom of the Hudson. Jimmy was skeptical that even the Legends could keep him safe from the wrath of the Syndicate if they felt he had done wrong by them. ”I uh…I saw what happened to the Crimson Knight. You know- that vigilante with the red mask they found hanging from the courthouse? Apparently, he had been getting information from the Domovoy’s lady friend and she got bored with it and told him,” he shrugged his shoulders. Anyone with two brain cells could figure out that talking to Svetlana Bukova about anything was a one way ticket to deadsville, but people insisted on putting themselves on the line anyway when she was on the outs with Yakov Myshkin.

He gasped as the petite young woman took his bottle and drank a healthy amount and pouring even more into her tea before handing him back his whiskey. ”I can’t tell you much, unfortunately,” he frowned and took a sip from his hot Irish coffee. ”I know he’s older than he says, though I’m not sure by how much, and he’s a hard puzzle to crack,” he sighed. Jimmy had looked into the Domovoy when he had first been approached about joining the Syndicate. Nothing about the records he pulled up had made any sense and he wondered if the Domovoy was some sort of title that was passed on rather than the same man. ”The Russians have been talking about a Domovoy for decades and there are some local gangs that are scared shitless of him. He’s some sort of boogeyman and not anyone I want to be on the bad side of,” Jimmy shuddered and shook his head before downing the rest of his coffee. ”As your friend, I suggest you concentrate on getting better and forget about the Domovoy for a while,” Jimmy advised with a wince.

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MADELINE MACDOUGALL
 Posted: Jan 15 2016, 12:17 AM
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Everyone lately had been treating Maddie like she was made of glass. Like she was fragile, breakable, like she would fall apart if she was touched too hard. It was partly true, depending on who was doing the touching, but it didn’t mean she wanted to be treated like glass by anyone. She was angry. And she wanted to do something about it, she wanted to do something to get back at the monster who’d given her so many bloody nightmares.

She would need Martin for it, she knew that. She would need his help to hunt down the Russian bloody bastard, but they could do it. He was smart, after all, and she trusted him absolutely. Even when he was the Colossus, even when he was the most dangerous person she’d ever met, she trusted him with her life. Hadn’t he saved it, after all? It wasn’t enormously shocking that Maddie would want to go after the man who’d hurt her so badly, so she didn’t understand why Jimmy looked so shocked over it.

The bit of gossip she filed away back into a corner of her brain for later. For now, it was an interesting piece of information. She snorted. “What woman would be bloody insane enough to be friendly with that bloody pig?” she asked, shaking her head. After what he’d said, after what he’d done to her, the way he treated her… Maddie had never felt so uncomfortable or so afraid in her life. What woman in her right mind would consent to that?

Evidently Jimmy was easy to shock. Maddie could handle a fair amount of alcohol in her system—she was, after all, Scottish—and frankly, she was feeling more and more like a drink was necessary. She sipped at her tea, relishing the new taste, and tapped her finger thoughtfully against the side of the cup. “He sounds like the bloody Dread Pirate Roberts to me.” Maddie had a weakness for The Princess Bride and the concept of a name that passed from bearer to bearer to preserve a reputation was probably among the cleverest strategies she’d ever heard of. If people had been talking about a Domovoy for years, it was possible that they’d been talking about multiple people and didn’t know it.

“My getting better is going to take months because of that bloody wanker,” she said sharply. “Until I can get back on both feet to hunt him down, I’ll find him through paper. He has a file, I assume?”


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JAMES DONOVAN
 Posted: Jan 22 2016, 10:09 AM
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He had often found himself wondering the same thing about the women who were involved with the Domovoy. Svetlana had issues, that was for sure, and she seemed to be the type of person who was attracted to the fact that he was a very powerful man. Jimmy never really understood why Iryna shacked up with him. She put on this show that she was tough and incapable of being good, but Jimmy could see through all of that. If what had happened between them before he was arrested was any indication, the oldest Kovaleva sister was just as vulnerable and in need of love and care as anyone else. She may have been even more vulnerable than Dariya, and he had previously seen her as being someone he needed to protect. ”There are women who are attracted to his power, I guess. I don’t get it,” he grimaced and sipped his coffee.

Jimmy could not help but to find Madeline all the more endearing once she referenced one of the greatest films ever made. The Princess Bride had been the beginning of the massive crush Jimmy harbored for Mandy Patinkin to this day. ”It could be a situation like that. Maybe passing the title down from father to son since the abilities don’t appear to change at all,” he shrugged his shoulders. Theorizing the origins of the Domovoy might have been a fun topic of conversation if it was not for how dangerous the man was and what he had done to Madeline. ”There are a lot of documents related to him, but it’s a bit of a mess. If you can make sense of it then by all means, but it would be quite the undertaking,” he replied. ”I don’t even know where you would start,” his shoulders slumped in defeat. Of course, he could have just told her about Pravda- but if the feds went in guns blazing it would have been a blood bath. The Domovoy was a slippery guy and would have gotten away somehow, but not before a lot of government agents, Legends, and even some of his own people were killed. If anything happened to Dariya during a fight like that he would not have been able to forgive himself and it would completely break William.

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