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robothell2015-04-09 12:14 am
myownbestfriend) wrote in robothell2015-04-09 12:14 am
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[open] this sort of thing is supposed to be a Fantastic Four problem blast it
Who: Emma Frost and Whoever
Where: Crater, Forum, and ???
When: I feel like I should be measuring this by people's injuries or relationship travails but I got nothin'.
What: Emma does not like your stupid planet but has noticed something's up.
Warnings: Emma is v. unpleasant.
A - The Crater
Emma was extremely unimpressed to find herself suddenly not looking out over the Golden Gate Bridge. This wasn't Utopia. This wasn't even Earth. She knew that from the perfect psychic silence broken only by a few individual notes from a handful of minds, even the low background hum of San Francisco absent entirely.
But there was something else, a vast diffuse sense of presence that Emma instinctively shied from, slamming her mental shields into place as soon as she realized the source--or lack of source. Alone on an alien world was not the time to take risks.
That sentiment also led her to give the energon deposit a wide berth. Nothing good came of green glowing nonsense. Emma made for the ruined city, impractical white cape billowing behind her as she strode across the uneven ground as confidently as if it were Rodeo Drive. The inconvenient crater wall presented more of a problem, but after frowning at it for a moment, she changed into her secondary form, changing in a flash to a woman sculpted of diamond, and started jumping up the side in effortless 10-foot hops.
B - The Forum
Cities were alive, or should be, each of them with their own psychic voice, the sum and more of its inhabitants' minds giving rise to something new. This one, though. This one was a corpse. In that dead silence, it was easy to follow the pull to the forum. As soon as Emma allowed them to, her feet carried her there of their own accord. All things here bent towards that one place. Even the psi-blind should be able to feel it, she thought, whether or not they could put a name to their compulsion.
Emma stopped at the terminal and its mysterious loop of images, craning her neck to watch them flash in silence for several minutes, piecing together a fragmented story of the world's past. "All right, then," she said, quite certain she was addressing something capable of hearing. "What do you want?"
C - Wildcard
Roll your own. Emma doesn't have much to do besides wander. I don't even know why I gave this its own cut.
OOC: Emma is an extremely powerful telepath, and since they're living beings, her talent will absolutely work on giant space robots. However, if you prefer, it can just not come up, because no power is written as inconsistently as psi I mean goddamn. Please let me know what extent of telepathy is okay, including "none at all."
Where: Crater, Forum, and ???
When: I feel like I should be measuring this by people's injuries or relationship travails but I got nothin'.
What: Emma does not like your stupid planet but has noticed something's up.
Warnings: Emma is v. unpleasant.
A - The Crater
Emma was extremely unimpressed to find herself suddenly not looking out over the Golden Gate Bridge. This wasn't Utopia. This wasn't even Earth. She knew that from the perfect psychic silence broken only by a few individual notes from a handful of minds, even the low background hum of San Francisco absent entirely.
But there was something else, a vast diffuse sense of presence that Emma instinctively shied from, slamming her mental shields into place as soon as she realized the source--or lack of source. Alone on an alien world was not the time to take risks.
That sentiment also led her to give the energon deposit a wide berth. Nothing good came of green glowing nonsense. Emma made for the ruined city, impractical white cape billowing behind her as she strode across the uneven ground as confidently as if it were Rodeo Drive. The inconvenient crater wall presented more of a problem, but after frowning at it for a moment, she changed into her secondary form, changing in a flash to a woman sculpted of diamond, and started jumping up the side in effortless 10-foot hops.
B - The Forum
Cities were alive, or should be, each of them with their own psychic voice, the sum and more of its inhabitants' minds giving rise to something new. This one, though. This one was a corpse. In that dead silence, it was easy to follow the pull to the forum. As soon as Emma allowed them to, her feet carried her there of their own accord. All things here bent towards that one place. Even the psi-blind should be able to feel it, she thought, whether or not they could put a name to their compulsion.
Emma stopped at the terminal and its mysterious loop of images, craning her neck to watch them flash in silence for several minutes, piecing together a fragmented story of the world's past. "All right, then," she said, quite certain she was addressing something capable of hearing. "What do you want?"
C - Wildcard
Roll your own. Emma doesn't have much to do besides wander. I don't even know why I gave this its own cut.
OOC: Emma is an extremely powerful telepath, and since they're living beings, her talent will absolutely work on giant space robots. However, if you prefer, it can just not come up, because no power is written as inconsistently as psi I mean goddamn. Please let me know what extent of telepathy is okay, including "none at all."
no subject
"Not to the terminal. To the planet." She gestured widely to encompass the world, arm sweeping her cape aside. "It's self-aware."
no subject
Cammi looked at the ground under her feet with a mixture of disgust and fascination as she shifted her weight to balance on her heels. It was weird to know she was walking on something that had a mind of it's own, or whatever it had.
"So is it pissed off?"