[open] this sort of thing is supposed to be a Fantastic Four problem blast it

[myownbestfriend]

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."

Comments

C.

[orerrible]

Anger was a sharp note knocking around the inside of his head; nails digging into the temples, hard to see - hard to think. After he had unexpectedly come up against Tarn every reaction was all a blurred together outlash. Shockwave believed himself capable, to the point of barefaced arrogance, of bringing his own emotions to heel.

Shockwave made it several kilometres into the wasted city when the looming, emptied towers spiraling up around like became overwhelming and whatever composure he cleaved to finally slipped through his fingers. Cybertron he could suffer no longer to be a twisted reminded of everything; his part in Megatron's madcap attempts to play revolutionary. The Regenesis project and every gash cut into the planet that had his brand of calculated cruelty etched into it. Seeing Tarn was just the fire that lit the fuse. A walk amongst the naked bones of the shriveled up remains of Cybertron, chewed and spat back out.

That was it.

Cybertron was his and his to burn. A bellowing howl of frustration that rattled him to the core prelude to a volley of fusion cannon fire pelting the side of an abandoned lecture hall - an academy. The metal walls puckered and melted until Shockwave brutalized the place with his fist. Screams echoing off the walls, Shockwave feeling everything save the fire swelling around him.

B; I'm sorry for this.

[cammiflage]

"I don't know. Real food would be a start."

Cammi peeked out from under one of the large tables that lined The Forum like a lecture hall on a television show. It wasn't like she had much experience with actual lecture halls to be able to tell. Her jacket pockets bulged where she had stored the strange fruit she'd found around Cybertron, because something to eat was better than starving. Even if it was like biting into tin foil, storing it up was just basic survival instinct and Cammi was pretty good at that in her own way.

She took a moment to look Emma up and down before snorting and smiling a little to herself. "What's with the sexy Snow Queen costume? Did I come in the middle of abandoned giant city Halloween?"

Even if there was something slightly off about her and her thoughts, one thing Emma won't find is snide inner comments. Cammi doesn't really know how to do that, how to think about stuff on the inside and keep it to herself. All her inner thoughts usually end up as outer remarks.