Character musings

...or something like it.

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[Random thing] Ohh, oh -- oh those su~mmer n~ights! ...and days.
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its_game_time wrote in transgenicprose
Initially, this was intended as a playground post locked to some newcomer players, but after typing up these threads, I decided what the hey, I'll make them public and open to whoever. For the most part. Why not.

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......Poor Claire. |D; She, uh. Might end up 0 for 6 here...if that's okay with you, lol.

[Jean Grey, Codename: Phoenix - Considered by many to be the most powerful mutant in existence. Emotional, unstable, possibly immortal.

Wanda Maximoff, Codename: Scarlet Witch - Possesses the ability to radically alter reality; directly responsible for M-Day and the possible future extinction of mutantkind, named by some homo superior. Highly dangerous, powers unstable and often beyond her control.

Kimura - History unknown; taken in by the Facility and assigned to be X-23's handler. Highly dangerous, distinct psychopathic tendencies. I cannot hurt her, I cannot fight her, I cannot win, I cannot--]

......Yes, it does.

[...Assuming you meant...right as Claire sees it Laura lunges to the left, punches the ball away fairly easily, and is moving back towards the center of the net within seconds.]

ahaha~ totes cool with me

[.......That was just a warm-up shot, mmkay.

With considerably less speed than Laura moved before, but still quick enough to say she knows what she's doing, Claire moves to the next ball and gives it a wide kick towards her left, aiming for the outside of Laura's goal -- and then backtracks a second later to kick the next one straight ahead with a slight rightward curve, this one coming in low.]

Again I say it: poor Claire. |D;;;

[Laura's eyes track the first ball, determining that it will bounce off the goalpost and end up more or less in front of Claire again, which makes intercepting the other ball the priority. She moves to her left, lashing out a quick kick that sends the ball sailing away and to the side, away from Claire; half a second later, X's back in the center of the goal, her intensely-narrowed gaze steady on the redhead.]

[Not missing a beat, she addresses the one that bounces back first, kicking it towards the center -- which proves useless when Laura moves back a second later -- before taking the last ball, running forward with it several steps, feigning a left, and then giving it a sharp kick to her right, aiming for the very corner of the goalpost.]


[Laura easily punches away that ball Claire kicked straight back to her, then tenses, watching her opponent intently, unblinkingly.

She doesn't fall for the feint--doesn't move at all, staying at the ready in the middle of the goal until just after Claire's kicked that last ball. Then she dives to the side, and while a normal goalie's reach would probably still have been too short, even if they could've moved as fast as X...normal goalies don't have adamantium-coated claws in their hands to give them a few extra inches of reach. And since she's attempting to "play nice" the last second, Laura turns her wrist so that the ball bounces, undamaged, off the side of her claws.

Then, catching herself with her other hand, she turns her dive into an impossible-looking one-handed half-sideways flip, ending in a low crouch, but with her feet completely under her. Her claws have already snapped back out of sight, and she scans the immediate area, alert in case of any further shots on goal.]


[Claire was planning on trying to retrieve one of the balls that were knocked away, going for a last-ditch effort while Laura's putting that fancy footwork into that last block--

--but when those claws come out, she can't help half-stumbling to a stop and... well, staring, for lack of a politer term.]

[2/2] ffff you KNEW that had to get a reaction, lolol

[...and ah, well, she's still staring.

But those things are gone as quick as they appeared, so for a second she wonders if she was just seeing things -- but given the kinds of things she's seen since That Night, Claire's pretty far past doubting what her senses tell her and doesn't give her imagination too much credit these days.

...And she was warned that there were some... unique ones here. And honestly, disappearing claws aren't the weirdest possibility.

She's stopped going for that stray ball -- but all the same, she's not about to be so tactless as to call out what she saw, so... after a moment, she just gives a friendly smile, even if it looks a bit distracted.]

I... think it's fair to say that was pretty one-sided. Good work.


[X has been around enough 'normal humans' to know when her status as a mutant has caused them to wonder if they really saw what they thought they saw. And while her abilities are not, in and of themselves, among the flashiest that X-men over the years have is not surprising to her that Claire would be surprised.]

...You are curious as to what I am.

[A simple mistake, though still a foolish one. Laura had forgotten, just for a moment, where she was--that she wasn't at what had been her school, if only for a short time. She had been too concerned with the game, too busy having..."fun" remember who--what some might say--she was.

And while Claire has seemed friendly enough thus far, Laura has seen even gentler-seeming souls turn suddenly hostile and violent when faced with the "danger" of mutants in their midst.

Which means there's a subtle tension in her body now, a readiness for flight, or, should Claire produce a weapon or unexpected non-mutant powers of her own, fight. There is a hint of a gunpowder-scent lingering about the redhead, even if no weapon is visible.]

Edited at 2012-05-25 12:26 am (UTC)

ffffffff (............NO. B|)

[Claire opens her mouth to respond, seems to realize she's not sure what she meant to say, and closes it again.

A couple seconds, and then she tries again.]

Well... "what" you are is putting it pretty... [Bluntly? Rudely? Apathetically?

...Jill would be better at this.]

I mean... yeah, that's not really something I... see a lot.

[Except on Hunters. Tyrants. A couple other choice monsters, but even they don't have retractable claws.]


[Vocal pitch and body language as well as heartrate and other bio-rhythms indicate caution, not anger or true fear. There have been no obvious movements to retreat or call for backup, or to produce any sort of weapon.


...What would Logan say...?


[Ultimately, X settles for a condensed version of the truth. It's probably not what Logan would say, but she's starting to realise that she doesn't necessarily need to pattern herself after him all the time. She needs to "be herself", though what that truly means is still something she's struggling to learn.]

...Where I come from, my species is feared. Under most circumstances, we are not socially accepted. Some refer to us as "homo superior". Others find that offensive and simply call us mutants.

[Laura looks up from watching the last soccer ball roll to a stop, her gaze flat and steady on Claire's face, betraying zero emotion whatsoever.]

I am considered unusual even among the other mutants. There have been...complications regarding my social interactions.


[A look of (harmless) realization crosses her face, and after a moment she nods.]

I met someone here a while back who told me something like that. His name was... Mr. Lensherr, I think. He said he was a mutant, too.

[...And he said some other things, too, things going right in line with what Laura just said about social acceptance.]

So your... [Mutations? Powers?] The kinds of things you can do -- is each one different?


[There's the slightest flicker of recognition on hearing that name--Magneto has been sighted here; current location and alignment are impossible to determine, but he should not be difficult to locate since subtlety is not his typical M.O., and he is unlikely to be hostile towards another mutant; another immediate surveillance sweep of the area is advisable--and her eyes stray towards the door leading back outside. Until Claire asks her question, that is.]

A wide array of mutations exists. [Or did exist, rather, but that information is unnecessary to this conversation.] Some individuals possess similar powers, while others are wholly unique so far as we are aware.

[Claire nods, a gesture of understanding.] That kind of diversity seems kind of common around here, from what I've heard. Hopefully that means it won't be such a big deal.

[It isn't to her, at least, as long as those claws aren't pointed in her direction or anything. Her experience with the superhuman has been anything but positive -- Wesker, Alexia, Tyrants -- but Claire knows firsthand that appearances and DNA are just... things. Features. It's the mind behind them that matters.

Like Steve. Even after he changed, he still...

Her eyes drop, the look in them fleetingly grim, and a second later she redirects them to the ball she was going after previously. Reaching it, she kicks it up into her hands and holds it against her hip; by the time she looks at Laura again, her lighthearted air is back.]

Good game. Maybe we can get a bigger group together sometime and have a real match. [SHE CALLS DIBS ON BEING ON LAURA'S TEAM o/]


[Claire's words seem earnest, and Laura doesn't detect any hint of a lie in her heartbeat. Still, she doesn't feel the need to comment. If things are better here, then they are better. If they are the same, nothing has changed. If they are worse--which seems the most likely in a strange location and situation like this--then Laura will simply deal with it and survive, just as she always has.

...Would Claire, she wonders, qualify as someone we should die for...? She is clearly not a mutant, but she does not seem to be anything other than what she portrays herself as. She does not seem like a bad person.

X tilts her head a bit at the mention of a real match.]

"A real match" would be..."fun."

[She says it almost more like a question, clearly seeking affirmation on this point.]

[That gets a friendly half-grin of agreement] I think it would be. I know a couple people you might get more of a challenge out of, at least.

[...Well, maybe. If she goes up against them all at once?]

I do not know the rules of this game.

[She just copied what Claire did, and what she was doing beforehand when she was practising, so she has a vague idea of the "no hands" rule, though that does not seem to apply to the person keeping the ball out of the net.]

It's pretty much what we did, just with more people. You'd probably get a good idea if you watched a game or two on TV, but we'd just be doing something casual, anyway. Kick ball, score points, try to stop the other team from doing the same thing.

Pretty simple stuff.

[When it's put that way, it does sound pretty easy, but...there must be more to it than that. Still, it is a "game" and thus not a matter of life and death (so far as Laura knows, anyway), so perhaps it will be okay to learn as she plays.]

I...will look forward to this game.

[Once again said a trifle uncertainly, though not nearly so much as before.]

Thank you, Claire.

[Thank you for including her, and for not judging her, calling her crazy, or flipping out in any other way.]

[Claire picks up that there's probably something more to the gratitude than just the game invite, but she just nods, still smiling.] No problem. It's one way to stay sane in this place.

[Not that she's been hit with anything half as bad as what she's heard tale of, but just being stuck anywhere unwillingly is enough to be intimidating. She would know]

Or, you know, if you ever want to just hang out or whatever, I'm pretty sure I'll be around. [Another joke, at least as far as the "being around" part is concerned.]

Edited at 2012-06-03 05:00 am (UTC)

[Sorry Claire, but Laura gets about 5% of jokes. On a good day.

...Today is not a good day, by the way.]

Then you have found a way out.

[Not so much a question this time, but very heavy on the tell me how, and tell me quick tone.]

[Ah, now Claire feels bad. 8(]

Oh--uh, no, sorry. That was a joke.

A bad one.

[She's from Resident Evil, she can't help it. Bad jokes come naturally.]

I do not understand. Suggesting that you have found a way out when you have not is...funny?

[...Like I said, noooot a good day for jokes.]

Well, I... guess it was more... subtle humor. Being stuck here's pretty much a given, so acting like I might not be here was kind of...


Yeah, it was a bad joke. [At least it beats "We sure got to the ROOT of that problem!" after killing a giant plant. :T]

Yes, it was.

[And it's pretty clear from her still-slightly-frowning expression that she still doesn't understand, really, but...she also doesn't really care all that much and she's still feeling the need to see if you can find Magneto SO.]

Magneto--Erik Lensherr--where was your encounter?

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