Character musings

...or something like it.

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[Random thing] Ohh, oh -- oh those su~mmer n~ights! ...and days.
Dorky!Peter is love.
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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[...She...should probably say more than that, shouldn't she.


...Maybe that...]

I do not..."play well with others."

[All said in her usual flat tones. There's no pride, no condescension, no...anything, really, though she does look a little down and away as she says that last bit.]

[She raises her eyebrows at that first part.] You could've fooled me.

[And then she reaches into the net with a foot, nudging the balls free.] Ah, well. If you kick anyone else's butt half as badly as you just kicked mine, it's no surprise people might be a little intimidated. Guys are especially like that, y'know? They can't stand losing. [She glances over her shoulder with a smirk.

A joke, strange girl. Have one.]

[X does not understand jokes most of the time. This is one of those times. :|]

Yes. The male ego is purportedly a delicate entity, and their testosterone levels heighten their competitive drive, often resulting in overemotional or illogical behavior.

[...Attempt at engaging in small-talk, Laura makes one. Aaaaand fails at it miserably, lol. Not that she knows that--clueless = very yes.]

Though I have found that females are more inclined to bear grudges, increasing their threat factor by 65%.

[She'll assist with the balls, helping to line them up, then moving to take Claire's place in the goal.]

[Her eyebrows rise a little higher at all that.]

...Oh. [It's a delayed response, since she's not entirely sure how to reply. The girl didn't sound sarcastic, at any rate.

She considers the latter statement.]
That does make sense. [She moves to take the offensive position, adjusting the first ball with a tap of her shoe and briefly studying Laura's stance for a hint of some strategy.] Kinda throws a wrench in all those evolutionary theories, huh? About males being the bigger threat in nature.

[Another joking smile, and then she takes the ball with her several steps before delivering a solid kick, aiming for the bottom right corner of the goal.]

......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.

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