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dualislogs2019-11-23 06:00 am
ferrokinetically) wrote in dualislogs2019-11-23 06:00 am
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Forget about the dirty looks
WHO: Lorna + Drifter be_notorious
WHAT: Power parkour
WHERE: Random parts of the city because they're cool
WHEN: Night, 11/23
WARNINGS: Probably nothing?
One of the constants in Lorna's turbulent life was the fact that she had always embraced her powers. Maybe that came from the fact that she'd been the village freak before her powers manifested. A little green haired girl with a lot of issues just didn't fit in a rural farming town that didn't even have high speed internet. Imagine that? Growing up without high speed internet in this day in age. Basically torture. That's sure as hell how she'd seen it: pure torture. And she'd let herself wallow in the whole torture of it all like any teen that'd just gotten their first My Chemical Romance CD. Damn it was embarrassing to look back on.
Still, small town had never left her with much freedom when it came to her powers. That didn't mean she didn't use them. She sure as hell did, but she had dear old Dad to get her out of police shit back then. As an adult, she hadn't had that connection. Fact was, the connection actually worked the opposite now. Being known as a terrorists daughter in an age where one more little push would send mutants and humans into all out war, well, it didn't tick off any bonus points in her Sentinel Forces file. Which was fine by her, the file was big enough now without adding to it. End result was the same though: little chance to be too showy with her powers. Gotta keep a low profile when you're on the run.
Sucked. Really sucked actually. And it meant she never got the chance to really let loose. Or do one of the thing she loved the most: fly. It was different here though. Here it seemed almost like people just didn't care about the people that were different. Maybe it was because everybody was sort of different here. Or maybe it was just meant to give them a false sense of safety. The reason didn't matter much to her. Never did.
The new found freedom hadn't completely sunk in yet with her though so she kept most of her practice contained to night. That's when she put on her steel toed boots and metal bracelets and went out to play around. Which was exactly what she was doing tonight. There's a green mist snaking around her wrists and ankles as she glides from building to building. She slows down on one particular high building and then starts descending down, touching the side of a building with one foot to push her towards the other. She does a spin as she touches down on the ground and then looks back up, idly wondering how fast she could make it back up.
be_notoriousWHAT: Power parkour
WHERE: Random parts of the city because they're cool
WHEN: Night, 11/23
WARNINGS: Probably nothing?
One of the constants in Lorna's turbulent life was the fact that she had always embraced her powers. Maybe that came from the fact that she'd been the village freak before her powers manifested. A little green haired girl with a lot of issues just didn't fit in a rural farming town that didn't even have high speed internet. Imagine that? Growing up without high speed internet in this day in age. Basically torture. That's sure as hell how she'd seen it: pure torture. And she'd let herself wallow in the whole torture of it all like any teen that'd just gotten their first My Chemical Romance CD. Damn it was embarrassing to look back on.
Still, small town had never left her with much freedom when it came to her powers. That didn't mean she didn't use them. She sure as hell did, but she had dear old Dad to get her out of police shit back then. As an adult, she hadn't had that connection. Fact was, the connection actually worked the opposite now. Being known as a terrorists daughter in an age where one more little push would send mutants and humans into all out war, well, it didn't tick off any bonus points in her Sentinel Forces file. Which was fine by her, the file was big enough now without adding to it. End result was the same though: little chance to be too showy with her powers. Gotta keep a low profile when you're on the run.
Sucked. Really sucked actually. And it meant she never got the chance to really let loose. Or do one of the thing she loved the most: fly. It was different here though. Here it seemed almost like people just didn't care about the people that were different. Maybe it was because everybody was sort of different here. Or maybe it was just meant to give them a false sense of safety. The reason didn't matter much to her. Never did.
The new found freedom hadn't completely sunk in yet with her though so she kept most of her practice contained to night. That's when she put on her steel toed boots and metal bracelets and went out to play around. Which was exactly what she was doing tonight. There's a green mist snaking around her wrists and ankles as she glides from building to building. She slows down on one particular high building and then starts descending down, touching the side of a building with one foot to push her towards the other. She does a spin as she touches down on the ground and then looks back up, idly wondering how fast she could make it back up.
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She pushes a foot off a wall and uses her abilities to glide along it absentmindedly as she thinks about the last little bit he said. The little paranoid cogs in her head start turning and she pushes her feet back and forth faster against the wall. The movements are odd and almost like she's making herself into a human yo-yo going back and forth.
"Wouldn't that be hilarious if that was it?" She let out a dark sounding chuckle. "That maybe the Head brought us all here to make perfect robot clones with us and that's the big cure: replacing us with robot clones."
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It's worse than it being paranoia, when it's true.
"My philosophy is? Whatever can be wrong? Probably is wrong. So we gotta be ready for it all."
He actually doesn't even doubt that's it. But he's only investigated by so much.
"So, Sister? How do you feel about someone lookin' for a way to protect themselves and others, powers or no. Because if your ability lets you key in on some high quality metals? I could use your help."
He drifts after her, but he has to skip once to keep up the momentum.
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She chuckles at his statement. "Good philosophy to have. Some people call that paranoia though." Not that she's a stranger to being called paranoid. It's pretty common actually.
"Everyone needs to be ready to protect themselves here." And anyone that didn't agree with that sentiment is probably doomed to die anyway. "Lucky enough, my ability does just that. I can detect different metals, usually can figure out what they are, and can get a map of the area it's located in." Map isn't the right word exactly, but it's close enough to what she can do. Gets the point across. "Can also detect trace elements in people usually. And pull things out of them." But that's a bit messy sometimes.
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"If my ghost was workin' right, I'd stand a better chance. For some reason, it's like neither one of us can get our heads around it."
But hell, if someone else can help him out with it? That'd make things infinitely easier. And at least he was smart enough not to spout the sentiment on the network.
"Alright. I need somethin' real sturdy. We're talkin' rocket launcher sturdy. Believe me, I can reforge it, I gotta just get my hands on the raw frame materials. Step one, anyway. I uh... got a backlog," he chuckles.
He's got enough for smaller stuff. Scrap's doing fine. It's that bigger stuff he's running into trouble with.
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"Big plans." She quirks and eyebrow and gives a flash of a smirk. "Sturdy shouldn't be hard to identify. Got any idea where to start looking though?"