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riverviewlogs2018-10-03 09:58 am
OPEN | i know my call.
what: a post canon-update catch-all.
when: throughout october.
where: city-wide.
warnings: discussion of past trauma, violence, and death likely. will update if anything specific.
@ the gym.
[ she's been to the gym before. this gym, even. granted, it's mostly been to swipe an apple from the welcome desk or to sneak in a shower in between greasy sessions of swinging a monkey wrench around like she knows what to do with it, but she's been here before. people might even recognize her.
or, more accurately: they might catch recognition in the profile, but there's something off about her. something different. she's grown up, if you will.
today, she's busying herself in a small room off to the side. it's usually set aside for games of sport, squash or racquetball or other "old men in tight white shorts" sort of sports, but today she's claimed it as her own. there's a tennis ball launcher on one side of the room; the net's been torn down, though, and all along the floor lay squashed remains of formerly functional, dingy tennis balls.
what's happened to them? well, she's happened to them. what's she doing? well, she's standing, mostly; her feet purposefully set shoulder-width apart, her hand outstretched towards the opposite side of the room — with each launched object comes a burst of focused vibrational energy, and the ball is rocketed towards one wall or another with an echoing thwap of sound.
hopefully no one opens the door... or a ball might just ricochet into somebody's face instead. #whoops ? ]
@ the park.
[ it seems like a good place to go. even with the #2spooky4u festivities going on around the city, her favorite stretch of grass and trees remains blissfully un-decorated, with only the seasonal shift in foliage to augment the view. instead of green as far as the eye can see, now there's splotches of brown and orange and red blended into the canopy; instead of soft spring grass or the soft scratch of its summertime weeds, there's the content crunch of browned leaves under her feet and plenty of bare patches to spread out a blanket.
as luck would have it, the park's apparently not just her favorite spot today. no, with the festivities occupying most of the more common gathering places, the local youths (!!) have begun to congregate in these stretches of bare ground, using them as launching pads for their collection of model plans and drones and other flying contraptions. it wouldn't be terrible... but of course, it also can't just be about flying things. no, small children have to be obnoxious with their toys, and these hooligans are no different: they set their drones to swoop down and scare innocent passersby, knocking off caps and startling pacifiers right out of babies' mouths.
suffice it to say, she's a little annoyed at the intrusion... which might explain why she's opted to go for the nuclear option: since she probably shouldn't quake it out of the sky, maybe hacking into the nearby wifi signal to adjust the course of one of the planes might do the trick. only — fuck, who's phone is this? and why is it suddenly blaring cheesy 90s pop hits?
#whoops part two? ]
@ wherever.
[ wildcard option, ya dig? i'll throw closed starters in comments, but feel free to hit me up if you want something for your special self. ]
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[I'm a viciously sheltered killing machine, man, it sucks. Laura watches with rapt interest, though, as the splotches are left on the ground. Which, yanno, only slightly looks like someone might have been stabbed here or something. With a very tiny knife, to be fair; Laura's blades would make much more blood-
Let's not get on that topic. She looks up, curious.]
How did you do it?
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[ someone asked her if she was one once, and she had said yes equally offhandedly, and the phrase had just sort of stuck. ]
I... focused? [ how to explain inhuman abilities??? ] You know how everything's made up of different stuff? Like water's hydrogen and oxygen; different metals are made of different things? Well, it's kind of like that. Everything vibrates differently. If I focus really hard, I can control those vibrations.
[ it's not really that easy in practice, but that's a fairly ELI5 explanation. ]
It took a lot of practice. Years of it, actually.
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[She considers her hands with some thought.]
I didn't practice for mine — once they set off my mutation, the claws just... happened. The healing, too. I guess I did train some, but a lot of it is... instinctive.
[A lot of the kids couldn't just control their powers, though.
Laura's just always felt a bit more in-tune.
Maybe because her powers don't have much to do with things outside of her body.]
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[ that much, she gets. making things shake in a simple way comes naturally to daisy now. ]
Some people don't have it that easy, I guess. I worked with people whose abilities really scared them. They didn't know how to control them, or even really how to like them.
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The ones that had fire — electricity. Those ones were harder to control.
[Her curiosity is pretty strong, though. She asks-]
What kind of abilities do they have? The people you've worked with.
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[ great when they're on your side. less so when they're trying to attack you. ]
They're cool if you know what's happening, and how to control it. Until then, though... it can be pretty scary.
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That seems like it would get so confusing so fast, in one's head.]
... Teleporting would be a nice power to have. We — did a lot of running, where I am from.
Do you run, too? From dangerous people who try to use you.
[Surely, she must have faced such a thing herself. Don't they all?]