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| Topic Started: Feb 14 2014, 01:21 AM (448 Views) | |
| Corsair | Feb 14 2014, 01:21 AM Post #1 |
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NPC: Baseline Human
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January 15th Late night, Local Time Somewhere in the Indian Ocean The New StarJammer, which is what Corsair had named this odd hybrid craft that had been a gift from King Namor of Atlantis, sailed quietly through the night. It wasn't a sentient creature, but it was indeed part biological, so there wasn't much need for a constant steering, and monitoring of this or that. It made life a bit easier on the rather small crew of the ship. Namor had offered to 'find volunteers' to help the running of the ship when he first tasked them to take charge of it to help with his overtly complicated double crossing of the rising storm that was the Illuminati, but Chris Summers, a rather damaged and untrusting sort as a rule, had decided it was best to keep it in house. So, it was just him, his pretty cat lady longtime companion, his giant fish lizard monster, a pet teleporting ferret, a doctor in the shape of a robotic fly, and a cyborg with a penchant for sharp pointy things. You know, family. Oh, and of course, there was the comatose form of his youngest son who had been raised to be an evil monster by the same evil monsters who had broken Chris into tiny pieces and put him back together inexpertly. Most nights, Chris spent a little time down in his son's holding cell/medbay, talking to him, hoping for some sort of response. There wasn't even a flicker of an eyelid or a twitch of a finger, but Corsair had lost too much in his life to give up on this. It was a chance. It was a slim chance. But it was a chance nonetheless. Gabriel looked pale and drawn on the bed, hooked up to this machine or that one, his dark hair framing a slightly grey face, the Shi'Ar tan giving way to the pallor of the indoors. Chris knew that pallor all too well. He'd been down here for a couple hours, telling his catatonic son about one of his early test flights, back in the days when his craft flew in the air rather than through the seas, when a telecom alert popped up on one of the side screens built into the fleshy bulkheads of their biomechanical home. Stepping out into the hall to check the message, the sender's name made Corsair frown, and he glanced back at Gabriel before moving off to his Captain's quarters, not the room he shared with Hepzibah, but the one that was his private place. He'd spent so long with no privacy whatsoever, chained in a room with a dozen other slaves, sleeping when he dropped, eating from whatever was thrown to the ground, that there were times now, when he needed to be by himself. Turning on the telecom, the face of his oldest son appeared. "Corsair," Scott greeted. Smiling at his son's formality, Chris nodded, "Cyclops. You're looking pretty good for a dead man." Scott allowed a small smile and said, "I guess it runs in the family, Dad," Corsair laughed, "Ha! It does at that. What a legacy we're going to leave." He chuckled a couple times and asked, "So what can I do for you, son?" "Is that the only time I call you? When there's something you can do for me?" Scott asked. "Well, yeah," Corsair shrugged, "but I don't call you either. We're busy men, aren't we, and lets face it, Summerses aren't all that communicative or affectionate." "Alex is," Scott said. "Yes, well, your brother is more his mother's child, isn't he?" Chris said, a bit sadly. "You, unfortunately, take after me, in all the wrong ways as well as the right ones." His smile brightened, and he said, "But, the right ones are worth the others, I hope." Far away, halfway across the world, Scott Summers stared through red lenses at the holographic image of his father, and felt an undeniable warmth coming from the words, "Yeah, Dad, they're worth it." Beaming Chris said, "I'm glad to hear it. So... what can I do for you, Son?" Scott sighed and said, "I need a ride." ***** Half an hour later, the New StarJammer rumbled in protest, as Corsair roused her from her lazy slumber, and an announcement went out over the inner-ship systems. "All StarJammers, this is your captain speaking. We're changing course and heading for the US of A... New York harbor to be precise. We're picking up passengers." |
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| Ch'Od | Feb 14 2014, 03:20 AM Post #2 |
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NPC: Amphibian Characteristics
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To say that Ch'Od was pleased with the Starjammers' current guest was... well, it would have been akin to saying he had a full, luxurious head of hair or that he had particularly good luck with the ladies who could easily see past his grotesque mutation and see the interesting man underneath. It would have been a lie. As far as he was concerned, Vulcan was a threat just waiting to wake up, a hostile force who wanted nothing more than their utter destruction and keeping him here was like keeping a time bomb and just waiting for the clock to tick down. Sooner or later, someone was going to have to defuse the bomb. But the little tyrant was Corsair's kid, no two ways about it. And it was Corsair's call. So for now, the tyrant's presence was tolerated. But if he became a threat... if he woke up and resumed his psychotic campaign of global terror or whatever the hell he was doing with the flaming zombies, Ch'Od was going to snap his neck in two, plain and simple. It would probably break Corsair's heart, but as far as Ch'Od was concerned, the Starjammers were more important than Vulcan. And he'd gladly kill the kid to ensure that they survived. For now, though, Ch'Od sat in front of a chess board, pondering his move. Scaly fingers on his left hand drummed against the side of his face, clicking softly as they met the nigh-indestructible scales of his skin. King's knight to the far right space he could move to would put the opponent in check via the Queen's bishop... but would also open him up to an attack... if his opponent was so bold as to bring his Queen to a spot that would easily allow her to be taken by his other knight. It was a worthy trade, if his opponent was willing to go for it. Ch'Od picked the knight up and moved it. "Che-" his proclamation was interrupted by Corsair's announcement. "Later, then," Ch'Od rumbled, a smirk on his face. He was fairly confident he had the match where he wanted it. He got up from his seat, made his way over to the pilot's seat and took it. While he missed their old ship, he had to admit this one had its charms and the cockpit was one of them. This was a thing of beauty, no ifs ands or buts about it. Very sleek and easy to operate. "New York harbor, huh?" Ch'Od asked. Didn't take too much detective skills to figure out who the guests were going to be. At least those Summers kids, Ch'Od could not only respect but enjoy their company. They were good, decent young men with solid heads upon their shoulders. Ch'Od secured a headset over his fin-like ears, and got to it, doing his thing, getting everything ready to go. "Alright, Cap. Coordinates are set," he said with an affirmative nod. "I'm thinking standard cabbie fare for this one, yeah? Granted, we'll probably have to ask what that is, 'cause I know I haven't ever been to New York myself." |
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| Cyclops | Feb 21 2014, 10:02 AM Post #3 |
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Punches from the Punch Dimension
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January 19th Daytime Scott stood on the dock, his arms folded, his eyes scanning the harbor. He had no idea what he was looking for, what he was expecting. He didn't even know if this was a good idea. Considering everything that had happened, everything that he had been through, that he had done, it seemed... somewhat childish, perhaps, to call up his daddy and seek comfort like a four year old frightened by a shadow on the wall. Scott didn't like the thought that he was scared or that people might think he was, but there was no denying it. He was scared and he hated this. But this was life now, and he was going to do what he had to do to get it back to normal, get himself back to normal. Glancing over at Jean, who stood patiently at his side, and the two white haired members of the House of M, who stood around, much less patiently, Scott said, "According to Corsair's last communication, he'll be here about..." The sea began to boil and bubble in front of them. "...now," Scott finished, stepping closer to the edge of the docks, and shading his red glasses with his hand to see what was in store. What rose from the water was not a ship... nor not a monster. It was something in between. A giant squid, turned into a cyberpunk's fever dream. Scott, watching the ship with eyes wide and awefilled behind his glasses, showed no outward emotion, but Jean, of anyone, would know that he was practically bouncing up and down on his toes. The New StarJammer shifted and a tentacle shaped plank unfurled, extending in with a flattening motion and became a gangway. A hatch opened in the body of the strange craft, and Scott was aware of the shouts of alarm from the dockworkers and passersby. An understandable reaction considering the last monster to show up in these waters wrecked more than New Year's parties. Scott watched the hatch like a hawk though, and when the figure appeared at it, he allowed himself to smile. Corsair, his father, dressed in that strange fashion he had adopted in his years as a pirate, alive, well, and smiling. "We ready for this, people?" Scott muttered, and it was really just himself he was talking to. Corsair crossed the gangplank, not allowing himself to pass over onto the dock, not setting foot on American soil. He was still technically a traitor to his country, and an ex-patriot for the betrayal and information brokering he had been involved in during his captivity by the Shi'Ar. While there were probably avenues of amnesty he could contact the proper legal representative regarding, doing so would likely separate him from his crew, his ship and most importantly his lovely wife. That was unacceptable. "Scott, son," Corsair said, catching the man in a hug. Scott was never much for hugs, but one did not deny Corsair. "Jean, looking lovely as ever. Come aboard, come aboard, I'm pretty sure we have stories to exchange, don't we?" He offered her his hand to help her across the plank, expecting Pietro and Joseph to follow. "Come on," he said, "I'll show you my new ship." |
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| Joseph | Feb 24 2014, 01:41 PM Post #4 |
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Magnetism
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Despite the fact that Joseph was well and truly out of his comfort zone now, there was a spark in the boy that was beginning to brighten with each passing day. He was beginning to find himself now that he was being treated as more than just a student; he wasn't quite over the fear that he was feeling for being away from the school, but he was trusting in those that had brought him out here to keep him safe. And perhaps, it was the start of a new chapter for Joseph - he had never given much thought for what he was going to do, he was still young and he didn't think much beyond him being a student at the school. One day though he might be allowed to join one of the teams that wore the X it was a long time away, but it was there buzzing about in the back of his mind now. So now they were leaving the country in a completely new way as to how he had first arrived in it; when he was with Jac he had arrived in America from England by plane - now they were leaving the States by water or that was how it had been explained to Joseph. The entire team that were going to find Magneto was now together - Scott, Jean, Joseph, and Pietro, and here they were stood on the docks waiting for their transport to arrive. Scott and Jean were naturally the most patient of the four, they knew what they were waiting for. Pietro however looked to be much less patient, "How do you handle being on the ship?" Joseph asked curiously, he was much less patient because he was eager to get onto the ship. He had never travelled by water before and he was excited to experience what this ship was going to be like. Joseph was acutely aware of the arrival of the ship before it had broken the surface of the water, he could feel the various magnetic fields that were given off by the various metals that were used within the ship. It was a strange feeling, being able to sense the various metals around him, but it was one that he was slowly getting used to. As the ship appeared and the tentacled plank unfurled, the young clone watched almost in awe - he had never seen anything like this at all. Watching curiously as Scott's father appeared from the ship, Joseph remained quiet as they greeted one another and then Corsair helped Jean onto the ship, glancing across at Pietro, Joseph then followed the others aboard the ship. |
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| Quicksilver | Feb 25 2014, 08:31 AM Post #5 |
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Superspeed/ Superstrength
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It was taking too long. Pietro had a life to life, a wedding to plan, though thankfully Avery is doing most of it. He, of course, didn't care what his wedding looked like, or what was involved, as long as he was married to Avery when it was over. This was not to be a wedding of his people. The Roma wedding much different than the ones of the so called civilized world. The idea of dowries and bride prizes, everything was so different amongst his people, so much was different... He used to be so proud of being gypsy, but now, he was just happy being... a good man. If that's what he was. The truth was that this journey was not something that he wanted to go on. A dead man seeking life. A woman so full of cosmic fire she might be burning from within. A clone desperate to be more than his donor. And, himself. A speedster running from his fate by running towards it. What a party of adventurers this was. At last though, they were to begin their journey and Pietro, as much as he did not wish to go, was glad that it would at least soon be over. Joseph's altered powers were leading them over the sea, and Summers had chosen his father's strange craft as a mode of transportation. There was some justification of using the abilities of the StarJammer to prevent SHIELD tracking, which seemed to be an excuse considering that Pietro was himself a SHIELD Agent of sorts, but Pietro understood, perhaps better than most, what Summers was going through at this moment in his life. He would not raise a fuss. When the ship made it's appearance, Pietro did not so much as blink at it's strangeness, and that was only because he was quick enough to react in the space between thought and breath. It was monstrous, and it was clear why a man like Christopher Summers, who Pietro had met on brief occasions, would wish to pilot such a craft. It was something that had never been seen before. These Summerses. They were men who liked their toys, were they not. "How do you handle being on the ship?" Joseph asked, as they headed up the odd tentacle gangplank. Pietro harumphed, "You act as if I am not a man in control of my own nature. Wanda and I traveled by boat from London to New York because my sister would not survive the crossing. She was not in control enough for her powers to sustain her breath, and the speed I must run to walk on water is far too great to breathe normally. So for the sake of my twin, who I love greater than my own comfort, I suffered being on the ship. This? Well, I am willing to bide my time on a boat that sails beneath the water for the greater good." He hoisted his small knapsack on his shoulder and said, "You would suggest that I am not going to be pleasant company?" Then, without waiting for answer, Pietro ducked his head and stepped inside the StarJammer. "Corsair," he greeted, "Thank you for your service. We will try not to be in the way." "She's a big ship, Pietro," Corsair said, "And you're family. Always room for family." |
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| Jean | Feb 25 2014, 07:11 PM Post #6 |
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Telepathy, Telekinesis
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"Oh my...." Jean murmured in awe as the hybrid ship broke the surface and seawater drained off its skin in a fine spray. She ran her hand down Scott's arm and briefly clasped his hand, feeling Scott practically hum with pent up excitement deftly hidden under stoic features. He was a grown man with his own child and other children that he stood strong for, but deep-down, everyone become a child again in the presence of their parent - responsibilities lift, however briefly, from their shoulders. "It's been too long," Jean greeted Chris, giving each weather-worn cheek a kiss. "Yes, a lot has happened, but a tour first would be wonderful." She glanced back to the deck and Joseph and Pietro, her ear picking up snatches of their conversation. They were so much alike; in some people that was a good thing, but Pietro and his father, or rather the clone of his father, ... not so much. "What's her name?" She asked, Jean's eyes widening with mock horror and teased, "Please don't say The Nautilus." In truth, she wasn't comfortable with the idea that this hybrid ship was a living creature, bound to being a pack animal all its life, she was going to reserve judgment until Corsair explained more. Captain Nemo was no Ahab, but the parallels between Nemo and Chris were subtle but too eerie to really ignore, and he too, had an unhappy life and fate. |
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| Raza | Mar 6 2014, 05:59 PM Post #7 |
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Raza was busy chilling in the armory of the new Starjammer, which while missing the old one loved this new one. It had so many more functions than the old one, half of them he had no idea what they did but it was cool figuring them out. The Atlanteans were very generous when giving them this new bio-mechanical ship and Raza was loving it. The only thing he was really loving was the fact that Vulcan was a guest in their home. While Raza always differed to Corsair for his orders, Raza felt a little conflicted with his captains decision on this one. Though the cyborg knew better than to voice his opinion and so he went along with it for it was what the Captain wanted. Running a harpoon along a grinder while the sound of AC/DC's "Shoot to Thrill" rang out in the background, Raza was certainly enjoying himself. He had turned the armory into his quarters in a way. There was a cot, in the corner and he had personalized it with his own touch. The other crew had let him take it over as his own and they didn't mind in the least. He thought that they probably appreciated him looking after all the laser guns, and other weapons they had collected. The sound of the intercom ringing made him pause the song to hear Corsair tell the crew they were heading to New York to pick up passengers. There was only one reason that they could head to New York. Scott and his friends needed their help. While their first meeting was a bit awkward between them, Raza had great respect for his captain's son and his wife and school of mutants. So when he found out they were picking them up he was pretty happy. Putting down the harpoon, switching off the grinder, and strapping his always present cutlass to his waist Raza headed to the docking room. It wasn't long until the door opened and Corsair headed out to greet his son. Not a moment later they started to file in with his captain leading. Behind him came Scott, and two men with both striking silver hair. He didn't recognize them but he guessed he would soon enough with them being on his home. Behind them came Jean and seeing no one else pressed the door closed, watching as the tentacle realigned to the side of the ship. "Welcome friends!!! Scott, Jean nice to see you," he said coming up and embracing them both in a quick hug "and nice to meet you new friends. I am called Raza, nice to meet you. I welcome you to the Starjammer, Captain has the reigns though if you need anything weapon related or armor stuff, you can find me in the armory. Nice to meet you!" |
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| Ch'Od | Mar 7 2014, 02:28 AM Post #8 |
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NPC: Amphibian Characteristics
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The four day journey to New York was delightfully uneventful. No run-ins with any authorities that may have wanted them in custody, no Shi'Ar, nothing. It was really quite pleasant. Like a nice Sunday drive. In the ocean. For half a week. Okay, maybe it wasn't like a Sunday drive. And the way this baby rode, Ch'Od hardly needed to actively pilot it. Hardly needed to, but at times he liked sitting in that pilot's seat, liked knowing that he could actively make certain that things were going the way they were supposed to. No autopilot, in his experience, no guidance system, no mechanical steering assistant, could replace a pilot's judgement. That was something he was sure Corsair understood probably better than any of them. Ch'Od was, after all, a fisherman who'd lucked out enough to fall in with a crew who could tolerate what he was at worst, appreciate it at the best. Hell, he'd been lucky like that twice. First when he first ran away from home and found that fishing crew and second with the Starjammers. And this current Starjammer, this bizarre hodgepodge of mechanical and organic - it was pretty special, and he felt a personal connection to it. It was an ugly misfit of a submarine, and Ch'Od more than most knew what it was like to be an ugly misfit of a submarine. They had arrived in New York, and Ch'Od, from the pilot's seat, engaged docking protocols. It was a maneuver he had down to a science now, helped by the intuitively easy nature of the craft. Corsair and Raza helped their guests with boarding - four of them. The Summerses Ch'Od recognized. How weird was that? Corsair's long lost son, a big-shot mutant superhero with a seriously gorgeous redhead wife. Quicksilver, he recognized by reputation only, and only barely at that. The Starjammers, after all, weren't the most connected band of pirates/adventurers around, and for a long time had existed in a rather tight sphere, a small world of busting up Shi'Ar activities in Madripoor and little else beyond that. The kid however - kid with the silvery white hair? No clue who that was. One of Scott and Jean's students, he supposed, but what was so important about this one kid? This was all pretty clandestine, after all. "Alright, folks," Ch'Od said over the intercom system as everybody made it onboard and the hatch was once again sealed. "Now that everyone's on board, I'll take her back out to sea, so I'd recommend everyone take a seat. Submersion can get a little bumpy." Giving everyone a bit of time to get settled and prepared, Ch'Od then did just that, pulling the submarine back out and then steadily turning her around as they descended, heading away from the coastline. It did not take very long to pull away from New York's coast and back out into international waters, and before too long, they were in the clear. Satisfied that they were out at a safe distance and depth from potentially prying eyes, Ch'Od idled the submarine, maintaining its position. They could get moving again once they had a bearing on where they were going. |
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| Cyclops | Mar 7 2014, 10:53 AM Post #9 |
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Punches from the Punch Dimension
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[Corsair, Scott, Pietro] Corsair smiled at his daughter-in-law's kiss on his cheek, and said, "I should play chauffeur more often." She asked about the name of the ship, and Corsair reached out to pat the bulkhead like one might a sturdy steed and he said, "Namor gave her some complicated Atlantean name, but we call her the New StarJammer. She answers to it well enough, as much as she can. She's not entirely sentient, though, so we still have to guide her a bit." He looked to Jean, seriously, and said, "I know you must be concerned with that. If you like, during our journey, we'll take you to the nucleus and you can try and commune with her or whatever you want to call it. I'd love to know what our girl is thinking." He smiled and said, "Only if you want though. I'm sure you get that all the time, like telepathy is a party trick." Watching his father stumble over himself to not offend Jean, Scott reached back to catch her hand, "Corsair, thank you, we're so glad that you were so accommodating. A tour would be nice. I've seen a hundred types of airplanes, and a surprising amount of alien spacecraft, but I'm not so familiar with submarines, alive or not." Laughing, Corsair said, "Well, Pilot and Pirate are only a consonant away, I suppose." He looked over at Quicksilver, and said, "Don't worry, by the way, about being cooped up, we have a plan for that. There's been many a season where the hurricanes kept us from surfacing. We have ways of keeping from getting cabin fever. I'm sure if you know my son, you know Summers men like to be prepared." Pietro cocked a white eyebrow, "I would be interested in such preparation. I admit that this is not my preferred way to travel. I tend to run across the surface of the water, not skulk beneath it." If Corsair took offense at Pietro's words, he said nothing about it, "Skulking comes in handy at times, my gypsy friend." Corsair lead them into the bowels of the ship, and the sudden sensation under their feet let them knew they were moving. Falling into pace with Jean, Scott, still holding her hand, he looked over at her and said, softly, "This is going to be very very weird. I hope you're able to handle this." He looked at his father's retreating back as a couple members of his crew appeared, and he said, "I know for a fact I'm not." |
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| Joseph | Mar 9 2014, 04:10 PM Post #10 |
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Magnetism
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"I... I didn't say that." Joseph added quickly as he followed the speedster up the odd tentacle gang plank and onto the ship. "I was just curious as to how the confined space worked for you. I didn't mean anything else by it. Sorry." The clone going quiet as the others spoke to Corsair, the others were all family - the crew were a family of their own and then Scott and Jean were related to Corsair, making Joseph and Pietro the odd ones out, not just because of their similar white hair. "Hi." Joseph greeted the cyborg that appeared to hug and greet Jean and Scott and thankfully there was no hug for himself, Joseph didn't do hugs. "I'm Joseph, and I'm fine without weapons or armour, I don't know how to use them." He was wearing his training uniform and that was as close to armour as Joseph got and he didn't have a helmet like Magneto had either. Following on behind Corsair, and the others, Joseph was quite eager to see just what it was that this ship had aboard it. He was naturally curious about that which he was exposed to and while he had experienced travel by aeroplane already, he had never experienced travel by sea and so this was an entirely new experience for him. "This is Atlantean?" Joseph asked as he tagged along behind the others, his youthful eyes - eyes that were much younger than the body that they were attached to gave away. "That explains why it does not look like any other submarine I've seen in books." He continued to look around at every little detail of the ship as he familiarised himself with his new surroundings for however long it would be that they were on here for. Another voice filled the room through the intercom device another that Joseph didn't recognise, and the instruction came that they were heading out to sea. The young clone looking for something to stabilise himself with in the case that their journey back out into the Atlantic was rougher than he was expecting it to be. |
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| Jean | Mar 20 2014, 05:43 PM Post #11 |
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Telepathy, Telekinesis
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The first time she and Scott were with the Starjammer crew, fear and anger were nearly solid emotions that filled the ship; now it was a happy and contented crew, everyone was smiling and even the fearsome Raza gripped them in a welcoming hug. She returned the hug with a smile and thanks, and silently urged Scott to do the same. “I’ll see what I can do,” she said returning Corsair’s smile. “I’ve never tried to mentally connect with non-humanoids. I tried experimenting with birds when I was younger. Either I was too inexperienced or birds don’t have all that much upstairs - either way, I didn’t get anything from them. Which was probably a good thing, it took a lot of effort to block human thoughts, and I probably would’ve been climbing the walls if animals had been added to the din in my head.” "This is going to be very very weird. I hope you're able to handle this." Scott said as he held her hand. "I know for a fact I'm not." “We’ll do what we’ve always done, Scott, dear. We’ll lean on each other,” she whispered back to him, “and make it through. Maybe this, here, away from our usual life, is just what you need – the clean slate that we all need.” She told him and leaned up to kiss his lips. They joined Pietro and Joseph and Jean tilted her head, waiting to hear what diversions for Pietro Corsair had in mind. |
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