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| Topic Started: Nov 25 2014, 03:09 AM (163 Views) | |
| Martha Johansson | Nov 25 2014, 03:09 AM Post #1 |
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November 22nd 1:30 pm Sufficiently protected by a sweater and jeans combination along with an attractive quilted jacket, Martha enjoyed the walk to Breakstone lake. The autumn chill, perhaps still milder than that expected in winter, had a noticeable effect nevertheless and the telepath refused to fall ill. A part of her found it ironic, really: here she was, fighting the good fight, and instead of falling to a ginormous android or self-proclaimed god, she'd meet her end at the nonexistent hands of the common cold. A bit dramatic, of course, but she considered it appropriate. So Martha refused to venture outside unprepared -- even if that meant donning winter clothing before winter itself. It led her to briefly ponder if that made her protests against Christmas decorations in November hypocritical, but taking a sip of hot chocolate quickly removed the thought. Several days ago Sarah had approached her with a mutually beneficial proposition: a training session, only between both the Legacy girls, designed to assist the technopath in fortifying her resistance against telepathic intrusion and manipulation. Offering said intrusion allowed Martha to perfect her own approach, which really just meant attempting to finally focus her entire psychic arsenal on a single target. The offensive methods employed were certainly powerful but guaranteed both friend and foe suffered; she couldn't risk potentially nullifying a teammate's powers while taking on a common threat. That issue especially pertained to fellow Legacy members. They were supposed to work in tandem, showcase their impressive cooperation, yet inducing unfavorable telepathic symptoms in Sarah or Clarice or Sybil contradicted that. And she felt it especially after the water park incident. Had Martha been forced to engage the perpetrator, what would she have done? Release a psychic shriek and incapacitate both their target and the students she was supposed to defend? Yes, that would serve as an excellent explanation while being reprimanded. So, with a thermos in one gloved hand and her phone in the other, Martha set out for the lake. She and Sarah measured the distance, agreeing it exceeded the sixty foot limit and therefore wouldn't result in Martha accidentally affecting innocent residents. She sent a quick text announcing her arrival and took another sip, appreciating the somber yet beautiful environment created by what was undoubtedly her favorite season. Halloween, pumpkin spice lattes -- what wasn't there to love? |
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| Sarah Vale | Nov 25 2014, 11:45 PM Post #2 |
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Sarah wasn’t all that ashamed to admit, she’d been considering talking to Martha for a while…But she’d put it off. Well, about this training, at least. As comfortable as she was with telepaths, this was…Different. But eventually, her desire to learn to control this function of herself won out against the worry of letting someone else into her head. She wasn’t a super secretive girl, but there were still things she liked to keep unknown. And she hadn’t been positive about how it would work. Ever since the attack by Prodigy, Sarah had noticed something about herself. She remembered clearly the feeling of waking up from that coma, and going directly into a fight, not days later. The clarity of mind and thought, disconnected from feeling and emotion, allowing her to act without second-guessing the consequences on others. The feeling of Rachel in her mind, speaking, only to be sectioned off behind a firewall, where she could access the telepathic connection, without it interfering with her thought process. That was what this was about. Martha wanted to learn to focus on more one-on-one telepathy, Sarah wanted to learn to feel when that telepathic connection was opened, and see if she could wall it off and control what Martha accessed within her mind. They’d decided on training outside, away from anyone else who could accidentally be affected by Martha’s power – Sarah had already let the proper professors know, in order to keep student traffic away from the area they’d chosen. The area was solid enough, and Sarah had actually used Shoe to move some training mats to the area earlier. In between mental work, they could work on physical combat. Or they could just…Lie there and stare at the sky and attempt not to give each other brain damage. Either way. Unlike Martha, Sarah was dressed relatively lightly. Black cargo-style yoga pants were loose enough to be comfortable, sneakers, and a simple Charm City Devils band t-shirt hugging her torso, with only a light fleece jacket thrown over top. Her dark hair was pulled into a braid down her back, and she jogged to the meeting spot, not even getting her phone out to reply to the text message. Duma, the silvery mechanical cheetah, newly minted with a rippling coat that looked identical to a true fur coat, if cheetahs came in chrome coloring, loped alongside her, glowing green eyes scanning the area. “Hey! Tell me you brought water and not just coffee.” The brunette technopath grinned at Martha, dropping her water bottle and a bottle of apple cider by the mats. Hooking her thumb in her pocket, she shooed Duma to the other side of the mats, where he perched, after rubbing his side along Martha’s leg in a quick greeting. “So how do you wanna work this? Hop in my head, see if I can feel you, or should we do something to warm up?” To be honest, Sarah hadn’t quite worked out the kinks of her mental sectioning yet. Mostly it happened during times of emotional or physical duress, so…Well, she supposed that Martha flooding her mind could count as that. They’d find out. |
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| Martha Johansson | Dec 28 2014, 07:28 AM Post #3 |
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Moments later Sarah arrived alongside her mechanical feline companion, Duma; the construct was an impressive creation, especially since it functioned akin to an actual cheetah. It seemed to remain by its master, something an actual cat likely wasn't wont to do. As the technopath approached Martha's lips spread into a cheerful grin, both excited at the profitable opportunity and appreciating this time spent with someone she considered a friend. There was a particular fraternal feeling that pervaded the Mansion and, though there were occasional minor altercations, the majority of its population remained otherwise content and peaceful. But a friend, someone who was more than just a teammate, was a valuable associate; when the most recent threat dissipated, it was beneficial to have someone available for a shared period (almost always brief) of recuperation. Though admittedly the entire Legacy Squad felt like its own little family, and Martha still had plans for a girl's night out. Once some of its constituents became legal, of course. Sarah's attire prompted the telepath to briefly examine her own. Whereas as she wrapped herself in a snug sweater, Sarah came prepared in a t-shirt and appropriate yoga pants, her only source of warmth a light jacket. If physical combat training was also on the schedule, Martha sincerely hoped there were enough mats to prevent the grass from ruining her jeans. Although no matter how proficient or inexperienced Sarah was, Martha assumed it was more than her own defensive training. She outstretched her arms and chuckled. "This is starting to feel like overkill now", she said, looking down again at her outfit. "Though I do feel like one big Snuggie". Her hand softly patted Duma's head and she nodded toward the nearby lake. "Unfortunately, all I've got is hot chocolate, but you're welcome to have some. Otherwise I'm sure Breakstone Lake is safe to drink from. I mean, we're already mutants; it's not like we'll sprout wings or turn into fish people... right?" That was true, wasn't it? They couldn't be mutated beyond that, could they? Though she assumed a pair of wings wouldn't hurt. "Anyway, I was thinking we could start with some basic detection: basic infiltration -- no manipulation or assault whatsoever -- is simple enough for just one target, so that'll serve as an appropriate warm up. From there, we can try harmless prodding, then a small assault. Nothing permanent or debilitating". Martha gave a reassuring smile and continued. "There was one other thing I thought of, but you're free to decline. My ability to possess and hijack another mind is still a little rusty and I'm confident, if done right, you can force me out. It'll help both of us, though that initial moment will require me to completely take over. I won't lie, it's uncomfortable and painful, and I'll have your memories for some time. So I completely understand if you'd rather avoid that". She doubted Sarah would have anything too unusual floating around in her mind, though with her ability to connect to the Mansion's computers, she assumed there was at least one instance of unfortunate teenage Google searches. |
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| Sarah Vale | Dec 29 2014, 02:49 AM Post #4 |
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Raising an eyebrow at Martha as the other girl glanced at their attire, the technopath grinned, knowing she was dressed lightly. But it wasn’t all that cold out, and she planned to be moving around at least a little bit. Snickering at Martha’s comment, Sarah shrugged. “Feel free to go change. Or I can have Duma fetch you a change of pants.” Her tone was teasing, and the cat tilted his head at them, regarding Martha with a curious look. Going over to the mats, Sarah stretched a bit, leaning over to touch her toes, braid falling over her head as she glanced between her legs at Martha’s comment about the lake. “…Dude, if the lake could give me wings, I’d’ve been drinking from it ages ago.” She quipped with a grin, flapping her arms pointedly. Continuing to stretch, she nodded at Martha’s plan, flipping her braid back over her shoulders and sitting on the mats, legs stretching out comfortably. The stretching was not just physical, but mental as well, as she flexed her powers, feeling each nuance of the mansion, despite the distance. Feeling the inner workings of Duma, of Martha’s cell phone, and the different pieces of smaller technology in and around the mansion. Expanding, retracting, taking a deep breath with each movement, before tilting her head at Martha’s reassurances. “That’s comforting.” Sarah replied dryly to her friend’s reassurance that nothing would be permanent or debilitating. The amusement in her eyes gave away that she was teasing, although she paused mid-stretch at Martha’s next idea. For a split second, the state of mind she was trying to achieve took over, eyes flattening, blanking out, expression unreadable as she tilted her head slowly, regarding her friend. She knew about that aspect of Martha’s powers, and logically, it would make sense to test with that, not just to hone Martha’s abilities, but to better work within her own mind, in taking control. Expression slowly filtering back onto her face, Sarah let no hint of the internal conflict she felt into her voice. “How long…Would you have my memories for?” The technopath’s voice was a bit subdued by that thought. Oh, on the outside, Sarah was a bright, sunny person, looking on the bright side, quite an achievement considering the things she’d been through. But she had her secrets. Nightmares of explosions, of comas, of monsters…Nightmares born of the things she’d seen or done. Nightmares of Scott telling her how it was necessary to set the Utopian biodome to self-destruct mode, sentencing her friends and family to an icy death should they fail to contain the Brood. Nightmares of being in Shoe and being forced to watch, frozen in place, as something she built killed all of them. She knew Martha would be seeing into her head during this exercise…But there were some things she wasn’t sure she wanted even her friend knowing about. It was why she wanted to learn to section off a telepath within her mind. To keep things safe. |
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