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Amid Ships; Starjammer Folks
Topic Started: May 1 2016, 06:51 PM (183 Views)
Magik
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2 days into the trip.

Magik was highly enjoying what she referred to as her “Pirate Adventure.” She knew that she was a mostly unwanted presence here, but that was a familiar enough sensation to barely even register. No, how these folk could think she’d miss out on some like this, that was the crazy part. They were going to need her, she knew it and the crazy godling knew it too. So here she’d stay until this crazy plan, well mostly lack of plan and more panicked reaction, was seen through.

According to Kurt all those years ago that was the way of pirates and adventures on the high sea. Highly knit crews that accepted outsiders only roughly and on their terms. Dangerous scary individuals that depended on each other for their lives even if they’d cut the other throats if given reason. Add to that a strange mix of empowered teens and adults from Xavier’s and a breathtaking feline beauty. A cat on a boat that spent most of it’s time underwater. How could anyone not want to be part of this idea?

No the non enjoyable part was something she could not have foreseen. She had been forbidden the use of her powers, a command she would normally ignore at the first chance. Illyana did her own thing, that was her thing, however she had actually given her word this time. A Rasputin’s word was their bond, that was one of the very few things her brother and her had in common. So no powers, for an unknown number of days, on a strange living Sub Monster.

The Russian woman had not gone a full day without using her powers since she was a pre-teen. The sensations of slowness, of steady predictable existence, of having to choose where to be, and most of all of travel time, were so alien that she had actually ran into bulkheads a time or two. It was very difficult for the blonde to accept such restrictions and it was starting to mess with her head. She had completely lost track of time within the first 3 hours. There was no sunrise or sunset here, no sense of motion, no anything really. It was like being trapped inside a box and that concept was starting to make her feel uncomfortable, distracted, and even a little paranoid.

So she had quickly taken to wandering as much of the vessel as she could as often as she could. The moving helped, it gave some definition to things, provided some context and sense of existence. With the exception of Iceman and Pislord no one seemed to want her here so she worked out games trying to avoid everyone else or to ambush them at unexpected times. Of course this didn’t lead to people liking her any more, but it was that or surrender to this kind of floating death. Network of course couldn’t be ambushed, that woman seemed to always know what was going on 20 minutes ahead of time. She hadn’t shown any more indications of violence though and that was disappointing to Yana. She had hoped Sarah was as much of a badass as her sister, but alas, only the Reptile Man carried himself like a warrior. She really wanted to fight him, but she assumed now was not the time.

For the moment Yana was trying something new. She had attached her headphones to the wonderful, durable, phone Box had crafted for her. It received no signals here in the deep of course, however it could play music. So she had closed her eyes, let the music wrap around her and started dancing through the hallways. She had an uncanny sense of space and movement from her years of teleporting everywhere. Even though this was an unfamiliar environment she was still able to move like a ballet champion through it. Well as long as she kept in mind that she couldn’t teleport. She supposed someone would see her, probably have some type of problem with her actions, but that was better than simply existing like this for much longer.
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Hepzibah
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"What is it you do?" asked Hepzibah as she climbed up out of the hatch that lead down into the engine room of this strange ship. Her white fur was streaked with oil and dirt, her tail wrapped up to keep it out of the grease, a tool belt wrapped around her slender waist. "Is this why you sneak on board the 'Jammer? So you can dance down the hall and be in the way of everyone."

Folding her arms over her ample chest, and tapping a spanner restlessly, she said, "There is work to do, always, and my Chris, he is soft when his son comes to him. The boy snap and Chris come running. I do not understand it. Bah, it is not like a pirate. It's like a... a... I do not know, it is something soft and tender."

She slipped the tool belt off her waist and hung it on a hook on the wall that had not been there before, and said, "So, give me a look at you." She looked at the girl with her her green eyes narrowed into slits, "You are interesting one, aren't you? Pretty. Strange. Trouble. Tell me..." She pointed at Illyana's face, circling her finger around to indicate her eyes, "Why you have eyes like that? Why you have eyes that see more than they should?"

Hepzibah leaned against the wall of the ship, bending her knee so that she could rest her foot flat against the wall, casually. "I see eyes like that in my mirror, but I know what horror I have seen. My Chris, he saved me from horror, and I saved him, but you... no one saved you I think. I think those eyes say, you save yourself? Am I right?" She waved a dirty claw tipped hand, "Say nothing. I know I am right. You are damaged, and you hide it in dancing down my hallways and pretending nothing affects you, yes? This is why the shiny X-Men look at you through sideways eyes. Hepzibah is clever, I know what I see even if you tell me no. It is not me you tell. It is you."

Reaching into the sash he had tied around her waist, she produced a strip of dried fish from a little pouch. Popping a piece in her mouth, she offered the pouch to Illyana and said, "Is good to eat. Many vitamins my Chris say."

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Of course Yana was caught, that had been at least half the purpose to her actions. She did not have very many ideas about ways to open dialogue with people or how to start social situations. For the most part the wanderess simply would go places and let people react then react to their reactions. It was easy and she was such a person that most everyone always reacted. It did however mean that she did not typically make good first or second or third or more impressions. Those that liked Illyana, who stood by her, had much to overcome. Thankfully Illyana did not put much stock in first impressions of others herself. If a person had fine stories, well that was all she asked.

However the blonde did feel a slight pang of remorse that it was the feline beauty that found her. Hepzibah was seriously, distractingly, pretty and Yana found it difficult to not stare openly at her. Even covered in grease and oil and dirt, the soft fur, the graceful lithe form, and a world ready stance spoke far more to the Russian then anything that could be obscured by outside factors. This pang of remorse was doubled when the lady went on to talk about her “Chris”. “Chris must be young Scott’s father, the pirate lord of this vessel. Which would mean this vision before her was spoken for.

“I did not sneak on. I make so much light when using a disc that arriving right in front of all of you could not possibly be considered a sneak. As for dancing… well I do not do boredom well. I usually arrange my own transport and have no down time.”

And now she was sounding like an idiot child. Yana flipped her hair out of her face, conscious of trying to make the maneuver look pretty and mirrored the posture of her host. Arms folded over her own chest, eyes wide in study, she even pulled out a pencil from her pocket to mimic the spanner tapping. When in doubt, do what the people around you did.

“Hard men must have soft spots, soft times, lest they grow brittle and crack. My brother would say that a wall with no flex points is useless indeed. Also every family has their own rules and they change often. And like a…. a… domesticated canine? That is soft yet capable of being hard as needed when needed.”

When the furry one took a closer look Illyana preened and attempted to show off her figure. She knew she was what many beings considered beautiful and she hoped Hepzibah would pick up on that. Even if she was spoken for perhaps she would be up for some fun on the side? Or perhaps just a chance at being close friends like Yana was with Jess. Either way distracting people with looks came naturally and she found it very helpful. However three words stopped Yana cold.

”Pretty. Strange. Trouble.”

Those three words could sum up 90% of what people were ever allowed to see of the blonde. Pretty as a picture, this way no one tried to look further in. Strange as an alien so no one was too tempted to get close. Trouble and troubled, Yana practically came with a warning label and that meant most people wouldn’t try for anything long lasting with her. She told herself over and over that that was how she liked it, how she wanted it to be. Nothing serious, nothing lasting, nothing that could be taken away or used against her. Most important of all, nothing that she could not leave behind.

She leaned forward to protest, to make some comment about how the tailed one was wrong or to just protest how close she saw but the pirate was right. Hepzibah was right on way too many levels to defend against. Besides Illyana did really like that she was being looked at. She took a piece of fish and ate without tasting. She was confused and wary, people as a rule, did not see into her very often. However she was also excited, this was a chance at something, she knew not what, but something good.

“That is correct. No one came for me. I waited for years and years. My brother he is an unstoppable metal giant. Nothing hurts him and he says he loves me best of all. He never came. The X-Men, I was to grow up to be one of them. They save the world, rescue everyone, they never appeared. No one came, ever. I had no Chris, no Piotr. Only me and what I could learn and steal. When I did come back, something else took me over and used me to it’s purpose again. Now they act like I am to adapt and become part of their world, when they never ever looked for the one I lost myself to.”

Illyana did not talk about those days, months, years, to anyone. This was about as far as she ever let herself vocalize her missing past. The things that shaped her, changed her, altered her, they hurt too much to think on, to remember. So she fled them, fled any reminders of them. Life was fun it was, she knew it! It must always be fun and friendly and full of adventure. Everything must be a game. If it wasn’t then it was serious. When things were serious, people died.

“Your tail, it, and you, are very beautiful. Are you a mutant? An alien? Something else? I have met many beings from many places. I have not met many as lovely as you.”
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Hepzibah smirked as Illyana mimicked her posture and immediately started to defend himself. “I did not sneak on. I make so much light when using a disc that arriving right in front of all of you could not possibly be considered a sneak. As for dancing… well I do not do boredom well. I usually arrange my own transport and have no down time.”

Chewing on a piece of fish jerky, the feline mutant said, through bared fangs, "You were invited? No. Wait, you were not. You were welcomed? No. You were not. You were wanted? Again, no. So sneak you did, you just be not good at sneak. You say what you like but you sneak on and then dare complain you are bored? Take your shiny disc and go to other places then, and have your fill of interesting things." Hepzibah turned away, throwing up a hand in annoyance, "The rest of us have work to do..."

But then, as Illyana started to complain about how she had had to save herself, about how no one ever came for her, Hepzibah stopped. "They knew where you were and they did not come?" She turned her head over her shoulder, her tail flicking restlessly, "They knew were to find you and then they choose not to? That sounds not like the X-Men I know. They run to save the world. They run to save the people. And, they leave one of their own to die? I think you tell me lies... or maybe you tell you lies, eh?"

Hepzibah reached out and stroked the side of the ship, and it responded with a ripple and and shudder that might have been a purr. "You think yourself so hurt, so poorly treated? You think yourself all alone, but you are here, yes? The 'Jammer, all alone, treated rough, made a slave, she was damaged. I was damaged. My Chris... Ch'od, all damaged.... all alone. But we are not alone now, Illyana. There is no need to look back and say, why you no come? Why you let me be broken? Why you let me be alone? It helps? You feel good thinking on this?"

With a slick grace, like an cat, Hepzibah stalked away and said, "You eat on misery. You think because you suffer that you have right to do what you want when you want without consequence? That the world should bend to your whim because you hurt? All life is hurt. All life is alone unless you find your crew, like the 'Jammer did. You don't adapt to their world if you don't wish, but you will be alone by choice then. Because we are mutants and all we do is adapt... evolve. Evolve, girl, or die, but do not wait for applause or understanding because you make that choice. The rest of the world? They no care about your pain. They suffer their own. "

She had made it to the far hatch when Illyana asked about her and called her beautiful. Hepzibah stopped and preened, "I am a mutant. A little Israeli girl, mousy and plain, made into something not human but still loved. My Chris loves me, and I do not ask why. I love him too even if he is just human." She smoothed her white hair and said, "You never see anyone like Hepzibah. She is unique."
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“You wound me madam Hepzibah. You ask questions, I give answers. I do not make the answers, I do not judge if they are good or bad. I merely voice what i know. If the answers do not suit you, then I am sorry for your feelings, but I can not change truth. You wish to know what I dwell on? What fuels me? What allows me to take the next step over and over? It is quite simple, I look for a way to make each passing moment better than the last, for there is no way to know what my last moment will be.”

She found herself following the stalking cat-woman, trailing her like a child and was quite unsure of her reasons. Illyana did not often defend herself, she did not seek to prove herself to others. The Russian did not ever explain herself or her actions. To her actions made words unnecessary. Yet her discussion with the white furred one left a bad taste in her mouth, made her mind work in strange almost forgotten ways. Her words had cast others in a bad light and Yana did not like that feeling one bit.

“Stop. Be kind enough to let me explain better. Also this meat stuff is really good. If you have something I can be doing, some way to help until we reach our real objective I am all ears. I dance because I need something to fill this empty time. Empty time reminds me of where I have been and do not seek to return to. As for Xavier’s brood seeking me, I do not know. It changes nothing if they did or not and I do not hold it against them either way.”

The wanderess had to suppress the desire to simply make a portal and appear in front of the older woman. In that the feline was right, she had a tendency to force the world to take note of her. Her word however was her bond and no powers meant no powers.

“You tell me life is pain as if I was not far too aware of that already. I have lived pain and inflicted it and worse on others. I do not seek applause or understanding, I do not expect any to understand, I merely wish everyone would cease trying to make me understand them. I do not judge, it seems wrong to me to be judged so often. I do not seek to make any like me, why must I be like them?”

When the beautiful one paused and preened Yana felt old instincts surge through her. She was used to fighting for a wooing what and who she wanted and she looked around for a target to shatter to show victory. Of course there was no target here and Hepzibah had already been won. That did not stop her hormones however. The lady was breathtaking.

“You will never hear me say you are ever anything less the unique. However, I still can not see human and non human, mutant and normal, alien and earthling. I have been many places, seen many things. Most likely not as many things or places as the crew of this wonderful ship though. There is only people, and all people live and love and have hopes and dreams. There are monsters of course, and people who have become monsters. You and Chris are people, fine people like his son Alex.”
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'Cause we are young and we're ashamed
Send us to perfect places
All of our heroes fading
Now I can't stand to be alone
Let's go to perfect places
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