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[There are a lot of things that she wishes she could've done differently. Faking her own death hadn't been part of the plan, but the convenience of her sister blowing two people that looked so much like them to smithereens had been too much to pass up, even if she hadn't known about the plan until after the innocents were dead. A clean slate, no more police-state-enforced surveillance on her every move ... it was the perfect way to help.
She's still peddling things that she managed to take from the ImPort clinic so long ago - it's incredible what pushing armfuls of things into a magically expanded bag can do for your long-term inventory. She's managed to figure out a replication spell that produces objects at about fifty percent usability, which is better than nothing. A spot of gauze that runs the risk of disintegrating is still more useful for those two minutes that it works. Her face is tighter now, drawn with more lines -- and the doors to her shop are heavily guarded by magic. The door flashes high-tech scanners that are actually magically driven at the person who approaches, and when no triggers go off she simply flicks her wand at the lock. She doesn't look at who it is -- the people that come to her now are nobody that she knows.
Most of those people are dead. She's behind the counter rummaging for a bandage order she's shipping out by owl later today, but she speaks loudly anyway.]
Make it fast. I don't have a lot of time to screw around today.
She's still peddling things that she managed to take from the ImPort clinic so long ago - it's incredible what pushing armfuls of things into a magically expanded bag can do for your long-term inventory. She's managed to figure out a replication spell that produces objects at about fifty percent usability, which is better than nothing. A spot of gauze that runs the risk of disintegrating is still more useful for those two minutes that it works. Her face is tighter now, drawn with more lines -- and the doors to her shop are heavily guarded by magic. The door flashes high-tech scanners that are actually magically driven at the person who approaches, and when no triggers go off she simply flicks her wand at the lock. She doesn't look at who it is -- the people that come to her now are nobody that she knows.
Most of those people are dead. She's behind the counter rummaging for a bandage order she's shipping out by owl later today, but she speaks loudly anyway.]
Make it fast. I don't have a lot of time to screw around today.
Suddenly, patients!
Jul. 13th, 2013 09:36 pmThere comes a point in life, Andromeda has realized, when you really aren't sure that there's anything new that you haven't seen...and then the world has to bite you in the ass and prove you wrong.
Right now is that point.
Andromeda Black (Tonks sounds so strange now, and even if she knows she ought to keep her married name for Teddy's sake, it's too painful right now) opens her eyes and tries not to fall over. The exertion of apparating with a half-dozen people clinging bewilderedly to her arm is significant enough even with her wizarding experience that she's feeling a tad woozy, but since she's got a child in her other arm (oh, just stopping by to give Teddy a quick booster potion, nothing serious could possibly happen), falling over doesn't seem like the best of ideas.
Instead, she reaches for the nearest chair to steady herself -- only to realize that it's rather occupied. It's at that moment that she takes a moment to glance around the office.
Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas any more.
"Bloody hell."
Right now is that point.
Andromeda Black (Tonks sounds so strange now, and even if she knows she ought to keep her married name for Teddy's sake, it's too painful right now) opens her eyes and tries not to fall over. The exertion of apparating with a half-dozen people clinging bewilderedly to her arm is significant enough even with her wizarding experience that she's feeling a tad woozy, but since she's got a child in her other arm (oh, just stopping by to give Teddy a quick booster potion, nothing serious could possibly happen), falling over doesn't seem like the best of ideas.
Instead, she reaches for the nearest chair to steady herself -- only to realize that it's rather occupied. It's at that moment that she takes a moment to glance around the office.
Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas any more.
"Bloody hell."
Tuhi district; Omega
Apr. 8th, 2013 06:08 pmGrowing up on Earth, even with the kills with biotic implants, had been an adventure. It hadn't exactly been something she could just bring up, the shapeshifting, and even though her brother had urged her to stay on the planet and live with him in their home forever, she had always longed for something more.
Nobody had been surprised upon finding that she'd found her way out to Omega. Aria T'Loak gave opportunities to those who deserved them, and with all the training that Mystique had built up over the years? She'd at least earned a job interview. It hadn't hurt that she'd infiltrated the woman's club in the same way Aria herself had originally overthrown its owner so many years ago. She'd liked the woman immediately: no nonsense, and no lies. Things were so much simpler when everyone was following the same set of rules.
She sighed, blowing a bit of hair out of her eyes while she watched the nearby shopkeeper haggling for armour upgrades. She'd been watching for a while beneath her cloak, now -- waiting to see what race he gave the best deals to, and whether he had a preference for pretty asari or hard-nosed mercenary krogans. She needed a set of humanoid armour that would actually protect her. Shapeshifting was all well and good, but bullets still flew through her illusions. It was then that her eyes caught on a figure she'd seen here a handful of times -- a turian, keeping more or less to himself. Since she was here and waiting anyway, maybe she could strike up a conversation. She waved him over, flashing a casual grin. For today she had donned the usual pretty blonde face for waiting, one that he might recognize as a sometimes-waitress at Afterlife.
"Buy you a drink?"
Nobody had been surprised upon finding that she'd found her way out to Omega. Aria T'Loak gave opportunities to those who deserved them, and with all the training that Mystique had built up over the years? She'd at least earned a job interview. It hadn't hurt that she'd infiltrated the woman's club in the same way Aria herself had originally overthrown its owner so many years ago. She'd liked the woman immediately: no nonsense, and no lies. Things were so much simpler when everyone was following the same set of rules.
She sighed, blowing a bit of hair out of her eyes while she watched the nearby shopkeeper haggling for armour upgrades. She'd been watching for a while beneath her cloak, now -- waiting to see what race he gave the best deals to, and whether he had a preference for pretty asari or hard-nosed mercenary krogans. She needed a set of humanoid armour that would actually protect her. Shapeshifting was all well and good, but bullets still flew through her illusions. It was then that her eyes caught on a figure she'd seen here a handful of times -- a turian, keeping more or less to himself. Since she was here and waiting anyway, maybe she could strike up a conversation. She waved him over, flashing a casual grin. For today she had donned the usual pretty blonde face for waiting, one that he might recognize as a sometimes-waitress at Afterlife.
"Buy you a drink?"
So, this is a thing that's happening.
Apr. 4th, 2013 12:54 pmSure, Shepard, I'll go on that away mission alone since you need someone stealthy. What could possibly go wrong?
She'd known from the start that it was a terrible idea, but this terrible? Checking out an anomaly should've been routine, especially with the Normandy so close behind -- but the moment the Kodiak breached the edge of the strange energy readings, it was as if time slowed down ... up until she felt herself hurtling toward what looked to be a very real, solid planet. She clenched her hands on the wheel and summoned up her combat drone to try and use its limited programming to try and control the temperature-based damage that was occurring to the main computer system. Times like this made her glad for her environment suit already protecting her from whatever atmosphere she was travelling through.
The HUD on her mask flung information at her faster than she could process it; there was only one number she was really concerned about, and that was the ever-plunging altitude monitor. Coming in this fast onto a planet like this was suicide, she knew, so she did the only thing she could think of: she slammed on the directional thrusters and sent herself spinning sideways. If she could delay the fall a little, maybe she'd be able to survive the impact. She closed her eyes and tried to brace herself for the crash, but she had no doubt it was going to be a rough one.
The ship impacted against the planet as a near-dead weight, sending up a cloud of dust, debris, and flame. The mass effect core might've been intact, but those thrusters had exploded in a magnificent blast. It would be visible for miles, Tali thought foggily as she started to feel her away across the deck of the ship. Who knew whether it would explode completely or not? She didn't want to stick around to find out just yet.
She'd known from the start that it was a terrible idea, but this terrible? Checking out an anomaly should've been routine, especially with the Normandy so close behind -- but the moment the Kodiak breached the edge of the strange energy readings, it was as if time slowed down ... up until she felt herself hurtling toward what looked to be a very real, solid planet. She clenched her hands on the wheel and summoned up her combat drone to try and use its limited programming to try and control the temperature-based damage that was occurring to the main computer system. Times like this made her glad for her environment suit already protecting her from whatever atmosphere she was travelling through.
The HUD on her mask flung information at her faster than she could process it; there was only one number she was really concerned about, and that was the ever-plunging altitude monitor. Coming in this fast onto a planet like this was suicide, she knew, so she did the only thing she could think of: she slammed on the directional thrusters and sent herself spinning sideways. If she could delay the fall a little, maybe she'd be able to survive the impact. She closed her eyes and tried to brace herself for the crash, but she had no doubt it was going to be a rough one.
The ship impacted against the planet as a near-dead weight, sending up a cloud of dust, debris, and flame. The mass effect core might've been intact, but those thrusters had exploded in a magnificent blast. It would be visible for miles, Tali thought foggily as she started to feel her away across the deck of the ship. Who knew whether it would explode completely or not? She didn't want to stick around to find out just yet.
District 12 outskirts
Dec. 24th, 2012 06:17 pmThere's something to be said about living outside the means of the District. It wasn't as if they had much, and it wasn't like they could ever really be seen ... but that was their father's business, not theirs. They hadn't made the choice to live out here, and truly nobody knew who they were.
Their father had died years ago, though, and that was something nobody else knew either -- that his eldest brother was the one who'd started going into the Hob now and again, too dirty to be recognized as anyone other than 'that crazy old coot from the wilderness'. Daryl liked it this way, honestly. It was clean, and they'd never seen a Game. They'd heard of them, for his father liked to tell stories about the Victors -- Haymitch Abernathy particularly, although Merle had assured him that the man was not the legend their daddy had told them about.
He still thought of the stories now and again when he was out in the wood. Right now he was hunting something small -- rabbit -- for what he was hoping was going to be a pre-meal snack. He'd seen deer up the ridge, and he just had to get to them. He isn't paying all that much attention to other people out in the forest right now, because it's almost always his brother and Merle has a certain pattern to his steps that keep from getting Daryl's attention.
Their father had died years ago, though, and that was something nobody else knew either -- that his eldest brother was the one who'd started going into the Hob now and again, too dirty to be recognized as anyone other than 'that crazy old coot from the wilderness'. Daryl liked it this way, honestly. It was clean, and they'd never seen a Game. They'd heard of them, for his father liked to tell stories about the Victors -- Haymitch Abernathy particularly, although Merle had assured him that the man was not the legend their daddy had told them about.
He still thought of the stories now and again when he was out in the wood. Right now he was hunting something small -- rabbit -- for what he was hoping was going to be a pre-meal snack. He'd seen deer up the ridge, and he just had to get to them. He isn't paying all that much attention to other people out in the forest right now, because it's almost always his brother and Merle has a certain pattern to his steps that keep from getting Daryl's attention.
[A week, as it would happen, was too long a time-frame not because Jaime would grow weary of waiting ... but because an invading company had caught wind that the Lannister bannermen had stopped in this particular town and managed to get themselves here quicker than most had anticipated.
The townsfolk were less-than-pleased with having to retreat into their houses, and there were those who hadn't been able to make it inside without injury. Tali had been locked in the smithy when the battle had begun, fortunately enough. She could hear the heat of another battle starting up as she glanced out the small slitted window of the back room of the shop, brows furrowed.
Well, it was a good thing Jaime's sword was finally ready. She sighed, glancing down at herself. There wouldn't be any hiding these legs in anything that wouldn't severely impede her movement, so she'd have to deal with a possible risk to her health or risk a few stares from the townsfolk. Somehow, she thought they might have better things on their minds.
She took up the sword and sheathed it, slung the thing from her back, and grabbed for her own weapon -- the small knife she kept at her calf, and the pistol she was planning to use only if the situation absolutely called for it. She headed out into the alleyway, hoping that she'd be able to avoid the opposing company and move to where she'd seen the Lannister flags set up.]
The townsfolk were less-than-pleased with having to retreat into their houses, and there were those who hadn't been able to make it inside without injury. Tali had been locked in the smithy when the battle had begun, fortunately enough. She could hear the heat of another battle starting up as she glanced out the small slitted window of the back room of the shop, brows furrowed.
Well, it was a good thing Jaime's sword was finally ready. She sighed, glancing down at herself. There wouldn't be any hiding these legs in anything that wouldn't severely impede her movement, so she'd have to deal with a possible risk to her health or risk a few stares from the townsfolk. Somehow, she thought they might have better things on their minds.
She took up the sword and sheathed it, slung the thing from her back, and grabbed for her own weapon -- the small knife she kept at her calf, and the pistol she was planning to use only if the situation absolutely called for it. She headed out into the alleyway, hoping that she'd be able to avoid the opposing company and move to where she'd seen the Lannister flags set up.]
A quarian in Westeros
Dec. 4th, 2012 09:01 pm[Showing up in this place had been more of a shock than the City itself. There were buildings there made out of steel and alloy, things that showed a civilization to be advanced. This place -- it had been mud and brick, straw and hay. She was just thankful she'd been given her human face...even if she was less grateful for having the human sense of smell. It turned out that manure was just as foul as she'd always been told it was.
Hiding her pistol had been simple enough once she'd found a cloth bag to stash the thing in ... but hiding herself had been another matter entirely. She'd walked to a town where she'd managed to charm a few men into buying her a drink (and then having to awkwardly let them pass out on her before sneaking away) and from there she'd sat and watched for a few days, trying to figure out her best option.
In the end, it was to do what she was best at: fixing things. Hair pulled back and face more or less obscured by a mask that she was laughed at for wearing, it was easy enough to pretend that she was a slender lad. Hard work wasn't something she was unfamiliar with, after all.
It had been a few months, and perhaps word was starting to travel of her work -- the modest hole-in-the-wall shop had become busier, at any rate.]
Hiding her pistol had been simple enough once she'd found a cloth bag to stash the thing in ... but hiding herself had been another matter entirely. She'd walked to a town where she'd managed to charm a few men into buying her a drink (and then having to awkwardly let them pass out on her before sneaking away) and from there she'd sat and watched for a few days, trying to figure out her best option.
In the end, it was to do what she was best at: fixing things. Hair pulled back and face more or less obscured by a mask that she was laughed at for wearing, it was easy enough to pretend that she was a slender lad. Hard work wasn't something she was unfamiliar with, after all.
It had been a few months, and perhaps word was starting to travel of her work -- the modest hole-in-the-wall shop had become busier, at any rate.]
What is my life right now
Nov. 3rd, 2012 11:05 pm[Well, if something is going to become 'her thing', it might as well be this. Just because showing up naked in Erik's bed hadn't worked out completely ideally didn't mean she was going to give up the crusade for it entirely -- after all, it had led to a good conversation with a man that she eventually came to respect and even follow. Not the worst outcome it could've been by a long shot.
This time -- well, let's just not get into the details of which of Ashraf's roommates left the door slightly ajar upon leaving and allowed Mystique to slip into his bed unnoticed. It wasn't her fault that he wasn't home, after all.
It hasn't been all that long since she slid in there when she hears the door open, so she situates herself in what she hopes is a -- seductive pose under the blankets, and pulls them down just enough so that it's very obvious she's not wearing anything underneath the sheets.]
This time -- well, let's just not get into the details of which of Ashraf's roommates left the door slightly ajar upon leaving and allowed Mystique to slip into his bed unnoticed. It wasn't her fault that he wasn't home, after all.
It hasn't been all that long since she slid in there when she hears the door open, so she situates herself in what she hopes is a -- seductive pose under the blankets, and pulls them down just enough so that it's very obvious she's not wearing anything underneath the sheets.]
Open RP post
Aug. 23rd, 2012 02:58 pm
1. Comment with one of yours, leave a prompt or instructions if you so desire!
2. Grab one of my peeps (here) or leave it up to chance!
3. ???
4. PROFIT!
An offshoot of an offshoot 'verse
Aug. 18th, 2012 10:02 pm
Post TDKR. There had always been rumours in Gotham of things that were a little more than human. Batman, some people insisted, really was a bat, or he at least he had wings. That part was incorrect, but there were mutants in Gotham. Living on the outskirts of society or in secret, a large majority chose to join Bane and fight against the world that had forced them into hiding. Nobody would risk being seen after the way they'd reacted to Batman (and he wasn't even a real mutant).
Unknown to the leaders of Bane's rebels, a mutant with a particularly special mutation infiltrated their ranks, slowly working her way to the Head of the organization by replacing Talia al Ghul. It's not clear where the real Talia ended up, but Mystique began to guide the League toward experiments that would ultimately result in the production of a serum that would create new mutations in the average human body. The serum was introduced into the water supply in small batches, and when that failed to have any effect other than making a few people very sick (as far as they knew, at least), the League began experimenting on their own people. The mutants, ultimately exposed by the risk they'd taken in releasing the experimental dose, retreated further into the fortifications the League had set up for itself. Some of the League's members stayed with them, hungry for the power that a mutation could lend them. Mystique revealed herself, unwilling to sacrifice the rest of the mutants so that she could retain the illusion of Talia's power.
Some of these experiments were a success, and there are plans in the works to introduce the 'vaccine' to the populace. It's become a war of the mutants and their supporters against everyone else, much to the rest of the world's horror.
Are you working against the mutants? Were you one of them from the beginning, or were you turned because you volunteered? Worse yet, are you one of the few from the first serum dosage that simply chose to hide that the mutagen had worked? It's all up to you.
