starchilde_lost | Entries tagged with !poly

First thing:

Eden, my new Irish friend, we're going to have to finish that dungeon discussion we were having because I, for one, intend to enjoy myself.

( Filtered to Eden/Unhackable )

Second thing:

Niko...do we need to talk?

( Filtered to Niko/Unhackable )

...there is no third thing, move along...

[It's late night and by the fountain Rachel stands, hands in her coat pocket, looking into the water.
Sometimes the ghost of a smile crosses her lips, maybe she sees an old friend reflected in the deep, a kind memory.
Sometimes there's a frown, something sad, a reminder of something she's lost.
And sometimes there's anger, an enemy, someone who's hurt those she cares about. Sometimes that person is her.

...but for the most part she's not seeing much, just letting her eyes and her mind wander after a long day.]

[ooc: Action for anyone wandering by the fountain after the Lux closes, voice for anyone else. But really, bed for the mun who wanted to get this up before it starts raining.]

( You can never go home again... )

( Your life is worth more to me than the rest of the world... )

( In the halls of the dead... )

[ooc: LJ-cut for the massive TL;DR. Long/short, Rachel feels rejected by her parents, like she failed her brother, and oh - more than a little responsible for the Legacy Virus. You can interact with any aspect of the dream and have your character choose any one or all segments to see. There may be something for everyone! On some level she will be aware she's dreaming, but that may come and go if you choose to interact. If you're just observing and don't want interaction, please make that obvious in your tag.]

Current Mood: indescribable

Time to come out of hiding, I suppose.

Hi, City, can we not do that again ANY time soon?

Thanks.

( Filtered to Earth 616 Residents and Friends/Unhackable )

So, my meal ticket has left the city, and I need a job.
I can bar-tend, probably barista with some training, and if I have to - my hand-to-hand and armed combat skills aren't too shabby.
Although, honestly? I've had enough fighting for awhile so...anyone looking for bartenders?

[It's dark, somewhere in the Underground, but there's not enough background showing to make ID'ing a location possible. For just a moment, a bruised face appears and then a filter obscures the post.]

( Filtered to Self//Hackable )

( Audio Only//Filtered to Tony Stark//Unhackable )

[In the shadows of the city, a woman hunts. Her dark bodysuit and collar are studded with spikes and the scars of a hound shine on her face like black oil - a warning to any she meets, the badges of her station. She doesn't know where she is, doesn't care. THEY are here. Mutants. She can sense them, lighting up in her mind like torches in the dark. THEY are not in the camps like the should be. THEY must be dealt with.

She can't find her Master. Or a soldier to report to. They should be here, to make the kill, but they're not. It's up to her. She has to find the mutants and kill them. She knows where they are and how to find them. She can do this on her own if she has to. It will please her Master.

And pleasing the Master pleases her.]

( ooc curse comments )

I know this is asking for trouble - but I Know Kurt's out there, is anyone else? Kitty? Nathan? Professor?

Even if it's just for today, I'd love to say, "Hi!"

[ooc: anything goes! 4th wall away! Anything to mind-spinning will be forgotten upon the 'morrow.]

Current Mood: excited

Oh, hello there, City. So, I guess this is what picture day looks like? It's...different.

Logan, I found one with you in it. It...yeah - not my finest hour.

If anyone else finds any - returns are appreciated, but shredding and possibly burning are probably better. They can't all be bad, right?

[ooc: Have some pictures to bug Rachel with and forgive the late 70's early 80's they knew not what they did to fashion and character design. Also, scan quality kinda varies. Here, here, here, here, and here. And bonus baby brother action here.]

Current Mood: disappointed
Current Location: The Cabin

( Private/Unhackable )

Wait. Where did all this alcohol come from?

Current Mood: gloomy

( Image cut for size. )

Kitty, promise me you'll say "hello."

When I'm born, to Scott and Jean, promise me you'll hold me in your arms, keep me safe and warm and give me a kiss "hello."

Thank you.

Goddammit, that went out, didn't it?

[Rachel's in the clearing again, this time working through her form perfectly - if a bit aggressively. Some of the trees nearby wave and shudder as if being hit by invisible forces.

She reaches the end and with a final movement one of the smaller trees actually breaks and falls as Rachel herself tumbles to the ground.

She sits there, crying, with her arms wrapped around her knees.]

Current Mood: crushed

[ooc: assume italics are telepathic broadcasts, transcribed to the Network]

( Private/Hackable with effort )

So, Logan, guess who's alive...and stuck here with you?

[ooc: tagging may be slow - will be out most of afternoon, placeholders OK]

Current Mood: confused
Current Location: Some cafe somewhere - maybe that Juliet place

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Entries tagged with !poly

012* something wicked this way comes....

011* ...something haunting in the light of the moon

010* Just another nightmare, go back to sleep...

009* Win Some, Loose Some

008* Video/Audio

007* Action

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