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Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
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Posted by lunahighland on May 6, 2009 7:21:23 GMT -6
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Luna walked into one of the many training rooms, as the automated door slid shut she looked around and found this training room similar to the Danger room back in the mansion! A smile spread across her face as she now didn't have to wory about age restriction to train! Even better she would not have to hold back! Glee flooded her body as she felt her adrenaline rush through her nerves and blood. This would be entertaining to say the least, being capable of going all out without worry of harming herself or others! It was time to put her annoying fears behind her and get out into the field!
It took the Doll Mistress a while to figure out how to work her way around the Lab, but after some snooping she managed to find what she was looking for and quickly found herself here, ready to train. She woke up early this morning got cleaned up and ate then did some stretches before heading here. Now full and filled with energy Luna was determined to get this started! Walking to the center of the room Luna calmed down a bit before stating what she wanted to do. "Enemy human targets please!" She shouted as the super computer complied and summoned forth some mean looking thugs with an assortment of weapons- from bats to knives to pistols.
Luna smirked, this was what she needed! "Simulation start!" As soon as she shouted those words she pulled out some fabric and formed a teddy bear full knowing that these simulated thugs could harm her or worse. Throwing a stuffed bear at the nearest thug on her left, it blew up taking the screaming image with it. Looking around she managed to duck in time to dodge a knife jab to the chest! Luna smirked, this was going good! A few minutes later she took out the last of the thugs and ended the simulation. She needed a breather, and for some reason Luna felt that computerized enemies were not enough.... Luna frowned ever so slightly she need a real opponent... a human or more specifically a mutant- but who would have the time for little old her?
Striding leisurely through the sterile halls of Mondragon labs Zephyrs gaze wandered down to the diminutive set of flash cards clutched in his left hand, azure eyes sweeping done and then up as his mind attempted to decipher the foreign characters and thus derive their hidden meaning. After a few moments pondering failed to ignite any spark of recollection however the hazel haired hessian released an irritated sigh and swiftly flipped the offending piece of card to reveal a far more intelligible series of characters which his eyes swiftly scanned.
“Ogenki desu ka …how are you?”
Muttering silently about the abstract nature of Japanese symbols the lean mercenary idly switched to the next card in the roll, he had been studying Japanese now for at least two months and his progress had been somewhat disappointing. His foreign studies however, were not the cause for his sudden sojourn to the labs; the cards were merely an idle distraction to assist in the passing of time and ward off any impending sense of ennui as the windmancer drew ever closer to his predetermined destination.
It had been sometime since Simon had last used with his firearm, despite his line of work the hessians own natural skills often meant that it was easier, not to mention quieter to utilize his own ethereal abilities to achieve objectives and thus his marksman skills had fallen by wayside, a situation the azure eyed mercenary intended emendate shortly. He had already paid a brief visit to the labs armory and, after a brief altercation with the individual on duty, managed to convince the guard that Slates latest restrictions upon weapons did not extend to conventional ammunition thus netting the taciturn mercenary a modest collection of 9mm projectiles for the Beretta concealed within his jacket.
At last arriving at the designated training quadrant of the labs Zephyrs eyes remained fixed at the latest oriental phrase set before him as his free hand withdrew itself from his jacket pocket and deftly palmed the scanner located contiguously to the steel door. A murmur of confirmation sounded from within the electronic device and as the metallic portal slid to the side to allow the hessian entry. The moment the elemental entered training room however his form was confronted with a sudden wave of compressed air which was in no way natural and his ears were assaulted by a cacophonous explosion.
‘The hell?’
Immediately lowering his centre of gravity and shifting his weight towards his back foot the startled mercenary rapidly raised his free hand to assist in either a counter attack or a defensive role. As the hessians cobalt gaze snapped upwards though his posture froze and the Kabal members brow furrowed incredulously as he stared at, and attempted to rationalize, the sight before him.
The first thing to note was that the training area was not, as Zephyr had previously assumed, vacant. Situated in the centre of the cavernous training room with their back to the entrance was a Lilliputian figure not even five feet tall topped by a weave of viridian hair which was by no means authentic in shade. Perhaps most notable though was that this adolescent, for only a child could have such a plain build, was surrounded by a collage of swiftly disintegrating computerized cadavers, lending strength to the growing theory that whatever the juveniles strength may be it was likely highly destructive in nature and although her performance could be noteworthy it did not change the fact that an unknown minor was currently utilizing one of Mondragon’s more hazardous facilities.
“What are you doing here?” The question was posed calmly but there was an underlying authoritative tone that would have made many astringent educators proud.
Cafas: "Zephyr is the king of bad decisions, but if Sebby being weak to ghost is anything to go by, not so amazing at follow through."
Posted by lunahighland on May 6, 2009 17:04:17 GMT -6
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Luna turned around to the sound of the door sliding open. Suddenly aware of another person had entered the training facility. She managed to look embarrassed as she realized that few scorch marks were on the walls and ceiling and floor of the room. Her handiwork of course. Giving a inquisitive look to the newcomer she blinked at his question. "Er... I'm new here, I'm a new recruit to Kabal." Luna said as she turned completely to the elementist. "I'm Luna, Luna Highland- um, sorry for the ruckus I'm still learning my powers here..." She apologized to the male as she rubbed the back of her neck nervous.
Zephyr’s stance relaxed noticeably as he smoothly drew himself back to his full height, all the while keeping his cold cobalt gaze fixed upon the diminutive infant who had somehow stumbled upon and accessed this particular training chamber. There were, to the elementals knowledge, no child prodigies on the lab payroll, nor had there been any adolescents since the fall of the registration camps some time prior. The hessian therefore possessed very little pity for the gamine that now stood before him and even less for the security team currently on detail, the emerald haired girl couldn’t have been more than any older than Katrina yet she had made it this far, at least she had the good grace to appear embarrassed which was more than some children would have done in such a situation.
"Er... I'm new here, I'm a new recruit to Kabal."[/color]
The British mercenary blinked, his harsh demeanor temporarily falling as he came to grasps with the unexpected response. “Come again?” The hessian couldn’t have heard correctly could he? Slate had actually recruited a child into an combat coalition typically tasked with deprivation, destruction and death… the monotonous magnate had mentioned making changes to the organization but the elemental had assumed that was purely a reference to the labs itself. If the slight ingénue were to be believed though Mr. Schwartz ambitions ran further then he had initially believed. ‘This could prove troublesome…’
"I'm Luna, Luna Highland- um, sorry for the ruckus I'm still learning my powers here..."[/color]
Shifting his attention back to the matter at hand the reticent mercenary eyed the now shy gamine with a skeptical expression. In spite of being aware that much would soon be changing around Mondragon, the elemental was not yet at the point where he was willing to accept each and every asinine occurrence which came his way. “Pardon me for asking, but do you happen to know the name of the Kabal’s current leader?” Should the child prove to actually be a member of Slates new Kabal then there was little Simon could do about it, aside from perhaps choosing an alternate firing range. If, however, the child was unable to answer correctly then she would find herself on a one way express ticket out of the labs, courtesy of elemental airways.
Cafas: "Zephyr is the king of bad decisions, but if Sebby being weak to ghost is anything to go by, not so amazing at follow through."
Posted by lunahighland on May 7, 2009 11:03:18 GMT -6
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There was a blink of the eyes, then another, then silence. "...?" The green haired girl got the feeling this man did not believe her in any sense. It was strange for a young girl to be in Mondragon Labs of all places after all! "Like I said the first time, I'm a new recruit here." She blinked again at the odd question from Zephyr. "Oh! Sir Slate? I just met him yesterday for my entry into the Kabal ranks!" Luna spoke with a smile. She frowned however at the elementalist. "You don't trust me do you?" She asked with slightly narrowed eyes. She sniffed and pouted crossing her arms, "That's understandable I guess..."
A weary sigh drew itself from the hessians lips as the green haired gamine correctly identified Mondragons current CEO. Although the answer did not thrill him (Sir Slate? At what point had the boy been knighted?), it would seem that, for the moment at least, the child’s impetuous claim to the Kabals ranks possessed some limited form of legitimacy. The extent of such membership however would be a point the venal elemental chose to pursue with his vapid employer at the next available opportunity; if the proclaimed psychic was willing to allocate funds, funds likely recovered from the mercenary’s own rather reduced paycheck, simply to retain this petit infant then the insipid clone had best have a damn good explanation.
"You don't trust me do you?"[/color]
Arching an eyebrow at the puerile inquiry Zephyr responded blandly. “Should I?” The gamine was likely the only one within her age group for at least 20 miles, and that was a low estimate at best. Once one included the fact that that ingénue appeared to be lacking a chaperone whilst occupying what was potentially a highly lethal simulator her presence within the labs became altogether quite dubious. Yet if adolescent’s expression were anything to go by she seemed to be under the impression that the elemental was being somewhat unreasonable in his cynicism.
"That's understandable I guess..."
Shrugging his shoulders in a noncommittal fashion the azure eyed mercenary did not deign to give an immediate verbal response. The British libertine was somewhat torn as to what his next actions should be; part of him simply wished to exit room and proceed to the next available simulator. While such a course would effectively allow him to wash his hands of the juvenile gamine the hessian knew that it was highly probable the girl would kill herself if she continued utilizing the training facilities without instruction. Though such a thought did not bother the elemental unduly he was aware that his passage into this particular training unit had been captured by various surveillance devices and thus if the child’s demise were to be discovered after his departure some form of blame would likely placed upon his shoulders.
Although the elemental could possibly argue that it was the youths own foolishness which led to her death it was rather unlikely that Slate would accept such a justification of actions. Although logical the boy was something of an idealist and was liable to retort that hessian should have taken responsibility for the gamine until he could locate another to watch over her.
Another alternative he was currently considering allowed the mercenary to avoid the possible undesirable consequences of the former option but would require him to sacrifice the time he had set aside to refine his aim. If he acted prudently however the elemental could summon a guard or some other faceless member of staff to oversee the girls progress in relatively little time, likely the child would be insulted that he believed her to require assistance but that was no concern of his.
A third possibility would be to simply persuade the auburn eyed adolescent to leave the room; such a course would effectively kill two birds with one stone as the hessian would be able to begin training immediately and, additionally, could not be held accountable for whatever action the gamine undertook once she had left. The only question was how exactly he should encourage her departure. A simple request that she vacate the area would likely be turned upon himself as in all fairness the child had been here first. A reasoned explanation for her need to abscond would doubtlessly fare any better, the ingénues stance already hinted at a stubborn attitude and Zephyr had no interest in instigating an altercation where logic and rational would likely be ignored. The simplest course then would be to manipulate her emotions either by angering her to the point where his presence became intolerable or by whittling away her self confidence so that she doubted her own capabilities and thus her purpose at the labs.
“I will admit that I have my doubts regarding your presence here, moreover though I am skeptical about your usefulness. I do not believe I had even discovered my gifts at your age so control is likely something of an issue for you, one that could easily be dealt with at the Xavier institute.” The apathetic mercenary did not bother to affirm whether the girl possessed any knowledge of the mansion, in this part of the country it was rare to find anyone unaware of the school existence. “You would be able to socialize with your peers there and learn about your powers at a level more suited to your age. Here however there is no one for you to play with and precious few who care about your progress. So really I am wondering why Slate would allow you to join in the first place.”
Throughout his elocution the elementals tone calm but condescending as he sought to emphasize the thinly veiled insults within his speech in order to elicit either anger or doubt from the child before him.
--- ((OOC: Feel free to toss one of Luna's detonating dolls Zephyr's way should the inclination strike you. I'm sure there's more than one individual on the board who'd enjoy seeing the egotistical elemental taken out by an explosive teddy bear.))
Posted by lunahighland on May 11, 2009 19:11:19 GMT -6
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It was only about three minutes in this "conversation/interrogation" that Luna felt this guy was treating her well like- a kid! It was infuriating and even though she did not understand his speech pattern well she felt as though she was being insulted! Her left hand convulsively twitched as she went for a small bad on her hip. She pulled out some unassuming cotton fabric and clenched it in her palm into a fist. Pouring the energy into the fabric it soon appeared into a head of a teddy doll before it began to expand and grow a main body and limbs. She made a , a teddy bear?
Yes that was what it was, but it was more than that! It was an C4 explosive! Luna's anger at a pinch she threw the explosive doll at Zephyr with all her might as she grinned as it flew past him contacting with the wall. She only spoke one word- "boom", suddenly there was a second pause then a large "BOOM" and a explosive force rocked the room! How The British Mercenary reacted to this however was to be seen. "Pay back jerk!" She said with a smirk.
Maintaining his condescending visage Zephyr’s resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he watched the diminutive damsel’s expression slowly changed; shifting from stubborn resentment, to momentary confusion before swiftly evolving to undisguised animosity. This was far too easy, it was almost sad really; were all children this malleable? The elemental certainly couldn’t recall being so pliable when he was that age, perhaps the emerald haired child before him was just particularly callow? Whatever the case it would seem that the gamine would be out of his hair soon enough; her hands had already clenched into fists and for a moment the mercenary wondered idly if the child would attack him… that was until he noticed the strange item swiftly coalescing in the ingénues hands.
It started slowly at first; simply a strip of unassuming cotton cloth which slowly bent and curved, the materials momentum rapidly increased however as the fabric flexed and folded over itself swiftly assuming a form which came to resemble… a teddy bear?
‘You have got to be joking.’
The hessian blinked once, then twice, before slowly raising a hand to his brow and massaging his temples as he released a sigh mixed with both irritation and disappointment. This was the juveniles power? Manipulative abilities over mere cloth, a vain gift at best… and the fact that she chose to craft, what was in his opinion a mediocre doll at best, only served to further emphasize her lack of maturity. ‘I truly didn’t think Slate was so foolish.’ What purpose could this child serve? The gamine was still reliant upon puerile effigies for basic comfort, how could she be trusted with any form of responsibility if she was incapable of dealing with even mild criticism? Honestly what did the ingénue hope to accomplish by tossing her toy? Her throw couldn’t even be called accurate for it sailed at least a foot past the mercenary’s head.
A comment was just waiting upon the mercenary’s lips as the doll flew by, struggling to be released, however the hessian refrained from uttering such a tasteless remark upon the girls throwing abilities. It really would contribute nothing to the situation given the child’s gender however an observation needed to be made, if only to further aggravate the young female. “It would seem your mutation is not the only-”
An abrupt explosion swiftly ceased the elementals apathetic diatribe as the kinetic energy released from the previously unassuming doll rapidly expanded, shifting any and all matter from its path and Zephyr was no exception. Caught utterly off guard the elemental was unable to craft any form of barrier to diminish the concussive effect and thus was sent was thrown towards the center of the room without any control over his trajectory. The hessians mind had barely begun to process these improbable proceedings when a harsh scorching sensation made itself known across his upper back before he at last collided with floor.
A few moments passed as the scattered elemental gradually collected himself, allowing the slight darkness in his vision to slowly fade away as he took stock of his injuries. His skull was throbbing as though someone had just introduced it to a sledgehammer, there was a slight possibility of concussion but he judged his thoughts to be lucid enough to disregard the prospect. The next source of pain was a continuous burning sensation about the mercenary’s upper torso, making it somewhat arduous to move but not impossible as he cautiously got to his feet. Everything below his waist appeared to be fine, if somewhat bruised and the same could be said of his arms; overall though the hessian would have greatly appreciated an ample dose of painkillers at that moment. The lack of such medication however left the injured fainéant in a rather foul mood and only one available outlet.
“You have thirty seconds to explain why I shouldn’t suffocate you and deposit your body in the nearest disposal site.” As the elemental delivered this somewhat blasé threat his mind had already turned to the surrounding atmosphere swiftly grasping each particle of oxygen within the rooms confines and steadily removing it from the child’s vicinity. The effect of such an insidious action would not be immediately noticeable and would likely take far more than the stated thirty seconds, however the girl would likely begin to feel slightly lightheaded after that time if she failed to appease or halt the irate elemental.
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((OOC: I wasn’t quite sure how intense the explosion would be, however considering Zephyr was quite close to the wall and the blast was comparable to C4 I decided to lean towards a rather violent blast.
Anyway, my turn to throw out a godmod disclaimer. If you are unhappy with this post and want me to change anything just give me a PM and I’ll get right on it.))
Cafas: "Zephyr is the king of bad decisions, but if Sebby being weak to ghost is anything to go by, not so amazing at follow through."
Posted by lunahighland on May 20, 2009 7:48:57 GMT -6
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((As long as Zephyr doesn't kill off Luna it's fine then XD))
The shock of the explosion from her unassuming explosive shocked the young green head to the core! She wasn't expecting it to be so destructive and with such a large impact! Watching almost in slow motion as the British mercenary was tossed around like a ragdoll from the blast, Luna could only see snippets of her brother Owen who died in a similar blast- by her own mutation.... Eyes wide and full of fear Luna felt her body go numb,did she kill someone again?! 'N-No!...' Was her only conclusive thought as she felt her knees get weak.
Her fear of the man's harm however turned to fear of her life in a mere few seconds when the elemental had moved and threatened to end her life unless she gave a viable reason for her actions... Luna's fear turned to anger as she began to shout at Zephyr mind confused with a mishmash of emotions of the current events. "Dispose of me?! You were the one who started talking like you are all high and mighty-"
Suddenly the feeling off her precious air began to leave her, she feel on her knees this time from lack of oxygen. Luna looked with startled and scared eyes as she realized that this man was cutting of her oxygen supply! "I-I'm So-Sorry! P-Please- I don't want to D-DIE!" Luna began to panic trying to find air to breath in but to no avail, if this kept up she would die...
"Dispose of me?! You were the one who started talking like you are all high and mighty-"[/color]
Although Zephyr was not one to pander to the multitude of narrow minded views possessed by the media in this day and age he could not help but find his thoughts to be in accord with the somewhat trite view regularly spouted by so called “professional” scholars, namely that children these days possessed no manners. Indeed as Simon tightened his restrictive grip upon the girls air supply he found his views developing one step further; children also lacked a basic trait known as common sense. Honestly, even a lemming possessed the intelligence necessary to recognize that ranting against ones betters was, at the very least, ill advised. This premature adolescent however seemed to hold a deficit when it came to elementary survival instincts, how on earth she was expected to survive within the Kabal was anyone’s guess.
Women being what they were though the fickle femme was quick to change her tune once she became aware that the hessians words were more than an idle threat. Falling, rather gracelessly, to her knees the beryl haired gamine swiftly adopted an expression of outright panic as her lungs rapidly attempted to draw in the vital element which was silently being withheld. The site, by most measures, was what most would consider to be rather cruel if not totally heartless, any sympathy the mercenary may have possessed however was easily quelled by the incessant pain searing his upper back, allowing him to remain apathetic as he simply continued to asphyxiate the girl. The terms of this little showdown had been perfectly clear after all; the girl had thirty seconds to justify her actions or she would be asphyxiated until she lost consciousness and more conveniently removed from the facility.
"I-I'm So-Sorry! P-Please- I don't want to D-DIE!"[/color]
Zephyr regarded the infantile ingénue with a distant expression, his train of thought pausing momentarily as he considered this little turn in events. Despite what his current actions might infer the hessian had no intention of inhuming the child, discipline perhaps but certainly not kill. As a general rule the mercenary preferred any potential targets to have at least finished puberty and the adolescent before him clearly had yet to even enter the initial stages. Galling as it was to admit this little scene was nothing more than a petty act of intimidation, one the elemental was likely enjoying far more than he should…
“Tch.”
The sound was barely audible but even if it were missed the hessians eye roll was all too plain as he abruptly ceased his efforts to stifle the girl’s consciousness. He had made his point; the gamine would think twice before attempted another one of her explosive stunts, any continuation of his actions beyond this point would be purely excessive and degrading. That being said though the elemental still had a bone to pick with the emerald haired dollmancer, specifically, he wanted to know the exact properties of the gamine’s mutation. From what he’d just recently experienced the hessian believed that he understood at least its basic nature, but why assume when you can easily ask the source?
“Apology accepted.” The statement was bland if somewhat terse however it lacked the mercenary’s earlier contemptuous cadence, replaced instead with the quiet tone of authority he had adopted at the outset of this trite encounter. “There are few substitutions for good manners Miss Highland, I would suggest you bear that in mind for the future. Now what precisely were you doing here?”
Cafas: "Zephyr is the king of bad decisions, but if Sebby being weak to ghost is anything to go by, not so amazing at follow through."
Posted by lunahighland on Jun 2, 2009 14:33:44 GMT -6
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It wasn't easy for the the green haired preteen to breath at first, but when the man gave her the ability to breath again relief swelled her being. She sighed never wanting to stop breathing it felt too good! Getting up shakily she store at the man with a light glare but that soon resided to a nervous look. "Um.. well I'm training my abilities... It's not going so well though..." She blinked realizing that she was talking to the guy who almost murdered her and began to think Kabal wasn't her best choice in starting anew life in... Well atleast some people weren't out to kill her... She hoped.
Regarding the girl with an impassive gaze Zephyr remained silent as he watched the callow gamine before him gradually rise on shaking legs. The girl’s shoulders were still trembling as her body continued working overtime to return oxygen to her system, the visage of panic had also deserted her features, replaced instead with an expression which was a mix of shock and relief as her mind processed the sudden change in her environment. Such a reaction made it clear that the chills had never encountered a potentially lethal situation, this in itself was not overwhelming surprising, the girl appeared to have just barely reached double digits after all, yet the fact that she had been assimilated into a group comprised of dissolute killers was a worrying prospect and once again raised questions about the aptitude of the Kabals latest leader.
"Um.. well I'm training my abilities... It's not going so well though..."[/color]
“Clearly.”
The isolated lexeme was doused in a dry supercilious tone designed to easily convey the elementals utter lack of astonishment and slight disdain for the emotional adolescent. As with most children her age the girl had completely failed to properly interpret the nature of the question which had been posed to her. They were in a training facility after all, common sense dictated that the child would be sharpening her skills in some manner thus the gamine had done nothing but state the obvious, an annoying trait which was shared but innumerable individuals around the globe.
“Perhaps I should be more specific, how precisely were you schooling abilities?”
Depending on whether the foolish ingénues answer captured his interest the hessian could, perhaps, consent to sharing the training area with the child and possibly put her through her paces, Slate had to have enlisted her for some reason after all. Should the results of such a test prove disappointing however the mercenary could always use her for target practice if nothing else.
Cafas: "Zephyr is the king of bad decisions, but if Sebby being weak to ghost is anything to go by, not so amazing at follow through."
Posted by lunahighland on Aug 25, 2009 19:55:43 GMT -6
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The Doll mistress for all pretenses was just gaining her bearings yet she felt oddly calm. She managed to control her breathing now as at first it was ragged as her eyes dilated from the near death experience which presented it's self on her just moments ago. Even so, the shock began to fade slowly from her visage as she blinked whipping a strand of hair away from her hazel colored eyes. She stood more straight as a look of nervousness towards the what she thought was a wind user.
She would better to be cautious with her words least she wished to get him more agitated then he already was... Trying to think on how to "specifically" answer his question she sighed in a deep breath. "My training was little to none, if I WAS trained it was to find creative ways to fight with the least amount of damage. In other words I didn't gain much experience." If Luna was thinking all correctly she would of been in shock at her sudden jump in excelled speech though the thought hadn't crossed her mind as she was trying to gauge the man's reactions. What would he do?...
Blinking briefly in response to the almost serene response the apathetic air elemental stared silently at the aberrant adolescent before him as judicious his mind swiftly processed the emerald haired gamines abrupt change in demeanor. The child's leg's had stilled now and her shoulders had ceased trembling, even her breathing seemed to have shifted and gained a more regulated rhythm. The overall image was that of a placid ingénue recovering from a bought of stage fright, which seemed somewhat surreal when one recalled that the girl had been threatened with death not thirty seconds prior and collapsed into a convulsing pile of tears. For someone to recover so swiftly was incredibly irregular and possibly indicated a detrimental mental state of being, though with the type of entertainment available to the younger generation these days such a condition not be surprising. A slightly more rational explanation was that the witless youth had actually descended deeper into shock and as such her emotional sectors had simply ceased to function thereby permitting her to communicate in a more conducive manner.
Whatever the case may be the fact was that the guileless girl had succeeded in issuing an almost satisfactory statement; an accomplishment which warranted some form of acknowledgment lest the callow child result to sulking or some other juvenile behavior. Such a reaction would, in all probability not bode well for what was coming dangerously close to a civil conversation, therefore Zephyr released a sigh of mild aggravation as an expression bordering on ennui crossed over his features.
“So in essence you have no idea what you’re doing?”
The sentence was not worded perhaps as delicately as it could have been considering its recipient however, as has already been shown, the azure eyed hessian was not particularly concerned with emerald haired gamines sensitivities. All the mercenary wish to know was the nature of the adolescents mutation, a simple verification of his own extrapolation, however it seemed as though the child were ignorant of her own capabilities, a deplorable situation to say the least but when one took into account her admittance into an immoral organization well… it drew certain unsavory conclusions about the competence of management.
Allowing a condescending cadence t enter his voice the elemental stared blandly at the gamine before him as he issued a follow up query. “Let’s start with the basics then shall we? What can you do?”
Cafas: "Zephyr is the king of bad decisions, but if Sebby being weak to ghost is anything to go by, not so amazing at follow through."
Posted by lunahighland on Aug 26, 2009 21:43:55 GMT -6
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Luna wasn't sure what happened though before she realized it she was conscious again or.. was she unconscious at all? Blinking she store regaining her sense of mind as her head began to pound and her adrenaline began to speed up again. She tried breathing but her breathing was uneven still. It took several moments for her to still, yet even as her body was having a meltdown she could still hear the air users words quite clearly.
Oddly her mind seemed to focus more, it felt less fogged up and for once she found herself able to comprehend what the elder mutant was saying. It seems Luna had just forced herself to mentally mature. Something that shouldn't be possible but even so, it can happen in theory in certain but drastic situations. While having her meltdown memories flashed before her from the time she took her brothers life to the moment that the air elemental attempted to kill her. Or so in her mind it was what Zephyr was doing.
Whatever it was, it was painful and thus it sparked her logical side of her brain to be used more then her creative side. It was strange but now that she was thinking with a rational mind it gave forth to more possibilities. No doubt the man would think her as traumatized and worrying if Slate's mind was in place when selecting her into Kabal. Luna had thought of it in the past but never really thoroughly touched the idea. A child in a insidious organization who's goals even she was not sure of as of yet.
And yet it was the most absurd thing to be heard- even more when hearing her almost comical mutation! Right now she Luna would of laughed at herself but for some reason she felt herself the need to respond to Zephyr's questions....
"No.. I don't." She spoke chilled as though she was having a bad day. Yet it seemed off very off for the girl, she would usually give a big reason before explaining in little detail but now...
Even Luna was questioning her mental stability...
The green haired girl breathed before looking at the man with hazel glass-like eyes, eyes that were evident of her mutation as well as the stitches that were more like a scar that formed over her facial skin. To below her left eye to across the bridge of her nose to her lip, was a stitch like scar that seemed as though the doctor didn't take much care for a bad treatment. It was something from a horror movie in an odd sense.
"You can laugh afterwords- but my.. power is the ability to create exploding dolls.. The dolls are Teddy bears, they take no other form other than that, but are the strength of a C4 explosion..." She glared at him,then smirked "You know the blast that nearly knocked you unconscious?" Luna really had no right to sound smug since Zephyr could easily kill her with or without his mutant powers, yet a part of Luna was willing to take a chance for her own pride...