Just an experimental scrap, as it occured to me while reading these bits..toss it out if ya'll want.
I don't post here as often as I should, or play on virtue as often (Well, not at all in the last...oh, eight months or so...I only just escaped world of warcraft.)
But I do have a character there. 'Nova Rose' is a peculiar synthesis of Catlin Fairchild, Utena, various X-men and my own concepts for a cool Energy/Energy blaster whom I could go into for a long, long time...
So..a bit of her.
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If I'd been playing my usual 'hero', this story would probably be different.
A lot more people would die, for one thing: But Kyriea (All seven and a half demonic feet of her) is on Justice server. And I was, that night, on Virtue.
When the change hit, a lot of people found that they had a bit of trouble controlling their abilities. Most of them, though, didn't do quite as badly as me. I think anyway.
I went from being a small, slight, thirty year old guy to being a slightly taller teenaged mutant girl, blinked, felt my feathery (bright neon pink) hair tickle my neck, shifted, feeling my entire anatomy be significantly different -
And then my body 'woke up', every cell feeling like it had suddenly started producing prodigious amounts of possibly thermonuclear fire.
Since this was actually more or less what they -had- done, and because I was staring in wonder at the crimson glove I was wearing and the perfect skin of my new hands rather than paying much attention to controlling it, and because I was suddenly aware of that energy, and indeed, all the free energy in my apartment, which I didn't understand, and which I pushed 'away' from myself as violently as possible - the recoil of my first energy blast tossed me backwards through the wall.
I didn't black out. This was no mercy; One - it was January, sleeting, and miserable, and two, I had a wonderfully view of the inside of my apartment, my computer, and my things, which were all various stages of smashed, blasted, or *on fire*.
Three, it hurt like hell. Concrete and brick walls aren't things you are supposed to go -through-. Four, people were running and screaming and pointing, mundane normal people and lots of them.
So I did what any teenaged mutant superhero does when faced with a screaming human mob: I ran like hell.
Or rather, I flew, streaking straight up as fast as I could - which was waaay too fast - without thinking about it.
When I did think of it, I was up about (I think) a mile. Rather than think about how I had just disintegrated *every piece of contact information I have*, and the agony of fear of not ever being able to talk to any of my friends again - I concentrated on inconsequential things.
Like realizing it was as cold as hell, but didn't really feel that way; Sleet whipped at me, but never quite touched the not-actually-leather pants and jacket of my favorite working battle costume.
Oh, and then the panic started to set in - blending the perfectly ordinary utter apeshit lunacy of a thirty year old guy who's just become his own fictional sexy walking thermonuclear bomb and the rational, channeled, controlled mortal terror of a mutant superhero from paragon city. That is - a hero who has to fear villains (Duh.) Normal people (Who quite often -still- have issues with Mutants, even in paragon), and occasionally other heroes (Because her father could do a good Magneto impression before he'd died.)
I had a nice long screaming, ranting, flaring, occasionally randomly exploding (Thankfully nothing but the sky) panic attack. The part of me that was Rosalyn Winter kept me from evaporating anything anyone else wanted to keep. The part of me who was alternating between 'Oh god I'm hot', 'I might blow up the city', and 'oh god, men are going to hit on me and It sounds like a nice idea' and 'oh gods dammit I just blew up my *house* and what am I going to -do-?' just gibbered uselessly.
Eventually I got tired of it, and told that part of me firmly to shut the hell up. I knew I was useless in stressful situations, but it really Irked Rose. He said 'Yes mam' and I tried to think of what to do. And started to get cold, which was bad.
I knew - Rose knew - that all of her powers were drawn from one of two sources - ambient energy which she absorbed, or the energy her cells generated, through some psionicly-fueled bit of biological fusion. Or possibly matter anhalation. Neither Rose nor I had ever been really clear on the explanation of how she does what she does.
There were limits to how much energy I could generate, though, and floating in the middle of a howling (or not so howling, it was actually sort of a miserable drizzle) sleet-storm was not a good time to be absorbing ambient energy.
Of course, hovering there introspecting about it and keeping myself from being frozen by the expedient of leaking energy wildly about wasn't helping things.
I squared my shoulders, dived for the ground and hoped, very feverently, that I would still be able to fly by the time I was within 'will not die if I fall' range of the ground.
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..I need to stop there because I must sleep before work tomorrow, but this is fun so far.![[Image: smile.gif]](http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/images/emoticons/smile.gif)
I don't post here as often as I should, or play on virtue as often (Well, not at all in the last...oh, eight months or so...I only just escaped world of warcraft.)
But I do have a character there. 'Nova Rose' is a peculiar synthesis of Catlin Fairchild, Utena, various X-men and my own concepts for a cool Energy/Energy blaster whom I could go into for a long, long time...
So..a bit of her.
***********************************************
If I'd been playing my usual 'hero', this story would probably be different.
A lot more people would die, for one thing: But Kyriea (All seven and a half demonic feet of her) is on Justice server. And I was, that night, on Virtue.
When the change hit, a lot of people found that they had a bit of trouble controlling their abilities. Most of them, though, didn't do quite as badly as me. I think anyway.
I went from being a small, slight, thirty year old guy to being a slightly taller teenaged mutant girl, blinked, felt my feathery (bright neon pink) hair tickle my neck, shifted, feeling my entire anatomy be significantly different -
And then my body 'woke up', every cell feeling like it had suddenly started producing prodigious amounts of possibly thermonuclear fire.
Since this was actually more or less what they -had- done, and because I was staring in wonder at the crimson glove I was wearing and the perfect skin of my new hands rather than paying much attention to controlling it, and because I was suddenly aware of that energy, and indeed, all the free energy in my apartment, which I didn't understand, and which I pushed 'away' from myself as violently as possible - the recoil of my first energy blast tossed me backwards through the wall.
I didn't black out. This was no mercy; One - it was January, sleeting, and miserable, and two, I had a wonderfully view of the inside of my apartment, my computer, and my things, which were all various stages of smashed, blasted, or *on fire*.
Three, it hurt like hell. Concrete and brick walls aren't things you are supposed to go -through-. Four, people were running and screaming and pointing, mundane normal people and lots of them.
So I did what any teenaged mutant superhero does when faced with a screaming human mob: I ran like hell.
Or rather, I flew, streaking straight up as fast as I could - which was waaay too fast - without thinking about it.
When I did think of it, I was up about (I think) a mile. Rather than think about how I had just disintegrated *every piece of contact information I have*, and the agony of fear of not ever being able to talk to any of my friends again - I concentrated on inconsequential things.
Like realizing it was as cold as hell, but didn't really feel that way; Sleet whipped at me, but never quite touched the not-actually-leather pants and jacket of my favorite working battle costume.
Oh, and then the panic started to set in - blending the perfectly ordinary utter apeshit lunacy of a thirty year old guy who's just become his own fictional sexy walking thermonuclear bomb and the rational, channeled, controlled mortal terror of a mutant superhero from paragon city. That is - a hero who has to fear villains (Duh.) Normal people (Who quite often -still- have issues with Mutants, even in paragon), and occasionally other heroes (Because her father could do a good Magneto impression before he'd died.)
I had a nice long screaming, ranting, flaring, occasionally randomly exploding (Thankfully nothing but the sky) panic attack. The part of me that was Rosalyn Winter kept me from evaporating anything anyone else wanted to keep. The part of me who was alternating between 'Oh god I'm hot', 'I might blow up the city', and 'oh god, men are going to hit on me and It sounds like a nice idea' and 'oh gods dammit I just blew up my *house* and what am I going to -do-?' just gibbered uselessly.
Eventually I got tired of it, and told that part of me firmly to shut the hell up. I knew I was useless in stressful situations, but it really Irked Rose. He said 'Yes mam' and I tried to think of what to do. And started to get cold, which was bad.
I knew - Rose knew - that all of her powers were drawn from one of two sources - ambient energy which she absorbed, or the energy her cells generated, through some psionicly-fueled bit of biological fusion. Or possibly matter anhalation. Neither Rose nor I had ever been really clear on the explanation of how she does what she does.
There were limits to how much energy I could generate, though, and floating in the middle of a howling (or not so howling, it was actually sort of a miserable drizzle) sleet-storm was not a good time to be absorbing ambient energy.
Of course, hovering there introspecting about it and keeping myself from being frozen by the expedient of leaking energy wildly about wasn't helping things.
I squared my shoulders, dived for the ground and hoped, very feverently, that I would still be able to fly by the time I was within 'will not die if I fall' range of the ground.
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..I need to stop there because I must sleep before work tomorrow, but this is fun so far.