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25 March 2011 @ 02:44 am
WHO: Esper Terra, Esper Mikoto, Bob, and possibly you.
WHEN: 3/23 (wednesday) afternoon BECAUSE I AM THE TIMELIEST??
WARNINGS: Probable violence, self-loathing, mild self-harm, bloodshed. (don't worry, everyone gets better)
WHAT: Terra flips her shit!
WORDS: yes

[look down]
Current Music: [Dafydd] | Sköldpaddsklippan (Turtle Rock)
Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy: I'm not quite sure how to respond...
whoops i hope this doesn't end badly for him
bluepurrymuffin on March 25th, 2011 05:27 pm (UTC)
Hank was idly walking home from that day's classes, paying more attention to his comm than anything else, when he saw it. No, not it, he was fairly certain that should be her.

It was only once before that he'd seen such a sight, but it was an encounter that stayed with him, one he was still curious about. Which is why the memory bubbled to the surface as she crashed into the sidewalk in front of him and darted away.

It may not be wise to handle it alone, he thought to himself, but he couldn't stand by while this happened! She might hurt someone, or be hurt herself, and he couldn't allow that if there was something he could do. Helping monsters was in his job description after all.

So, he pocketed his phone and raced after her on all fours.
if (defined or oh, a little singeing never hurt anyone... nah, he'll come out just as fine as you want him to. != "") { print "
oh, a little singeing never hurt anyone... nah, he'll come out just as fine as you want him to." + "
"; } speedofnaked on March 25th, 2011 06:36 pm (UTC)
The advantage of flight was that, like with many other attributes of magic, there was less natural resistance to whatever it was she wished to do. No struggle for traction or building up acceleration, and no amount of gravity, altitude, or incline could slow or determine a path.

Unfortunately, it meant a disoriented flier was just as likely to crash into a wall as she was a building's side, which the Esper did with little preamble. There was no crater in the pavement or destruction of nearby cars; just a body hitting the ground, practically bouncing, and shooting off again with a loud electrical buzz and an inhuman cry. She paid little attention to where she went, with her head pounding and her whole body searing under her skin, but her self-caused terror did not make her deaf, or blind.

She stopped, for some definitions of the word: her near-to-ground flight arced vertical a couple meters, body turning in a move that seemed more convulsion than intention. The translucent appearance of flame around her only seemed to grow brighter as the beast looked down at, well, the other beast.

"Stay back!" the thing shouted with a voice that was rasped and wrung out, white hands stained with blood sweeping out; there were no wrinkles to see on her face, no eyebrows to contort, but her expression was one of pain.
Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy: Whoa HOLD ON!
he's no wolverine, but he heals okay
bluepurrymuffin on March 25th, 2011 07:45 pm (UTC)
He screeched to a stop in surprise, his claws leaving marks as they scraped across the pavement. She can speak. Theoretically, this would simplify any interaction, but he was drawing a blank as to how he should respond.

It was the recognition of agony that made him snap out of it. She was more than a confused fellow monster, but a potential patient.

He stood up on his hind legs and reached out a pleading hand. "Please, I-- I just want to help!"
if (defined or oh then he'll be fine, promise. != "") { print "
oh then he'll be fine, promise." + "
"; } speedofnaked on March 26th, 2011 07:43 am (UTC)
He was a strange-looking monster, but no magic radiated from his body. Not an Esper. He was not someone she recognized, despite having met him once before; her head wasn't in a place for such recollections.

Even if he was not close enough to touch her, she jerked backwards in the air like she were afraid of being burned. Or, perhaps, of burning him in return. Those grotesquely proportioned hands pressed against her face, practically glowing — no, literally glowing, whiter than her fur. Her words were muffled in her palms, but when she darted to the left in renewed flight, it was a different sound that followed. The clouds were not suited for it in the cold March snap, yet still a stray bolt of lightning struck down against the pavement, crackling in a way unlike ordinary thunder. It marked the spot she fled, and harmed nothing else.

A warning, perhaps.
Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy: Whoops! Must be careful here.bluepurrymuffin on March 26th, 2011 03:04 pm (UTC)
He jumped back when the lightning hit, startled. He was easily out of his league here, and by all rights he should just go home and call someone else in to keep an eye out.

But something about those hands, the proportions of them. She was something wholly other, far beyond anything he'd ever been or would be, but he couldn't help seeing parallels to himself in her.

He'd hesitated too long, she'd have a good lead on him by now. He leaped to the wall across the street and climbed it to the roof, hoping he might be able to catch a glimpse. After all, wasn't helping those who couldn't control their abilities what they'd tried to do all along?
if (defined or != "") { print "
" + "
"; } speedofnaked on March 27th, 2011 02:30 am (UTC)
Despite her speed, Terra's disjointed flight had not taken her very far. Part of her, that of the more confused, instinctual reactions, wanted to hurtle her at top speeds to the nearest and most powerful source force of magic to be found. In her own world, following that instinct had led her to old man Ramuh and answers to her past; here, the rest of her knew, following that path would deposit her on Illidan's doorstep. He was, quite obviously, the last person she wished to see as powerful as she was now.

But her power and direction were both things she struggled to control, emotions flaring; she acted like a fly in a bell jar, shooting twenty yards this way and thirty that, barely turning or slowing each direction she went.

If the blue creature without magic were still following her, she did not notice.
Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy: And then I POUNCE!bluepurrymuffin on March 27th, 2011 04:21 am (UTC)
It was hard to get any good visibility in Manhattan. Hank had to climb high to get any kind of a vantage point, and by then any activity on the streets beyond was outside his vision. Even with his enhanced sense, it was hard to pinpoint anything over the din of the City, but if he listened carefully he could still pick up what he thought might've been her.

As he leaped from building to building, he was momentarily envious of Spider-Man's weblines. They must've made maneuvering intracity travel much quicker! He had to compensate for her erratic changes in direction, but before long he found himself at the top of a block she was just turning into.

With one final pounce, he landed on the wall ahead of her. Tackling might've been the most direct approach, but he was still afraid. Gaining her attention, trying to appeal to her better nature, and maintaining pursuit if he could manage neither of those, seemed a safer course of action at the moment.
if (defined or != "") { print "
" + "
"; } speedofnaked on April 1st, 2011 04:26 am (UTC)
It was easy to ignore or miss noticing being chased, but when the blue creature was before her once again, Terra nearly gave herself whiplash in her own flight, stopping and kicking backwards in fright. She had already been attacked once today, and again and again before now in this form; what would this monster do to her?

In her fear and suffering she tore at the sides of her head, cutting at hair and skin both, blood running rivulets down her cheeks and temples, sticking to fingers glowing with magical power. She just wanted everything to stop, wanted somewhere to go, somewhere she could be safe, away, away, away — with a scream she flung her arms outward, ice forming in the cold air around the other monster, solidifying and crystallizing around him with a sickening crunch. In the moment it would take for the ice to crumble away into nothing, Terra was off again like a comet, refusing to think any more about this.
Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy: Too much right now.bluepurrymuffin on April 1st, 2011 08:00 am (UTC)
He was flash-frozen before he knew what hit him, only having enough time to adopt a look of utter shock. Not the first time he'd been encased in ice, given the company he kept, but far from what he'd been expecting. It held him that way for a few seconds before beginning to crack, at which point he put all of his strength into bursting out.

He lost his footing as he did so and fell nearly twenty feet before catching himself against the wall again, and even through his fur, a deep chill shook him to the core. It took a moment for him to return his attention to the pursuit, but he was left only glancing out in the direction she'd sped off in.

The trail had gone quite literally cold. He had not only failed, but possibly only frightened her more than she already had been.