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CallaLily180 said
I would love too, but I don't want to make it unrealistic...I mean seriously I could do this;She suddenly realizes the use of her powers will get her out of the situation, and a chaotic storm of elements plow through the enemies. Afterwards she feels herself hurt, bleeding from her shoulder and leg, and collapses to the ground with a scream. But that really wouldn't happen, she would just get shot. That is why I wanted to develop her powers and make her learn, but it seems to have turned against me.
Maybe Morena could get a hold of a gun? Rory disarmed a few guards, so it might not be too far fetched. If not, you could have her take cover while she tries to figure out what to do. That way you avoid getting shot and have a little character growth tossed in there when she figures out a way to use her mutation offensively. : 3
FaithsRose said
I am glad I'm not the only one then :P Everything is so detailed though :D Which is nice ^^Yay :D Another post! Nicely done by the way xD
Thank you so much! ^^ That one was kinda hard. So much happened for Rory to catch up with. Lol
Did it! : D
Aurora Claudwell
Rory had been anticipating the trip to the museum with a mix of feelings. She had visited that particular museum before. Her parents had donated a substantial amount of money to the arts, and this museum had found itself on that lengthy list. Initially, she had been looking forward to revisiting this place from her past. A place that had managed not to change too much.
However, the closer the day drew, the more anxious she became. As she walked into the building, near to her friends, her features took on a distant, contemplative manner as she considered the strange dreams she had had the previous nights, always escalating in vibrancy and urgency. Initially, they had been hard to discern from the subconscious blur of sleep, but as the field trip grew closer, they became more definite. Screaming, crying, and earthquakes.
She felt as if she were on high alert when she stood within the entrance of the museum, unable to shake the feeling of doom that lingered just beneath the surface of her mind. Luna's words cut through her thoughts, "I can't believe you talked me into this..." It seemed to snap her back into the present. She lifted her hazel eyes and turned them on Luna with an amused grin. Yet, while carrying the distinct feeling that something was wrong here, she couldn't help but regret that she had persuaded her friend to attend. She wished that her friends were far, far away from this place. She felt a deeper surge of dread when Kitty called the groups, isolating her from Alicia, Luna, and Naka. All three. She hadn't even be placed with Daisy. She frowned. Of course they had been separated. Was there anything surprising there? "Should have figured we'd get separated," Luna echoed her thoughts, "Try not to have too much fun without me..." Despite her gloomy mind set, Rory couldn't help but smile back at Luna's flirtation. Rory had noticed the shift in her teasing behavior, but of course she didn't mind, so she didn't comment on it. "No promises," she playfully responded, waving to Luna, Alicia, and Naka before being sectioned off into her group.
As they parted ways, her worry intensified. She tried to remind herself that dreams were only dreams. Murmurs of the subconscious. Still, she would have felt calmer if she were able to see her friends and know for sure that nothing bad was happening to them.
She tried to enjoy the displays, but she had seen many of them before, and her leader didn't seem too impressed by them either. Thoughts plagued her, such as, 'Should I text? Just to make sure they're okay?' She shook that notion away. That was silly wasn't it? If something happened, she would know. Guards would take action, the leaders would be notified...something that would tip her off.
And suddenly, as she was distractedly skimming an educational placard before an incomplete set of bones, it happened. She felt the familiar tingle along her spine that urged her to move. To her, it felt as if time slowed. The explosions sounded like long, drawn out rolls of thunder, consecutive and extremely loud to her sensitive ears. As the building rocked and groaned, she sprang faster than the human eye from the center of the room to the edge. Before the explosions even ended, she was positioned safely on top of a sturdy display. She had an explicit view of the scene unfolding. Earthquake, her mind supplied. She felt a tremor of that familiar dread, doused with a sense of eerie foreknowledge trickling beneath her skin. At the numerous screams of fear, the sense only grew.
She slipped down from the display and descended into chaos. Mostly, the civilians were terrified. They didn't know how to handle a crisis. But then, did she? The voice boomed across the loudspeakers, seeming to be much louder than necessary to her alert and heightened senses. At the conclusion of that friendly speech, the numerous guards appeared. Rory's first instinct was to blast through them and get to her friends. To Luna, Alicia and Naka. The urge was nearly overpowering. She couldn't, wouldn't allow them to be harmed. Before her minds eye, she saw the faces of her mother, father, and her small sister. Her brother before he had disappeared in the flaming night. The pain felt sharp and new. No, she wouldn't allow this.
The sound of shots sliced through her mind like a razor, and she was suddenly alight with fury. She took Mr. Faraday's question as permission to spring forward, at a speed that would challenge a bullet, and connected with the nearest soldier. A shot fired, and missed. Her greatest strength was her speed. In her aggressive state, she was blindingly fast as a clawed hand reached up and pierced through the trigger hand of a guard. There was an agonized shout as the weapon clattered to the ground. Within seconds, the unfortunate man was flipped around in front of her body, a human shield as she pushed forward to disarm three more of them in a few fluttered blinks of an eye.
Rory had been anticipating the trip to the museum with a mix of feelings. She had visited that particular museum before. Her parents had donated a substantial amount of money to the arts, and this museum had found itself on that lengthy list. Initially, she had been looking forward to revisiting this place from her past. A place that had managed not to change too much.
However, the closer the day drew, the more anxious she became. As she walked into the building, near to her friends, her features took on a distant, contemplative manner as she considered the strange dreams she had had the previous nights, always escalating in vibrancy and urgency. Initially, they had been hard to discern from the subconscious blur of sleep, but as the field trip grew closer, they became more definite. Screaming, crying, and earthquakes.
She felt as if she were on high alert when she stood within the entrance of the museum, unable to shake the feeling of doom that lingered just beneath the surface of her mind. Luna's words cut through her thoughts, "I can't believe you talked me into this..." It seemed to snap her back into the present. She lifted her hazel eyes and turned them on Luna with an amused grin. Yet, while carrying the distinct feeling that something was wrong here, she couldn't help but regret that she had persuaded her friend to attend. She wished that her friends were far, far away from this place. She felt a deeper surge of dread when Kitty called the groups, isolating her from Alicia, Luna, and Naka. All three. She hadn't even be placed with Daisy. She frowned. Of course they had been separated. Was there anything surprising there? "Should have figured we'd get separated," Luna echoed her thoughts, "Try not to have too much fun without me..." Despite her gloomy mind set, Rory couldn't help but smile back at Luna's flirtation. Rory had noticed the shift in her teasing behavior, but of course she didn't mind, so she didn't comment on it. "No promises," she playfully responded, waving to Luna, Alicia, and Naka before being sectioned off into her group.
As they parted ways, her worry intensified. She tried to remind herself that dreams were only dreams. Murmurs of the subconscious. Still, she would have felt calmer if she were able to see her friends and know for sure that nothing bad was happening to them.
She tried to enjoy the displays, but she had seen many of them before, and her leader didn't seem too impressed by them either. Thoughts plagued her, such as, 'Should I text? Just to make sure they're okay?' She shook that notion away. That was silly wasn't it? If something happened, she would know. Guards would take action, the leaders would be notified...something that would tip her off.
And suddenly, as she was distractedly skimming an educational placard before an incomplete set of bones, it happened. She felt the familiar tingle along her spine that urged her to move. To her, it felt as if time slowed. The explosions sounded like long, drawn out rolls of thunder, consecutive and extremely loud to her sensitive ears. As the building rocked and groaned, she sprang faster than the human eye from the center of the room to the edge. Before the explosions even ended, she was positioned safely on top of a sturdy display. She had an explicit view of the scene unfolding. Earthquake, her mind supplied. She felt a tremor of that familiar dread, doused with a sense of eerie foreknowledge trickling beneath her skin. At the numerous screams of fear, the sense only grew.
She slipped down from the display and descended into chaos. Mostly, the civilians were terrified. They didn't know how to handle a crisis. But then, did she? The voice boomed across the loudspeakers, seeming to be much louder than necessary to her alert and heightened senses. At the conclusion of that friendly speech, the numerous guards appeared. Rory's first instinct was to blast through them and get to her friends. To Luna, Alicia and Naka. The urge was nearly overpowering. She couldn't, wouldn't allow them to be harmed. Before her minds eye, she saw the faces of her mother, father, and her small sister. Her brother before he had disappeared in the flaming night. The pain felt sharp and new. No, she wouldn't allow this.
The sound of shots sliced through her mind like a razor, and she was suddenly alight with fury. She took Mr. Faraday's question as permission to spring forward, at a speed that would challenge a bullet, and connected with the nearest soldier. A shot fired, and missed. Her greatest strength was her speed. In her aggressive state, she was blindingly fast as a clawed hand reached up and pierced through the trigger hand of a guard. There was an agonized shout as the weapon clattered to the ground. Within seconds, the unfortunate man was flipped around in front of her body, a human shield as she pushed forward to disarm three more of them in a few fluttered blinks of an eye.
Ugh, so behind! >< Im working on a post. Sorry to be taking so long.
I'll have a post up tomorrow!
Aurora Claudwell
Rory's attention switched back to Alicia at the prompted question. "We used to party, y'know, pre-mutant days," she joked. Part of her felt bad for dragging them around the school when all they likely wanted to do was catch up with everyone, but the more selfish part just knew that she needed her friends. They helped her to focus on the present, when her burdened mind was constantly wandering towards the past. She wished she could tell them how much they were helping her now, simply by carrying casual conversation, but there were more pressing matters.
Naka seemed to close the discussion on her mutation with that statement. Obviously, Rory was curious, but she let it slide. Her mutation would come to light eventually, everyones did here, and she wasn't likely to get her to spill details in front of Luna and Alicia, whom she had never met before. Even she had to admit that she didn't know Naka all that well, aside from how well you could get to know someone over blaring music and suspicious plastic solo cups.
These concerns, no matter how valid, flew from her mind as they entered the infirmary. Her focus was easily stolen by the shockingly gorgeous man behind the counter. She caught Naka's view of unbelief, and returned it in kind. How had she been going to school here for months, and never noticed this guy? In fairness, Rory didn't require use of the clinic all that often. Being as quick as she was on her feet kept her out of most trouble, and the few trips she had made here she assumed must not have been on his shift. She would have definitely remembered this guy.
She observed as the dreamy doctor treated Naka, feeling a mixture of amusement and subtle envy. She had been leaning against the wall of the doorway, observing when he turned those warm brown eyes her way. She was only the slightest bit tickled that he knew her name. Tilting her head, she gave him a charming sort of smile that softened out her hazel eyes. "Of course, Colin," she chimed, as if there were no better way she could be spending her day, "Thank you so much for your help." Sometimes, her upper-class social graces were quite useful.
She gave a nod to Naka, and gestured towards the door. A mischievous smile played on her features as she lead Naka from the room. Once they had safely exited, she gave a snicker of laugher. It seemed that her flirtation with Mender had been playful in nature. "I think I may need some 'mending' in the future," she teased, giving a wink to Naka. She was already walking in the direction of the kitchen, leading the foursome as a casual pace, the heels of her boots clicking against the hard flooring and her dark hair dancing around her bare shoulders, left uncovered by the summery blouse she wore. "Shame that I've never met him before."
It would be brief journey to reach the kitchen, which was placed along the route the front office. Once there, Rory knew well enough to help herself to a bottled beverage in the refrigerator, which she displayed to Naka for approval. It was a chilled bottle of sweetened lemonade. "There's water in here somewhere..." she added as she rummaged about a few different packages, as an alternative if her friend turned the sweet drink down.
Rory's attention switched back to Alicia at the prompted question. "We used to party, y'know, pre-mutant days," she joked. Part of her felt bad for dragging them around the school when all they likely wanted to do was catch up with everyone, but the more selfish part just knew that she needed her friends. They helped her to focus on the present, when her burdened mind was constantly wandering towards the past. She wished she could tell them how much they were helping her now, simply by carrying casual conversation, but there were more pressing matters.
Naka seemed to close the discussion on her mutation with that statement. Obviously, Rory was curious, but she let it slide. Her mutation would come to light eventually, everyones did here, and she wasn't likely to get her to spill details in front of Luna and Alicia, whom she had never met before. Even she had to admit that she didn't know Naka all that well, aside from how well you could get to know someone over blaring music and suspicious plastic solo cups.
These concerns, no matter how valid, flew from her mind as they entered the infirmary. Her focus was easily stolen by the shockingly gorgeous man behind the counter. She caught Naka's view of unbelief, and returned it in kind. How had she been going to school here for months, and never noticed this guy? In fairness, Rory didn't require use of the clinic all that often. Being as quick as she was on her feet kept her out of most trouble, and the few trips she had made here she assumed must not have been on his shift. She would have definitely remembered this guy.
She observed as the dreamy doctor treated Naka, feeling a mixture of amusement and subtle envy. She had been leaning against the wall of the doorway, observing when he turned those warm brown eyes her way. She was only the slightest bit tickled that he knew her name. Tilting her head, she gave him a charming sort of smile that softened out her hazel eyes. "Of course, Colin," she chimed, as if there were no better way she could be spending her day, "Thank you so much for your help." Sometimes, her upper-class social graces were quite useful.
She gave a nod to Naka, and gestured towards the door. A mischievous smile played on her features as she lead Naka from the room. Once they had safely exited, she gave a snicker of laugher. It seemed that her flirtation with Mender had been playful in nature. "I think I may need some 'mending' in the future," she teased, giving a wink to Naka. She was already walking in the direction of the kitchen, leading the foursome as a casual pace, the heels of her boots clicking against the hard flooring and her dark hair dancing around her bare shoulders, left uncovered by the summery blouse she wore. "Shame that I've never met him before."
It would be brief journey to reach the kitchen, which was placed along the route the front office. Once there, Rory knew well enough to help herself to a bottled beverage in the refrigerator, which she displayed to Naka for approval. It was a chilled bottle of sweetened lemonade. "There's water in here somewhere..." she added as she rummaged about a few different packages, as an alternative if her friend turned the sweet drink down.
LyricsKiss said
Post is up! Everyone feel free to drool over our hottie NPC Colin 'Mender' :-P
Oh, Rory will. Shameless flirt, she is c:< heheehe
Phoebas said
Guys! Gals! We have a troll!!! Can we keep it?! I've always wanted a pet. :D
We'll put it in Daisy's room. x3
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