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Though if we can't find horses, probably any mountable animal would do.
A Pegasus anyone?
"Not it."
- Flickerwing
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"Not it."
- Flickerwing
Location: By the Headmaster's office
Skills/Powers/Equipment: N/A
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Unlike most others, Victoria has not gone home. In her head, she was calling staying at the school 'Jordaning it out'. Ironic, since Leah has actually gone away, although if Vicky could tell, she did not look as happy as someone who was given a new place to stay when she was leaving for the break. Probably something to do with having to leave her fortress, Vicky thought. And if someone could physically prevent her from coming back on her own volition, a hulk probably qualified.
Unfortunately, there was no time to handle the problems of others. The android had more than enough problems of her own. Vicky has looked up available psychiatrists in the area and found someone who actually had a free slot on such a short notice. Initially, she even felt like a responsible member of society, coming to terms that she had a mental health issue and taking steps to solve it. But, of course, nothing with her was ever so simple.
It didn't help. A week has gone by, she had a session every day and nothing to show for it. The doctor mentioned that it may be a futile effort since she wasn't human and noone could guarantee the same approach that worked for them would work on her. And not only that, but something that had loomed over her ever since she was active took on a new, dark presence in her mind. Her purpose. Vicky thought that she has wanted to do this. That it was her choice, even if she was meant to do this by her creators. And even though she was never sure of it, she was kind of okay with the possibility that that drive was actually hard-coded into her being.
Now though, she was given a mirror of what she could become in this line of work. That her system was very much vulnerable, albeit under some rather extremely convenient circumstances. And for the first time, she doubted whether this was the best course of action. Perhaps she could do the most good for humans by not actively searching for people who could turn her into another Ultron? And what did she do first with that doubt? Rather than weighing the pros and cons of staying the course or abandoning the superhero path, as logic would dictate, she ran to a psychologist doing her best to remove what she considered an obstacle in her purpose. And for the first time it bugged her: Was that her choice, or was that a program telling her to get back in line? Was she actually free to choose?
And that was only part of it. What has happened to her as of late? Vicky has split her days into three parts. Visit the doctor in the morning, train in the afternoon, and tinker in the evening. And during the last part, she has reviewed her previous plans, and was appalled at her priorities. What the hell? I have started everything I could think of and what have I actually finished? What do we have here? Making the armor more streamlined: Barely an idea. Miniaturizing the MFG? Concept drawings. Repairing my internal antenna? Not. Even. A. Thought. There was even talk of coming up with something to help Diana teleport in one piece, what happened to that, huh? And Leah's implant? You are some friend, van Dyne. Absolute mess!
Vicky forbid herself from starting anything new until she either made tangible progress on anything on that list, or decided to abandon that idea. Which turned out to be easy, since she did not want to repair her antenna until she analyzed how Edward took such a firm grip of her, and streamlining the armor went into the garbage bin immediately as that was far too big of a project than she presently had resources for. Those mini-MFG though? Those required some more attention.
Now though, it was new week, and she has received summons to the headmaster's office. No doubt something concerning the contest. Which can crash and burn as far as I care. On her way there, she replied to Cassandra:
Nuts'n'bolts:
Can do. By the big tree in the yard? Yell when you're free.
Can do. By the big tree in the yard? Yell when you're free.
As she arrived by the hedmaster's office, she noted a couple of familiar faces there already. "Mornin'." Vicky greeted everyone yet noone in particular, leaning on the wall, giving the present company a once-over:
Ew. Get a room.
Oh, wow. 'My body has been through some changes recently'.
Well you look... Worse off than I am. Broke a nail or somehing?
She decided to stop before she blurted something out loud.
Location: Stark hall
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As she returned from her walk, a lot fewer people were mingling about. Vicky supposed that sleep was desirable after an vent like this. For those lucky enough to be able to. she thought, still quite bitter about her lacking capabilities.
The Avengers were still there though, and She-Hulk waved her over, asking to contact her guardian. "You mean my creator slash owner? No thanks. Not in the mood to talk to her of all people. Besides, you brought Scott Lang, he's close enough. Tell him to get the story out of the park's ants."
With that she walked off. Her 'guardians' were ill equipped to help her anyway. Her present situation showed just how well Hope was able to design her AI's hardware, and while Scott was a lovable oaf, his background in electrical engineering and burgalry would not be of use in calming the hurricane of her mind.
Why was she surprised? Biological life had millions of years of iterative design to figure out the kinks and balance all the settings. It was hubris of humanity to think they could do in the timespan of one generation what took nature that long, and here was the result. Your feeling machine is ready to break, because you made her incomplete. Just stop making thinking machines, you don't have what it takes to make them correctly! Fuh. I gotta think of something else or I will go nuts.
She rounded the corner and headed to the workshop, hoping that focusing on precision work would allow her enough respite until tomorrow.
Flickerwing
Location: Above Balenof's
Current objective: Satisfy curiosity
At first, he thought that animals were ruling this world, as an ape, and possibly a strange fish with horizontal tail fin and a... beak? Were showing the most intelligence, but nowhere hear his kind.
A week ago though he has made an interesting discovery. While he was resting high in the canopies, he spotted a hairless ape. Which would be nothing strange, were it not for the fact that she was riding a weird, white, wingless and hornless alicorn. That was a trick he has not seen before! Flickerwing supposed his species did not need to invent anything like it since their wings could carry them faster than anything on land.
He has been shadowing her since, and found more interesting stuff. Apparently, the apes have been collecting themselves in patches of heavily reshaped land that reminded him of the crystalline dwellings of the fairies of his homeworld.
Even more interesting, they mostly seemed content staying there, only a few of them venturing out from their mounds of stone and wood. The few like the Not-alicorn rider that ventured out seemed to collect in a single building.
He has made his new camping place on its roof, cloaking himself while flying over the apes' dwellings as to remain incognito, the only creature aware of his presence was the marten that has made home in the attic - Or so Flickerwing hoped.
Easier? Sure. More fun? No :D Flickerwing will only just arrive, I think. For glorious chaos.
Hum. So, basically the same premise as Kickass? (I assume this would be happening in present day-ish world?)
Location: Stark hall
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As she walked, Vicky was worried a little what she would do if some of the lowlifes tried to make a move on her. She was switching between emotions like a pendulum and didn't trust herself to hold back until she managed to clear her head. Fortunately, her state of mind seemed to permeate throughout her whole being as the couple of people she has met on her way seemed to cross the street in a hurry when they noticed her.
Unfortunately, the bouncer at the club was not impressed and told her off. Briefly she entertained the idea of y climbing the building and making her way in through a different point of entry, but after some rational thought managed to take root in her chaos ridden processes, she abandoned her quest and went to a nearby park to be alone with her maddening thoughts. Checking whether the spot she picked wasn't claimed by a bum for this night, she lied down in the grass and stared up at the sky, barely a star being visible through all of the light pollution emitted by the town.
For just a brief moment, she managed to just look up at the great dark beyond, nary a thought in her head. Finally, a brief moment of peace in the torrent of thought. What am I doing here? she asked herself finally. I've been here for two years before now, and I don't think I was ever so miserable. To think that having little to no friends and no social life would be less of a pain than getting out there and making 'friends'. And where did it get me? Being shoved into a role I don't care for on a team of people who I mostly don't get along with. Or people who would stab me in the back!
A new spike of anger washed over her, and her clenching fists torn the blades of grass from it's roots where they rested. That bastard. Not only did he play her like a fiddle, but he- The anger flew away and was replaced with something else entirely. GET OUT OF MY HEAD! she remembered herself screaming as she was in the background, watching her body being used to wipe out her classmates. Vicky pulled her arms around herself. Violated, that was the word to describe how she felt.
It shouldn't matter. It should not mean anything. Everyone made it out alive, and Edward was handled. She should take it as a learning lesson and move on, there was no logical reason for her to feel like this! This... dirty! Her face scrounged up into a grimace. Brushing a finger under her eye, she looked it, completely dry. "I hate you, Hope." Victoria whispered into the night. Mother, she called her. Some mother that woman was! Likely galivanting through the quantum realm again when she needed her. "I hate you for making me like this. For giving me emotions, but not the shell to process them. I can't cry, I can't dream, and I'll never forget any of it. Thanks for making me so that this will haunt me forever." she sat up, propping herself on her arms. "Machines were not meant to feel." she aired her thoughts at noone.
Feeling a tickle on her palm, she raised her hand to her eyes to look at the culprit. An ant was scurrying about on it. Vicky envied it. A small, simple creature, perfectly fitting into it's own nest's hierarchy. Unburdened by the feelings of not belonging, and having a perfectly defined role to fulfil. What a life. "You go ahead and tell them that." she spoke to the ant. "Tell them that I tried doing what they want me to do, but it is turning me into a wreck. I don't care for it anymore. I'll be their soldier machine, because I do want to protect others. But I don't need to put up a façade of being human to do that. I'm going to do it my way. And if my overlords aren't happy with me, they know where they can find me. Come and try to shut me down." Vicky set the ant back on the ground, got up, dusted herself and headed back to the dorm. She had a ton of stuff to do if she wanted to make sure she was never blindsided like this again.
Hm... Was kinda going for an angry little loudmouth, the not talking is kinda hindrance. With them constraints, how about a Fae dragon instead?
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