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maskormenacelogs2014-03-10 06:20 pm
myownbestfriend) wrote in maskormenacelogs2014-03-10 06:20 pm
Entry tags:
- mackenzie "kenzi" malikov | n/a,
- † emma frost | white queen,
- † greed | n/a,
- † hope estheim | alexander,
- † jesse pinkman | diesel,
- † kanaya maryam-lalonde | psychopomp,
- † karen starr | power girl,
- † light yagami | n/a,
- † lightning | the savior,
- † miles edgeworth | n/a,
- † tony stark | iron man,
- † yako katsuragi | miss detective
Gonna burst into flame, go ahead
WHO: Anyone assisting in the Civil War Museum rescue thanks Lucifer
WHERE: the Civil War Museum, I hope
WHEN: 3/10, afternoon? correct me if I'm wrong
WHAT: BIG DAMN HEROES and/or screwups
WARNINGS: arson, civilians trapped in a burning building, will edit further warnings if necessary
Emma was more of a natural second-in-command, but she didn't see a leader emerging anywhere--civilian fire fighters or police officers hardly counted--and lord knew she had experience with getting a crowd of independent sorts to work together...by fair means or foul. Standing in front of the building, very visible in her impractical X-Men uniform, Emma reached out to the imPort minds she could feel nearby, the exertion of using her telepathic talent to do so many things at once starting cause the pink-white aura that was the visible signature of her power to dance in and around her eyes.
I'm Emma Frost. I'll be coordinating rescue efforts. Her telepathic voice came through strong and assured, along with a mental image of herself, tall, blond, and dressed in revealing white, with the encircled X of her team logo located rather questionably directly over her cleavage. For those of you who don't know me, I'm a telepath, and the joint leader of the X-Men, a superhero team in my home universe. For the moment you've been deputized, and given that I have high standards, congratulations are in order.
The speed of thought was fast enough for Emma's brand of dry wit not to use up too much time, but she switched to practical matters without more than a passing delay for banter. Our priorities are lives and keeping the fire from spreading, but after that we can let the local talent feel useful and put it out. Apprehending our arsonist can wait. If you need to talk to someone else on the team, just think it and I'll pass it on. This is functionally a mental conference call.
...All right, darlings, let's get started.
OOC: Right, so, this is a group log, and the threads don't have to include Emma. She's going to be a Useful Plot Device the way telepaths always are and make sure everyone has an excuse to thread with whoever they want and know things they might not otherwise not be able to find out. If your character is immune to psi or you otherwise don't want Emma in their heads, that's fine, too. Just specify so that no one assumes. And now I have to go cook dinner so I won't even be the first thread in my own log. ;___;
WHERE: the Civil War Museum, I hope
WHEN: 3/10, afternoon? correct me if I'm wrong
WHAT: BIG DAMN HEROES and/or screwups
WARNINGS: arson, civilians trapped in a burning building, will edit further warnings if necessary
Emma was more of a natural second-in-command, but she didn't see a leader emerging anywhere--civilian fire fighters or police officers hardly counted--and lord knew she had experience with getting a crowd of independent sorts to work together...by fair means or foul. Standing in front of the building, very visible in her impractical X-Men uniform, Emma reached out to the imPort minds she could feel nearby, the exertion of using her telepathic talent to do so many things at once starting cause the pink-white aura that was the visible signature of her power to dance in and around her eyes.
I'm Emma Frost. I'll be coordinating rescue efforts. Her telepathic voice came through strong and assured, along with a mental image of herself, tall, blond, and dressed in revealing white, with the encircled X of her team logo located rather questionably directly over her cleavage. For those of you who don't know me, I'm a telepath, and the joint leader of the X-Men, a superhero team in my home universe. For the moment you've been deputized, and given that I have high standards, congratulations are in order.
The speed of thought was fast enough for Emma's brand of dry wit not to use up too much time, but she switched to practical matters without more than a passing delay for banter. Our priorities are lives and keeping the fire from spreading, but after that we can let the local talent feel useful and put it out. Apprehending our arsonist can wait. If you need to talk to someone else on the team, just think it and I'll pass it on. This is functionally a mental conference call.
...All right, darlings, let's get started.
OOC: Right, so, this is a group log, and the threads don't have to include Emma. She's going to be a Useful Plot Device the way telepaths always are and make sure everyone has an excuse to thread with whoever they want and know things they might not otherwise not be able to find out. If your character is immune to psi or you otherwise don't want Emma in their heads, that's fine, too. Just specify so that no one assumes. And now I have to go cook dinner so I won't even be the first thread in my own log. ;___;
OPEN
[Kenzi doesn't like the sound of someone else in her head telling her what to do. Her own voice in her head is a enough, thank you. Of course, no matter what she does she can't block Emma out.
And then she realizes why the name is familiar.]
Jules' teacher. [She doesn't mean to broadcast that back but it happens.
She's positioned herself at one of the windows, for the moment, where she's trying to push the flames and other debris away from it so people can easily pass through. She'd go in herself and carry people out if she thought that'd help, not that she really wants to, but she knows her shields won't protect her from the heat and she'd rather not catch her hair or anything else on fire.]
I'm doing my best with keeping things clear but I'm not sure how long I can keep this up. [The force of her will might be part of what powers her abilities but how much she's had to eat does as well.]
B. After
[By the end of it all Kenzi is near exhausted and starving. Cover in soot, her outfit singed and she probably has a few minor burns on her arms. She's settled off to the side for the moment to regain some energy so she can fly her sorry butt back to the house and clean up.]
Why the hell do I get myself into these things. [She wonders out loud. She's no hero, she's said that time and again and yet here she is.]
A ofc
Julian Keller? [She doesn't truly need to ask, since faces are so closely linked to names in people's minds.] Yes. Hello, dear. [Friends of Julian's rate a "dear." Get used to it.]
Do you think you'd be able to support the weight of a person?
[Emma has no idea how strong a telekinetic Kenzi is, and is too busy doing a dozen other things telepathically to dig up Kenzi's own conception of herself.]
no subject
Dear? No, never mind. Yeah, we was friends while he was here.
[A pause as she's busy helping someone.]
Yeah, sure. No big deal but I can only keep this up for so long before the tank hits E.
no subject
[Emma is unconcerned with niceties like "free will" pretty much all the time, but even more so during an emergency.]
Don't try to push past your limits. There are more than enough imPorts here to handle this even if you need to withdraw.
[Teamwork!
That thing Emma is hideously bad at.]
no subject
[In a case like that she can just make a slide, the joys of shield constructs, they aren't as taxing on her as using her TK is.]
They gonna be able to slide down if I made one for 'em?