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shoshana shafir. chamber twenty five. israeli national. born with the power of kinetic absorption.

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sᴄᴀʀʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ • • •

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"Oh yes, yes. I’m sure you don’t need it." There is a rising heat in his tone, turning back to her now that the shirt was in his grasp. Gaze meeting & it’s there the common emotion they felt that is an extreme dislike for one another is seen. With a condescending look, very unfitting of a man of his age & profession but he really could not stand her. "Since you’re jus’ all too powerful for us, isn’t that it?” Another jab, oh how far would he go to piss off the younger girl? How could he? But perhaps it’s because the fact he knew her, not truly but he knew her. His belief that she took her powers for granted, that it provided her with all that she needed which could be true but there was limitations to everyone. Building endurance & speed wasn’t a bad thing but apparently it was an unneeded activity.

"you know what i mean, brat.” his tone coated thickly with distaste & there it is. His notorious temperament, even if he knew the odds were staked against him. Fearless as ever, he takes a step closer which only lessens their already close distance. “I know fuckin’ plenty, o’glorious student. Know that ya’ that damn special echad that so holier than thou, what’cha gon’ do? Beat me? Hurt me?”

It comes out too fast, too fast for her to answer the questions he honestly does not need answers to. So what he says next is in the heat of the moment, too brashly said that he knew would bruise anyone who faced such circumstance. For what Cathal did not have in power, he had this much. “Wouldn’t your mom be proud of that. She would at least sucked it up & taken the class.”

It’s a claim that warrants a beating, a statement that he would gladly take responsibility for. For what else could this brat say to him, for what could she take from him that hasn’t been taken already? The ex-solider snorts with obvious disgust, spinning around on his heel. Pulling on the shirt swiftly, forgetting in that instance that at the moment giving his back to her was probably not the smartest of his actions. Forgetting what she was truly capable of.

But cathal was never a smart man, more brawn than brains. Even when his own powers dealt with the mind, how contradicting. 

[is-shoshana]

'it's not like that.' she snarled, annoyed at all of his accusations and assumptions. 'you're an asshole, you know that? you haven't stopped putting words in my mouth since i got here. you were ready to start something when i walked in. you're a fucking child.' she hissed, wanting to punch him right in his mouth just to shut him up. he took shot after shot at her, assuming she thought she was better than the other students, assuming she thought she was better than everyone else because she was an echad, when none of it was really the truth, whatsoever.

shoshi heard him mention her mother and something inside of the small woman snapped. when her mother had been murdered along with the rest of her family, shoshana had gone to a very dark place and it took so much for her to pull herself back from the brink and not be consumed. oh, how she had wanted to let the darkness take her, it would've been so much easier than feeling the pain but she couldn't because of her mother.

'you..' she bellowed as he turned his back to her. 'you don't get to talk about my mother.' her voice was full of rage but even more than that it was fragmented with so much pain and heartbreak. before she knew what she was doing she had a hand grabbing at the seat of his pants, the other twisting into the newly dawned shirt. with little effort she seized the man and flung him across the room and in what seemed to be two steps, she was knelt down next to him, her voice low and promising of worse than what she had just accomplished. she wanted to pummel his face into a pulp, wanted to break him until she felt better about her mother but as she searched his eyes for fear, hoping the fear would vindicate her, she saw pain and immediately wheeled back from him as if she had been burned.

'i....' she stared at his limp form in horror, a hand clamped over her mouth as she hit the ground ass first, using her feet to push herself away from him. 'i'm so sorry..i'm so..' her words were cut off by an awful sob, her entire body shaking in shame and regret. 'mr burke, please say something.'

[is-shoshana]

'you saved that little boy, burst. you saved us all.'

that's what the paramedics, the police, the civilians kept saying but something felt wrong. as she sat in the back of the ambulance, more for everyone else's peace of mind than her own, she could feel her body creak and groan, stretching and breaking from the energy she had absorbed. it wasn't something she had experienced before, she had yet to find or reach her limit with her power and as she felt the searing pain, it still never connected that that's what was occurring.

she doubled over on top of the small, plastic bed, her arms clutching her abdomen in an attempt to stop the pain, to hold herself together. she felt every muscle, every nerve, every fiber of her body scream in protest as she lurched forward onto the hard floor of the ambulance. spasms shot through her body, pulling her closer to the ground, to unconsciousness. she couldn't hear anything but a sharp ringing, the effect of too much energy in her body. it was too much for the petite girl and though she fought to keep the energy inside of herself, it would escape.

despite the faint voices in the background she made her way out of the ambulance, stumbling to the ground step after step, having to push herself off the dirt after every shaky step. something was horribly wrong, she knew that, but she still couldn't figure out what. she doubled over again in pain and this time it tore a jagged, wet scream from her lips as blood began to flow from her ears, nose, even her mouth. her fists hit the ground again and again, making small craters in the dirt as she tried to figure out how to stop the pain. she didn't understand any of it. she was invincible, she had never known pain, and even when she injured herself her body allowed her to heal. no one of this should have been happening.

her mind reeled as a cough racked her body, blood splattering the ground as everyone rushed to help her. she wanted to tell them to something; to run, to get away because something bad was going to happen. she wanted to do so much but all that escaped was another scream of pain as her entire body gave one last groan of protest.

she opened her eyes to look at the beautiful pale blue sky. 'i must be dead' she thought to herself, a smile finding her lips. she thought about her parents, her little sister, she'd get to see them again, she wouldn't have to be alone. she tried to move her body, to get up and find her family and was quickly slammed back into reality as her sense clicked into place. the pain came first, the horrible, blinding pain and next her lungs filled with the smell of charred flesh, of burning meat.

despite her body's protest, she rolled onto her side and in that moment she wished she were dead. the small shops that lined the side of the street were leveled and what was left was being taken care of by furious flames that were fanned by the dryness of the summer. bits and pieces of what once had been people littered the street; a bloody stump of a leg here, a barely recognizable chunk of torso lay right next to her, where the paramedic had been. she felt herself wretch, but nothing would come out. it was her who caused it, she didn't deserve relief in any form.

her hands dug into the earth and pushed herself up to her feet, needing to find someone still alive. her eyes were wild with desperation and her hair and face was plastered with blood, some her own but not all. the world seemed to be off kilter as she made her way towards the buildings that still stood. people had learned to mind their own business when explosions went off so she doubted anyone would come to help her, not now anyways. she had to find help herself.

she smashed her way into a cafe she had frequented since childhood, clattering to the floor, taking an entire table with her. she heard voices again, filled with panic and concern but soon the world was dark and the voices began to fade even further away until they were swallowed by the darkness. 

[inkiero]

[is-shoshana]

☾ Bad Moon Rising ➝ [kit&&shoshi] ☽

crying.

that's all she was aware of. her senses were blocked off, she felt so detached but she could hear the high pitch crying of a child. the cry was filled with panic and fear, not pain but that's all she could distinguish. suddenly she felt like she was falling and crashed landed in a small square in tel aviv. it was a place she knew well, where she had grown up, and suddenly she realized where she was, what was happening. she felt her emotions hit her in the gut, taking all the air out of her lung and the rush of desperation and terror she had felt that day was upon her and so vivid.

it was a nightmare, she told herself. one she had visited again and again, her conscience battling if saving that child was the right choice or not. shoshana was never sure how it'd end if she didn't save the small boy, she never made a different choice, the choice to let him die. every time she came back to this moment, she knew what the only choice she could make in her heart was.

a red light blinked on the vest of semtex and shoshana scooped the boy into her arms. she felt the heat, the sheer force of the explosion hit her and her heart hurt. not a metaphorical hurt, a deep, searing pain like she was being ripped from the inside. in real life, when she pulled away at this moment the boy was stunned but alive and grateful. in this dream she pulled away and looked into the dead eyes of her little sister. she screamed. she screamed so hard so woke up, her throat raw from sheer force.

she looked at the flashing numbers beside her bed. a little past two am. no one would be awake, she knew that, but that was okay. she didn't bother to change clothes, the baggy shirt and basketball shorts covering her well enough for her liking. she padded through the halls, her bare feet hitting tile after tile as she ran towards a very specific door. she skidded to a stop in front of the door, pressing her ear against the door to see if he might, on some off chance, be awake. she heard nothing and turned her head to face the door, her forehead banging loudly against the door to wake the slumbering man.

'kit.' she groaned, her head hitting the door, punctuating each time she called out his name.

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"you still seem like the brat back then, pff."

Remarking quickly but keeping it short knowing that as a teacher he need not make such comments. There is a twitch of his lips, the only small change in his features that remained stoic. Only because he knew that there was a small chance that he had riled her up, for who wouldn’t be when he so easily stripped any inclination of acknowledging her age. These two had met briefly in the past, more than once but not enough for them to actually be accustomed to one another. Knew of the fact she was indeed the prized daughter of the older echad, a woman who to this day the soldier so greatly revered.

& though he knew this girl was powerful— capable even no respect would be given. Not now, not ever. Though he suspected the same from her, it was simply because she seemed so damn disinterested in the aspect of the responsibilities of being a mutant. It was a fate that even if they wanted to fight they could not, they were children of war. Well they were children, war had sandpapered out the naivety of his face yet he could see it clearly on hers. Even if it was sparse, could see it in her looks & the reflection in her hues.

It is not to say he was ignorant, everyone knew he wasn’t. It was simply the attitude that she often displayed that he was so quick to judge and shove her off without any regards. Perhaps it’s his own fault for not bothering to know her, especially when one of his own respected friends had died. But how does one man respect a child who goes far as demanding this request. Glass orbs lift, an expression of pondering dust his features. as if he was actually considering it. But he wasn’t, they both knew this.

"that so? care to tell me why, br— miss shafir?” though he said her last name it came out forced, unwanted to give her anything she did not deserve. Turning away to grab one of his article of clothing that was on the gym’s floor. Fingers brushing against the cloth of his shirt, further disrespect for this conversation. “shoulda figured ya would come for this, someone like you..hah.”

& burke always did have an inclination to not keep his thoughts to himself during tense moments. both a blessing and a curse. 

[is-shoshana]

"you didn't know me then, you definitely don't know me now."

she countered, keeping her more colorful comebacks tucked away for future use. she had to admit that his disposition was less than charming and the longer she listened to him talk, the more she wanted to make him stop. the petite female considered herself a pacifist, there was no doubt, but part of her wanted to wipe the smugness right of the instructors face. maybe he had been a soldier, hell, maybe he had been a great one but sometimes raw talent, or gifts, made things like that obsolete. shoshana knew, without a millisecond of hesitation, that she could easily lift the irish man off his feet and fling him across the room as if he were nothing more than a rag doll.

that small thought made her feel vindicated and she squared her shoulders up once more, trying to embody the power she knew she had. her eyes narrowed as the beginnings of the word brat began to leak from his lips but he soon changed his song, for what reason she wasn't sure yet. "i told you why. i don't need it. i've taken three bloody years of this nonsense and i don't want to take another." especially with the like of you, she said the last part to herself.

if the woman had the gift of heat vision, he would've felt it burning through his skull as he dismissed her to pick up his clothing. he was doing his damnedest to rile her up and it was working. she crossed the safe distance she had put between them, his last comment causing her blood to boil.

"someone like me? tell me, what am i like, hm? what is it that i've done to make you think so poorly of me? i was a kid when you met me in tel aviv, a kid you dismissed. now i'm here and i'm an adult and you still dismiss me. you know nothing about me. not a thing." she hissed, her words dripping with venom and a pain burke hadn't even begun to understand. her eyes honed in on his, daring him to say what he was thinking, which wouldn't end well for either of them.

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is-shoshana

A thin sheen of sweat coats the instructor, fists rapidly smack against the punching bag in the gym. Hands wrapped thinly in bandages to prevent any damage though underneath the cloth if unwrapped flesh would be red with irritation, maybe even bruising. But this was small, not at all painful for him. It was not enough. With a quick side snap kick against the bag, the smack echoing in the room with only him in it. There is a momentary sting around his ankle & calf but it subsides. As physical pain always does, with a narrow of lids he pushes himself farther. Applying different moves in combat that he had learned & picked up during his travels.

Each punch, each kick was directed to someone. Or to nothing. Hair damp against his skin, just barely brushing against his brow as sweat slowly trickles along his skin. As if to soothe the heat that emits from him because of the physical activity that he had been committed to doing for three hours straight. But he finally pauses only because there is a shift in the air, he was not alone a presence near by. Which is unexpected seeing as classes hasn’t started, everyone still on break. 

Plus it was a given fact to not approach Cathal Burke during his training regime, his attitude was poor during these instances. As he waited for the familiar figure to draw closer, he reaches over toward the ground to grab a previously discarded towel. Wiping it over his face before dabbing it against his naked chest just pausing to where the band of his shorts started. There is a sour expression on his face, though for what reasons it would remain unknown. Perhaps because of the interruption or maybe because this was someone he was familiar with to a degree though that wasn’t necessarily a good thing. 

“ what ya’ want, brat— ? ” the title given is a common name given to all students his own or not, few get his respect. & when they do the ex-soldier would call them by their last name. this child despite her lineage did not deserve it. 

[is-shoshana]

there were very few things shoshana ever felt absolutely sure about and even fewer things she would vocalize but as she stood outside of the gym, her mouth repeating silent words and arms flailing in an attempt to build up nerve, not needing to take combat from cathal burke was one of those things that she could be absolutely sure about. she didn't doubt he was a good enough instructor, despite the rumors of attitude and unpleasant demeanor that spread among student, she just had nothing to learn from the man.the argument made sense in her head, she was a fourth year, after all, and she had made leaps and strides since coming to iscariot but there was nothing the irish man could teach her, that she was also absolutely sure of.

chamber shafir, as she was known, her first name abandoned for a more appropriate sobriquet since a word meaning rose no longer seemed to suit her, wasn't ordinary even by mutant standards. she was close to a god where she had come from, revered and loved by the people of tel aviv. she was intangible, nothing could hurt her. her mother, another of the echad-'israel's holiest people- had given her a gift upon birth; the gift to absorb and metabolize kinetic energy, which left her invulnerable to physical attacks. she had learned through experience after experience that there were few fights she could lose and those she did, burke couldn't prepare her for.

the argument, she reasoned once more, made sense. with her shoulders squared and head held high, she made her way into the gym, knowing that the man inside wasn't the easiest man to deal with and would sense her weakness or hesitance in a heartbeat. she wasn't confident things would go well between her loud mouth and his attitude, but she hope for something better. her jaw immediately clamped shut, the muscles twitching as she did her best to hold her tongue.

'brat'

she thought bitterly. that's what he had called her. like he knew her so well, like she was some child to be tossed aside. "i'm twenty five, not twelve. don't talk to me like that." she demanded, trying to keep the irritation out of her voice. he knew who she was, what she was, he had met her mother and though she was young, and extremely disinterested in the soldier, she had met him, too. he knew about her but in the same instance, he knew nothing at all. she took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves and keep her temper under wraps, lest the meeting turn into an altercation.

"classes are coming up. i wanted an exemption from yours. it's nothing personal. i just....don't need it."

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