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Lorna dane // private rp for stonesofinfinity

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She feels the power streaming through her entire body -- It’s OVERWHELMING. There are voices in her head -- digging and trespassing where she doesn’t want them. Where they don’t deserve to be. They don’t belong. The only telepaths ever allowed in her mind was Selene. Selene never threatened her.

Selene was the only one who didn’t tell her she needed to stop using her power. People said she was born evil. Talked about her father like he was a legendary disgrace -- but she always thought he was a badass who controlled metal. It...never mattered she never really knew him. Those who feared did not understand. And those same people shot her down for wanting to have a better world. Footsteps haunt her, she raises her hand in defense ready to twist and break the offender with any scrap of metal she can find. 

    ‘ Not one more step, ‘ 

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scarywitchery‌:

The redhead turned abruptly, facing the woman that had called out to her. She swore that she had never seen her before, but there was something familiar about the way she carried herself. It made Wanda question whether or not they’d actually met prior to this occasion. But, when she couldn’t put a name to the face, she decided to drop her suspicios. It was likley that her powers were just playing trickes on her, building false emotions to distract her from everything going on. 

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here for that,” she mumbled in response, unsure why this woman had approached her in the first place. “I only woke up here yesterday, I was still trying to wrap my head around this place… It wouldn’t have been a good idea for me to get invovled.”

Even if she had been stable, Wanda doubted whether or not she would have helped. Her only concern at this point was reuniting with her family, she didn’t care about anything else. It wasn’t very heroic of her, but she didn’t care at this point. 

“I’m fine now, but what about you? You’re mind is… Well, not quiet.” 

“Are you a mind reader?? That’s invasive--”

She could not see clearly the intentions --- but Lorna did not feel anything harmful coming from the redhead she walked up to. Lorna only placed trust into one telepathic superhuman, so anyone will see the issues she has in placing a trust into someone getting inside of her head. A blackish--greenish-- colour takes over like the plague would before it contaminated.

“I would’ve loved to not be there either. I could barely keep the cave from collapsing--” A whoosh of her hand--- and metal surrounds them both. “Lorna Dane--” Lorna introduces.  “Don’t worry for my mind honestly. We’ve all got our own shit. “

[aryastarktheshewolf]

It’s time to make a new world.

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   Lorna paces -- and --  would rather be around Selene at the moment, where she doesn’t feel so anxious of the situation. A volcano. Falling cave, collapsing. Doesn’t feel amazing when she was supposed to keep it from doing more damage than it had. There’s someone. She remembers -- all that talk inside the cave, she saw and she knew. Someone’s got the same thing---- Magnetic field. Tore a hole right through her. Five times she pushed all of that back. All of this... though, it’s different how she wants to help people out. Not that--she’s going to scope out the similar in this situation...... no distractions.

     “Did you come out of that okay? A lot of people seem frazzled but I--well why complain over dirt and rubble. You’re alive right???” Hands shake. Metal shakes, lifts and retreats to the ground.  @alloykineticmind

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itsnanotech‌:

As far as Selene had spoken? 

Tony has to think about that for a moment, because it’s weird to be receiving character references from someone he wouldn’t provide a character reference for. If someone asked him if they could trust Selene, he’s pretty sure his answer would be qualified at best.

But he’s getting distracted, and the lady is trying to talk to him. He takes in shakiness, the sense of brittleness around the edges, and his eyes dart to the casual display of her powers. No matter how long he hangs around sorcerers, demi-gods and Enhanced, it feels like he’s never truly going to get used to that. 

“Polaris, right?” he says, the name jumping to his mind at the last minute. “I thought you did a great job. I’m sorry we didn’t have more time to speak - it got a bit crazy back there.” He smiles, tries to shoot for reassuring. “What’s wrong?” he asks, because he doesn’t quite get why she’s tearing herself up so badly over this - he wonders if there’s more to the story. “Mistakes happen, especially in stressful situations. The most important thing is that we got everyone out safely.”

“Yes--yes,Polaris,” She sounds annoyed-- with how she responds but...in her head it’s screaming everything else. Don’t call me Lorna--- Lorna Dane I’m not her. 

He keeps talking good job and all that came after but she doesn’t feel that way. And---- no she doesn’t know why she’s suddenly confiding in a stranger she just met. He looks at her like people before--that makes her want to run away instantly. Tell Selene no it’s not worth it, why’d she tell her to expand her connections. It’s wrong. Annoying. Consuming. 

“I---nearly contributed to the collapsing of that cave. No we didn’t speak much but--that’s heavy. Yes---yes everyone’s safe --- but the magnetic fields, shit. I did that--your suit. Is it metal?? Thing is, and whatever but... I can’t control it--” A loud piece of her is wanting him to see her as the one’s who never understood her and she??? She doesn’t understand that herself. 

[nomutants-deactivated20190102]

The woman was having a difficult time adapting to her surroundings. When she first arrived, more than half the population was ignorant to her existance. She was literally a ghost, wandering aimlessly until someone was kind enough to offer assistance. Despite their kindess, Wanda was still afraid. Afraid that she would never reunite with her team — or the friend she was forced to murder prior her arrival. 

Now that her presence was no longer unnoticed by the living, she hoped her mission to find them would run smoother. Otherwise, there was a good chance that she would lose her mind entirely. They were the only family she had left and being seperated from them was equivlent to torture. 

Wanda didn’t know where to begin, but she knew that she had to start somewhere. Retrieving her leather coat, she suited up and headed out into the elements. The determination in her eyes was overpowered by lonliness, but that wouldn’t shake her resolve. Wanda was stronger than she looked and refused to be defeated by her own imperfections.

“You can do this, Wanda. Just keep your head on straight and move.”

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“Hey---didn’t see you in the gigantic mess that took place??” Oh yeah, real smooth Lorna. That won’t get anyone to like you more. But----there was something about everyone around her that made her want to bolt in the opposite direction. To leave. 

It took a lot of wandering--a lot of ignoring, a lot of everything actually--to move and pretend as if nothing was going to grab her. Lorna wasn’t exactly.... a saint before hitting this place. The last --foggy memory she had was a collar around her neck, the one that suppressed her true potential. She was lethal--trying to kill everything trying to kill her.

So this other girl-- she confronted immediately. Couldn’t get the thought of guilt out of her mind, she thought this girl was beneath the debris she caused??? It’ll mark off her own conscious, she believes. 

 “Everything okay?? Hey--” 

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 “Not in the mood--” A cautionary response--she doesn’t turn to even check and see who’s approaching her. No--she doesn’t want to be moody, or brooding in any way.... whatsoever. But....to be away from others is the best thing right now. Hearing Peter not ask....more instantly tell her she can’t control it---like a fact. A fact it was. Nothing against him he just wanted to help. Huddled, knees to chest she opts for a break away from the party of tears and getting back together. Lorna---Polaris had no one but Selene---but she would never bother right now. “Please--- she repeats. You don’t wanna be near me... not after what I did----” @heysaiiilor

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She bolted. She had to get out--to breathe, to just..... breathe dear god. All the open space in that strange place and she felt like she was suffocating. All....that....metal-- the debris. Collapsing and knicking at her face as she lost control. A heavy impacted bump into the other person shot her hard to the ground, but she stumbles---hovering for a clumsy second----catching her footing. Ringed fingers shoot up and a spark of a green cloud emits. “Woah--hey I didn’t---I’m so sorry,” The same hands brush along her pants and she hopes to not make offense. “Yeah--um, feel better??” Don’t panic--- @femmeciel​

[metallicforce-blog]

 Sorcerers---witches----Lorna knew of them all. Seeing was more brain damaging--- though she did not allow herself to be one of those who judged on the basis. She is Polaris. Marcos decided he would not help her fight for the right of other mutants with a brutal attack. A brutalization---- so be it. Why she fled to Selene --- The Hellfire became haven. Home. In her own right of self protection she wields the green smoke as she sees the Sorcerer. “I---I saw what you did and I’m impressed,” In her own right. In her own right she shields herself. Colours of green----black-----red. He could kill her...she knew she was outmatched.  @timestonegone

[metallicforce-blog]

 “Hey!-- Hold on!” She feels a very strong connection ripping through her power. Attaching itself, guiding her, leading her. In eye sight there is a man, and it’s the metal she instantly feels herself connect to...It’s not something that feels safe. Fingers twitch--she holds back. “I didn’t see you in the wreckage--” Awkwardly she wants to be sure he’s fine. Not her forward way of confrontation. Not very natural for her form. A possibility she feels guilty for lack of control. “Are you--okay???” She holds a ring clad hand over her mouth, moving to a cupping shape before a yell leaves. “The metal arm-- that’s interesting!” @semistable

[metallicforce-blog]

“As far as Selene’s spoken--I can trust you. An.... arm’s length, ” Not sure who this man reminds her of. Leaders? Politicians? Ringed fingers shake--her poise is fractured and she walks as that of an injured. Lorna felt herself breaking down. Stop antagonizing him he helped. All you did was shake the cave inside. You should do better--you--needed to be better. Hands dart to the side and she swipes metal at a fast speed. Splitting, separating---BREAKING DOWN. “I almost fucked it up more in the cave--Upfront,no control. I don’t know. Saying it out loud might break down my pride--” @itsnanotech

[metallicforce-blog]

A mixture of green--black--red--cloud her hands and the blood boils a high temperature. Vibrations to the core of the land, tiny movements of raised debris. No one should be near her--like the angry vultures that aim on the kill-- that was her. They always told her she was born for destruction. Snapping that collar on her neck...telling her to control herself.Disgusting. A menace. Evil of the world. Lorna met Selene and she changed her entire view on the gifts that strung through her veins. A mother. An older sister. Something missing and she can’t--explain. “Peter wait-- it’s best if stay away from each other. You were right I--I can’t control it.....” @quickasme

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  “You’re a telepath right??? Charles-- “ She has... maybe one or two ideas on the outcome. She’s still thinking she should’ve just left it all alone. Peter reminded her of exactly how the way she destroys all in her line of sight--the weakness she struggles to harness. Well--a weakness for the fact she’s not in control. Not in control and Selene--no matter how much she gives reassurance (Lorna knows her power takes the steering wheel) She thinks of when Jean mentioned Charles in a bright light. This the guy? She tries and tries--to say what’s going on right now.  “I nearly dropped a shit ton of debris on everyone--Don’t think I should’ve made it-- but you’re not a shrink, it doesn’t matter...--It’s--do you help others with their power??” @mindtruths

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thephoenixrising‌:

Jean’s smile was more genuine as she took a few more steps towards the other girl. “The only thing I’m trying is being friendly, if that counts as trying anything.” she mused. She was closer to her now, but not too close- she wasn’t sure if she’d welcome her being any closer. “What do you want me to call you?” she asked. Everyone here seemed to have more than one name- the normal one and the made up one. So, it was only fair to ask- because, well- sometimes the normal one was too much information. Leave it to Jean to not have one of her own. “I didn’t know what was happening to me when I got mine.” she admitted.

She closed the rest of the space between them and moved to the wall beside the other girl. Slipping down onto the ground, she hoped that alone would show she wasn’t going to try anything, and looked at her hands. Several loose pebbles began floating around her fingers when she moved them, absentmindedly, but she dropped them, quickly. There was something about being near someone who had accepted themselves fully that made her unafraid of using her powers for no reason other than the fact that she could. “I’d never heard of any… people with powers before then. So it was all overwhelming and… different.” she glanced back up at the other girl. “Charles Xavier was the one who told me I wasn’t alone. He took me to his school and I met others just like me. But I… kind of shook the entire building at one point- that and my.. nightmares… made everyone afraid of me.” she leaned back against the cave wall and gently patted the spot beside her for the girl to sit. “I promise I don’t bite.” she said, half friendly teasing, but half honest as well.

 “Polaris.” It fit her nicely where Lorna was simple-- that had stood for too much weak. One step back when the red haired girl approaches further. If she could snap her fingers and instantly forget-- forget it all, maybe she would. She could try caring more when it came to other people. She should try, she should try. A chill hits her nerves. “We give ourselves the name that doesn’t brand us like the parents who skipped out. We feel new-- it doesn’t sting when someone says it. There’s... no latched and painful memory,”

Curiosity would trip her in the way she eyes the other girl’s power. It’s like drinking a cold glass of water after months spent in the desert. Seeing...believing-- a power that made her feel not so alone. Lorna wouldn’t rely on people anymore. She squashed the idea of a father figure the moment she was old enough to realize the parents she grew up with were just liars. They pushed her to be normal when normal to her was the mutant she was born. Her voice barely carries when she scoffs. “Charles Xavier huh-- just a guy with money or does he really care?”She tries to not mean it in that way, but the words slip and she feels her heart ready to burst out of anger. She sits. “You shook an entire building. I’ve crashed planes. From what I see people shouldn’t be fearing-- they shouldn’t be trying to control you. When that happens, you just get stronger .If people die--get hurt...that’s on them.”

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thephoenixrising‌:

“Wait!” Jean held her hands up as soon as the other girl threatened her- not in defense, but in a way to show she had no intention to attack. She’d felt another mutant close by and come to investigate, but it seemed this girl was ready to fight. “I’m Jean Grey- I’m an X-man- and a mutant just like you.” she told her, trying to give a reassuring smile.

Lowering her hands, she picked up the nearest rock with her telekinesis and let it sit between them in the air for a moment before dropping it to the ground of the cave again. “I’m telekinetic and telepathic” she continued. She didn’t cross the space between them, she’d let the girl do that first. “Most of the school is actually afraid of me, so,” she paused, “if it helps, I’m not afraid of you. Our powers are gifts, even if they sometimes feel like a curse, and I admire you for not hiding it.” She took one step forward, but that was it. “Want any company or am I intruding?” she asked, because she knew the girl couldn’t be all threats. There was always a good side to someone. “It can get kind of lonely in these caves- and pretty bad when you start seeing things, so… sometimes company is better than being alone.”

“A mutant just like me,” Words are words. She decided early on to not let anything get to her-- but Lorna also believed that people existed to get the better of her sooner or later. It could only be a matter of time. And that’s why--that’s why she had given such a difficult time. There’s an invisible watch ticking down--she can hear it. It becomes the normal. 

She raises both hands higher in defense as the other woman raises a rock-- only wary to see where all this would be going?? Telekinetic. Telepath. Those become notes as they are voices inside her head. Still, she’s kept her stance clear and knowing. Lorna addresses the problem and studies the other woman before her. There’s something there she knows.  “I need it. I need some ...company-- as long as you’re not trying anything. But I--  I don’t hide things. Kinda accepted my ways of power the moment I realized them..” 

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 “If you don’t want a hot piece of metal straight through your heart,” Dark irises stick like glue to the floor but she senses the other person very very clearly. Her knuckles crack--fingers swipe in a waving gesture, playing with existing metal that flew right into her hands. Hostile. Defensive... label her up. The world was a very cruel place and if she was forced to live in it with the gift she was provided-- she was going to love every tiny little piece of that sweet power. 

Bronze tinted lips, mould a cheshire grin; fangs and all. Small shards of metal compost fly around her fingers like reading an old book-- memorized and something already known. Eyes glower beneath dark lashes as she watches. “Give me a reason--and maybe, just maybe... I’ll reconsider these opportunities of slow, agonizing death playing like an old movie in my mind.. how should I even, trust you??.”

( @thephoenixrising.)

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quickasme‌:

    “ Mine’s not either , you want a medal ? “  where his tone was friendly and inviting, it took a colder approach the moment she started her own warpath to who could out wit the other. Darker eyes drift to the chain link fence and he can’t help like he’s seen this movie before — and it ended with an image of his ( possibly their father ) erik lehnsherr.  Peter shouldn’t be so abrasive —- he shouldn’t milk his injury; but he can’t help but press on old wounds —- especially here. 

     and then she walks away. 

    In almost no time, he’s zipping before her, now facing her. “ Hi Lorna, I’m Peter — but everyone calls me Quicksilver. that’s a nifty little mutation you got there, let me guess —- you mutated and your hair turned green ? “  he shoulders her now, pacing back and forth. “ I don’t get why you’re so bitter about it, being mutated is cool, especially when you get a drastic hair change. “ 

  “--Don’t want anything actually,” A bitter remark to see who could become the champion of that conversation-- too bad Lorna didn’t really care enough to let that one flow all the way through. Something about him. This thing--she can feel it -- she needs to leave immediately. It’s a lot too much. Family is a dark path she doesn’t want to remark footsteps on. He is pressing. 

 “Hah -- Quicksilver. Call me Polaris--” Bittersweet words soothe her voice -- a reminder of her roots. Who she was. Reminder that no one could take that from her, a reminder that this was her and Lorna Dane was dead. “Yep. Hair and ringed jewelry, I’m the case and point of the girl no one really wanted growing up but that’s not my copout.” Sarcasm, sarcasm. It bleeds. She seethes through a momentary annoyance directed at herself. Stop talking about it, but that never worked. She turns. “Hey you wanna go and... start calling us,” A painted hand jabs into his chest for remembrance--  “Mutated?? Fine by me. But why the labels?? Why the... ” Words break and she gestures. “Why??”