Sarah Mason, aka GHOST

inventor, thief, host to an extra-dimensional energy being, Independent OC

[sarahmasonakaghost]

Fight it Out [open]

[Ghost is itching for a fight]

[Like for an aggressive starter]

[bribeacop-deactivated20150430]

Foggy looked over to the sound of the voice, and he felt a slight be more embarrassed, and it showed in the way he wrinkled his nose, the skin under his eyes flushing.  “No, but my neighbor has a black cat that almost tripped me up this morning. That’s it isn’t it…”   He looks down at his soaked and now dirty lunch with a sigh.  Turning to the girl he managed a smile. “Thanks for not laughing.”

[sarahmasonakaghost]

“Must be.” Sarah replied, tucking her hands into her jacket pockets. “No problem.” She said, offering a sympathetic half-smile. “I’ve had my share of shit days. The least I can do is not make yours worse.”

<He’s not much to look at is he?> The sylph’s voice bubbled though Sarah’s mind. By that point she’d had enough experience with the alien’s interjections that she didn’t jump at the foreign thought, but it did jangle one’s thought process a bit. Sarah chewed her lip, taking a half-step back.

“Well, I’ll just... leave you to that then.” She muttered, half-distracted by the now fully-awakened sylph as she chattered in the back of the girl’s mind.

[demonsndaggers]

     “I would pretend I know what that is but uh..” she shakes her head and laughs. “I just know about medicine and some genetics. I used to be a nurse a really long time ago.” back when life seemed a little less chaotic at least.

   “Uh well that’s one reason they do..” she is a little caught off guard by the question. “Sometimes it’s not just about.. The genetic.. Thing.” and suddenly she feels like a parent giving the ‘birds and the bees’ conversation.

[sarahmasonakaghost]

“Oh thank goodness!” Ghost exclaims, relief written plainly across her face. “This one” she points indicatively at herself, “is such a prude, I was getting worried that humans didn’t enjoy it at all.” Pale lips curl into an almost wicked grin.

“Don’t worry.” Ghost winks at the other woman. “I’ll get her on board eventually.” Her hands plant on her hips and she twists her torso a bit, looking down indicatively at her own body. “She’s a pert little thing isn’t she? It’d be a shame to waste it.”

[demonsndaggers]

    “In a way I guess you could say that’s how it happens. They have them even before they are born. Some strands of genetics are stronger than others and.. It’s like survival of the fittest I guess. The stronger genetics defeat the weaker, over take them and become adapted into the make up of a person.” she rubs at her forehead knowing this was confusing even to her.

  “It’s super complicated. I only know the basics of it myself.” she shrugs helplessly. “Even then trying to explain that to someone isn’t easy. It’s like trying to explain Quantum Mechanics and Nuclear Energy to a toddler. You can do it but it doesn’t mean it’ll make sense to the other person.”

[sarahmasonakaghost]

Ghost nodded slowly. “I suppose I can understand that. It took my host months to correctly interpret dynamic spectra. The poor thing is still trying to figure out-.” She looks up suddenly from her musing, dark hair swaying with the force of the motion.

“Is that what humans use sex for???” Ghost’s face twists into a look of disturbed confusiion.

[demonsndaggers]

    “That’s the concept, can’t say I believe in God anymore.” she did once a long time ago. Back before the war turned into imprisonment and torture alongside the man she loved. Years of that and never remembering most of who she was hadn’t helped.

    “Genetics it’s um..” she takes a moment to figure out how best to say this. “Okay so it all comes down to DNA which is what people are made of. It’s what makes our eyes blue, hair black, and so on. We get specific parts of that DNA from our parents.” she shrugs and hopes this makes sense to the woman. “I guess uh,” she backs up a step to avoid a repeated butt pat. “I guess that’s how I have the backside I have?”

[sarahmasonakaghost]

Ghost’s brow furrows slightly at the explanation, her hand drooping slowly back to her side. Biological life never had made sense to her, largely in part due to the variety.

“I had wondered...” She muses, her frown fading as she processed the idea. “So that’s why children are so small? They receive the genedics, and use it to build their adult form?”

[sarahmasonakaghost]

wintersdeadlyrose:    For a moment Dani stands there, piecing this together before falling into utter embarrassment. Maybe not the most unusual thing she’s seen. Dating a guy with a metal arm ranked up there. Seeing files on a God from another planet, definitely out ranked that. Stark’s favorite giant green rage monster in Doctor Banner? Her life was a mix of interesting and peculiar things, why was she not surprised this encounter would turn out much the same?   “If my mother was still alive she would tell me to say it was from the grace of God and great genetics.” she offers with a slow nod. “Though I think I like the genetics option over the whole God concept myself.”

Ghost straightens, her brow wrinkling. “I know the God idea; one guy that made everything, right? Yeah, I’m with you on that one.” She says, stream of consciousness turning to amused affirmation. The human concept had never made any sense to her.

“But gen-edics...” She muses, leaning to the side to peer at the stranger’s posterior once more. “That one I don’t know. Is it... is it in there? Is it like jello? Can you eat it? Why would you keep it in your skin if it’s food?” Her hand begins to drift forward, her focus entirely on the woman’s rounded flesh.

[demonsndaggers]

   The moment the hand impacts her backside she tenses, her teeth gritting together almost to the point of pain. If there was one thing she hated, it was having her ass slapped. She’d gotten enough of that in the war, dealing with injured soldiers and those who were just happy to see a woman and not death. Back then, she couldn’t do a thing about it but now?

   “If you touch my ass one more time?” she starts turning around to look at the person. “I will conduct a test to see if your face is harder than my fist.”

[sarahmasonakaghost]

Ghost straightened, here eyes still glued to the woman’s hips. “The wave propagates all the way up to your ribs... How does it do that?” The sylph twists to look at her own posterior, giving the minimal flesh an experimental slap. “This one’s only propagates to the hips.” She turned pearl-white eyes back up to the woman, her torso still half-turned.

“How does yours do that?”

[bribeacop-deactivated20150430]

Foggy should have known better than to stand that close to the curb after a hard rain. But he was trying to duck out of the way of a group of people, and juggle his lunch in the other hand. Now his lunch was on the sidewalk, and he was standing there drenched from head to toe after a speeding car kicked up a wall of water.  "Fantastic"  he muttered.

[sarahmasonakaghost]

Sarah had to stagger and brace on a lightpost to regained her balance, having only barely dodged a drenching herself. For a moment she glared belligerently after the knot of pedestrians that had forced her so close to the road, then her attention was drawn ahead of her, where a man stood grumbling something. 

The bright wrapping on the stranger’s forfeited meal was the next thing she spotted and, once she understood the progression of events, voiced a hiss of sympathy. Releasing the pole, she approached.

“Wow...” She said. “You walk under a ladder today?”

[sarahmasonakaghost]

Dirty Dealings [open]

“Skip the pleasantries. Do you have it or not?”

[brucebannerramma]

Hulk breathed heavily. He was lost, not sure where he was. He wasn’t even sure who he had cornered. He just wanted to smash until he was tired. He was getting close but just wasn’t quite there. He felt a few more smashes starting with whoever it was he cornered. Who was it? He was so blinded by his urges he didn’t know but they seemed familiar. 

[sarahmasonakaghost]

Shining white eyes glared through disheveled black hair, city dirt and sweat dimming the pearly glow under her host’s skin. Ghost braced her hand against the wall at her back, baring pitiful human teeth at the creature before her. She breathed just as heavily as the green behemoth, having pushed her host’s body to the limit just to flee this far.

Well and trapped with neither the strength or means to run, she stared up at raging green eyes. ‘Well, I may as well die quickly then.’ she thought, summoning the last dregs of her energy.

“Fine!” she snarled, pushing away from the wall and squaring up to the massive thing. “Let’s do this!”

[adamantium-hearted]

Logan rubbed his face already annoyed. The only thing he wanted was to enjoy a drink ― alone. But the subtle way of bumping into him grates on his nerves. His glass aspirated a muffled sound as Logan put it back on the bar. “Pal, get your drink and hit the road. You’re a bloody pain in the arse”, he growled at the man next to him. The cigar was hanging loose on the corner of his mouth. Well, not for long. 

Said man turned around, sized him up and huffed snidely. “Get lost, boy.” Logan tensed. Boy? Boy? He wasn’t a boy for at least hundred-fifty years. And he hated it. He seized the man by the collar and pulled him closer. “You better shun me or your face becomes acquainted with my fist.”

“Try it.” Logan didn’t need to be told twice. Withouth further hesitation he punched the man who stumbled backwards directly into one of the tables. The other guests cleared the way while Logan and his new best friend expanded the fight.  Chairs cracked, glasses broke, but Logan was not injured ― and it was not for the lack of trying. “Shit! Stop it! What kind of animal are you? Fucking psycho…”

Logan growled. He kneeled next to the man ― three shining claws extended. The words had no visible impact on him. Instead he turned around and walked back to the bar. “What are you looking at?”, he asked the stranger while he waved the bartender for another drink.

[sarahmasonakaghost]

It had been a hell of a month, putting it mildly. Sarah had never really been the type for bars, but there are times in life that call for a quiet drink in a sufficiently dingy dive. It was dark, it was quiet. The beer was cheap, and the bartender wasn’t the chatty type. It was the perfect place to stew in her own aggravation. Nothing had gone right this month, not a single heist had proven fruitful. Now, she was weeks behind on her work, and had lost out on a critical trade with a tech dealer that wouldn’t be surfacing again for months.

And so, she stewed, slouching on a barstool near the wall and staring belligerently at the carbonation in her drink.

Her evening of silent sulking was interrupted when two of the beefier patrons in the bar apparently decided the other’s face needed re-arranging. She watched curiously as the two did remarkably little property damage (for a bar brawl anyway).

Curiosity turned to outright interest when three shining blades sprang from one man’s fist. That material... Sarah eyes were locked on the claws, her inventor’s mind racing to try and identify it. The color was off for titanium or platinum, and few other metals could reside inside a body without corroding...

That would be a very useful thing to have...

A rough-voiced inquiry interrupted her thoughts, and Sarah realized she had been caught staring. For a moment, she hesitated. The guy would be a hell of a threat... But this chance, after the shit month she’d had... there was no way she would pass it up.

“What, me?” Sarah asked, parodied innocence painted across her face. “Nothing at all. Just trying to decide if I should make myself scarce or buy you a beer and ask what gym you go to.”

[sarahmasonakaghost]

Open :: Demands

[sarahmasonakaghost]

“Here’s what it comes down to sweetie.” Ghost purred, condescension practically dripping from her lips. A wicked grin traipsed across her face and Ghost reached forward to snarl her fingers in her prisoner’s hair. The shadows in the dingy room shuddered, light playing crazily on Ghost’s face as she jerked her captive’s head up, meeting their eyes with her own jet black orbs.

“You’re not leaving here alive unless I get what I want.”

[sarahmasonakaghost]

OPEN:: Judicious Base-Jumping

[sarahmasonakaghost]

Stark Tower, a marvel of modern architecture, a masterpiece of efficiency and new energy, the beating heart of technological R&D in Downtown New York.

“God, I hate this building.” Sarah muttered, wishing for the umpteenth time that evening that she could use Ghost’s abilities without having her skin exposed. But a good heist waits for no one, and invisibility would be indispensable for this one.

January might not be the best time for a little judicious base-jumping, but it was the best time to do so unnoticed and unanticipated. Furthermore, the turbulent trip from a nearby skyscraper had got her high enough for a grappling hook to reach that oh so modern projection 100 stories up the building, the one with Stark’s name plastered across it.

‘Well, one man’s vanity is another woman’s opportunity.’ Sarah thought as she climbed up the cable.

Once her hands touched the solid steel of the building, Sarah brought her Sylph-granted powers to bear, warping the light around her body and vanishing from sight. Satisfied that she would go unseen, Sarah pulled herself up onto the helipad and scanned the building for motion.

[sarahmasonakaghost]

[open]

[sarahmasonakaghost]

sarahmasonakaghost:

“You know, the whole-rooftop-at-night thing only works with one brooding, shadowy figure. Go get your own skyscraper.”

[sarahmasonakaghost]

Open: like hell she was going to use her OWN lab

"...And we will continue to do so until THAT light turns on." Sarah grumbled, pointing at a small LED near the corner of a modular pin board. Stray wire, fresh-from-the-box resistors, several guages of soldering iron, and other myriad implements of electrical tinkering lay scattered across the work table.

True, all were technically university property. And true, she had perfectly good tools in her own lab... But hey, she had paid her tuition in full. They could afford her appropriating 20$ in resistors. And like hell she was going to use her OWN lab for testing this little goodie she had picked up. She had delicate experiments running! And the university doubtless had better insurance than SHE did.

The lab door opening nearly startled her out of her skin, the live soldering iron oh so carefully gripped in her left hand narrowly missing a nasty burn on both Sarah's opposing hand, her carefully assembled circuit. Someone entered and, straightening from her work, Sarah put on her best annoyed-grad-student face.

"Hey! The lab is closed. If you wanted to talk to Dr Hardey he is never here after 4." She said, eyeing the "intruder".

[theserumworked]

Open

"I don’t know what you’re talking about, my disguise is fine."

[sarahmasonakaghost]

"You look like someone squeezed a friendly pink, buff marshmallow into a jersey and called it a day."

"Stop walking like such a square! You're gonna get us caught."

[the-liars-you-love]

"How much lab training have you had?"

[sarahmasonakaghost]

"Most of it... sorta. I mean, none of the bio-stuff, but I can do pretty much anything with a soldering iron, and I keep my static to myself."

"Does that count?"