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calmbeforethe) wrote2013-04-10 09:47 pm
calmbeforethe) wrote2013-04-10 09:47 pm
05 . action + voice
[It's been some time since the TERRACE draft. While it was not her first and while Ororo was no stranger to violence and war and even death, it is always difficult to come face to face with them as she did a week ago. After all, she may treasure peace,but given the nature of her powers and the situation they were caught in, she was forced to see that she was also quite good at making war when she needed to. And although she loved her powers dearly, times like the draft reminded her how destructive they could be.
Now, a week and a bit later, she intends to remind herself that that was not all her mutation was good for.
So after her morning Danger Room session at the Battle Dome, Ororo spends some time at the Flower Shop and the Item Store, both located in the center of town. In the former, she hovers over packets of seeds thoughtfully, also selecting a few already potted plants that she figures she might transfer to her budding garden. In the latter, she looks around for any helpful tools she might find useful - trowels, shovels, a spritzing bottle for the more delicate plants, and even considers a wheelbarrow for several minutes - ultimately she decides it's too much effort to bring it all the way back to the house. She does end up making multiple trips - not that it was too much of a bother for someone who could fly.
In the afternoon, she can be found in the garden in front of House 16. No gardening gloves for her, Ororo likes the feeling of sinking her hands into the earth. And anyway, yesterday's rain made the soil loose enough to work with easily. She goes about things generally quietly, though there are snatches of quiet conversation as she speaks fondly to her plants and, on some occasions, even softly humming to them. It's a lot of work, but that was fine. She found it therapeutic. And though she likes working alone, more often than not she at least had a little black raincloud to keep her company.
During a brief break from her gardenwork, Ororo decides to address her journal.]
As much as I love snow and frost, I must admit that spring is a favorite season of mine. It is so full of life, and color, and growing things. Rebirth. [She smiles serenely.]
Do you have any plans for this spring, Luceti? I know I will be busy coaxing my garden to bloom again after a winter's worth of sleeping.
Now, a week and a bit later, she intends to remind herself that that was not all her mutation was good for.
So after her morning Danger Room session at the Battle Dome, Ororo spends some time at the Flower Shop and the Item Store, both located in the center of town. In the former, she hovers over packets of seeds thoughtfully, also selecting a few already potted plants that she figures she might transfer to her budding garden. In the latter, she looks around for any helpful tools she might find useful - trowels, shovels, a spritzing bottle for the more delicate plants, and even considers a wheelbarrow for several minutes - ultimately she decides it's too much effort to bring it all the way back to the house. She does end up making multiple trips - not that it was too much of a bother for someone who could fly.
In the afternoon, she can be found in the garden in front of House 16. No gardening gloves for her, Ororo likes the feeling of sinking her hands into the earth. And anyway, yesterday's rain made the soil loose enough to work with easily. She goes about things generally quietly, though there are snatches of quiet conversation as she speaks fondly to her plants and, on some occasions, even softly humming to them. It's a lot of work, but that was fine. She found it therapeutic. And though she likes working alone, more often than not she at least had a little black raincloud to keep her company.
During a brief break from her gardenwork, Ororo decides to address her journal.]
As much as I love snow and frost, I must admit that spring is a favorite season of mine. It is so full of life, and color, and growing things. Rebirth. [She smiles serenely.]
Do you have any plans for this spring, Luceti? I know I will be busy coaxing my garden to bloom again after a winter's worth of sleeping.
Battledome
He catches sight of Storm from the corner of his eye, but it's too late to turn invisible. While he'd much rather avoid all of Rogue's friends right now in the interest of things not becoming uglier, he's not going to act as if he's ashamed or afraid, either.
He pauses, head tilted in an attitude of curiosity, and waits to see if he will be ignored (in his mind, that's certainly the ideal outcome) or acknowledged in some way.
Your move, Storm.]
Battledome
In the end she decides to acknowledge him. No matter her feelings for this mess, she was still going to be civil and polite. She nods in greeting as their eyes meet.]
Loki.
Battledome
He gives her a polite nod in return.]
Lady Storm.
Battledome
I do not know what your intentions are, so I will not threaten you with anything. [A pause.] But I am sure you know that we will be watching you quite closely, from now on.
Re: Battledome
I intend to cherish my lady as she deserves.
I do very much hope her... friends... aren't adding to her current burden of pain.
[Because he already knows they are.]
Battledome
Rogue is part of our family. The very last thing we want is for her to be hurt. [And it is a true shame indeed that he can't hear, because from the tone of her voice alone, it's clear what Ororo thinks what, exactly, will be hurting her here.]
Re: Battledome
I'm so very glad we agree on not wishing to see her pained or downtrodden. I know I've certainly never burdened her with reproach for pursuing that which makes her happy, no matter how little I may like some of the people involved. Her life, after all, is not mine to live.
One might hope that since you regard her with great affection, you too would not wish to see her badgered or harassed.
Battledome
I don't care for your tone. You do not know us, Loki. We would never presume to dictate how Rogue should live her life for her, so you would do well to watch what you say.
Not everything that makes us happy is necessarily good for us. Something Rogue might need to consider.
Battledome
[His smile goes knife-edged.]
And of course, you all know better than her, yes? I know this game well. You'll just be upsetting for her own good, et cetera, et cetera. Whatever story helps you feel better, I suppose.
[He turns to go, then glances over his shoulder.]
Oh, and by the by. She has told me precisely nothing about any of you, your abilities, any of the sorts of things I imagine a proper villain would like to know of his potential enemies. And I have never asked.
None of you are nearly so important to me as you seem to like to think. She is important to me.