Laurie Collins (
fridgeflower) wrote in
maskormenace2016-06-18 01:09 am
Entry tags:
- erik lehnsherr | magneto,
- fuu hououji | zephyr,
- laurie collins | wallflower,
- wanda maximoff | scarlet witch,
- † barry allen | the flash,
- † billy kaplan | wiccan,
- † bruce banner | hulk,
- † carl grimes | n/a,
- † jesse pinkman | diesel,
- † josuke higashikata | crazy diamond,
- † kanaya maryam-lalonde | psychopomp,
- † ken kaneki | one eyed king,
- † kotetsu t. kaburagi | wild tiger,
- † reggie mantle | n/a,
- † sasha blouse | n/a
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In my world, there are people born with a genetic mutation that causes the manifestation of various superpowers. We’re called mutants, for obvious reasons, and people hate us. Not everybody, but enough people and with enough ferocity that being a mutant can be dangerous.
I know that as well as anybody else, I guess. I was targeted and murdered by an organization called the Church of Humanity. I never understood why ME. I’d never really done anything to anybody. Not on purpose.
I kind of get it now, though. These past few days, I thought I came from a world where I hadn’t died. In that world, I retaliated against the Church’s attack and killed William Stryker and all of his men in the process. I’d been scared, and I’d been angry, and that’s what I’m capable of. The fact is… I’m monstrously powerful, and I don’t know if I can really blame somebody for thinking I must be a monster from a distance.
Which isn’t to say I forgive them for killing me. It sort of brings up the Big Conflict, you know? How far do you let somebody push you before you retaliate? And then how do you live with that? I don’t know if there are universally satisfying answers. I hope I never have to figure it out by experience. Knowing what I’d done in that life felt horrible, mostly.
I don’t know where I’m going with this. Sorry. It’s a little melodramatic, isn’t it? I just feel like I have apologize for something that never actually happened to me, even though I don’t know if I’d actually apologize for it if it DID happen.
How do you deal with what you’re capable of?
I know that as well as anybody else, I guess. I was targeted and murdered by an organization called the Church of Humanity. I never understood why ME. I’d never really done anything to anybody. Not on purpose.
I kind of get it now, though. These past few days, I thought I came from a world where I hadn’t died. In that world, I retaliated against the Church’s attack and killed William Stryker and all of his men in the process. I’d been scared, and I’d been angry, and that’s what I’m capable of. The fact is… I’m monstrously powerful, and I don’t know if I can really blame somebody for thinking I must be a monster from a distance.
Which isn’t to say I forgive them for killing me. It sort of brings up the Big Conflict, you know? How far do you let somebody push you before you retaliate? And then how do you live with that? I don’t know if there are universally satisfying answers. I hope I never have to figure it out by experience. Knowing what I’d done in that life felt horrible, mostly.
I don’t know where I’m going with this. Sorry. It’s a little melodramatic, isn’t it? I just feel like I have apologize for something that never actually happened to me, even though I don’t know if I’d actually apologize for it if it DID happen.
How do you deal with what you’re capable of?

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She forgets in spite of her demeanor and her self-imposed limitations, Laurie is indeed powerful. Sasha's never had that kind of power at her disposal, even here, but she can empathize with some of those thoughts Laurie's apparently occupied with tonight.
Eventually, she slides out of bed and takes her pillow with her out of the room, sneaking up wherever Laurie is before she smacks the pillow against the back of her head. Not that it's going to hurt, at least. ]
Pillow attack!
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She's about to go distract herself elsewhere when Sasha's pillow gets her in the back of the head. For a split second, she's surprised, but countering is automatic enough. She drops her phone in favor of taking up the nearest couch cushion, turning and lashing out with it. ] Hey! Sasha!
[ She throws the decorative pillow for good measure before scrambling for another. How intense is this meant to get? ] You scared the crap out of me!
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But if it's crazy awful like you said, or dangerous, you just gotta learn to like...not do it. Even if you want to.
i got that problem too.
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I'm sorry if you're dealing with something similar. It really sucks a lot of the time.
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By remembering that your powers are just one part of you. They're not you, and the important part isn't what they could do, but what you choose to do with 'em.
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I always try to focus on that. I've hated my powers since I got them, and balancing acceptance with knowing how awful they can be --how awful they have been-- is still really hard.
It's just one of those times where I feel like I'm never going to get there, you know?
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if there is one scenario that isnt ambiguous its when they fully intend to kill you and others
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i might not have thought the same last week
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Which is sort of a problem in itself, you know?
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And it don't matter what your power is cuz you don't deserve to be killed for something you didn't do yet
It's real simple you know?
Lots of us are powerful but we're not monsters til we're using that power to hurt innocent people
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I might be more worried about my attitude after the fact. I could suddenly understand how a lot of the mutants that come into conflict with the X-men feel.
[ She doesn't want to put it simply and say she identified with Magneto, 'cause he's here in another form, but she kinda totally got the Magneto stance. And that's... bad, right? ]
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In the end it's about what you choose to do with those abilities. If you're going to hurt people, or help them. Some will still fear you or try to hurt you anyway, but at the end of the day, the difference between being a monster and a human boils down to your choices.
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It just feels shaky sometimes, like somehow that's not enough. When things happen like this, it makes it feel like the decision could so easily be taken out of my control. I guess that's what's bothering me.
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Most of my life, my country was in some sort of war; I was angry at the countries attacking it, killing its people. I still hate the guy I blame for the deaths of my family, and though I had chances to kill him back in my world, I never took them. Not because I had second thoughts, but because at the times I was faced with that chance, I had other methods of trying to get him to destroy himself beyond repair. Basically what I'm saying is that anger, hate, revenge - they're all powerful feelings, and I get it. I don't think you need to forgive anyone for killing you, and I don't think you should feel bad for what you did in another alternate version of that world where you killed them for their attack. Just because you might be monstrously powerful doesn't make you a monster. I don't think revenge always makes people a monster, and protecting oneself and/or others with powers too doesn't make someone one either.
I was recently sent back to my world for a time, then back here. In that time back home, I realized that I could not control anyone else's fear of me and could only control my own fear -- fear of them, fear of myself. You might do bad things with your powers by mistake (or even on purpose a few times), but those don't define you. And that is my very long answer to how I deal with it.
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Do you think there's more weight put on our mistakes, as people with superpowers? And do you think that's fair?
They might be dumb questions, sorry. I guess the question is more... There is going to be more burden on us to be perfect, which is impossible, so how do we find peace of mind with that? Is it really possible to ignore that expectation? Are we really apart from them, no matter what we do?
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and know one day you might get pushed beyond those limits because even people who can see what's coming have off days, right? shit happens...that's life. you make amends if you need to, and you keep moving forward.
oh, and remember...there's just as many people without powers in the world who've got the potential to be dangerous. everyone's capable in their own right, under the right circumstances. doesn't make them a monster any more than it makes you or me one.
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Me and my powers have a long and complicated history. This is really just the same old backsliding.
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I'm sorry if I acted weird at all at your party. I was remarkably intact during all of that, but I feel like I might've been colder than usual.
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text/i casually remind them periodically that i can fuck their shit up fuck you stryker
But you have nothing to apologize for.
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I thought I might have understood you. I really hated them for what they did and how easy it was for them.
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I'm so sorry.
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Don't make me something else you have to beat yourself up over, okay? I'll be fine. I'm just trying to straighten out my thoughts.
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That is a very difficult question.
I've seen someone in a similar situation. She wasn't persecuted but she had immense power and the responsibility with it. I don't think it excuses people from making the worst assumptions. Such ideas are self-fulfilling.
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There probably isn't a peaceful conclusion to come to, here. It's just going to be a forever vexation.
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You remember that even though you're capable of some things, there's limits you should probably set for yourself.
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It sounds dumb, but I feel almost like I'm cursed sometimes.
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[ funny Sasaki says that, when it's his job to kill ghouls, regardless if they ever did anything wrong or not. ]
As for how to deal - you learn and set your own boundaries, your own limits. Yours. It's easy to talk, it's easy to say that and read it out loud, but it's hard to stick to a limit. Sometimes you'll go overboard and you'll make mistakes and some of them are hard to live with.
But you need to learn and to accept and to move on, and do your best. It's all we can really do.
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Yeah. I mean, there are other options available, but they aren't something that I have a mind to consider. Moving forward will just have to do it. That's never been the question.
For how long is that tolerable, though? How many times can you be allowed to screw up? That's the next step.
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Here's the thing about monsters
they are always inside of us. and they always come out when we try to do the peaceful thing and it fails again and again.
i've learned the hard way of letting dangerous people go, of not putting them down before they come back and kill more people of my family. so i've killed, and i'm going to keep killing, as long as there is a threat to the people i care about. it feels awful, being all cold after killing someone. but at least your friends and family are alive, and they are the only ones that can make you feel alive again.
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Then there's no acceptable alternative for you? I don't think there was for me, either. That's how I felt when that was my path.
I just felt so caged in that choice. I didn't feel like I worthy of being with the people I loved, even if I did what I did to protect them. I didn't feel like it was unjustified, though, and that's what scares me now that I'm back in this reality.
It's a weird mix and balance and contradiction of things. If that's what you feel, then I'm sorry that's happening to you.
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most people deal w it by pretending to be heroes
who cares what anyones capable of anyway tho
its what u actually do that matters
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Granted, I've grown a lot here. I know it's not actually getting me anywhere to get stuck on it like this, but it helps to process things and get it over with.
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