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maskormenace2017-02-12 10:18 am
magnitudes) wrote in maskormenace2017-02-12 10:18 am
Entry tags:
- abigail hobbs | n/a,
- † barry allen | the flash,
- † bianca reyes | n/a,
- † frederick chilton | chief of staff!!,
- † jessica jones | n/a,
- † john watson | n/a,
- † kitty jones | n/a,
- † robbie reyes | ghost rider,
- † ruby lucas | red,
- † sabriel | abhorsen,
- † sam merlotte | n/a,
- † sarissa theron | n/a,
- † ted kord | blue beetle ii
007. ( video. )
( HI guys. This is Sarissa. Last time she was on the network she was wearing a ridiculous shirt and was even more ridiculously drunk, a shenanigan that involved yelling at people about art and being excessively poetic. It was a mess.
Now here is Sarissa, looking a lot more serious. Her hair is pulled back into a messy bun, is wearing a dark charcoal button down, and is entirely sober. )
Uh— hi. I’m Sarissa Theron. A few of you have already had the misfortune of speaking to me, in person or on here. Usually I’m pretty obnoxious, so—
( She frowns, and pauses. No, deflecting won’t work for this, and she rolls her shoulders to get herself to focus. )
Some of you might have heard by now that I was murdered. Twice, actually. The first time was just after Thanksgiving and the second time was at the tail end of that blackout we was all in a fluster about. I lied the first time around and said I didn’t know who killed me, because…
( Her gaze drops, for a moment. ) I was scared, mostly. Thought I was protecting the people I cared about, and I thought silence was the only way to do it, because the person I was protecting them from was - is - invulnerable. That kind of backfired, but. So— here I am.
His name is Sylar, but some of you might’ve met him as Gabriel Gray. He has a kind of… hunger, or an obsession, I guess, with collecting powers. That was why he killed me the first time around, so he could take a power of mine.
( She exhales, slowly, working herself up to the next bit. ) To be perfectly clear, he’s a fuckhead and he tried to hurt people I care about to make a game outta our lives. But I think— I think despite my visceral feelings about it, what’s more important than trying to take him apart is trying to get him help. Justice, obviously, he needs to take responsibility for what he did, but just— if you find him, and if you’re able to contain someone like him, don’t hurt him or... be shit, basically. Something happened, maybe, to make him how he is and vengeance and all that aren’t gonna help him get better, they’ll just give him more rage to run on. I figure enough of us around these parts are from heaps messed up worlds or have seen messed up shit to know what that’s like, in some way.
Anyway. I’m sorry I didn’t come out and say it sooner. If you have questions or that, I’ll answer them as good as I can.
( ooc: Sylar stuff is public knowledge as of the Majority report if you want your character to be a bit familiar with it. )
Now here is Sarissa, looking a lot more serious. Her hair is pulled back into a messy bun, is wearing a dark charcoal button down, and is entirely sober. )
Uh— hi. I’m Sarissa Theron. A few of you have already had the misfortune of speaking to me, in person or on here. Usually I’m pretty obnoxious, so—
( She frowns, and pauses. No, deflecting won’t work for this, and she rolls her shoulders to get herself to focus. )
Some of you might have heard by now that I was murdered. Twice, actually. The first time was just after Thanksgiving and the second time was at the tail end of that blackout we was all in a fluster about. I lied the first time around and said I didn’t know who killed me, because…
( Her gaze drops, for a moment. ) I was scared, mostly. Thought I was protecting the people I cared about, and I thought silence was the only way to do it, because the person I was protecting them from was - is - invulnerable. That kind of backfired, but. So— here I am.
His name is Sylar, but some of you might’ve met him as Gabriel Gray. He has a kind of… hunger, or an obsession, I guess, with collecting powers. That was why he killed me the first time around, so he could take a power of mine.
( She exhales, slowly, working herself up to the next bit. ) To be perfectly clear, he’s a fuckhead and he tried to hurt people I care about to make a game outta our lives. But I think— I think despite my visceral feelings about it, what’s more important than trying to take him apart is trying to get him help. Justice, obviously, he needs to take responsibility for what he did, but just— if you find him, and if you’re able to contain someone like him, don’t hurt him or... be shit, basically. Something happened, maybe, to make him how he is and vengeance and all that aren’t gonna help him get better, they’ll just give him more rage to run on. I figure enough of us around these parts are from heaps messed up worlds or have seen messed up shit to know what that’s like, in some way.
Anyway. I’m sorry I didn’t come out and say it sooner. If you have questions or that, I’ll answer them as good as I can.
( ooc: Sylar stuff is public knowledge as of the Majority report if you want your character to be a bit familiar with it. )
private.
She's there all the time. Every bleedin' minute, I'm pretty sure. Feels like I can't breathe for how much room she takes up, sometimes.
( Sarissa's voice is very quiet when she says that. It's a hard thing, to be so painfully in love with someone who is so absent, and who you don't know where things stand with. When she first got here, she wouldn't even call her Georgia, just Satan, the worst, a traitor that tore everything apart, took to Sarissa's life like a wrecking ball. None of that was true, though, and it definitely wasn't fair. At least, she didn't know if it was true, and it probably wasn't fair. )
She sounds like a good sort. I'd ask her name, but I figure - secret identity stuff, yeah? What's she like?
( Softly, she asks: )
And um, what happened? To make you get the powers? Or was it like... some weird puberty thing, the rest of us got crappy skin and growth spurts, and you got super speed?
( A way out. A way to avoid talking about the hard stuff, if he doesn't wanna. Seems fair, after how he's trying to help her. )
private.
[ "this really cool scientist" happened to be his arch nemesis dressed in the skin of someone barry had admired greatly ever since he understood what star labs was. he should probably never speak of harrison wells of earth-1 in such a kind way, but harrison wells of earth-1 had lived once. in another timeline, he had lived, and barry thinks wells' doppelgänger deserves some respect, even if the deeds done were of a man who latched onto his legacy to create another one. ]
[ it's too convoluted to share with someone else, so barry doesn't. he also doesn't share how he thinks he may have messed everything up by going back in time and saving his mom. it has to mean something if he looks at iris west in this new timeline and feels just as calm and at home as he was in her presence and friendship in the before. ]
[ his voice is warm, and it sounds like he's smiling, ] She's ... the reason why I'm the Flash. I've never been able to really describe her.
private.
( Still, she laughs quietly, for all the solemnity. )
So, I met Georgia when I got thrown through a bar window. Literally just kinda rolled over to her. I'm really glad I never tried to describe her then, because it just would've been... some cliche line, y'know? I get what you mean, about not knowing how to describe your— her. Nothing I say could ever do Georgia justice, but I can describe how she makes me feel. And maybe that's more important than describing her to anyone, or trying to make up some portrait for other people. Just remember how she makes you feel, and hold onto it. Y'know?
private.
[ it's a thought he has never given much oxygen to. he's living the dream, and he's going to ask her out — and start all over again. he doesn't tell sarissa that iris hadn't been enough for him to stay put on that porch. ]
You know, for someone who's got a lot of strength and gets thrown out of bar windows, you're kind of gooey on the inside. I promise I won't tell anyone.
private.
World's worst kept secret, Snaps. I'm about as tough as a roll of spun sugar. Equally delicious, slightly less likely to dissolve in water.
( Sarissa sniffs a little bit, and rubs the tear away with the heel of her hand and then her forearm, even though he can't see. )
I'm a nightmare. Some gooey things turn out to be hot tar, not marshmallow.
private.
[ in comparison to him, a fighter jet would still be slow. it's a joke he likes to make, though. it's not to point out his abilities, but to make fun — as it's always meant to be. the flash doesn't quite have it in him to be anything but a soft marshmallow, even when he's cooking at hard, fast speeds. ]
Bit too slow for a nightmare. Aren't those supposed to creep up on you at flash-speeds? I think you're going to have to work on that.
private.
( It's a bit of a desperate attempt to scramble back on top of the horse, to make herself feel better. Jokers from cradle to grave and then grave again and then beyond. Seemed a bit fucked up, but Sarissa's been used to accepting "a bit fucked up" as her default state of being. )
Maybe I'm like slow-mo tar. Like The Blob. "It'll eat you alive," and all that.