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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. )
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Was there anyone else?
( a kid who captured and tortured a man, but she— isn't sure how to process that. )
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But it was his show.
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I'm not going to pretend that I wouldn't love to beat you bloody, but he shouldn't have done that. That's not justice.
( But she's not sure she can bring herself to say she's sorry to Sylar, either. )
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Believe me, that little animal didn't think he was dispensing justice, either.
What's RISE gonna do?
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( She isn't quite so scattered and hopeless as that, isn't entirely on the verge of losing control, even if this is very, very difficult. She might not know the particulars of what RISE do, but sounding more scrambled than she necessarily feels isn't necessarily a bad thing. )
Why are you telling me this? What do you want from me, that you're telling me that Kavinsky hurt you, and that you killed him to? What bloody tune am I meant to be dancing to this time?
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It was nice talking.
Good luck with your pigs.
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( her reply takes a long time, and she doesn't expect an answer, but her mind feels shredded and when she looks at their conversation she can already see missteps, things she should have said or done differently, but she can't find the energy or ways to chastise herself or start to fix it. )