A cry for help

[thespaceopera]

[a distress call has been tracked across the void, finally leading back to the source. a hulking crippled ship, teeming with hostile alien life, now lies before you.

what do you do? do you dive in or hang back? are you here to learn, play, build, or observe?

however you choose to proceed, your audience is out there somewhere, watching.]


ooc: here is a good ol' themed mingle to get you all started! and don't feel limited by the prompts and what they describe--they're just there as idea-starters, so feel free to go anywhere and do anything.

have fun!

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[worththetrouble]

[Adam shakes his head slowly. He gives her a smile that shows that he understands where her harshness is coming from and when eh speaks he reveals a bit of the truth without fully explaining it.]

No. They'll avoid us if I will it. It's safe for a long as we need it to be. [Then, after a moment,] You know, once you have more control of the gifts given to you, you'll probably be able to do the same.

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[That feeling... was it admiration? Respect? She had felt it when they first met. The way he had defended himself from her mind-reading, and the way he had controlled her exit. Who was he that he could seem so wise and confident in his powers?]

[Wanda looks back down at her hands, clenching them into fists. Her frustration and disappointment in herself becoming more apparent.]

I would like to believe you, but... I do not know if I can really become as strong as you claim. It seems as though my "gifts" are never quite enough.

[worththetrouble]

That's because they seem to be new? It takes time to get used to.

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Wanda knows Adam was basically right. After all, she'd told him when they first met that she'd only had them for a few years. Yet... in a few years, was this truly as far as she had come in mastering them? She had thought she was stronger than this, but her bandaged leg served as the perfect reality check.]

And how much time would that be? How much time must pass before I can successfully defend both myself and those I care about?

[Her words are bitter; her frustration now being inadvertently channeled and redirected at Adam.]

[worththetrouble]

[Adam raises his brow a bit and then moves a little closer.]

Hey, it's not that simple. It's not a time limit sort of thing.

[Then, after a moment.] Do you want to go back? Maybe it will be easier if we're away from this ship.

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Wanda looks up at Adam, clearly angered by the suggestion. In a stern voice, she makes it very clear how she feels about the idea of leaving.]

I will not leave. There are some here who still need protecting, and I will not abandon them. If there is some good that I can continue to do here, then I will not run away.