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Who: Wrath
Broadcast: Fleetwide Video
Action: HS Marsiva hospitality deck
When: 6/13

[It's... probably a sad statement about Wrath's life that waking up in a strange place with something plugged into her neck? Not actually that weird. Not remembering how she got to said place? Also not that weird. Not remembering signing up for some kind of reality show?

At this point she just assumes that she's been subjected to another recode.

...okay, maybe a recode that went a little wrong. Who knows how much time she's lost, but it's an accomplishment that she's immediately aware of those things, she knows that. And she also knows better than to think about it too hard. Just have to roll with the punches.

Focus on what she can do. Which would be figuring out the communicator thing (hey, that's all pretty familiar!), try to read some stuff to get oriented, give up on reading, and just go for it.

So there you go. Tiny woman, bright pink hair, surprisingly deep voice.]

Maine? Orion? You around anywhere? Delta? North? Christine? Foxtrot? Whiskey?

[That basically covers everyone immediately important.]

Also, if anyone's seen my cane, I'd really like to have it back. It's about... uh. This big. [Holds hands apart.] And it's a cane. But don't press the button on it, there's a sword inside and the spring is kind of touchy.

And my chems. Those are kind of important.

And my kitten. This big. [Teeny.] Calico tabby with little pink jellybean toes.

That will be all, thank you.

[Very authoritative nod, sign off.]

[And after this, she's limping off to find a window and lose her damn mind with delight that she's in space. She can't wait to tell Maine! ...at some point.]

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Wrath's too busy staring at the stars herself, hands pressed against the glass. It's beautiful and makes her feel tiny, and also makes her feel... free, somehow.

"Goddammit, Maine," she whispers. "You never said it was beautiful." But maybe it isn't so beautiful when someone is trying to kill you all the time.

She misses Maine.

Before she can start feeling too sorry for herself, she steps back and sees the floating guy. "Oh cool? How do you do that?"

By that time he does notice her, and gives the pink-haired woman a reserved smile. She doesn't seem to mind his floating, so he continues to levitate but turns around to face her.

"It is an innate ability. Good afternoon." It's not really afternoon when time of day is arbitrary, but it's a polite greeting; enough of JARVIS's influence on him leads him to be polite in most circumstances. "I have only arrived here recently myself and was admiring the view. Beautiful, is it not?"

"Lucky! I don't have innate anything." Man, being able to float would be so great. Then it wouldn't matter that she didn't have a cane. She approaches slowly, unable to stop her rather painful limp.

"It's really pretty. I haven't seen the stars in years and years and... This is way different from being on the ground and looking up. It's so much... bigger."

He does notice that limp and raises an eyebrow. "You were the one asking about the cane? Have you been to the medical bay yet?" He'd only passed it without looking in-depth, but that seems like a place where there would be mobility assistance--and painkillers.

"Yes, it's a more broad perspective and there seems to be very little interference. Their configuration is unknown to me; I cannot tell precisely where we might be."

"Oh yeah, that was me." She shrugs one shoulder. "I decided to come here first." She'll probably put off going to the medical bay as long as possible. She doesn't hate hospitals as much as Maine does, but she doesn't like them much either. Things are already unsettling enough.

"Darn. It would have been great if you could. These don't look like the stars near Zeus either, but those are the only stars I know." She sighs. "It just reminds you how small you are. Which is good sometimes."

The Vision nods. "If you would like company, I will go as well. I have yet to explore there and am curious if their medical technology is as advanced as the rest of the ship would indicate."

"Yes. It's a different kind of perspective, though useful in its own way." Not that knowing where he is would actually help in the immediate future, but it would put him at ease.

Wrath hesitates. Well, he seems nice, but she doesn't actually know this guy, and maybe she should be more cautious?

"You should tell me your name first," she says. "Because it would be weird to go to the medbay with someone I don't know."

See? Knowing his name will totally fix everything.

"Useful?" She's not here because it's useful, that's for sure.

"In that case, I am the Vision and it is my pleasure to meet you." Perhaps it's more of a title than a name, but the others had picked up on it quickly enough and he has yet to come up with anything more personal, so the Vision it is. "May I ask for yours as well?"

"To judge if we were nearby other known civilizations, whether friendly or hostile," he explains. "Instead we must judge for ourselves." He shrugs, as if the concept doesn't bother him overly much.

Considering her best friends used to be Envy and Avarice, his name doesn't even give her pause. "Well, sure! My name's Wrath."

"Oh, that makes sense. There's apparently a lot of different people out there." If the people who showed up in Proles were anything to judge by. "Guess we'll just have to go by Nick's law instead."

She did mention rather a lot of nouns when she'd called for her friends, come to think of it. "Hello, Wrath."

And he raises an eyebrow, not familiar with the term. "And which law might that be?"

She giggles. "Nick's law is, if they're shootin' at you, they ain't friendly." She even managed a half-assed drawl like the Commander had.

"Which is really true, don't you think? Shooting is never friendly. Punching is sometimes, though." And she was always a big believer in the friendly headbutt.

"Ah. A law born of experience, unless he's mistaken. "I think that does have basis in fact. I prefer negotiation myself, unless the other party is unwilling to compromise. In that case," he shrugs, "we cannot allow ourselves to sit there and be shot at, can we?"

He bites back a smile - he's only allowed to punch Thor or Captain America, at least if one is talking about the friendly method.

"I don't think I ever negotiated," she says. "That was way above my pay grade." People smarter than her, presumably. But she grins, since the Vision totally gets it. "Yep. Well, and you have to keep the civillians safe, that's the most important part."

Oh man, punching either of them would be so cool!

"Yes, it is." Preserving life - that is why he'd allied with the Avengers, and the reason he continues to stay with them. The Vision taps a finger against the glass of the viewing window thoughtfully. "And it seems there are many civilians here. What might they need protection from, I wonder?" Because surely that's why he's been brought there, reality television aside.

"Maine told me there were some really horrible aliens called Covvies. Maybe something like that? But I think I'm on security duty here which... I got mustered out from the army because I'm a gimp and I can never get better. So I don't think it was probably smart to give me the job here. But I'll do my best."

"There were the Chitauri, in recent memory to my own Earth; their attack ultimately led to my own creation." Though not at all how either of his primary influences had intended him to be.

He touches the site of the augment implant. "I seem to have engineering responsibilities." Not that that will stop him from protecting anyone. "But perhaps you will find your physical limitations negated in zero-gravity, or that security on a ship means primarily sitting at a chair and using an interface to fire weapons."

"I haven't ever heard of them. How did that work, with you being created?" So maybe he's a digital person, like Delta. All the digital people she's ever met have been really nice and work really hard.

"I've never fought in null-G, so that could be really fun. It could work." Then she makes a face. "Hopefully I don't have to shoot things much. I always sucked at shooting."

The Vision holds up his hands and smiles a bit, demonstrating their unusual color. "It took several steps. Initially, an intelligence called Ultron began creation of my body with the intent of uploading his own consciousness. It was only partially successful. Two other scientists then attempted to override that upload with elements of a second intelligence called JARVIS." He taps the yellow stone on his forehead. "Then the matrix of this stone was added to the mix, and finally Thor of Asgard awakened me with the power of his lightning. Each influence contributed to who I find myself to be." Something unlike any of them had intended, perhaps, but unique.

"Nor have I, though I am familiar with the theory. Perhaps there will be an opportunity to practice together?"

"An intelligence? Is that like an AI?" All the AIs she's known have been really nice. Mostly Delta. And Thor... sounds familiar? "I think there was a guy named Thor in Proles. One of the Immune." She's only seen stuff on the network. "He's got really pretty hair?" She offers. "And he smashed Alpha's hand with a hammer. It was an interesting fight."

But anyway. All that told together to make the Vision. "But I think it's normal to have lots of different influences," she says, after a moment of consideration. "So what kind of person has that made you?"

Practice, though, that sounds fun. "Oh, yeah! That would be great! I might stuck at shooting but I teach it okay. And I haven't tried much since my eye got replaced so maybe that will make a difference too."

"Yes, it is." Ultron would object to that label, he feels, but it is fully correct. "Thor does have long hair and his primary weapon is the hammer Mjolnir." So it could very well be the same person, though he's not certain what 'Immune' refers to.

'Normal' isn't a word he would use to describe himself, though. "I hope it has made me a good person," he says with a thoughtful expression. "I have a very great respect for all forms of life, and I will fight to preserve it whenever I can." Even if that means fighting against other forms of life to prevent greater destruction.

He looks closely at her and reaches out with his extra senses, then raises his eyebrows in surprise at the amount of technology she has in there. "It looks very realistic," he admits, referring to her eye. "Does it have increased capabilities?"

"I don't think he had a Mew Mew in Proles, so maybe it's not the same guy," she says doubtfully. "I never met him in person. Just saw him on the vids. And I don't think any of my friends were friends with him. Oh well."

"Hoping you're a good person is like the most important step to being a good person. Because it's not easy and you have to work hard and have a good mission. And sometimes missions only seem good, but they're actually immoral and you have to be able to tell." So sounds like he's on the right path to her. "Sounds like you've got a really good mission though. But a tough one, since people like shooting at each other."

"Oh yeah. I got military grade replacements since they hadn't decided to turf me yet when they got installed. So the eye records things, and has a good zoom, a laser range finder, and I think it's supposed to have a target reticle but I've never used it and have to remember how to make it come up."

Ah, well. If he arrives here, the Vision will be sure to introduce Thor to all his new friends.

"Yes, it can be very difficult to tell at times. I believe it's important to consider all aspects of a situation; even so, it has been clear-cut for me so far." Preventing Ultron from dropping a city from orbit is kind of a no-brainer.

"That is useful." There are vague memories from JARVIS about Tony Stark's HUD, and it sounds like she has much of that built-in now. "It could be especially convenient here, as perspective can be difficult in space."

"I'm glad it's been clear, then. It's really hard when you realize that you're on the wrong path. And really hard to turn back, I think. If they even let you."

She nods. "Good point. I've never been in space, so I don't know how different it'll be. It's really exciting to try something new!"

They might have a very difficult time stopping him even if they tried - so he always has to be very certain of what he does. "With great power comes great responsibility. I do try to keep this in mind."

That gets another smile. He likes her enthusiasm. "Good luck to both of us, then. I hope we won't need it."

"Yeah, that's true." Though she's not sure what 'great power' would include. Political? Big guns? But responsibility is always very important. "It's really important."

"Well, hopefully not. I'm supposed to want things to be boring as shit now so I don't hurt myself." Fie on doctors.

Edited 2015-06-18 15:29 (UTC)

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