...And also these.

[thespaceopera]

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ROOMS BY CHARACTER

N - Q Nami Natasha Romanoff Nelkeila Tarid Nux Nyssa al Ghul Octavia Blake One Peggy Carter Phèdre nó Delaunay de Montrève

R - U R. Daneel Olivaw Rapunzel Remy LeBeau Riku Robin Redbreast Rogue Santanico Pandemonium Shawn Hunter Stefan (Alesci) Salvatore Steve "Orion" Rogers Steven Quartz Universe Souji Seta Stiles Stilinski Syeira Tadashi Hamada Tekhetsio

V - Z Vash the Stampede Vima Sunrider Vision (The) Wanda Maximoff Wrath Yamanaka Ino

Comments

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[...yes, it is easy to see. he looks over at Wanda, the vacant look on her face, even more unsettled by the room they're in. he was a child like that, once, and he wound up in the room filled with red, which wasn't all that different than this one.

the rest of the items on the shelves get a look-over. he's not entirely sure what he wants out of this, or even if he wants to leave... but the strange looking contraption, the metallic orb, keeps his attention for long enough that he decides to reach over and touch that one too.

it seems like a terrible idea. it's not exactly a friendly-looking object... but here he is, doing it anyway.]

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[This time, what greets you is not so much a single vision or memory, instead it's like a barrage of images and visuals. They are all coming at once, and yet you find you are still able to understand and comprehend each one as it passes briefly through your mind before disappearing once more.]

[There's a man, or rather a robot. Eyes glowing red, yet you sense no hostility from this figure. A deep, throaty laughter comes out of his mouth. In a weird way, there is something almost charismatic about him. Like something is drawing you to him, to want to trust him. But then suddenly, anger and rage, he is yelling, screaming something unintelligible.]

[A new vision, a gigantic slab of Earth falling through the sky. A city, carved out of the very ground it is now crashing down towards. Your perspective moves outward. The city hits the ground, a cataclysmic explosion shockwaves out across the entire planet's surface. You don't have to get a close look to know that whatever life was on that planet has been thoroughly extinguished.]

[The robot appears back before you again, his eyes clear with malice now. What had once been a sense of loyalty, even admiration, is now replaced with a sensation of fear and righteous fury. You know this robotic man is responsible for the sight you just witnessed. Responsible for ripping an entire city out of the ground, only to drop it back down, wiping out all life on that planet. So many innocents, their lives taken in an instant.]

[Then, a new image. This time you are getting a bird's eye view of street riddled with turned over cars, bits of earth and debris scattered about as well. In the middle a single body, lying on the street. You are able to tell it's a boy with silver hair and brown roots. His eyes are cold, looking off in the distance. The bullet holes in his torso tell you he's dead. A sensation of deep loss overcomes you. You don't know who this dead young man is, but you know that this sight cuts you to your core.]

[The robotic figure appears before you once more. This time, he is lying in the wreckage of a cable car. Clearly injured, and moving only but a little. You approach him. A deep, burning anger in your chest. There is nothing else but the fury, all of your hatred, directed at this figure... this monster. He is responsible for the silver-haired boy's death, and you want revenge. He turns to look at you, unable to lift himself up or defend himself. He says something to you, but the words barely register. You feel your mouth open, you respond to whatever he just said; however, you cannot make out even your own words. Instead, your arm extends out, it is wrapped in glowing, etheric scarlet colored energy. The robot man writhes in pain, agony. His chest pops open, being ripped open from the inside. Something flies out of his chest, landing squarely in your outstretched palm. You look at casually, before turning back to the now dying robot.]

It felt like that...

[The words come out of your mouth, but they don't feel like yours. However, the vision quickly fades out, and you find yourself back in the prison cell.]