driftfleet | [Video] 1st Form

Who: Mystique and open
Broadcast: Fleetwide video
Action: Marsiva
When: Now.

[For any that may be watching the new recruit's arrival they would recognize the instant she became conscious, even if she didn't move from the bed. Her form shifted, a change in coloration, blue skin to tanned Caucasian and fiery red hair to glossy blonde. Despite looking like she was still asleep and resting Mystique was hyper aware something was wrong, trying to identify her surroundings through her other senses as she continued to mimic sleep.

Yet several long minutes later after no attack or sounds of another living being, she rose smoothly and cautiously from the bed, eyes darting around to her new surroundings. Her face was stiff, frozen in a forced calm expression while her mind raced to figure out what the hell was going on. It looked like a facility, similar to the one Scott Summers had trapped her in and left her to be experimented on. A flash of white hot rage at the memory shot through her but she quickly shoved it back. She was repay him ten folds for that, but for now she had to focus on what was going on.

Her exploration of the areas was only increasing her frustration and anger, ignoring those others trapped with her for the time and slipping out of their way to try and discover what was going on. Yet it was another discovery that angered her greater than anything else; the augment. She had been chipped, a fucking implant placed in her, and if it wasn't for the information that was ever so slowly trickling through it, to tell her that no, this wasn't a government base holding mutants, or even related to mutants in any way, she would had ripped it right out of her skull. She was still considering it actually.

Instead she looked to find the cameras, the ones she now knew were watching her, unable to keep a snarl from her face as she let her true form show.] Whoever thinks that I'm happy to be part of your little freak show, you're sorely mistaken. Or you will be once I get my hands on you.

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[She shrugs, and has to will herself to not roll her eyes. ]

Didn't sound like you were asking for information. I can provide basically everything we know here, if you need it, but some people prefer to just dig through the network archives for themselves.

[The offer's genuine, at least, even if she doesn't think too highly of this weird person.]

[She was well use to rolled eyes, having spent years around teens and was well use to that attitude thrown her way. It came with being both a leader of the Brotherhood and acting as ex-principal of Bayville High.

However, the chance to get information was enough for Mystique to swallow back the need to bark out a snappy answer, holding her tongue as she seemed to considering the offer.] I'd appreciate that. [It was the closest she was going to get to a 'thank you' or 'please'.]

[She picks up the communicator, shaking the video feed for a moment while she sends over a link.]

There's the basic version. It's not totally comprehensive, but it's aimed at the new people, so it's best to not flood them with too much information to process.

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[The communicator would... take a bit of time to work out, to understand how it operated and what it was capable of, but it and the information still seemed useful.] And if I wanted a more complete version? You are the person to address?

[She shrugs.]

If you'd like? I've been here for a long while, but I haven't been here since the start. One of them might be better.

[Well that was... nearly useless, but still a connection to try and keep open in case Mystique needed this girl's knowledge later on.] I'll keep that in mind. [If this was the welcoming committee for a place where people were being held against their will then Mystique wasn't expecting much from the other occupants. She would expect some sort of resistance to have been established, unless their wills were so broken that they couldn't see an exit, and if that was the case then this was going to be extremely frustrating for her. And possibly a role to fulfill. If there was a chance she was still alive back home, a chance she could still keep going on her mission, then she had to get back there, fast.]

Right.

What's your name?

[If she was stuck here then it really didn't hurt to give it.] Mystique.

Gray Nightingale. Nice to meet you, Mystique.

[... maybe not, this person seems to be kind of an ass, but she's going to be polite, at least.]

[Yes, that would be polite, wouldn't it? But Mystique didn't waste manners unless they served a purpose.

Although, it seemed like she was going to be stuck here for awhile, was there a point of making enemies so soon? Better to hold that off until later, when she was armed and able to control the situation.] As is you. Thank you for the information.

No problem. Just send a message if you have any questions.