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[noprophecies]

Who: you!
Broadcast: video
Action: Marsiva
When: right now tbh

[when the screen turns on, there's nothing but blackness for a few minutes, followed by a string of very angry-sounding curses. There's the sound of fumbling before a woman's face comes into frame, and she squints at the camera before her eyebrows turn down in a scowl.

Someone is not happy]

If this is supposed to be some sort of joke, then I am not laughing. Though I find it rather cute that you seem to have made your walls fire-proof.

We shall see what else your bloody ship can stand up to. Return my damn weapons.

[that's it, that's all she has to say. With a huff, she fumbles and manages to end the feed]

Comments

[noprophecies]

A "thing" for it? I do not understand why. It is just magic.

[passingthrough]

Search me. Though I can't say I really ran into much back home. Powers, sure. But magic? [Less.]

[noprophecies]

Powers? Oh, like - mutants and superheroes. [who knew her time in Kyriakos would come in handy with all the nonsense she learned there] It is the opposite in my world; powers such as those do not exist, but all different sorts of magic do.

[passingthrough]

You know mutants? [You have successfully captured her attention.]

[noprophecies]

I do, yes. There are two who are very dear friends of mine.

[passingthrough]

Who are they?

[noprophecies]

Erik and Charles - ah. [a pause, and a thoughtful frown] I do not remember their family names . . .

[passingthrough]

Lensherr and Xavier. They really get around. [Though she's not assuming it's the same ones who are here.]

[noprophecies]

Oh, you know them as well? Did you meet them here?

Yes, they have a rather bad habit of getting kidnapped. It must be their charm.

[passingthrough]

I met Erik ["an Erik?"] back home. He was the leader of the X-Men. I met Xavier in prison. [It sounds like she forgot which is which, doesn't it?]

[noprophecies]

—you are from their world?

[passingthrough]

I am from a world they were both in, but there are also lots of versions of that world out and about, do I have no idea if you knew the versions I did.

[noprophecies]

That . . . is very confusing. I know the ones who are here - we were in another world together, once.

[passingthrough]

Oh! You're from one of the memory loss places. Well, I met those two here. Mostly. [Since she kind of knew Charles from the prison still. But he could still walk.]

I'm Kitty Pryde.

[noprophecies]

Yes, I am. Kyriakos, if specifics are necessary.

[. . . introductions are hard. She wrinkles her nose] I am Aurae Le Paulmier, but I go by Tempest or Clover. Well met, Kitty. Shite circumstances aside.

[passingthrough]

That was a lot of options. Do you have a preference?

[noprophecies]

Not Aurae. Otherwise, I do not have a preference.

[passingthrough]

Tempest it is then. I guess. [It was the one she remembered first.] Kyrakios seems like a popular place.

[noprophecies]

It was a hell hole, so who knows why it's so bloody popular.

[passingthrough]

It probably prepares you for better ratings here. Maybe the audience likes angst for survivors' stories.

[noprophecies]

I do not understand what ratings are . . . nor do I care what the audience likes. The audience can go fuck itself.

[the curse comes out a little awkwardly; it's been a while since she's actually felt like using curses like that]

[passingthrough]

Nor should you. They just state that it's one of their priorities assuming they're telling they truth.

[noprophecies]

Do you think that they are?

[passingthrough]

I...I don't know. Not really. I think these places are all just different kinds of experiments.

[noprophecies]

[her expression darkens for a moment before she huffs]

I would not be surprised.