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Post by Typhoid on Feb 23, 2009 22:50:44 GMT -5
"Let's try something a little harder, like something falling or flying at me," she said. She could experiment with different stuff around the Mansion later.
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Post by The Man on Mar 5, 2009 12:17:52 GMT -5
"Very well. Give me one moment," ::The Professor said over the intercom. He removed the programmed parameters, which returned the Danger Room to its metallic reality, before entering in new settings, which brought her to a meadow.::
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Post by Typhoid on Mar 5, 2009 21:39:18 GMT -5
Ty couldn't help it, she laughed. "Ummm...not quite what I had in mind..."
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Post by The Man on Mar 5, 2009 21:47:55 GMT -5
"Never let your concentration slip," ::The Professor warned her. To emphasize that, the house from "Wizard of Oz" appeared in the sky, falling downward at great acceleration.::
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Post by Typhoid on Mar 5, 2009 22:01:31 GMT -5
Ty let loose with a very colorful expletive and stared upward at the falling house for the few seconds that she had. One instinct said to ash and get out of there, the other said that transparency was the best way to go...and she did both at once, telekinesis and transparency both fighting for control of her physical form.
To Typhoid, it was as if the world in front of her fractured. One second she was staring upward, at a falling house, the next...the house fell, and she was in it, but not in it. The world around her was in muted colors- the house, the meadow, everything in the Danger Room looked as if she were watching it through a television on fast forward, with the color settings done in pastel. The grass in the meadow blew too fast, the curtains in the house snapped like they were being hit by a tornado. She looked at her hands to see that she was basically herself, but nothing else around her was.
While the real world- or she hoped it was the real world- was muted and moving too fast, where ever she'd ended up was done in true technicolor, almost to the point of hurting her eyes. Figures of people she didn't know, and some she did, went by her, and they were the only things that were real. She saw Pietro fighting in here, but she couldn't see what or who he fought. She saw students- Kitty, Husk, a couple others she knew, and many she didn't. They didn't acknowledge her presence, and when they got close enough, they grew muted too, and then...faded. Like ghosts.
Professor? Ty didn't know where she was, or what she'd done, but it was scaring her.
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Post by The Man on Mar 5, 2009 22:17:25 GMT -5
::The Professor could hear her, which was encouraging. Less so, the readings which the Danger Room had given him, and his brow creased. Her readings were decidely off, essentially though not quite absent, and that was concerning. He removed the walls of the house, to see if he could find her.:: *I hear you, Typhoid. Remain calm.*
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Post by Typhoid on Mar 5, 2009 22:21:33 GMT -5
Ty had never been one to faint away at anything new and unexpected, but the first thought in her mind was that she didn't know how to undo what she'd done. Can you see what I'm seeing? Even her mental voice was shaky. She knew the Professor was an extremely strong telepath, but that hadn't been something she'd ever asked if he could do.
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Post by The Man on Mar 5, 2009 23:07:55 GMT -5
::The discrepancy in the readings, in what he himself was seeing, and the emotions he sensed in her were enough to move the Professor to action. Undoing whatever had happened, be it a technical failure or a new manifestation of power would be more difficult than observation, but he needed to have all of his proverbial ducks in a row.
He focused on her mind, found her perceptions, and *saw* what she saw, and this was far more disconcerting than it was to see through his nephew's eyes. These were shadows.:: *I can. We will get you out of this.*
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Post by Typhoid on Mar 5, 2009 23:14:45 GMT -5
She began to walk forward, slowly at first, and then a little faster. With the meadow-and-house illusion still in place she couldn't tell if she could walk through walls in this...place, where ever it was, but she walked outside the fallen house and back into the meadow using the actual doors the house had, even though it felt like she didn't need to. It was like moving through a dream world. People she knew and those she didn't kept moving past her, some were extremely young versions of those she knew. It's like a time echo, she observed.
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Post by The Man on Mar 5, 2009 23:16:37 GMT -5
*What did you do immediately before the house hit?* ::The Professor's voice was gentle in her mind, his concern under tight wraps. He watched through her eyes, while also watching through his own to try and remedy the situation.::
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Post by Typhoid on Mar 5, 2009 23:20:01 GMT -5
I don't know... For all the unpredictable and often jarring changes her powers had gone through over the years, this one had been surprisingly gentle. She rarely was able to do anything without knowing how she'd done it, because half the time it hurt when she first attempted it. I was trying to avoid the house, and I didn't know what to do.
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Post by The Man on Mar 5, 2009 23:28:30 GMT -5
::That fell into place, of course; if she remembered, she would have a better grasp, albeit subconsciously, and the Professor felt none of that from her. He was prepared to probe more deeply, to see those most recent memories and reverse what he could do. Then they could debrief properly.:: *Evidently your powers knew.*
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Post by Typhoid on Mar 5, 2009 23:34:36 GMT -5
I guess. She walked forward a little more, then became aware of a sense of nausea. That was never good.
There was a sound that in the real world Ty would have said was something shattering, but it was muffled, as if something swallowed the sound. She looked around and found the source- the world in front of her, the "television screen" that sealed her off from the real world, was splintering, fracturing like broken glass. Her eyes widened, and she reached out to touch it, curiosity warring with fear...and it cracked and shattered beneath her hands, and she exploded back into the real world, falling into holographic grass with her hands around her stomach, lungs aching for air. Her hands looked as if they'd been burned.
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Post by The Man on Mar 5, 2009 23:39:04 GMT -5
::As soon as she returned to the sensors, almost as though she had been thrown, the Professor broke the connection between them. He also canceled the scenario, and was on his way out of the observation lounge to check on her. The pain he felt was quite real.::
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Post by Typhoid on Mar 5, 2009 23:43:26 GMT -5
She felt floor beneath her now instead of grass, but that only registered after she'd taken huge gulps of air, nausea still twisting her stomach. Her hands now decided to inform her brain that yes, they were not having a good day, and she moved them from her stomach to find bloody handprints on her shirt, the skin of her palms and the bottoms of her fingers raw and bleeding.
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