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Post by Regina Wilde on Feb 28, 2014 17:55:10 GMT -5
Regina was typing furiously on her phone.
Keeping face on each side of this war was hell, and she was damn near ready to give up.
After the Gala, she'd managed to find a control spot for Luthor and keep him as the face of the new era. The world was still too afraid to put anyone up against him and she was glad for that.
Additionally she found that Charles Xavier was searching for her, which was not something she needed.
As for her team, Steve Rogers spent his day vegging out with Adrien Baillon. Daniel Drieberg took a road she didn't anticipate and shacked up with Adrian Veidt all the while still occasionally dressing up and fighting crime. Megan Elness still lived in the apartment and from what she could tell was living with a viking or something and Miranda- Miranda she hadn't heard from in a while.
She'd sent her a letter, she hoped to hear back from her soon.
She hit the send button, plopped her phone down on the table and leaned back in the chair of the cafe.
((TAG TEJA, Only if you want. We've been talking about doing this for a while and I just really miss playing with you, so uh, if you want :3))
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Miranda
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Post by Miranda on Mar 11, 2014 4:34:26 GMT -5
A young woman came in unobtrusively, the bell nearly the only indication she was there at all - she was very lovely, but the eye wasn't drawn to her, and she tended to blend into most backgrounds. Her clothing was curiously old-fashioned, a cobalt dress with puffed shoulders, a few darts in the bodice, a full, pleated skirt that hit below the knees, and a pair of laced brown boots - but by her own standards it was still strange, modern and alien. Of course Miranda had always personally felt a sense of timelessness, but it was a general background noise. It did not mean she was not a girl of her century, or that this new one, nearly a century later, was not frequently upsetting. And New York City was not a good place for such a girl to be living. The morality of this era hurt her on a deep level. She wanted very much to be part of this world. Every day she felt the hope of hundreds, like sunlight shining from very far above, warming the skin, but she felt much else as well. And Regina's statement that she had a gift, a psychic power - it had shocked her.
Miranda knew so much about herself, but she had never had to put it like that before. Sometimes she felt merely as though she existed in more than one place or time at a time. It had been explanation enough for her. Sometimes she was able to find things, instinctively, that she knew to be somewhere else - she never lost her belongings, even if technically she was misplacing them; she had an uncanny ability to pull things out of drawers which had probably been lost in other rooms entirely. But once Regina Wilde had spoken about her having abilities - belonging to a set of people, no less, with those abilities - slowly the realization had sapped her of those abilities and made them strange.
It was too much to handle. She had not tried to hone her abilities, only her physical or intellectual ones, for her crime-fighting and solving. She had relied on her psychic abilities and taken them for granted. But now that she was aware of them they had become flaky. A couple of days after the Gala and Poison Ivy she had overheard a strange conversation in a library between two people who did not seem to be listening to each other. Not meaning to be bothersome but extremely perplexed, she had approached them and asked why, if each of them had said aloud how much they desired to be intimate, they were still so hesitant?
Their horrified and shocked expressions had made the huge reality clear to her. And yet Miranda had never, as far as she could tell, overheard someone's thoughts in such a way beforehand. She had fled, and this incident had been the first of many uncomfortable things that led Miranda to a suddenly agoraphobic existence. The feeling that she was too close to others and suffocated by them, the confusion about what she was or who she was becoming, had stifled her, and she had suffered many public panic attacks before retiring to the hotel at almost all hours.
It was miserable and uncharacteristic. And then, a letter from Regina.
Regina knew more about her than she was letting on. She had not recruited other 'mutants' for the Taskforce although the way she had spoken of them intimately suggested a knowledge of more that could have helped them. Yet her knowledge of what Miranda was going through seemed intimate and specific. And more than all this... somehow, Miranda just knew. The details were not there and she did not even know how to look for them. But she knew Regina could be her support and confidante because somehow, she knew that Regina understood.
There was something different when the two of them were together. Regina's thoughts did not trouble her as others' did, because Regina gave off something... a confidence in Miranda, an understanding, that others did not have, even others who knew her like Rogers or Dreiberg.
Miranda did not contact Regina; she thought about it, but could never think of what to say. And then one day she found herself dressing as usual, fixing her hair in a chignon to go out like the panic attacks had never happened, and walked into a cafe to order tea, and then, once she had paid for it with her curious plastic card, she walked over and sat across from Regina at a table as though she had been expected.
"Hello," she said mildly, not managing to convey the depth of her hopes for their relationship.
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Post by Regina Wilde on Mar 11, 2014 13:15:25 GMT -5
With a smile, Regina tilted her head forward.
"Miranda."
She reached down and placed her hands on both sides of her coffee with a smile "I take it my message found you well?"
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Miranda
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Post by Miranda on Mar 11, 2014 21:59:52 GMT -5
"Very well, Miss Wilde," said Miranda with a wide smile.
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Post by Regina Wilde on Mar 13, 2014 12:36:32 GMT -5
"Good, good. I hope your acclimating to life in the big city?"
She didn't care for New York, but dreams of retiring to the country side were slowly dissipating with each passing day. She was deep in this now, no turning back.
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Miranda
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Post by Miranda on Mar 13, 2014 16:28:43 GMT -5
Miranda hesitated, eyes searching.
"I've been in my room, mostly," she admitted in a soft voice.
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Post by Regina Wilde on Mar 14, 2014 12:35:42 GMT -5
"It is a bit of a culture shock isn't it?"
She tilted her head "Or is it something else?"
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Post by Miranda on Mar 16, 2014 4:37:29 GMT -5
"A very strong shock," she said with a wan smile. "Miss Wilde, when you spoke of my powers..."
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Post by Regina Wilde on Mar 16, 2014 22:43:41 GMT -5
She furrowed her brows, her lips set in to a thin line "Are you all right?"
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Post by Miranda on Mar 17, 2014 20:48:20 GMT -5
"You spoke of others. Like myself, can I meet them?"
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Post by Regina Wilde on Mar 17, 2014 21:10:41 GMT -5
"I-"
Well this was something she hadn't planned for.
All the nights of scheming and planning and nitpicking, she hadn't even taken in to account that she'd be manipulating and hurting one of her own. It was all for the mutants, all for her kind and here she was using one of them.
She leaned back and pressed her tongue to the roof of her mouth for a second, before sighing very softly "In time, I believe" she looked out the window "not- hm - not everyone has good intentions and I want you to be fully prepared for that world when it comes to becoming part of it. If you're having issues acclimating to life here, you may have issues doing that same with men with wings and the power to read your mind right back."
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Miranda
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Post by Miranda on Mar 17, 2014 21:15:57 GMT -5
For the moment Miranda's general appearance of ethereal airiness had broken and she looked exactly as she was - a girl who was not yet a grown woman, lost in a strange land, another time, hundreds of miles and a hundred years from her home and family without any hope of returning. She had hoped the Taskforce could be a distraction, but it was enough like a family and yet not one to only make her feel worse in so many aspects.
But Regina Wilde, talking to her, was different. It was like Miss Appleyard's again. She did not quite have the personality of any of her professors - all of them too genteel, too suited to their century, and Regina Wilde was very modern - but she spoke to Miranda in a similar way. She was the closest to Miranda's trusted French teacher that Miranda would get now. She didn't dare hope for another mother, another friend like Sara.
She took in what Miss Wilde said and listened, but gathered herself quickly and said, in a voice not too pleading, "But don't you think it would be different? Meeting just one person - the trouble here in New York, is that there are so many-"
She gestured weakly at her head with slightly shaky nervous hands. "Voices, you know, too many people, and I don't know any of them. I had never thought of it before, but now, once you said it... It's been hard to ignore."
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Post by Regina Wilde on Mar 17, 2014 21:27:06 GMT -5
She leaned back and took a sip of her coffee, setting it down gently on the table, giving her time to collect her thoughts.
On the one hand, the most obvious solution is to out herself. This would involve trusting Miranda to keep her secret as well as having to come up with an excuse as to why she'd been in hiding in the first place. Excuses involving Luthor would be moot due to the fact that her story involved lying to him about the taskforce.
On the other hand she still had contacts in the mutant world, contacting somebody in order to help Miranda get a grasp on things shouldn't be too difficult. But those people she knew could turn rat in any moment, Xavier and his X-Men had that terrible affect of turning people good with words.
She smiled softly "There may be something I can do, but you will have to give me time, you have to understand that not everyone in that world wants to be known. It's the same reason I had to come to all of you individually, it's dangerous in this world to be super of any kind."
Regina tilted her head again "Maybe we can try some breathing exercises to help you focus."
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Post by Miranda on Mar 17, 2014 21:29:13 GMT -5
Miranda offered a small smile.
"I don't want to be alone, but being surrounded by so many people... it didn't help things. It makes me feel even more isolated."
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Post by Regina Wilde on Mar 17, 2014 21:36:04 GMT -5
"If you want-" this is a terrible idea Raven"-if you need time away from the world. You are welcome to stay in my apartment, it's far up above the city and any minds. At the same time, our tower is almost finished and when it is, you'll have the others around and I plan on spending a lot of time there."
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