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Lash ([personal profile] thewunderkind) wrote in [community profile] trans_92010-11-24 12:23 am

My mind returns to that one hill... (Bendytime just before the Mission) [OPEN]

"You look tired," a voice behind her remarked. Lash dismissed him with a wave of a hand as the projection towered next to her.

She had taken to coming to the sensoriums a lot more lately. They offered her a time off from everything; the engineering (which was fun and interesting) and the ranger training (which she might call Morphnominal ...if that didn't sound so cheesy). But something had been bothering Lash a lot more lately, even more so than she liked to admit to herself.

It was already hard to be a growing teenager stuck inside an intergalactic spaceship, yet it certainly had its merits, especially for someone who knew if she had continued to live in her World, would have ended up somewhere imprisoned for her crimes, but...there was worse.

Feelings. Black Hole was very discouraging of them. After all, conquering nations didn't want sympathetic officers, they wanted brutal commanders, something Lash had taken a liking most of her young life. She had been all that Black Hole could have wanted in a child soldier; brilliant, deadly and ruthless even to her own troops. How many weapons of hers had been used to murder countless others? Too much to count. Did she felt guilty about it? Maybe. A bit. Certainly a bit more than before.

And that's what scared her the most. Caring suddenly made you fragile. Her life was suddenly a lot more complicated; even looking at some of the guys on the ship, and that tiny pang of jealousy as soon as she saw them talking to other girls. It made her in turn notice how she suddenly felt, well...alone. Sure she was in a team now, and sure it reminded her of the happier days with Black Hole, but in the end the Rangers couldn't ever replace them and they weren't here with her now. The people she knew, like that tall guy next to her, with his tell-tale mohawke. Just an illusion, like the others around her. Was the real deal in the pods waiting? Each month made Lash less and less hopeful of his return and as her feelings grew and changed, she began to realize how much she missed his company.

"Nah, I'm just thinking of my next move," the wunderkind explained as she clasped her hand under her chin, looking down at the glowing display before her, and an all too familiar scenario. "Fighting against an A.I. is much harder than I thought it would be." All of her data on the other nations she had once carefully stored and kept so she could analyze what had gone wrong that day of the battle, now based mostly on her memories. And yet now she found herself on a very different situation; this time she was letting the A.I. play the role of Black Hole as she played the Allied Nations. As she walked, the scene around her changed. She pushed a few tanks backwards to bait them. Seven days had passed, and the laser fired at her units. Her Laser. The five hundred foot Death Ray she had built for Sturm those years ago. It felt so incredibly ironic.

"Damn it! At this rate I'm gonna lose. OH! I HATE loosing so much!" She pouted, crossed her arms in anger and nearly threw herself down to sit on the ground as the laser hologram harmlessly pass through her. The units behind her were completely obliterated. Well at least she could rest easy knowing how efficient that laser was?

"I'm not worried." Ha! For a few seconds Lash looked up at the man before returning to the puzzle before her. If she hadn't known any different, that could have really been Hawke sitting next to her. Wordlessly, she grinned and shut him off.

"Thanks birdbrain. Wherever you are."
Holographic representation of him or not, Lash felt a tiny little better.

[[Open Log! Come bother Lash and talk with her as much as you like.]]

[identity profile] hit-girl-mindy.livejournal.com 2010-11-24 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
And there was actually someone who would have sympathized with Lash;'s feelings but wouldn't know it: Mindy, after all, was still trying to get used to the wholeneed to make friends so you don't seem like a loner weirdo thing, and that was getting tougher. She found that staying in costume, being Hit Girl, tended to fit her a lot more, and she could be that part of herself.

So dropping in and seeing all of the wanton destruction actually thrilled her a little, but she couldn't show that at the moment. She DID notice the girl though: you didn't really mistake4 a hairdo like that unless you were a fucking idiot.

"Hi," she said, greeting her. "How's it going?"

[identity profile] hit-girl-mindy.livejournal.com 2010-11-24 02:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Ok, this? She could have watched all day. She knew that she didn't have the first bit of training when it came to an operation quite like this, but she had no problem seeing it unfold, and learning from it. She was a little confused about something though: the girl who was fighting, and the voice yelling about blowing sher stuff up sounded exactly the same.

And good guys? What did that mean?

"I'm dealing," she said, though she was more than dealing at this point: she seemed to accept most of the insane things here at face value. "I like the light show though. What's the story behind all of this?"

And then after a moment, it occurred to her she might want to know her name. "Oh yeah. I'm Mindy, Mindy Macready."
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[personal profile] bonnypiperlad 2010-11-24 07:09 am (UTC)(link)
Jamie had found himself a wee bit peckish and had procured a tray of slop with the intention of going to the Sensoriums and turning it into something more edible. Having caught a few words from outside, he guessed this particular pod was occupied when one of the voices grew loud enough he could make out who it was. "Lash?"

Curious, he poked his head in - just in time to see the laser obliterate some sort of military unit. His eyes widened quite visibly as he took in what little was left after that attack.

He set the tray aside on a nearby handy surface and wandered over, craning his head slightly so he could get a better look at the simulation, completely managing to miss the fact Lash was on the floor in the process. "Hey, would ye look at the size of that thing?"
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[personal profile] bonnypiperlad 2010-11-24 08:30 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, so Jamie was right and he had heard her voice in here. He turned his attention away from his fascinated staring at the death ray and over to his fellow Ranger. "Wait, ye built that?"

That's impressive. A little scary, but impressive. "I'm glad you're on our side." It's meant as a compliment. He's had experience with (much smaller) lasers before, and doesn't really care to imagine the Ohm having giant death rays. Much better this way. Even if the Doctor would be dismayed.

"Is this your world, then?"

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[identity profile] changelingdude.livejournal.com 2010-11-24 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Beastboy wandered in at just the wrong time as a powerful explosion went off sending him flying through the air flapping his arms madly as if he was trying to fly but hadn't shape shifted yet.

By the time he did shift into a duck he had crashed to the ground in front of Lash.

[identity profile] changelingdude.livejournal.com 2010-11-24 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Beastboy sat up laughing and his eyes were rolling in his head, "You know I was thinking of taking a trip in the fall."

Ok not as funny.

"What's going on fluffy?" He asked smacking his head till his eyes settled back into their proper place...if not a little crossed.

Fufufu~

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[personal profile] morphitudinous 2010-11-24 04:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, rough training. Billy knew that all too well. He smiled at the sight of Lash's native skills in action, then approached her carefully when there was a pause.

"Hey," came Billy's call. "So you're one of our best tacticians, then?"
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[personal profile] morphitudinous 2010-11-24 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Lash sounded...happy. That brought a smile to Billy's face as he moved closer. So this was her element, huh?

"We all need to learn more. I've reviewed everything I could get my hands on and practiced, but I worry about us being overwhelmed again. I have to prepare for that somehow, and I don't think it will involve steamrolling them with the Megazord."

Although it would be awesome if it did. He glanced at her. "Were those your friends?"

Oh yeah.

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[identity profile] dared-to-love.livejournal.com 2010-11-24 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Last time she was here, this place was a Halloween party. Ophelia had a feeling it was going to take her a while to get used to this sense thing. The weapons and vehicles were far more advanced than anything any of the warring factions in the Age of Metal had used, but she could recognize what was going on here. Instead of flinching away from the noise and explosions, she found herself observing each side, trying to discern which one had the upper hand and what they had to do to ensure victory. Old habits died hard.

"Can they hear you?" She asked the girl with the strange hair. All she knew about the people in the Sensoriums is that they weren't exactly real, so to speak.

[identity profile] dared-to-love.livejournal.com 2010-11-25 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
"The good guys." Ophelia repeated flatly. This person had a strangely... cheerful approach to battle. "I'm Ophelia. So you're a tactician?"

[identity profile] bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com 2010-11-24 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Renne isn't a stranger to the sounds of battle. Indeed, in the right circumstances, he could get a thrill out of the fight itself -- hanging around a pair of Viking brothers and visiting Valhalla itself might do that to you. Shaking off the memories of several years ago though, the anomaly treads carefully to this Sensorium chamber.

He doesn't trust this ship.

He knows enough to understand that here, there is a potential of actually getting oneself hurt -- badly or not isn't the point.

So Renne listens quietly; skin occasionally giving off flashes of things. Emotion is something he all too easily responds to.

[identity profile] bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com 2010-11-25 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
For a while, he listens.

While thankful he cannot see the explosions -- and thankful that this is merely a Sensorium simulation -- he still has a prickling of mild fear. Flashes of amber and brown race across his skin and before he can stop himself, the anomaly lets out a chirp.
Nervous. Questioning.

"Wha-t do?"

[identity profile] alterniantaurus.livejournal.com 2010-11-25 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
Whoops! Tavros hadn't known the sensoriums were occupied. He started to reverse on out of there while stumbling over an awkward combination explanation/apology for the intrusion, when he noticed Lash was playing out some sort of war scenario and stopped.

As much of a misfit as he was among his warlike species, he liked this sort of thing. Testing out strategies, figuring out the enemy's weaknesses through trial and error even if it was mostly through card games and he was too much of a softie to exploit anyone anyway. He watches for a moment, fascinated, before looking up uncertainly at the girl.

"Is this, supposed to be some sort of battle strategy, uh, to use against the ohm?"

[identity profile] alterniantaurus.livejournal.com 2010-11-25 03:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Tavros smiles a little at the explosion and her reaction. Okay, so she's probably a little unhinged. He can deal with that.

"So you, blow stuff up a lot?"