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[Why are things floating.

Libby sits (this time on a table in the kitchens--chairs exist, girl, why are you like this) and she is surrounded by slowly drifting utensils.

She's already figured out how to lie about it. She never told anyone she wasn't telekinetic. (Because who does that?). So she'll just say they made her like this, and Jesse's secret will be protected while Libby gets to show off--because this is wicked sharp, and even makes her confident enough to roll up her sleeves, baring scars and soft white feathers.

She grins at the camera, which she turned on with her mind.]

'Sup, bitches.

[She's not opening this up to the network for any reason. Can't a girl just be bored?]

[What she sends to her--crew, that's what she calls them. Her crew, like she's some fucking gangbanging idiot.

But they're not her friends, and allies sounds so formal. So crew it is. (She knows that Jesse is a surprisingly good hugger, that Mouse has a sweet smile, that Nikolai doesn't want to be called Nik. She has to be careful, here, because if she's not--she's going to end up wanting to keep them around. She'll actually like them, and then where will she be?)

(It's already over.)

What she sends them is different. Still things floating, still on a table, but she looks serious for once.]

'Kay.

Status reports, if you got 'em. And I got one.

So--we're Jesse, Mouse, and Nikolai, right now. And me, obvious. Jesse, Mouse, Nikolai is going to be our protection around here.

But that's complicated, because--I've got in with Loki, too, and he is--wicked dangerous. But I want what he's got. And he can be useful. But I'll handle him, 'kay? He doesn't know you, just me, and--look what I can do.

[She waves her hand around and smiles, briefly, before--serious, again.]

I'll drop him when we can't use him anymore. Promise. But stay the fuck away from him, he's bad fucking news.

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Oh shit.

Those ain't piercings, huh?

[ The feathers. ]

Edited 2012-07-12 17:33 (UTC)

What, my arms?

Nah. Real feathers. Real monster.

[Libby is proud of this--she had a choice not to be, but no, she owns this. Owns herself.]

Is there a...reason you are showing that to us?

Because it's wicked rad.

[Duh, buddy.]

[Edgeworth, the twenty-year-old fuddy-duddy, frowns.]

Please use words that are comprehensible.

No.

[She is audibly jaunty about this.]

It's wicked rad.

[ The pride strikes Alias. Then again, feathers are associated with birds, angels... That doesn't make it any less curious, though Styg, this girl, looks skeptical. ]

Monster? That uh, don't bother you for people to say?

Is that the name for what you are doing? "Wicked rad"?

[Oh. Well that's fantastic.]

Hello.

[Libby is aware of the association.

My little angel, and now when people call her angel she spits. She was supposed to pure. Innocent. So now she's everything but.]

Nah. It's what I am.

Nah, this is telekinesis.

You aren't very bright, huh?

[SO GREAT, RIGHT?]

Hey.

[More little girls.

Libby is going to have to remember to talk to Nikolai about that. This is not acceptable.]

Can you make this private? I don't know how.

Done.

What's up, mini?

[Now this is really concerning. Libby leans forward, arms on her crossed legs. Her feathers are ever so slightly lifted.]

[He scowls at once.]

Then you should have said that from the beginning. The fact that you're talking in some incomprehensible teenage "slang" doesn't make me stupid.

Who told ya that?

I mean, maybe we got a different definition of "monster", but where I was at, callin' yourself things like that didn't bring you any favors. A bitch, alright. But a monster? You could expect some real heat you didn't want.

I don't give a fuck. I'm a wicked rad computer hacker and I've got TK, let them bring it.

And I told myself that.

[Because fuck GMO and fuck Pet; fuck euphemisms or lies. Libby calls herself a monster because monsters scare people, and when she looks at her body with its feathers and twisted scars and ugly implants--that's what she feels like. There's a very old book about a creation, a monster that killed its creator but read books and was brilliant. Brilliant and superior, but no one saw that, because he was a freak.

That's what she feels like.]

Why? I don't owe you fuck all.

And--'slang', serious? You sound ancient.

Thanks. Hang on.

[She lets the communicator go and allows it to float back so the view pans out. Then she just takes everything loose in her room -- bed, mattress, sheets, dresser -- and mimics the floating dance Libby is doing with the silverware. She doesn't have any feathers, but this they have in common.]

[Anders is ... well, not exactly blasé, but he doesn't look hugely impressed. Mildly interested, maybe.]

Huh. That's an application of force magic I haven't seen before.

Wicked rad.

[And scary. Because this girl can do that but she's still--just little, and power makes people overconfident. Power is also, worse, something people exploit.

She has to talk to Nikolai. (She has no idea he looks at her and thinks almost the same thing.)

She has to talk to Nikolai and maybe collect a new crew member. Libby refuses to see herself repeated. No more birds.]

So. 'M Libby. You got a name?

Eh, not magic. Telekinesis. But--whatev.

[She waves a hand in dismissal and--oops, there goes a spoon.]

It's uh--

[Fuck. She can't say a work in progress. She has to master this soon or people might catch on that she's lying about where it comes from. Not acceptable.]

Twisty. Sometimes.

[ Alias feels the same way. Monsters scare people. Monsters are hunted. Alias is a monster and deserves nothing, but... That's because Alias is a real monster. This girl with her little feathers and her bright smile isn't ugly at all. She's not odious like it. She might be dangerous, but she looks human.

God, it likes that confidence, though. It's the 'computer hacker' bit, though, that seals the deal. ]

Well, shit, alright, chicka. [ The most tentative of smiles, a sign of the impressed and the intrigued. ] If that's what you like, then fuck it. This place is different anyhow; maybe it ain't so bad.

I'm Syg.

[He arches a brow in answer.] How, exactly, is telekinesis not magic? Twisty magic, then.

[And the sad thing is, she's nerfed here, not that she's really aware of it. There's been no need for the level of sheer destruction of which she's capable.]

No. But I'm going by Anna.

[Cherish this level of honesty and trust, Libby. She doesn't often display it, but you have powers, so you must be okay. Logic.]

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