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Post by aquarius on May 7, 2024 14:06:05 GMT -7
She shrugged at his immediate desire to 'define' life. It was a normal response to any problem posed to a scientist, but it was inevitable that any definition was going to be flawed. And this was where Gabby's possibly unique solution came in. She gave a gentle grin as she replied with a trace of pride evident in her voice. "You define life, and you set limits, which life can always grow beyond. No, I defined it with a general ballpark idea, and then teaching Opus one word that no other computer I know of truly understands.
"Maybe."
Computers use binary. One and zero, yes and no. Everything is an absolute, either something is, or it is not. But when there is room for a two, a grey area in the middle? That doubt is not only a part of a mind as we think of thinking, but is also an essential part of the scientific process too. Opus might not be a scientist, but she could be if she wanted."
She'd had a little help with this during her first few months of university. Not from the professors, they were no closer to true AI than anyone else in the mainstream. No, Gabby had realised the problem wasn't in the artificial side of things, but in her understanding of intelligence. All the variations in the actual definition of it, the lack of any single answer to the question, meant that it wasn't understood. So she'd spoken to a friend in one of her classes who was studying psychology and only taking an AI course as an elective. That had set her down the path to understanding the question enough to answer it finally.
With the miniature figure making its way up her arm to her shoulder, she found an obvious quote jumping into her mind, but was in the right frame of mind to catch herself from saying it immediately, instead reframing it to better fit the situation.
"If giant man has seen further than others, it is only by standing on my shoulders. Sorry, predictable I know. But I doubt I'll ever get another chance to say it."
His costume wasn't that of Giant Man, she knew. But she did know that he had been Giant Man once (especially with Opus' particular liking of that guise of the man she admired most as 'Dr Pym') and she certainly hated that guise of his a lot less than most of the brightly coloured costumes that were out there. But without her own suit's database, she had no idea who 'Yellowjacket' was.
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Post by aquarius on May 7, 2024 13:37:33 GMT -7
It had been longer than Marie liked to go between her visits to the Morlocks, they were... well, it was complicated and difficult to describe. She disliked prejudice in all forms, and whilst they were very much victims of a great many of them, they were also guilty of a few. Judging on appearance, ironically, being one of them. Anyone who looked 'normal' had to work very hard to get in their good books. Fortunately Marie had done exactly that, and felt closer to a few of the Morlock children than almost anyone at the Xavier Institute.
Today had been another one of her supply deliveries, taking them all the useful things they had difficulty in obtaining for themselves. Fresh fruit, vegetables, and even a few medicines that she was able to get for them. And the occasional luxury item to keep the younger ones entertained. She had made a point of always having a few ice cream cones stored away in her pocket dimension for the friendlier ones. She didn't play favourites, but she certainly rewarded those who were less isolationist in their attitudes than their elders.
Having arrived at an earlier time than usual for her, she had stayed for a while and now it was time to head home. Emerging from the tunnel, she stretched in appreciation of the more familiar surroundings, looking in the direction of the institute, before pausing. Marie had spent a lot of time in the woods around the mansion, and something felt... off.
Something was out there, she was sure.
There were a few occasional threats to the X-Men, and she found herself running through the list she'd been warned of, trying to remember who was still at large, who was incarcerated, dead, and all the other complications that seemed to be regarded as smaller inconveniences than she'd always understood them to be.
Her sparkly aura flared up in protection, and she began to rise slowly into the air, avoiding any sudden moves. She trusted her aura to keep her safe if attacked, but there was a difference between trusting it and having blind faith in it. There were ways around it, and she didn't want to risk finding out that someone got lucky, or knew one. Better to see whatever danger might be out there coming...
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Post by aquarius on May 6, 2024 14:18:42 GMT -7
Jeanne was a little surprised that he'd suddenly begun to revert to more stereotypical behaviour and offer to pay for the meal, but the 'you can pay next time' would, if actually honoured, suggest this was not an unpleasant mindset that would cause problems between them. For now she simply put her card away quietly, resolving to monitor his attitude and see if he considered her an equal, or just saw her as a girl to be treated like so many empty headed teens seemed to think of themselves as.
His suggestion of where to sit was a bit more analytical than she was used to from anyone that wasn't herself, indeed even she wouldn't have worried too much about it when on an ordinary shopping trip. But she nodded in acceptance of his suggestion, moving over to sit opposite him as she considered his odd behaviour from earlier, and more recent unusual actions.
"You are trying to impress me. Being yourself will accomplish this better, or else it is better to know we are not compatible personalities as quickly as possible to avoid more emotional distress than is necessary."
Perhaps a little more direct and lacking in subtlety than she'd have liked, but finding the right wording for complex emotional issues would take her several minutes at the least, if she ever managed it at all. 'All head, no heart' was a crude summary of her by her peers, but she couldn't deny the simplistic descriptor was accurate nonetheless.
"I am interested in Robbie, not in whatever person you think you should act like around a girl you want to impress. Be the person I have met already, and I will be happy. And if my wording is harsh and clinical at times, it is not intended to offend. It is my nature to be efficient and precise, in words as with all things, as you've seen."
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Post by aquarius on May 6, 2024 13:59:20 GMT -7
Nico mumbled under her breath as the beached whale spoke of the carnivorous plants "Like you've ever eaten a salad in your life." Still, she didn't fully understand the extent of Klara's powers and its limitations, so maybe there was good reason for them to be cautious even in that respect.
Then there was the inevitable suggestion that someone always made in the movies that lead to people getting picked off one by one. 'lets split up'. Nico took a deep breath and counted to ten in her head (quite quickly, admittedly - maybe a bit slower next time might be a good idea) before responding. "Guy who wrestles dinosaurs and knows the area? He'll be ok I'm sure. Flying woman with super powers? Presumably you'll be ok if you're willing to suggest that. Me, I'm sticking with Klara, and even then I'd rather we all stick together. Until we all know what we need to do, better we find out together, and keep each other safe. They don't say 'Avengers split up!' after all."
Hopefully someone would be able to answer at least some of Klara's questions, because Nico was most definitely out of her depth here, and already regretting her altruistic moment that had compelled her to help out beyond that which had been purely defending herself and Klara back in the city.
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Post by aquarius on May 6, 2024 13:40:58 GMT -7
It had been a short outing, but it had certainly gotten her blood pumping, at least metaphorically. But with the reappearance of Kurt it was clearly over already. A few brief bamfs, their surroundings changing each time, and they were back in comfortable safe surroundings.
That meant she could start thinking again...
There was nothing she wanted more than to hug Logan, to welcome him back after so long without him around, such an emotionally turbulent time for her. But if she went near him right now, it was possible that Jubilee would lose control to the monster, and she feared that she'd never come back from that.
Kurt said something then. It helped a little, dragging her mind back away from the near inescapable thought of blood and towards concern for those she considered her family. But it took her a second or two to answer in a slow voice, struggling with that inner thirst still.
"Not hurt. But... getting... thirsty."
They were in the medbay, this was fortunate. She'd very early on learned where the blood packs were kept. This was all she could draw sustenance from so it was a regular stop for her, as well as on high stress occasions such as this. She moved over to the all too familiar cabinet and opened it up to retrieve her salvation from the hunger for the next few hours at least. Biting straight through the packaging she was soon visibly calming down as she ingested the contents, wiping the last few drops away from her chin before licking them from her finger.
"Better now. Tell me if I can help..."
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Post by aquarius on Apr 15, 2024 10:03:18 GMT -7
Your Login Name: Aquarius Your Display Name: Aquarius Your Name on Discord (if you have one): Aqua Contact Preference: Discord Canon characters:JubileeSquirrel Girl - Bye FinesseGambitVerity WillisNico MinoruDoctor Doom - Bye Support and OCs I wish to keep:Justin Hammer Revolution Glitter Myriad CHARACTERS I WISH TO DROP:Thor, Excalibur, Doctor Octopus My muse is apparently being held hostage in a cave somewhere, so until she manages to build a mecha suit out of a box of scraps, I'll have to cut back on characters.
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Post by aquarius on Apr 15, 2024 10:02:43 GMT -7
Gambit had more scheming and more planning to do before his next move. This one had to be extremely carefully done though, since it involved people who knew him far better than almost anyone and would be able to predict him more than he liked when he was pulling a heist.
At least he hoped he was dealing with people who knew him. Finding out was the point of this mission, after all. There was one person he absolutely had to be able to trust if he was going to be able to carry on with this isolation much longer. One person who he simply needed to know was real, who was who they were meant to be.
He needed to see Rogue.
Maybe he couldn't speak to her just yet, nor even let her see him. Not until he had his answer and could think his next move through a bit more thoroughly. But he and Anne-Marie had had times when they'd been less close due to whatever reason (usually his own poor decisions) and he'd had to love her from a distance. He could tolerate a little longer.
He wasn't particularly technologically gifted, at least not by the standards of some of his colleagues like Beast and Forge, but by the standards of ordinary people he was more than capable. This meant that he was able to figure out combining and modifying some of Fury's gadgets without too much trouble. Using the second of the three strands of the hair he'd plucked from the head of the truth-teller a while back, he had another device that would be able to verify a single truth. But this one was built for one specific truth, a fixed question that he would be able to ask more than once. 'Is this person Anne-Marie?'
For the first time, he didn't want to risk a face to face with her, naturally. This would be too much of a risk if she wasn't really her. And if she wasn't, he wanted no risk of being exposed as knowing, and lets face it, he was possibly on the Skrulls' radar by now. Better to avoid them in general, which meant avoiding almost everyone in general. No, this was a case of infiltrating the X-mansion, get a strand of Rogue's hair from her room, and scan that to see if it passed the test.
For a master thief like Gambit, infiltrating a building that he'd played a big part in designing the security systems of was child's play. Even when it was a building populated by multiple powerful telepaths, this only slightly raised the difficulty. Admittedly his powers making it harder for telepaths to pick up his mind was a part of this, but he'd take any advantage he could.
A few days of watching the mansion from far enough away that there was little risk of being detected, and he had himself updated on everyone currently living at the mansion, their regular movements, and all the usual information that was less boring to acquire than usual as it was the people he thought of as a family.
Stealing first into the mansion grounds, then the mansion itself and finally Anne-Marie's room, he found her hairbrush, plucking a single strand of hair from it and feeding it into his device, whereupon a current was applied across it and through the other thread of hair which comprised a part of the mechanism. A pair of lights both lit up, indicating a confirmation of the DNA matching the records from Rogue's SRA file.
She wasn't an impostor!
That meant he needed to work out what to do next, not just for his mission, but for 'them'. For now he had to get out of there. Within moments then, he was gone. But not without a small trace of his presence being left behind.
On Rogue's pillow was a pair of playing cards. The Jack of Diamonds, and the Queen of Hearts.
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Post by aquarius on Apr 14, 2024 4:58:00 GMT -7
Direct hit! Woohoo! She'd not gotten into a real fight for a long time, not even in the Danger Room. Not since before her death, and she realised just how much she'd missed it. This was something she'd worry about later, since she'd never enjoyed it beforehand, but the bloodlust she dealt with constantly could at least be sated a little bit this way, which was a lot better than the alternative method.
As the Wolverine wannabe went flying, Jubilee's energy stream was paused when she heard Kurt's words. That had been why they were there, after all. To get Logan to safety. She'd gotten them enough time for Kurt to Bamf them out of there, if that was all she needed to do then she'd be only too happy to get back to the mansion and start the process of catching up with the man who'd been as good as a father to her and away for quite literally a lifetime.
Moving backwards while keeping her eyes on Daken, ready to blast him again if he looked like he would be coming at them again before their departure, she headed towards Logan and Kurt, soon within arm's reach of the both of them and ready for Nightcrawler to do what he was the best at.
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Post by aquarius on Apr 10, 2024 9:40:20 GMT -7
Completely changing his train of thought had been exactly as easy as she'd expected it to be. Teenage boys were remarkably predictable in certain respects. Girls too, for that matter, they were just better at hiding it for the most part. But this would make it extremely easy to perceive any further changes in his mental equilibrium, possibly leading to better insight to their cause. Telepathy, a communication device hidden well enough that she hadn't spotted it, possession, many possibilities existed. Though from what she'd read about Ghost Riders, there was very little capable of possessing one, and any such being would likely be classed as an All Avengers threat, possibly even an Omega threat. That would probably cause problems that might need resolving before any second date.
The choice of what to eat was then firmly pushed back upon her, it seemed likely to be a manners based lack of decision making on his part though. She resolved to educate him on the counterproductive nature of such things, but later. For now...
Jeanne glanced round the food court, taking only a fraction of a second to process queue lengths, staffing levels behind various counters, and to balance against her opinions of the various brands before guiding Robbie over to the queue for one of the mid tier burger chains, reasonable quality food but usually much faster service. Sure enough the queue moved quickly and they were soon being served, Jeanne ordering a simple chicken burger and a drink for herself, producing a Stark funded debit card with a reasonable income to cover her living expenses, whereupon she looked over to Robbie for his order.
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Post by aquarius on Apr 3, 2024 13:17:30 GMT -7
Some of the first lessons Jeanne had had as Finesse was defending her mind against attack by telepaths. Part of those lessons included recognising the signs in others, and Robbie's sudden flash of pain, followed by apparent distraction, an unfocused look in his eyes followed by a sudden change of his mind regarding contacting others to learn more about Ghost Riders, and instead changing the subject.
Finesse automatically began running through her standard mental defence routines as a precaution, but sensed no intrusion into her own mind. Indeed it seemed that Robbie was no longer exhibiting signs of any outside influence, only elevated levels of fear, pain and the associated surge of adrenaline that came with such things. Definitely something to keep an eye on and about which to consult the various experts available to her. Was this normal for a Ghost Rider? None of the data available to her suggested such things, but then few were as perceptive as she was. She required far more data, and it simply might not exist.
As her mind began to relax slightly, she permitted a little more consideration of how she should respond to Robbie's non-committal response to her question, quickly settling on a course of action that would hopefully distract Robbie from whatever his lingering fears were about. Her pragmatic world view and somewhat different emotional responses to many ideas and activities meant there was one option virtually guaranteed to work, which fortunately she'd been hoping to do anyway.
Turning herself round to be fully face to face to him, she moved in close for a brief kiss. After she removed her lips from his, she smiled softly, her arms still around him for now, and took a few seconds before she spoke. "First place we find, then."
She moved back to his side so they could walk on, but not with her hand in his. Now, her arm was around his waist. He was quite attractive, had many qualities common to a considerate partner, and keeping close to him was a good way to both observe his behaviour more extensively, and to have a reason to enjoy his company further. Hopefully there'd be subtle clues as to the cause of his troubles, so she'd be able to resolve them efficiently so they could focus on their relationship once more. The realisation that she'd already mentally defined it as a 'relationship' surprised her, something she'd take several hours to think about later.
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Post by aquarius on Apr 3, 2024 12:43:32 GMT -7
It was getting quite clear that this was more than simple modesty, well past self deprecation and playing up the talents of his more intellectual spandex favouring colleagues. No, this was some kind of self hatred of the kind that Gabby had wallowed in for quite a few months after The Accident which had claimed the lives of her father and brother, and merely left her in a wheelchair. Survivor's Guilt had been very quickly diagnosed once she'd begun therapy, but she wasn't sure exactly what Dr Pym's apparent issue was. She'd need to know him far better to even begin to take a guess.
There was one thing she could diagnose at least. The difference between the mindset of Opus, and of Ultron. She'd had plenty of time to consider this so it was a far better researched subject. "You created Ultron with one absolute task, yes? You created a machine with an imperative that could only be accomplished in one way. I didn't create a machine. I created life. Opus has no absolute imperatives beyond 'no destroying all life'. How she goes about literally anything else is up to her, but she cannot do anything that a moderately competent human hacker couldn't either. And if she did try to end all life on the planet? She'd put an end to our Nintendo evenings. She loves games night. You're welcome to join us any time."
The fact that she'd just kind of asked a founding Avenger and the finest scientist in the world on a date escaped her, though when she realised later, she'd no doubt wonder what she'd even meant by the offer.
Then he vanished.
Well, not quite, but until her eyes adjusted and she felt the slight movement on her arm it seemed like he had. She giggled at the realisation, stopping suddenly with a awestruck expression.
"Particles! It's not 'the Pym Particle', it's particles! There's more than one, am I right?"
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Post by aquarius on Mar 31, 2024 12:51:51 GMT -7
Jeanne had expected a positive response to her mentioning the expertise of Dr Strange, but then it seemed the name wasn't one that Robbie had even heard of. Given the fame of the Sorcerer Supreme within the superhero community, this spoke volumes of how poorly connected this Ghost Rider was. To Jeanne's eternal thirst for knowledge, this was something she almost pitied. But if she sought to learn everything, it wasn't to keep all that knowledge to herself - she could share it with others as well.
"Doctor Strange is the Sorcerer Supreme, a master of the mystic arts with more knowledge about magic than anyone, so it is claimed. He also has an extensive library in which he can research anything he does not personally know. He is the most likely person of anyone I have knowledge of to be able to help you learn more about your... alter ego."
When he spoke of other Ghost Riders, Jeanne couldn't help but notice various micro-expressions indicating a sudden surge of anger and fear. It was well concealed, and not in response to anything specific she could determine given the timing was off for it to have been in response to his own words. But something was causing him alarm and this wasn't the first time she'd noticed unexplained emotional turmoil in him. Was this a Ghost Rider thing, or was it a problem that was unique to Robbie? No easy way to tell was apparent, so best to simply keep observing for now.
"I do not know any identities, though I could probably get messages sent on to your... colleagues. I am sure that someone in the Avengers has means of contacting them and would be willing to do so. I cannot guarantee any response of course, but I can perform my own research in the meantime, see if I can uncover more about the Ghost Riders from publicly available information, or from the less restricted Avengers files."
Truth be told, she had already begun doing so simply to learn more about Robbie's capabilities. Now that it seemed to have more importance than satisfying her baseline levels of curiosity though, it would be given a higher priority.
The only remaining issue for her was his question of food or shopping first. Given that both of them were in excellent physical condition it seemed unlikely that carrying a small amount of acquisitions would trouble either of them. Therefore it seemed likely that he was hungry but did not want to voice a preference of his own in case it upset her. An easily solved issue if so, since it made little difference to her what order they did things in. She moved not in the direction of the drug store, but the also fairly nearby food court. She didn't eat fast food very often, but it was a pleasant change from the remarkably bland if nutritious fare at Avengers mansion. Still, nothing in New York was as good as the In-N-Out burgers from back in California, she felt. "Anything you'd prefer, or shall we just go with whatever has a short queue?"
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Post by aquarius on Mar 28, 2024 14:30:03 GMT -7
Trapped in a net with what seemed to be a teenage robot that STILL hadn't introduced herself, Verity found the whole situation to be annoying beyond belief. She'd just wanted a quiet hour or so in comparatively fresh air and peace and quiet to read her book, and now she was looking at the rest of the day captured by a lying robot that hadn't even had the sense to not kill itself because she told it to. If there was a less likely way the day could have gone, she dreaded to think what it might have been.
The arrival of another teenage girl - this one human, sparkling and airborne - was by this point just another mildly unusual thing by comparison. The girl's uniform had an 'X' logo prominently on the belt, one which even Verity knew indicated the X-Men. Why she was arriving out of nowhere she had no idea, but since she seemed to be there to help, there would be no complaints from her.
The newcomer swooped down in front of them and hovered a few inches above the ground as she cheerily addressed the gynoid. "Hi. Viv, right? I've seen your picture from some of the other Champions. I'm Marie, or Glitter if you prefer. I got a text saying you needed help. Big destroyed Sentinel, one of their energy nets around you... Stopping you phasing out, right? Give me a moment..."
She finally settled down onto the ground, her sparkling aura not fading as she reached out to touch the net, which began sparkling in turn and... vanished.
"There! Anything else I can help with? I've encountered a few of those Sentinels, so I'm always happy to help anyone else they've attacked."
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Post by aquarius on Mar 17, 2024 13:03:59 GMT -7
The super-identity was a difficult thing. On one hand you needed to 'build a brand' as she'd once heard it called, but on the other was the Shakespearean 'what's in a name?'. As long as people knew who you were, what did it matter if they called you 'Finesse', 'Ninja Librarian', or 'Panda Girl'? Your reputation remained the same whatever label was put upon that. Dr Pym seemed to reinvent himself frequently, as did a few others in the community, and their 'self' was... actually slightly changed each time. Maybe this called for more thorough study and consideration...
"If you are content to be a Ghost Rider, one with the distinction of a car instead of a motorbike, then the identity seems to have chosen you as much as you choose to use the name. Perhaps Doctor Strange might be able to offer some insight towards the matter if you seek further advice."
Magic was a poorly understood subject for almost all except actual magic users, this much was clear. When it came to a magical being of the status of a Ghost Rider, Jeanne would naturally suggest the best expert she knew of on a subject. There were others out there who might be better suited, but if so she'd not heard of them, or at the very least didn't have their contact details.
Robbie's reaction to her minor demonstration of her potential got a brief smile from her, one which perhaps seemed a little at odds with the statement he'd made. Jeanne was not one to approve of someone concealing their true thoughts though, and at least it seemed like he understood her a little better than most she'd spoken to this much.
"I am probably the most dangerous person you will ever meet. I might not be able to destroy a building with a single blow, but I could in theory destroy cities or even countries if I so desired. I could ruin a person's reputation and every aspect of their life, in a way that they would never know I was even involved. Similarly I can use those same insights to manipulate things in more positive directions. But those hold no interest for me either. I would rather people live their own lives, and I can just watch out for anyone else out there less... restrained than I am."
By this point they were at the entrance to the mall, and Jeanne glanced at the large map indicating the location of several of the larger stores nearby. "Drug store nearby, there first and then find something to eat?"
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Post by aquarius on Feb 29, 2024 14:19:46 GMT -7
So it really was the South Pole, and somewhere called the 'Savage Land'? This walking avatar of morbid obesity might as well have just been saying random words for all the plausibility Nico could find in them. Antarctic jungle filled with Jurassic Park, Tarzan and the bad guy from the Lord Of The Rings movies? But not Santa as well? She wasn't sure whether to just call him a liar outright or to give him the benefit of the doubt given the telepathic dinosaur from the future that was (kind of) the pet of her group of friends. The animal people, though? That was at least a little closer to the normality of life in New York with its spandex clad citizens, even if she'd not heard of a Doctor Minnow. Presumably the decent animals were already taken. "Fish man doctor and other animals, right. I'll watch out for... just about everything, by the sounds of it."As they all went through the aperture into the jungle one by one, the Portal Girl turned to ask Nico a question, one which she couldn't help but wonder if it was a test or something. "The magic I was using earlier, for a start. You're the one that was using those portals, yes?"Klara seemed to be delighted with their surroundings, which Nico couldn't help but smile slightly at. That kind of joy was far too infrequent for their little group and she wasn't going to do anything to distract her from it. As the youngest Runaway ran off down her self forming path, Nico strode out after her. "This way, it seems. Klara around plants, she knows what she's talking about."Her grip on the Staff Of One remained firm though. Maybe Klara was in her element, but there were still dangerous monsters out there that might attack at any moment. Or the various other menaces that may or may not exist... zania
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