mayfield_rpg | [Event: Memory Corrupt] Make up you mind to have... no regrets....

AU Information: Ilsa and her sister were kidnapped at a young age, and taken from the human dimension where they were born, to the dimension her father is from. The political opponents who arranged the attack were found and the girls rescued in Ilsa's timeline, but not every rescue is successful. In the alternate timeline, she and her sister were raised as cubi, by a clan that taught that all others were cattle to be driven as the clan willed. She is not a doctor, not a chef, and definitely not a nice girl, this weekend.

[ Friday Morning, 1490 Kramden Road, Master bedroom ]

[ Ilsa is slow to wake, stretching languorously against the one they assigned to her. For all his lack of external emotion, he was good for a steady diet of frustration, embarrassment and confusion.

Breakfast, as they say, was served. ]

[ Friday afternoon, MacCready and Sons ]

[ Drones didn't provide sustenance - there were no emotions, no energy about them. She went to work to keep from being one of them, and after her morning, wasn't really interested in feeding, just pretending to work, looking busy enough for the drones there to leave her alone.

That doesn't mean her aware co-workers were safe. ]

[ Saturday, any time, around town ]

[ The drones are as unpalatable to her as their food is to those that require it.

However, the aware prisoners provide her a smorgasbord of despair, turmoil, frustration and fear.

Delicious. ]

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[ She's nearly glowing, as much as she's drained from him, and giddy with the power. Others would have passed out by now. Ilsa wonders why she hasn't put a permanent tap on him before now. Well, that's soon fixed.

Then there's the question of why he hasn't made a move on her yet, cuddled up against him sitting on the curb. Spandex didn't leave much to the imagination, but maybe being a paladin extended farther than she originally thought.

In a move that might be misinterpreted as comforting, she puts her arms around his neck and tucks her head under his chin. ]

[The old Captain would have made a slip up by now. The new one? Didn't seem interested. Something in the back of his mind, or not so much in the back anymore, is taking up his focus. Like a workaholic too busy for his wife...

He pats her on the back, accepting the "comfort" as she leans in.]

I won't be free forever.

[ She raises her head to look at him, but doesn't pull her arms from around his neck and shoulders. ]

Here, you're free?

Fixing this problem isn't only my responsibility, so... yes.

[Watches her, smiling sadly as ever.]

[ She leans her forehead against his, curious that this responsibility eats up every waking thought for him. ]

You're never off duty?

[She's being so comforting, if only he knew.

Still, he's just The Captain after all. His power isn't subtle or technical like that.]

Not there, not really. But I can't do anything except watch it happen.

Even here I am wondering, how I could fix it now that I am not a part of it.

It's impossible.

There are some things that are impossible.

[ She giggles, having gotten to the point that she can't draw any more from him. She hasn't been at full capacity in years. ] But even the Turkish column can be comfortable, under the right conditions.

There are more things impossible out there than I ever wanted to imagine...

[She might be full but he's spiralling downhill.]

... Turkish column?

[ Time to give him something to distract him. Leaning in close to his ear, she describes the configuration, finishing with a giggle ]... though if you have more than five people, tag-teaming is better.

[Well that... is different. At least from his perspective.

Sure, he used to watch a lot of interesting things back in Brooklyn but...]

Uh, oh.

[Distracted is definitely a word for it.]

You know, if I ever get a chance to communicate with the Omnipower again, I'm going to have to seriously ask it why I never ended up at a place like yours.

Could be you were needed more somewhere else?

[ She leans in and murmurs in his ear again. ]

Maybe they thought you needed to be where you wouldn't be... distracted?

[He closes his eyes, and, against his better judgement, he takes her by her shoulders and leans her back.

Sitting her at arms distance.]

Something the matter?

[ Though her confused smile is friendly, it doesn't quite get to innocent. ]

Yeah. I'm a super hero.

[He may be a better The Captain. Still, that's not a good excuse, but...]

I once accidentally killed a man by patting him on the back, you can do the math.

[ It's not a complicated equation. ]

I knew you were strong, but...

[ The baseline Ilsa would have probably tried to work something out, but this one has more self-preservation. ]

Not since you got the powers?

I have, just few and far between. I am not really the top pick among other super heroes.

[Also, this version is aware of how he looks.]

[ Too bad it's not the baseline Ilsa hearing this. She might have something to say about that. Unfortunately, this Ilsa finds more joy in taunts than in treatment. ]

Hmm... no one's found a way to bind you safely? But then again, there's no stronger chains than those of will, is there?

Not really willing to put the effort in. You get by though.

[He doesn't seem too bothered by these facts.]

[ For the love of little devilfish, he really is that much of a paladin. ]

[ Ilsa just looks at him disbelieving. ]

Get by?

[ The thought of doing without is rather horrifying for this version of Ilsa. ]

Yeah, I can't accidentally hurt myself with my strength so I get by like anyone else.

[ Ah, not completely a monk, then. ]

You've not caused damage in solo performances, then?

[ Sorry, Captain - this version can't even cite scientific curiosity, as she's not a doctor this weekend. ]

I'm mostly invunerable.

[Like that explained it.]

Well, you are, but not the buildings.

[Event: Memory Corrupt] Make up you mind to have... no regrets....

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