Elisabeth Braddock (telekatana) wrote in age_of_miracles, @ 2008-02-21 19:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | friends of humanity, psylocke |
Narrative: Psylocke
Who: Elisabeth Braddock.
Where: Headquarters of JB Pharmaceuticals; Fifth Avenue, New York.
When: Early morning. Friday 22nd February, 2008.
What: Betsy is busy with a great deal of work, and so she has decided to pull an all-nighter at the office. Rather a bad idea, as her building is visited by the Friends of Humanity. This is hopefully a shortish narrative, but an important one. At least, *I* think so - you're very welcome to disagree.
Even now, after much of the power had been returned, the towering heights of Betsy Braddock's drug company illuminated the skyline, blazing into the night like a futuristic lighthouse; a beacon for the new mutant administration. In a way, it was a positive message, giving hope to young people with special abilities - the hope that they, too, could rise to the very top of society. But it was a dangerous statement, as well: under everything, the very simple stamp of "mutants are better than you" was visible. And JBP was the best at what it did.
Elisabeth sat at her desk, the computer idling as it played through the music collection - some 18,000 songs, not including remixes. She worked with a pen and paper, gold-embossed and as showy as she'd become in recent months. Signatures, sums, memos - Betsy preferred her communications to be hand-written wherever possible, unless it couldn't be helped. But that inevitably meant that she was pulling more and more late nights than ever before...and it was beginning to take its toll: on her health, on her temper and on her social life.
Braddock set down her pen, turning the volume up on Holst's "The Bringer of War". There was a sweetness she liked about the music, and Psylocke closed her eyes in appreciation.
Detonate. She heard the thought come from nowhere, her eyes flying wide open in alarm. Betsy sat forward but, before she had a chance to move from the desk, there was a blinding flash of life from outside every window.
"What on earth...?"