Evangeline Sablier is not broken, but please (handlewithcare) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-09-02 20:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | !marvel comics, *narrative, evangeline sablier |
Who: Evangeline Sablier esq
Where: Somewhere near the X Mansion in Westchester
What: Just your run of the mill Evie decides to try something
When: About now
Warnings: HA. No.
Evie, when not helping her friends out of life or death situations, feeling sorry for herself, missing and/or visiting her child, spent a lot of time reading about the weather. She had learned quite a bit from the Professor's books, from the library, the internet, she even called the weatherman at every TV station in town. She wrote down questions, she looked up the answers, she quizzed herself. She was becoming quite the expert.
When she was using her ability, she saw how the weather worked as clear as anything else. And sometimes when she wasn't actively using her ability she saw the briefest flashes, or knew when a big gust of wind was coming so she could grab her skirt in advance. Evie had looked at her ability as basically the worst, she felt like an out of control mess every time it rained without her wanting it to or meaning for it to. But, Evie had spent the last year in a life full of out of control messes. Absolutely everything from her adorable toddler to her laundry pile was an out of control mess.
It wasn't until they'd gone to Jack's apartment to get the guitar that Evie realized powers as strong as hers had no business being an out of control mess. She could hurt people. Kill people. Destroy cities if she had too many mood swings in one day. Hurricane Evangeline was not something she wanted to be remembered for.
More than that, Evie didn't want to scare people. She didn't want people to think she was some kind of freakish monster with white hair and strange eyes that would throw blizzards at them in the dead of summer if they cut her off in traffic (which was tempting, even she had to admit). She knew the only way to do that was to try and learn about what she was seeing, and what she could do with what she saw in the weird patterns of nature.
Watching the weather these days mostly just irritated her, weather patterns looked nothing like what those maps showed. Not in her mind anyway. What the maps on TV showed as silly moving red and blue arrows Evie saw trails and swirls moving in an uninterrupted pattern that moved seamlessly through the air and the sky, the way she saw the sky if she wanted to...She viewed it layer by layer and piece by piece. She watched wind and felt currents move over her fingers as if it was the most tangible thing in the world. Some days the air felt like velvet and others it shocked currents from her fingers to the ends of her hair.
She could almost hear colors and see sounds moving around her when she really focused, she could raise clouds of mist around her that pricked and kissed at her skin, enveloped in the cool damp she could hear the tiniest droplets of water like tiny bubbles popping and singing around her. She was afraid of it, afraid of all of it though there was so much beauty there she could hardly stand to just stop working at it. Evie had always been sensitive to stimuli, but this new ability she had touched on every single one of her senses and as scary as it was she was learning to use it. To control it, and maybe control herself just a bit more.
Experiments usually took place in the Danger Room, tornadoes always took place in the Danger Room. But this wasn't a Danger Room kind of day. Outside the wind was blowing, the heavy humid summer air was being bogged down with precipitation that was coming soon. Evie loved it when there were storms not of her doing. In summer she had her fair share, but they never lasted long enough to feel too accomplished. But she took the opportunities in any case.
Storms were a bit more difficult to produce on her own, she couldn't control them once she had done it, it touched a chaotic part of her that felt almost feral. She wasn't ready to let that girl out to play. Nor did she think she ever would be. But nature made storms, Evie could piggyback on nature made storms. The air pressure around her, still on the grounds but far from the house, dropped further and and further churning the wind in a confusing spin. Lightning flashed behind clouds in the distance and it became a bit darker as a large gray cloud blew nearer. Evie hadn't even done anything yet.
With a deep rumble of thunder the rain came and Evie tilted her head up as her face became soaked in the sudden downpour. She should have worn some goggles was her last thought before she opened her eyes to look up. She plucked at the air around her, moved her hands through and changed the direction of wind, once a bit too strongly as a potted plant fell over. Oops.
She stood there a while moving the wind around her, watching the storm rage on its own with very little help from her. She only needed the air pressure for her next experiment. She was just getting warmed up.
After a bit she climbed up onto a garden wall, about four feet off the ground and stood on it, arms out stretched as she concentrated hard on a path in front of her. Through the air. A path she would walk if she weren't on the ground. She looked down, not afraid of heights at all, but even though the grass was green and wet and cushy on the ground - she didn't want to end up there. She moved wind gusts around her, one almost knocked her clean off, she manipulated the trails and moved them in front of her. She moved a few under her feet, one actually moved her without much warning. She stumbled a bit and had no choice but to step onto the trail she'd created for herself.
It felt like being on roller skates for the first time, all legs and arms, as she sailed closer to the ground, the swirls unable to hold her and her mind breaking concentration entirely with the suddenness of it all. She reached out before hitting the ground and clung to a gust that sailed her, on her feet about ten feet ahead, six inches off the ground, and then deposited her face first into a grassy embankment.
Holy Shit was all she could think to herself, despite the mud caked on her face, the scrape on her chin, the grass stains all the way up one side of her body. Holy shit I can fly....ish.