friendr | riverview

[backwaterbelle]

	Friendr
«		»
	» Age: 35 » Seeking: Fellow Avengers & X-Men » Preferences: Can't touch this. » Interests: Flying. Training. Protecting mutants. » Bio: Mutant. Avenger. Southern born and raised. Adaptable. Sassy as all hell.
	base code by photosynthesis
	Character Name
	« ✘ ✔ »

Comments

✔

[tevinteraltus]

You use the term "Southern" as though it should mean something specific. I feel it may mean something different to me than it does you.

For instance: "mutant" can have several meanings, normally associated with flora and/or fauna heavily influenced by an overabundance of magic in an area.

Re: ✔

[backwaterbelle]

Sounds like you're right. I'm from what's commonly referred to as The South in the United States, a country on the planet Earth. So proper noun Southern is a thing where I'm from.

Mutants, or Homo sapiens superior, is someone with a particular gene that results in unique appearances and abilities.

[tevinteraltus]

Ah, I see. A popular place of origin, from my experience, though I've never heard the designation "homo sapiens superior". I assume it is a sub-mutation of human, then?

What sort of abilities?

[backwaterbelle]

I wouldn't recommend calling a mutant any variation of 'sub-human' sugar. Friendliest warning you're going to get. We're a different species. Humans existed first, though.

Depends. I got a friend that controls the weather and another who can phase through objects.

[Best not start off with talking about telepaths.]

[tevinteraltus]

I, of course, mean no offense. "Sub" can mean many things. When referring to species, chroniclers typically use it to designate a secondary. "Sub" species, of course, being a species that has descended from another. A "Ferelden Frostback" is a sub-species of High Dragon.

It isn't an insult. It's simply a categorization. However you choose to take that is your own business, of course.

Interesting. I've known magic to accomplish both of those things. Myself, being a mage, of course.

My name is Dorian Pavus, by way of introduction.

[backwaterbelle]

Oh I know it has other meanings, but given we've been hated, feared, and even hunted by bigots for being mutants, we tend to be wary of such language.

Magic ain't my forte, but it's definitely a helpful and terrifying skill.

I'm just Rogue.

[tevinteraltus]

To quote someone I never thought I'd call a friend, "People are people". Mutant or no.

It's no more terrifying than someone born with the ability to phase through solid matter or spontaneously manifest something from nothing.

Very well, "Just Rogue". It's a pleasure to make your digital acquaintance.

[Touchy subject, though? He can respect that.]

What about the southern United States is so idyllic as to garner such pride?

[backwaterbelle]

That's the truth, but there are all sorts of people just like there are all sorts of mutants, inhumans, aliens... We all got the potential for good and for evil, which means people can choose not to be hateful bigots.

No, but I sure don't got a knack for it. I've seen what a powerful spell can do to a person much less something bigger.

We'll see. I'm still making my mind up.

[Because touchy subject.]

It's a long, history laden story.

[tevinteraltus]

Yes, that's true.

[ There's a pause in text for a moment as he mulls over the next line. ]

I can only assume you and yours have suffered greatly at the hands of others, and for that I am truly sorry. I know you weren't looking for my sympathy, but I know something of tyranny and its effect on those trod under its boot.

Also, given my tendency to gobble my feet, that is only fair.

I do, however, happen to love a good story, and have rather keen reading comprehension. I also know a bistro with comfortable seating and a fine sweet red as their house wine, if you'd rather tell it in person. Neither, of course, is also a valid choice. I leave it in your hands.

[backwaterbelle]

Unfortunately, it seems to be a multiuniversal situation that occurs often. I appreciate the thought behind that though. I ain't ever trying to make it a pissing contest neither. We all have our baggage and demons.

Gobble your feet? That's one I ain't heard before.

Perhaps. You buying? Fair warning though, I'm not much for wine. I'm a whiskey girl through and through.

[tevinteraltus]

Tyrants do have a preference of ruling unanimously, don't they?

It's an old saying, "sticking one's foot in one's mouth"? I paraphrased. It means speaking rashly and regretting it immediately.

Of course. To both. There is no accounting for taste, I suppose, though I have had good whiskey on occasion.

Rare, but it has occurred.

[backwaterbelle]

Strange that.So much sarcasm.]

That's the one I know. Somehow I thought more of turkeys than anything. Might just be hungry.

Well we'll have to change that then won't we? Few material things beat a good whiskey after a long day.

When were you thinking?

[tevinteraltus]

And turkey is your go-to meal? That's...a choice, I suppose.

We'll see. Perhaps you'll change my mind.

My weekends are typically free.

voice.

[madeupnames]

You're an Avenger? For real?

[He's just — y'know! Testing the waters. Mutants don't sound familiar... And she doesn't look familiar, either. But he's just gotta stick his nose in the business of potential Avengers members. Like, yeah, he turned down being in the group — but maybe someday...!]

voice.

[backwaterbelle]

Sure am sugah.

[Have a cheerful and low, but feminine, drawl with the response. She sounds quite relaxed with the question, though intrigued.]

Ah take it you're from a universe without mutants too? Otherwise you'd probably recognize me.

[A pause as she grins.]

We've worked together.

voice.

[madeupnames]

[Yeah, no, there's no recognition whatsoever.

Any uncertain staring is quickly replaced with a flustered stammer, of course.]

I — we — have we?

[This place is freaking insane.]

Re: voice.

[backwaterbelle]

[Shame, but somehow it's not surprising.]

Yes, but if you ain't familiar with mutants, then you're from a different universe.

[A pause as she drops a location for him.]

Ah'm up on the roof if you want to chat sugah.

voice. -> Action.

[madeupnames]

I - that'd be nice. Sure. I'll be there in a just a sec.

[SHE'S CONTROLLING ME WITH MIND POWERS, I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S HAPPENING.

But he breathes in deep and relents - and soon she'll find a familiar figure swinging across the rooftops and tramways. Heya, Spider-Man, look at you go. The blue and red figure lands on his heels, balancing precariously on the railings of the community roof as he looks to the Avenger from another mother universe.]

.... 'Sup.

[He salutes a little.]

Action.

[backwaterbelle]

[Not today itsy bitsy. She hasn't borrowed telepathy from someone in quite some time.]

Ah'm timin' you.

[Because she just can't help herself. When he arrives, she's in her uniform as well, something she opted for given the likelihood that he'd show up in his. It's a formality for the most part.

Absently, she glances at her wrist. Is there a watch there? Hard to tell. Regardless, she chuckles at his salute.]

Figured it'd be easier to talk multiple universes in person and off network.

[As she's speaking, she takes flight and hovers above solid ground nonchalantly.]

Action.

[madeupnames]

[He climbs along the railing like a chameleon boy and not a spider boy to get a bit closer, with keen interest in anything she's got to say. Karen's already doing a scan on Rogue and the area, just to make sure everything's actually safe; believe it or not, his AI's kind of a helicopter mom, okay?]

I've heard a little bit about it...

I mean, I spoke with the Tony from the other universe for a little bit, too.

It's still a lot to put my head around, though.

[backwaterbelle]

[Given mutants aren't much of A Thing in this Peter's world, it's doubtful that will be able to glean much beyond the fact that her genetics are indeed different than that of a human, but not enough to consider her non-human.

In biological terms, mutants sure can procreate with humans.

Good luck Karen.]

He's not from 616 neither, which is my verse. We're tryin' to catalog them, or the science sorts are at least. [Her smile is full of empathy.] Ah know. We're just used to everythin' goin' to hell in a handbasket on a regular and often intergalactic basis.

[madeupnames]

... Man, it's so weird that numbers are involved.

[He cocks his head to the side, thoughtful and curious.]

So you um. You know me? From outside of the mask, even? Or just... you know. This look.

[He waves a hand in front of him, magically.]

[backwaterbelle]

How else would you organize multiple universes?

[She raises her eyebrow and puts her hands on her hips, cocking them sassily even in mid-air.]

Yes.

[Because his questions were redundant and she can't help herself.]

The Peter ah know's less itsy bitsy though. Closer to my age.

[madeupnames]

Is he cool? Wait, no, don't answer that. I wanna pretend I'm cooler.

[A beat, and then he drops his arms in defeat.]

Is that my new nickname? Itsy Bitsy?

[backwaterbelle]

[Her teasing smile relaxes into something more genuine, and she shakes her head as her feet touch down onto the roof smoothly. No superhero landing today.]

First lesson, don't worry about who's cooler than who. High school cliques ain't somethin' we want to encourage sugah. [She pauses.] Have you met Deadpool yet?

[Because he's on an entirely different, likely overwhelming, level.]

Second, you are your own person from your own universe, so try not to compare yourself. A lot can happen in a year, much less a decade or so.

Perhaps. What say you to fightin' monsters and showing me what you got?