#rosewrit

meme.

                           “ohhh, are you kidding? you look fantastic.”

                       – a clone harvested from a stolen tissue sample using non-earth technology that is far too advanced for this day and age or not, she’s a soldier turned asset turned… well, that’s the beauty of it. no matter what she is or who she chooses to be, the choice is always there. (she can choose not to kill. she can choose to lay the gun down and travel the way he does – because anything’s possible in this day and age. timeIord clones, impossible wars… all he can do is hope that his hunch is right – that donna’s hunch is right. let her grow into something new. let her be who she needs to be and see what time and space spits right back out.)

                                 — and boy, is he glad to see her alive.

          “not ginger. i keep waiting for ginger – i think i’d like being ginger. but you – oh, regeneration suits you well, jenny. come here, you!”

                   “     it’s     better     to     be     armed     with     power,     as     far     as   i     believe.     ”    

                the    concept     of     knowledge     and     truth     remain     fickle     and     malleable     back     in     Durmstrang     (   and     Dorcas     has     been     imbibed     into    their     doctrine     from     an     early     age     );    truth     is     easily     changed     and     twisted     –     is     there     even     an     objective     concept     of     truth?    Lies     come     off     easily     to     wizards   and     muggles     alike,     after     all.

                   Still,    the     girl     before     her     seems     to     believe     her     words     to     some     degree,     as     she     says     them     with     enough     conviction     to     tell     Dorcas   that     she     actually     thinks     them     a     fact.

“         suffice it to say that i have . . . . missed you greatly,           mother.              ”      

“         there is nothing for which you need to apologize for.                 ”      

“are you all right, love?” charles asks gently, pausing beside the table that the young woman rests at. she looks distraught, and he’s simply not capable of merely passing by. he must at least ask if she is well. “are you here alone?” he scans the mostly deserted diner briefly to search for a possible companion. “my name is charles xavier, is there anything i can do to help you?”

Hellcat grins behind the cowl, though her greener-by-the-day hazel eyes scan over a figure charmingly with curious honesty. One fanged tooth protrudes from her front ones-- one long, feline fang where others will hopefully grow to balance it out. Right now, there’s not much she can do-- after all, her teeth are part of her defense. Clad in bright yellow and dark blue, hair sunshine blonde ut the back of the headpiece, for someone immensely tall and immeasurably built, she’s-- very kind, gentle, and warmly spoken. She tries to be, like this.

“Sorry, Susan Fleischer,” She bites back the urge to say Susie so she’s not disrespectful, “Hellcat’ll do. Masks are for hiding. If I gave you my name, what kind of secret keeper would I be?”