Red Skrull Teaches Oblique What Superheroes Are

Brief Title:
Oblique Learns What Superheroes Are

Characters:
Oblique, Super-Skrull (as Red Skrull)

Scene Runner/Watcher:

IC Date:
01/06/13 17:00

Location:
Central Park, New York City

Summary:
Oblique meets Red Skrull (disguised) and she learns about Superheroes

Social or Plot:

TS:
No

Log:
Red Skrull emerges from the trees in sparsely wooded part of the park, turning his head slowly to take in the sights and sounds of the park. A few random park-goers nearby seem surprised to see him, either because of his outlandish clothes and appearance, or the fact that he practically appeared from nowhere. The Skrull's gaze settles briefly on Oblique.

Oblique, now having wandered a bit from the bench she sat on for a near ten minutes, takes slow, aimless steps towards a manicured bush next to a tree. Looking down at it, she giggles, speaking to herself, "You've been pruned into nothingness. Poor thing."

Red Skrull follows Oblique's gaze down to the bush, then back to Oblique, then to the bush again. Finally he steps forward. "You are speaking to the vegetation?" He inquires sternly. Then a hint of curiosity creeps into his voice. "Do they answer?"

Twisting her head towards the man rather suddenly, she has a grin plastered on her face from the get-go. "The ears to hear are but the eyes to see--the languages of flora are but the postures of shape, color. Have you dreamed but then awoke to find it true? Have you dared to make yourself more than what you were? It is the same." She says this with a strange degree of confidence, as if she already knew this stranger.

Red Skrull watches Oblique for a long moment, then nods. "I see." He's probably just being polite. "You speak of dreams - do you mean while sleeping or awake?" He steps away from the trees, glancing around to see if anyone else is paying attention. "Are these dreams like visions?"

Turning the rest of herself to face the stranger, she smiles excitedly. Speaking aloud to herself, her eyes pointed towards the sky, she says, "Oh, this park has but blessed me with the sorts of driftwood bards whom do not wilt at my very words!" Looking back towards the stranger, excitedly, "There's more to the rubbled echos of times wake--such catacombs of convergence are but pictures of fissures, the depths of which bring sculptures. Faded, returning."

Red Skrull grimaces. "I can hardly follow your words," he admits. "I'm learning more about...ah, mysticism," his mouth twists slightly at the word. "I understand there are many different kinds. The sorcery of my people is different from that of others."

Oblique smiles with a calm acceptance of this. "Another that speaks of magic. Perhaps the skies of this amassed city are brimming with it, and we're all about to cast unto thunderstorms." She thinks about this for a moment, "The scales of my judgement, if they are mystic, are a smear of filth. Like a demon without a nest."

Red Skrull eyes Oblique again, noting the smile. He still doesn't follow exactly what she's talking about, but he decides to try again. "The scales of your judgement? Who do you judge? Are you a hero? One of the so-called 'super heroes' of this city?"

All at once, her eyes go wide. "Suu-per?" she repeats back, clearly dumbfounded and confused.

Red Skrull nods slowly. "Yes...super heroes. Those with skills and abilities far beyond those of normal humans." He spreads his arms out wide, maybe to indicate the park or maybe the city beyond. "This city is known as home to many. More than anywhere else on the planet, perhaps."
A nervous, shifty eyed look appears over Oblique. She looks almost scared, like the gravity of his words are pushing something upon her heart. "Do they... hunt?" was the first question that slipped from her lips, though she regretted asking it. Maybe they could hear her, if they were super.

Red Skrull nods slowly. "Yes...super heroes. Those with skills and abilities far beyond those of normal humans." He spreads his arms out wide, maybe to indicate the park or maybe the city beyond. "This city is known as home to many. More than anywhere else on the planet, perhaps."
A nervous, shifty eyed look appears over Oblique. She looks almost scared, like the gravity of his words are pushing something upon her heart. "Do they... hunt?" was the first question that slipped from her lips, though she regretted asking it. Maybe they could hear her, if they were super.

Shaking her head, she wonders aloud, "Who decides what branches are unrightly broken? The slippery slope of the vigilant vigilante. Might I get ejected? Should I slither between the eyeshots?" She shakes her head again, this time at herself. "Even those who do risk the residue of the accurst."

Red Skrull takes a few seconds to think about that, then finally nods gravely. "Yes, that is the problem. How do they decide who is right and wrong? What of those who think differently." He pound a palm across his own chest, then after a moment gestures at Oblique herself. "Or those who -look- different?"

Looking concerned over this new information, Oblique gives a little nod, "Has there not been a backlash against such bullying? And are these Supers deciding the law of New York?" -- she raises her hand into a little fist. "How dare they abuse such gifts!"

Red Skrull chuckles. "The heroes face no ill will from the people of New York - because they fight FOR the people of New York. It is only the outsiders, the few and alien, who need fear. It is an old agreement, one that benefits the heroes and those who name them such."

Oblique moves closer to Red Skrull, placing the palm of her hand on his chest gently. "I am new here myself." She nervously looks about. "What should I do?" she speaks in a whispered tone, "I've things to hide."

Red Skrull can't help but glance around reflexively when Oblique does, but then snorts. "Most likely we all do," the Skrull confides. Then he holds his hands out to the sides in a shrug. Continue to hide your nature and your abilities, and perhaps your -differences-, and perhaps they will never catch your scent.

Oblique offers a heartfelt open arms, an invitation to hug, saying, "Thank you for your gracious warning. I will stay out of their view best I can."

Red Skrull examines the opened arms, then finally steps into the hug with a stiffly formal one of his own. "Good fortune," he intones solemnly.

Oblique whispers into his ear, before pulling away. "I'm Emily. I hope we meet again." All of a sudden, she darts off into the park, adopting the posture of a sneaking-yet-running spy movie character.

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