[Sama in the MU] Part 14
Added 2025-03-30 04:08:18 +0000 UTC-So... when are you going to let me out?- Anna Marie /asked, trying not to sound whiny.
Her body was sticking to my back as I flew leisurely towards the enclave, air resistance flowing frictionlessly past my Vajra. The increase in flight speed from Carol was very noticeable, and I was making very good time.
“Well, first, we’re going to talk about you,” I replied back, not put off at all. “Like I said, I’m taking away your powers... using your powers.” She kind of had a face, but I could tell she wasn’t really all that depressed. “However, you’re still a mutant, so you’re still Powered. You’ll be able to manifest a Mindblade, and grow your Core. You just won’t be able to touch people and steal their minds and powers.”
-I’m fine with that!- She was a little too hasty eager, and couldn’t hide anything from me anyways. It was my head.
I flicked up my Mindclaw, and shared exactly how I did it. She kind of blinked. “Left hand, you do it.”
My hand wobbled, and she finally took control, and tried to concentrate and replicate what I had just done. I put down my gold claw, brought it back up, and she tried again, and then one more time, and that hand finally flicked up a short muddled green-brown blade, less than a foot long, rather hazy and immaterial.
She whooped out of my mouth nonetheless, and then reacted in surprise on hearing it.
“See the difference in texture?” I went on, holding up my hand, and she pulled the other one up next to mine. Hers really looked barely substantial and pathetic. “A mindblade reflects its owner’s mind and soul. Yours is weak and unfocused because you are weak and unfocused. Your head has been played with, your emotional control is negligible, and your impulse control is non-existent. DON’T even try to deny it. You’re in my head, and I’m looking right at you.”
She kind of didn’t say anything, just looked at her fragile little mindknife compared to the awesome presence of my soulclaw. “The colors mean something?” she asked, stunned.
“Naturally. Souls are color-coded for Heaven’s convenience. Silver are your Dudley do-rights. Golds are your do-what-works types. Rainbows are your completely self-concerned but nice people, the world revolves around them. Blues are your order-taker the law is everything types. Green are your wishy-washy people who can’t commit to anything, and basically only have ties to family. Grey are your totally self-obsessed I do what I want to types, probably career criminals, independent mercs who love to fight, or devoted artists who don’t care about much else.
“Red are your tyrants and those who follow them. Mafia guys are red. So are Nazis, and Stalin, Lenin, Hydra, AIM... organized, methodical, uncaring. Purples are your evil masterminds who think themselves above laws... Doom, Pluto, Egghead, mercenaries, individual independent criminals who will kill easily, and assassins. Black is your total fruitcake batshit killers without moral conscience or qualms. Vampires, serial killers, many demons.
“By way of example, both Mystique and Destiny are solid purple, with Mystique veering towards black. The Blob and Pyro are green to purple, Toad is solidly green, and Avalanche veers towards red and blue.”
“And y’all’re gold.”
“It’s right there for you to see.” I snapped it off.
“An’ Mrs. Marvel is silver...”
“It’s her military background. It’s part of that rules-following mindset. She wants to do the right thing, serve faithfully and properly. An ideal soldier’s mindset. Captain America is probably so silver your eyes could bleed.”
She was silent, thinking about colors of the soul and what they portended. “So... y’all want me to be a better person...”
“I don’t want you to be a saint, but if you think I’m giving you back your powers before you choose what side you want to stand on, you’re out of your gourd, girl.”
“It won’t be so bad not having ‘em. I won’t be afraid of people touching me...”
“If you had any mental discipline, that wouldn’t even be an issue,” I snapped. “You have the potential to be one of the most powerful people on the planet, and because you’re a twit, you’re letting it go. Which is fine by me, but Christ, don’t ever come begging for understanding if you want to give up an opportunity like that.”
She wanted to blush again, as the Enclave came in sight. It was easy to tell, it had a bunch of people flying here and there by various means over it, and weird lights and stuff going off.
I flew down to a specific duplex to the side, fast enough to barely be noticed, and as I landed, there was a jolt of electricity and I pushed her mind out of me.
She convulsed on my back as her eyes opened, and I plopped her down just as the door opened in front of me.
“Dyna!” Lindsey said, promptly leaping up on me and throwing herself into my arms enthusiastically. Lips met, there was some gentle crackling discharges, and she shuddered against me as I held her gently but firmly, letting my Vajra ripple around her and feel her up in ways hands just couldn’t.
She pulled back very reluctantly, taking full advantage of me sticking to her to stay right where she was without effort. “You never stop by in the middle of the day,” she accused me, eyes dancing.
“I get ambushed every time,” I deadpanned back, and she smiled even wider. “This is the girl I told you about... mutant, half-alien, powers on the fritz. I powered her down, but she’s still got the Core and needs a lot of work.” I turned to look at the gaping Rogue. “And a new wardrobe, and a lot of advice on make-up.”
“Well, she’s come to the right place! Shopping is my second specialty!” Lindsey announced confidently, reluctantly detaching her legs and regaining her feet as I lowered her effortlessly. “I’ll take care of her, Dyna!”
“Of course you will.” I gave her another tingling kiss on the forehead, she sighed despite herself, and I gave her a wink before rippling and vanishing from sight, teleporting away.
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Rogue stared, open-mouthed. Lindsey just clucked her tongue at the instant departure and turned to the young woman, looking her up and down. “A new project from Dyna! This is going to be fun!” Taking Rogue’s bare hand without hesitation, Lindsey McCabe pulled her into the house. “Let’s get you out of that... whatever outfit that is, and then we’ll head out and get you some things. After we’re done, I’ll show you around the Enclave.”
“You-you kissed Dynamo!” Rogue blurted out, despite herself.
“You have the expression on your face of someone who has never kissed or been kissed by Dynamo.” Lindsey just rolled her eyes knowingly. “Otherwise, you’d have a very different expression on your face.”
Rogue swallowed despite herself, remembering being inside Dynamo, and that feeling of power, of control... and the immense willpower and goddess-like presence that had given her no wriggle room at all in her head.
That...that kiss really looked like something... Rogue felt her cheeks flaming despite herself...
