04-02-2005, 01:44 PM
Victoria once again pushed the muss of tangled white hair out of her eyes. Before removing her gaze from Pietro Maximoff, she smiled slightly.
There was a slight tinge of an angry aura to her brown eyes as they landed on Iron Fist. The last thing these people needed was a reason to distrust them, and bringing up the Phoenix Force right now probably wasn't a good way to win them over.
"No, it's just being unruly, that's all. It's firmly locked away." "Somewhere" she thought sadly to herself.
It was a rare occasion that Victoria Essex has ever felt powerless. She had a multitude of powers at her disposal, as Sinister had planned. But 90% of them, hinged on the Phoenix Force. With that gone, Victoria did a mental inventory of her mutant abilities.
"Telepathy...Telekinesis...Shape Shifting...oh..what else...invisibility...oh god..."
It seemed like a laundry list to most mutants, but to her it wasn't. It was 4 small abilities that in the presence of the Phoenix, looking pathetic.
A tremor of fear swept over her as once again, her mind went to the words the Phoenix had uttered before it left her.
"Hank...Where are you?" She wanted to cry. Wanted to curl up in a fetal position and wish it all away. But being Sinister's creation, she knew that this was, once again, just another test on his part.
It was at that point, the voice crossed her mental planescape again. Soft, Seductive, with an earthy growl to it.
"Weap not for the Phoenix my girl, for you have much larger things in store for you." a evil laugh filled her mind and she closed her eyes for a moment to shake it off.
Opening them again, she glanced at each member of their group, and took stock of the people they had been brought to. Pietro Maximoff she knew well...almost too well. In her reality, they had dated in college. It was an infatuation on his part, toleration on her part. But when she found out he had been sneaking around with Felicia Hardy behind her back, Victoria promptly quit doing all his homework for him.
That memory, brought a smile to her face.
There was a slight tinge of an angry aura to her brown eyes as they landed on Iron Fist. The last thing these people needed was a reason to distrust them, and bringing up the Phoenix Force right now probably wasn't a good way to win them over.
"No, it's just being unruly, that's all. It's firmly locked away." "Somewhere" she thought sadly to herself.
It was a rare occasion that Victoria Essex has ever felt powerless. She had a multitude of powers at her disposal, as Sinister had planned. But 90% of them, hinged on the Phoenix Force. With that gone, Victoria did a mental inventory of her mutant abilities.
"Telepathy...Telekinesis...Shape Shifting...oh..what else...invisibility...oh god..."
It seemed like a laundry list to most mutants, but to her it wasn't. It was 4 small abilities that in the presence of the Phoenix, looking pathetic.
A tremor of fear swept over her as once again, her mind went to the words the Phoenix had uttered before it left her.
"Hank...Where are you?" She wanted to cry. Wanted to curl up in a fetal position and wish it all away. But being Sinister's creation, she knew that this was, once again, just another test on his part.
It was at that point, the voice crossed her mental planescape again. Soft, Seductive, with an earthy growl to it.
"Weap not for the Phoenix my girl, for you have much larger things in store for you." a evil laugh filled her mind and she closed her eyes for a moment to shake it off.
Opening them again, she glanced at each member of their group, and took stock of the people they had been brought to. Pietro Maximoff she knew well...almost too well. In her reality, they had dated in college. It was an infatuation on his part, toleration on her part. But when she found out he had been sneaking around with Felicia Hardy behind her back, Victoria promptly quit doing all his homework for him.
That memory, brought a smile to her face.
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