Æther

One of the tactical hitters of the Bay Guardians, she is imbued with the powers "of space" and the body of three.

Description:

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HIGH CONCEPT: Tireless Hand of the Forgotten
TROUBLE: The Fight and Pain is all the Motivates
GIFT: The Aether and the Dark
CURSE: The Hallows of Space
BACKSTORY or IDENTITY: Last of the Sisters Three
DESIRE: No Sacrifice (their sacrifices) Made in Vain

something superpowered to do during combat :
Aether Shroud (cold of space? space storm rays?)

something superpowered do out of combat :
In Space they can’t… (Zero G, Dark Vision, Immune to Cold & Disease, survive the vacuum of space?)

something human to do out of combat :
Drink, Run, Pick Pocket, Drive, Punch, Flirt

a straightforward superpowered effect :
Power of 3 (fast, strong, and resilient as three)

a weird superpowered effect :
Waiting for the light (see the recently dead ? Drain Lifeforce)

Bio:

TRANSCRIPT INTERVIEW : SISTER GREY
ACCURACY : 99.2%
HONESTY RATING: 94.8%

>>>>> TAPE BEGINS :

No, this is just fine. The lights are still a bit bright, but now I don’t feel like I am being interrogated. Thanks for that. But you should get comfortable, this is going to take a tiny bit of a back story, a quick trip down memory lane to get a full picture of why I am sitting here in this office with you. Step into the Mr. Peabody Wayback machine to the early 50s and we focus on a small happily little family in the fair city of Montreal. Two happy parents blessed with three beautiful children, triplets to be exact. White picket fence, dog, cat, the whole postcard image.

Around three years in and the parents are starting to get a bit concerned as their children are proving to be TOO quiet, reserved, and there was some thoughts that all three of them might be developmentally challenged. But that wasn’t the case. Much like how they didn’t know that cats should see in color until one day a particularly patient cat realized that the humans were trying to figure out if they could see in color, not movement. The children seemed to be deeply connected to each other, and semi anti-social with others. What the parents and doctors didn’t know that the triplets had their own special way of talking. At some point the children realized that the outside would didn’t speak their secret language, and they couldn’t be shut up after that. Around age 5 is when that happened.

Oh the three of us. Inseparable we were. Candice, Emily, and me. I was the middle kid. We used to joke that Emily couldn’t wait to get out. Candice waited til everyone was out, and she may have pushed me out, as I was always hesitant, at everything.

When my father was given his dream position as the ambassador to Thailand in 1962. Part of Thailands efforts to be more open, as a good sign moving into the 1964 Summer Olympics in Tokyo. The photos from then are amazing, but I only remember how angry I was that we had to move away from our school, our friends, and we had to leave our dog. The cat ran away. I was 8.The transition was hard, but about a year in and everything seemed to be leveling out. The city was amazing during the olympics, even though Thailand won no medals, the city was still pretty festive. On their way back the Canadian olympic team came to Thailand for a visit and brought us so many great things from home and from Japan.

It was less than a week after they left that all three of us twins got sick. And when I say sick, I mean very very sick. They think that something was brought over on one of the gifts, or maybe one of the guests was a carrier. It was some form of chikungunya with some A226v mutation. Luckily our parents did catch it, but from what I hear, as I don’t remember anything after the second day of being sick.. What I hear is that my mother looked like SHE was going to die and my father didn’t sleep a wink once we were hospitalized. About a week in to the 105+ fevers that wouldn’t break, I hallucinated that Candice, Emily and I were having a big argument as only 9 year old girls can. Candice said she was leaving and Emily and I were begging her not to go. She said something about taking care of her dolls and she walked out of the hospital room. She died at 1746 on October 3rd. They thought that Emily and I were next, but a day later both of us were nearly right as rain. We were kept in the hospital for another week, as they couldn’t get our fevers down below 101.0f. After running every test they could think of, and with fervent demands from our parents they sent us home. We didn’t go home, they drove us right to a cemetery and we buried our sister.

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That fever never went away. If you took my temperature right now, it would be somewhere between 101.0 & 102.5. We used to joke that it was Candice keeping us warm and protecting us from getting sick. After that one scare, Emily and I have never had even a case of the sniffles. Seriously.

Emily threw herself into her studies, I threw myself into a pit of anger. Emily and I never fought and we were always thick as you can get, but I was angry at everything else. The weather, the Thai people, the food, the milk, and more than anything I was angry at my parents. I remember my first fight, or at least my first punch. It was on our birthday, I balled up my fist and punched the Prime Ministers son right square between the eyes. He unleashed my wrath by simply asking who that other girl was in our family photos. He didn’t deserve it, but the way I felt after he crumpled to the ground was intoxicating.

Both Emily and I were super robust after the hospital, bruises healed wicked fast, broken bones set quicker, and we were always as strong and fast as kids half again as old as us. Emily did fencing, and archery, I did rugby, futbol, and steeple chase. At age 12 I cut my hair as short as I could and tried out for the boys futbol team. I was so quick and aggressive they let me in, for about a week until somehow my parents found out that I wasn’t wearing that silly hat for fashion, nor was I playing on a girls team. I was grounded for three months. That made me angry.

At 13 I was struggling with my studies, Emily is easily three grades ahead of anyone our age. I have her teach me how to do makeup and that is when I start picking serious fights with the older kids, as I can now cover up black-eyes and bruises. From there I upgraded to random brutes on the street, and then around 14 I am waiting in alleys for idiots to pick fights with me. I came home with a pretty serious broken arm and banged up beyond the ability to conceal, it didn’t help that the local police dropped me off at our front gate. My father had reached his end. He grabbed me by the scruff of his neck, and walked me, or dragged me, a half a mile from our hose. That is when I met Master Ping. I was informed that I was to NEVER speak to mother or Emily about it, or he would send me off to a boarding school in Australia. I never told anyone, until I told Emily on our 21st birthday, and you now. I think the statue of limitations is passed on that promise. I think.

So… Master Ping taught me to turn my anger into control. Muay Boran, which roughly translates into “the nine weapons”. It’s like the grandfather to Muay Thai. That art was likely the thing that saved me from getting stabbed and left to die in an alley. For three years, every day, minus one week during christmas and two days for Canada Day, I spent two hours in the study of a man who defied age. I think he may have been in his late 80’s, maybe early 90s. Master ping told me on day one that if I were ever to fight on HIS streets that he would unleash his wrath upon me. That was one of the very few times I was ever scared in my life. Every day all of the fight and anger that I had was drained out of me while in his studio. I trained with his students, men twice my size and skill. Not once did they ever take it “easy on me”. That was a really good time. Simple. Uncomplicated.

October 4th 1972, we were on a plane back to the motherland. Two 17 year old girls. Done with grade school. I am not actually sure if I passed, but I had a diploma and that was all that mattered. Emily on the other hand was going to be only back in Canada for a short time before heading off to Princeton, mid-term, to continue her studies. This was the first time we were ever apart. That didn’t go very well. My father was in a very well respected and cushy job, my mother was writing her 11th book. My fuse was tempered, but now I had nothing to do. I needed some sport, some activity to keep me busy. I didn’t play hockey and when I tried out for the futbol team I was nearly laughed off the field. One problem that both Emily and I share is that we look easily a single step into our teenage years, I am sure that didn’t help. So looking like I was 13, a high school education, private education mind you, but not really interested in the whole “higher ed” thing, I was listless. I needed to move my body. I got into construction. My parents were not pleased.

From swinging hammers and schlepping wood, I learned to do second story work, and from there I got hooked up with the iron workers. I learned to hot rivet and to weld. I was small enough, agile, and strong as many men, I was a well sought after commodity for any team. I was not in need of it, but I was making a gob-smack ton of money. It sure helped that the only thing that satisfied me was working so hard and long that I fell down at the end of the night into a dreamless, deathlike sleep. I had an apartment above my parents home, which held a single over stuffed chair, a simple bed, 4 books, a phone, and a wireless. It wasn’t like I was trying to live the life of a monk, I just found the only distraction that worked for me was that of labor. When there wasn’t work to be done, I was at the gymnasium, specifically boxing. Western style of boxing. Eh, it’s ok, but not quite as satisfying as a flying knee, or a spinning back elbow.

There was about three years that is nothing but a montage of a young looking girl working along side a crew of iron workers. Bridges, tunnels, skyscrapers. I am not sure, but at some point along the journey, I was no longer a woman, or a girl, but a man among men. Most of the time. There are a few obvious moments, but that isn’t why we are here. The best time over those three years were the three christmas holidays when Emily came back. She was turning into a giant brain of a beautiful woman. She may have been cursed like I was with the baby-face-from-hell, but she had learned to do her hair, apply makeup, wear the right clothes, fake prescription glasses, and ridiculously high heels. She looked like a young woman, I looked like a very well muscled young teenage boy. She stared getting curves, and a butt, and breasts. I had lats, triceps, biceps, and could easily go without a bra most of the time.

For our 21st birthday Emily wanted me to come to visit her, as my gift to her. Our parents were very VERY into making this happen. They bought my ticket and drove me to the airport. It was one of the happiest times of our lives together. She had rented an apartment in Manhattan, and for weeks we did anything that suited our fancy. Part of HER fancy was getting me cleaned up and some respectable clothing. Not once did I feel ashamed or like she was playing dress-up. She knew me and I knew her, the way that only twin sisters can. About three weeks in, I was no longer being confused as her little sister, or brother usually… at dinner with some of her big-brained associates, she pulled me aside as drinks were being ordered. She wanted me to stay with her, more specifically, she wanted me to stay with her to help her with a project.

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You know… At any time in my life, she could have asked me to walk naked into a burring building and I would have run towards the building tearing off my clothes. She would do the same for me. So when she asked me to leave my welding job and my tiny studio above our parents garage to come live in New York City and work with her, it wasn’t a moments of doubt. I immediately said “of course”.

That night she told me all about Freedom 7, Project Mercury, and the Orion Project. Her project, based on the learning from the failings of Nikolai Kibalchich and Stanislaw Ulam. Her project, Project Pleiades, was to take HER into deep space, specifically to Venus and back. She was going to overcome one of the problems of sending a team into space by sending herself into space alone, with a full support team back here on earth. What she wanted us to do was something that would sound crazy to anyone, but perhaps those who have been part of any twin research project. Everyone knows that one of the problems with space communication is the time gap for messages to get to and from, but from what she was suggesting, our old communication method was going to be take care of that gap. In short, she postulated, and proved, that Candice, Emily, and I communicated by thought alone. I know, hard to believe, but its true. I can show you her files, I still have them.

To deal with the issue of weight for supplies, things like oxogen, food, water, bodies, etc, she was going to send herself up in the Pleiades Ship X1, with a full support team on the “crew deck” here on earth, and though our deep communication method, she would have all these experts at her instant beckon call. You get what I am saying? You understand? I would be in a parasympathetic state and would act as the direct line to her brain. They would feed me information and I would relay instantly to her. Fundamentally they were going to be talking to her directly. I would live in Sterope aka X2 while she was on the mission, which was a complete duplicate of the Asterope aka X1. We didn’t know how far our communication could reach, but if at any time we lost communication for more than 10 minutes, she would turn her ship back around and come home.

The short version is that she would fly there, do a bunch of research, grab some samples using mini-suborbital-bots, and fly back. We spent a year training. The launch was perfect, the flight flawless, and the communication method without a glitch. She sent back so much data, I keyed in until my hands cramped beyond all use. When my eyes were closed, I saw the atmosphere of Venus. With my eyes I saw wonders beyond belief. With my eyes I saw the first of the space storms ever seen. I saw the waves of colored light melt away the seals and glass in the X1. I felt my skin burn, and the boils throb with heat. I felt the last of the oxogen drain from my… from her suit. I remember her last breath.

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You have a lighter? Thanks… Yep, these are Emilys. I never smoked before. But in the hospital it was the only thing that calmed me down. They have to be Lucky Strike Unfiltered, and only these. Who smokes these?! Oh, and that thing I was doing with my hair earlier, yeh, that is from Candice. She did that from about age 3. Don’t worry about an ashtray, I can use this can.

So.. yeh.. the hospital. I spent a great six months in the best private ultra secure bedlam’esqe facility that could be had with top secret money. Good news is that I don’t have the nightmares anymore. Emily wanted to get out, she got out as far as any human has ever gone before. She died happy. Can you imagine that. You know that this very next breath is your last and you fucking exhale your last breath with a smile on your face.

So.. yeh.. the hospital. I spent a great six months in the best private ultra secure bedlam’esqe facility that could be had with top secret money. Good news is that I don’t have the nightmares anymore. Emily wanted to get out, she got out as far as any human has ever gone before. She died happy. Can you imagine that. You know that this very next breath is your last and you fucking exhale your last breath with a smile on your face.Back in New York I immediately started to get back into trouble. Maybe it was idle hands. I don’t know. I shouldn’t have stayed in that damn apartment. I thought it would be fun to teach myself to pickpocket on the subway. If it didn’t work then I could usually pop the poor sucker in the nose and make a run for it. I was faster and stronger than ever before.

So.. yeh.. the hospital. I spent a great six months in the best private ultra secure bedlam’esqe facility that could be had with top secret money. Good news is that I don’t have the nightmares anymore. Emily wanted to get out, she got out as far as any human has ever gone before. She died happy. Can you imagine that. You know that this very next breath is your last and you fucking exhale your last breath with a smile on your face.Back in New York I immediately started to get back into trouble. Maybe it was idle hands. I don’t know. I shouldn’t have stayed in that damn apartment. I thought it would be fun to teach myself to pickpocket on the subway. If it didn’t work then I could usually pop the poor sucker in the nose and make a run for it. I was faster and stronger than ever before.That look on your face is perfect. No, I didn’t need the money. I had a wicked savings from welding, I had a big payout from the experiment, I had hush money, and my sister had left me everything. I mean everything. I still have a damn steamer trunk full of the most ridiculously beautiful dresses you can imagine. ANd oh the shoes.

So.. yeh.. the hospital. I spent a great six months in the best private ultra secure bedlam’esqe facility that could be had with top secret money. Good news is that I don’t have the nightmares anymore. Emily wanted to get out, she got out as far as any human has ever gone before. She died happy. Can you imagine that. You know that this very next breath is your last and you fucking exhale your last breath with a smile on your face.Back in New York I immediately started to get back into trouble. Maybe it was idle hands. I don’t know. I shouldn’t have stayed in that damn apartment. I thought it would be fun to teach myself to pickpocket on the subway. If it didn’t work then I could usually pop the poor sucker in the nose and make a run for it. I was faster and stronger than ever before.That look on your face is perfect. No, I didn’t need the money. I had a wicked savings from welding, I had a big payout from the experiment, I had hush money, and my sister had left me everything. I mean everything. I still have a damn steamer trunk full of the most ridiculously beautiful dresses you can imagine. ANd oh the shoes.I got arrested once and the agency got me out, sending a letter from a shrink about my mental state. I proceeded to get really really good, and when I did falter I could 99% of the time outrun who ever and where ever. Until I lifted an undercover cop, and you can’t out run a radio. So yep, I got arrested a second time, no charges then either, father did some political magic and he and mother were waiting for me at the apartment when I got back.

So.. yeh.. the hospital. I spent a great six months in the best private ultra secure bedlam’esqe facility that could be had with top secret money. Good news is that I don’t have the nightmares anymore. Emily wanted to get out, she got out as far as any human has ever gone before. She died happy. Can you imagine that. You know that this very next breath is your last and you fucking exhale your last breath with a smile on your face.Back in New York I immediately started to get back into trouble. Maybe it was idle hands. I don’t know. I shouldn’t have stayed in that damn apartment. I thought it would be fun to teach myself to pickpocket on the subway. If it didn’t work then I could usually pop the poor sucker in the nose and make a run for it. I was faster and stronger than ever before.That look on your face is perfect. No, I didn’t need the money. I had a wicked savings from welding, I had a big payout from the experiment, I had hush money, and my sister had left me everything. I mean everything. I still have a damn steamer trunk full of the most ridiculously beautiful dresses you can imagine. ANd oh the shoes.I got arrested once and the agency got me out, sending a letter from a shrink about my mental state. I proceeded to get really really good, and when I did falter I could 99% of the time outrun who ever and where ever. Until I lifted an undercover cop, and you can’t out run a radio. So yep, I got arrested a second time, no charges then either, father did some political magic and he and mother were waiting for me at the apartment when I got back.I wasn’t angry at them any more. Hadn’t been in years. All I remember was Father telling me that “Mother can’t take loosing another daughter”. And he was right.

So.. yeh.. the hospital. I spent a great six months in the best private ultra secure bedlam’esqe facility that could be had with top secret money. Good news is that I don’t have the nightmares anymore. Emily wanted to get out, she got out as far as any human has ever gone before. She died happy. Can you imagine that. You know that this very next breath is your last and you fucking exhale your last breath with a smile on your face.Back in New York I immediately started to get back into trouble. Maybe it was idle hands. I don’t know. I shouldn’t have stayed in that damn apartment. I thought it would be fun to teach myself to pickpocket on the subway. If it didn’t work then I could usually pop the poor sucker in the nose and make a run for it. I was faster and stronger than ever before.That look on your face is perfect. No, I didn’t need the money. I had a wicked savings from welding, I had a big payout from the experiment, I had hush money, and my sister had left me everything. I mean everything. I still have a damn steamer trunk full of the most ridiculously beautiful dresses you can imagine. ANd oh the shoes.I got arrested once and the agency got me out, sending a letter from a shrink about my mental state. I proceeded to get really really good, and when I did falter I could 99% of the time outrun who ever and where ever. Until I lifted an undercover cop, and you can’t out run a radio. So yep, I got arrested a second time, no charges then either, father did some political magic and he and mother were waiting for me at the apartment when I got back.I wasn’t angry at them any more. Hadn’t been in years. All I remember was Father telling me that “Mother can’t take loosing another daughter”. And he was right.In the month I had sold our, I mean MY apartment and everything in it. I packed up a few bags, shipped two trunks, and drove out west in my lemon yellow 63 MGB Hagerty. Highway 90 to Boston, Highway 20 to Chicago. Route 66 to Santa Monica. Super easy and a really good time. It wasn’t the Summer of Love, but I am sure I broke a few hearts along the way.

So.. yeh.. the hospital. I spent a great six months in the best private ultra secure bedlam’esqe facility that could be had with top secret money. Good news is that I don’t have the nightmares anymore. Emily wanted to get out, she got out as far as any human has ever gone before. She died happy. Can you imagine that. You know that this very next breath is your last and you fucking exhale your last breath with a smile on your face.Back in New York I immediately started to get back into trouble. Maybe it was idle hands. I don’t know. I shouldn’t have stayed in that damn apartment. I thought it would be fun to teach myself to pickpocket on the subway. If it didn’t work then I could usually pop the poor sucker in the nose and make a run for it. I was faster and stronger than ever before.That look on your face is perfect. No, I didn’t need the money. I had a wicked savings from welding, I had a big payout from the experiment, I had hush money, and my sister had left me everything. I mean everything. I still have a damn steamer trunk full of the most ridiculously beautiful dresses you can imagine. ANd oh the shoes.I got arrested once and the agency got me out, sending a letter from a shrink about my mental state. I proceeded to get really really good, and when I did falter I could 99% of the time outrun who ever and where ever. Until I lifted an undercover cop, and you can’t out run a radio. So yep, I got arrested a second time, no charges then either, father did some political magic and he and mother were waiting for me at the apartment when I got back.I wasn’t angry at them any more. Hadn’t been in years. All I remember was Father telling me that “Mother can’t take loosing another daughter”. And he was right.In the month I had sold our, I mean MY apartment and everything in it. I packed up a few bags, shipped two trunks, and drove out west in my lemon yellow 63 MGB Hagerty. Highway 90 to Boston, Highway 20 to Chicago. Route 66 to Santa Monica. Super easy and a really good time. It wasn’t the Summer of Love, but I am sure I broke a few hearts along the way.I lived out of my car, on the beach for about a week. Then I moved into the Georgian Hotel. Man, I loved that place. It was good time to be on the beach. I used to run with Carl Luis, I rolled around in the surf with James Field… Oh! No no… Not that kind of roll around, the bruised and punchy kind of roll around. That time in the sun was the best time to heal for me. It was also when the strange things we talked about started happening..

So.. yeh.. the hospital. I spent a great six months in the best private ultra secure bedlam’esqe facility that could be had with top secret money. Good news is that I don’t have the nightmares anymore. Emily wanted to get out, she got out as far as any human has ever gone before. She died happy. Can you imagine that. You know that this very next breath is your last and you fucking exhale your last breath with a smile on your face.Back in New York I immediately started to get back into trouble. Maybe it was idle hands. I don’t know. I shouldn’t have stayed in that damn apartment. I thought it would be fun to teach myself to pickpocket on the subway. If it didn’t work then I could usually pop the poor sucker in the nose and make a run for it. I was faster and stronger than ever before.That look on your face is perfect. No, I didn’t need the money. I had a wicked savings from welding, I had a big payout from the experiment, I had hush money, and my sister had left me everything. I mean everything. I still have a damn steamer trunk full of the most ridiculously beautiful dresses you can imagine. ANd oh the shoes.I got arrested once and the agency got me out, sending a letter from a shrink about my mental state. I proceeded to get really really good, and when I did falter I could 99% of the time outrun who ever and where ever. Until I lifted an undercover cop, and you can’t out run a radio. So yep, I got arrested a second time, no charges then either, father did some political magic and he and mother were waiting for me at the apartment when I got back.I wasn’t angry at them any more. Hadn’t been in years. All I remember was Father telling me that “Mother can’t take loosing another daughter”. And he was right.In the month I had sold our, I mean MY apartment and everything in it. I packed up a few bags, shipped two trunks, and drove out west in my lemon yellow 63 MGB Hagerty. Highway 90 to Boston, Highway 20 to Chicago. Route 66 to Santa Monica. Super easy and a really good time. It wasn’t the Summer of Love, but I am sure I broke a few hearts along the way.I lived out of my car, on the beach for about a week. Then I moved into the Georgian Hotel. Man, I loved that place. It was good time to be on the beach. I used to run with Carl Luis, I rolled around in the surf with James Field… Oh! No no… Not that kind of roll around, the bruised and punchy kind of roll around. That time in the sun was the best time to heal for me. It was also when the strange things we talked about started happening..Oh? You want… ok.

So.. yeh.. the hospital. I spent a great six months in the best private ultra secure bedlam’esqe facility that could be had with top secret money. Good news is that I don’t have the nightmares anymore. Emily wanted to get out, she got out as far as any human has ever gone before. She died happy. Can you imagine that. You know that this very next breath is your last and you fucking exhale your last breath with a smile on your face.Back in New York I immediately started to get back into trouble. Maybe it was idle hands. I don’t know. I shouldn’t have stayed in that damn apartment. I thought it would be fun to teach myself to pickpocket on the subway. If it didn’t work then I could usually pop the poor sucker in the nose and make a run for it. I was faster and stronger than ever before.That look on your face is perfect. No, I didn’t need the money. I had a wicked savings from welding, I had a big payout from the experiment, I had hush money, and my sister had left me everything. I mean everything. I still have a damn steamer trunk full of the most ridiculously beautiful dresses you can imagine. ANd oh the shoes.I got arrested once and the agency got me out, sending a letter from a shrink about my mental state. I proceeded to get really really good, and when I did falter I could 99% of the time outrun who ever and where ever. Until I lifted an undercover cop, and you can’t out run a radio. So yep, I got arrested a second time, no charges then either, father did some political magic and he and mother were waiting for me at the apartment when I got back.I wasn’t angry at them any more. Hadn’t been in years. All I remember was Father telling me that “Mother can’t take loosing another daughter”. And he was right.In the month I had sold our, I mean MY apartment and everything in it. I packed up a few bags, shipped two trunks, and drove out west in my lemon yellow 63 MGB Hagerty. Highway 90 to Boston, Highway 20 to Chicago. Route 66 to Santa Monica. Super easy and a really good time. It wasn’t the Summer of Love, but I am sure I broke a few hearts along the way.I lived out of my car, on the beach for about a week. Then I moved into the Georgian Hotel. Man, I loved that place. It was good time to be on the beach. I used to run with Carl Luis, I rolled around in the surf with James Field… Oh! No no… Not that kind of roll around, the bruised and punchy kind of roll around. That time in the sun was the best time to heal for me. It was also when the strange things we talked about started happening..Oh? You want… ok.So last we left our heroes… I woke up in my hotel, floating above my bed. Not flying, nope nothing cool like that. Just weightless. This was when I started to notice that the flowers in my room would die overnight. I was rescued by a life guard because he thought I had drowned, because I was underwater for “like for EVER man”… which led me to find that I can hold my breath for a really really long time. Like I said before, I have always been wicked strong, but now even more so. I could keep pace with the fastest of the runners on the beach and not break a sweat. I quickly learned to NEVER run FASTER than them, lest you draw unwanted attention. I have never had a cold, had a case of the clap, or really suffered from aches an pains for more than a day or two.

So.. yeh.. the hospital. I spent a great six months in the best private ultra secure bedlam’esqe facility that could be had with top secret money. Good news is that I don’t have the nightmares anymore. Emily wanted to get out, she got out as far as any human has ever gone before. She died happy. Can you imagine that. You know that this very next breath is your last and you fucking exhale your last breath with a smile on your face.Back in New York I immediately started to get back into trouble. Maybe it was idle hands. I don’t know. I shouldn’t have stayed in that damn apartment. I thought it would be fun to teach myself to pickpocket on the subway. If it didn’t work then I could usually pop the poor sucker in the nose and make a run for it. I was faster and stronger than ever before.That look on your face is perfect. No, I didn’t need the money. I had a wicked savings from welding, I had a big payout from the experiment, I had hush money, and my sister had left me everything. I mean everything. I still have a damn steamer trunk full of the most ridiculously beautiful dresses you can imagine. ANd oh the shoes.I got arrested once and the agency got me out, sending a letter from a shrink about my mental state. I proceeded to get really really good, and when I did falter I could 99% of the time outrun who ever and where ever. Until I lifted an undercover cop, and you can’t out run a radio. So yep, I got arrested a second time, no charges then either, father did some political magic and he and mother were waiting for me at the apartment when I got back.I wasn’t angry at them any more. Hadn’t been in years. All I remember was Father telling me that “Mother can’t take loosing another daughter”. And he was right.In the month I had sold our, I mean MY apartment and everything in it. I packed up a few bags, shipped two trunks, and drove out west in my lemon yellow 63 MGB Hagerty. Highway 90 to Boston, Highway 20 to Chicago. Route 66 to Santa Monica. Super easy and a really good time. It wasn’t the Summer of Love, but I am sure I broke a few hearts along the way.I lived out of my car, on the beach for about a week. Then I moved into the Georgian Hotel. Man, I loved that place. It was good time to be on the beach. I used to run with Carl Luis, I rolled around in the surf with James Field… Oh! No no… Not that kind of roll around, the bruised and punchy kind of roll around. That time in the sun was the best time to heal for me. It was also when the strange things we talked about started happening..Oh? You want… ok.So last we left our heroes… I woke up in my hotel, floating above my bed. Not flying, nope nothing cool like that. Just weightless. This was when I started to notice that the flowers in my room would die overnight. I was rescued by a life guard because he thought I had drowned, because I was underwater for “like for EVER man”… which led me to find that I can hold my breath for a really really long time. Like I said before, I have always been wicked strong, but now even more so. I could keep pace with the fastest of the runners on the beach and not break a sweat. I quickly learned to NEVER run FASTER than them, lest you draw unwanted attention. I have never had a cold, had a case of the clap, or really suffered from aches an pains for more than a day or two.>>>> SUBJECT IS SILENT FOR 38seconds

So.. yeh.. the hospital. I spent a great six months in the best private ultra secure bedlam’esqe facility that could be had with top secret money. Good news is that I don’t have the nightmares anymore. Emily wanted to get out, she got out as far as any human has ever gone before. She died happy. Can you imagine that. You know that this very next breath is your last and you fucking exhale your last breath with a smile on your face.Back in New York I immediately started to get back into trouble. Maybe it was idle hands. I don’t know. I shouldn’t have stayed in that damn apartment. I thought it would be fun to teach myself to pickpocket on the subway. If it didn’t work then I could usually pop the poor sucker in the nose and make a run for it. I was faster and stronger than ever before.That look on your face is perfect. No, I didn’t need the money. I had a wicked savings from welding, I had a big payout from the experiment, I had hush money, and my sister had left me everything. I mean everything. I still have a damn steamer trunk full of the most ridiculously beautiful dresses you can imagine. ANd oh the shoes.I got arrested once and the agency got me out, sending a letter from a shrink about my mental state. I proceeded to get really really good, and when I did falter I could 99% of the time outrun who ever and where ever. Until I lifted an undercover cop, and you can’t out run a radio. So yep, I got arrested a second time, no charges then either, father did some political magic and he and mother were waiting for me at the apartment when I got back.I wasn’t angry at them any more. Hadn’t been in years. All I remember was Father telling me that “Mother can’t take loosing another daughter”. And he was right.In the month I had sold our, I mean MY apartment and everything in it. I packed up a few bags, shipped two trunks, and drove out west in my lemon yellow 63 MGB Hagerty. Highway 90 to Boston, Highway 20 to Chicago. Route 66 to Santa Monica. Super easy and a really good time. It wasn’t the Summer of Love, but I am sure I broke a few hearts along the way.I lived out of my car, on the beach for about a week. Then I moved into the Georgian Hotel. Man, I loved that place. It was good time to be on the beach. I used to run with Carl Luis, I rolled around in the surf with James Field… Oh! No no… Not that kind of roll around, the bruised and punchy kind of roll around. That time in the sun was the best time to heal for me. It was also when the strange things we talked about started happening..Oh? You want… ok.So last we left our heroes… I woke up in my hotel, floating above my bed. Not flying, nope nothing cool like that. Just weightless. This was when I started to notice that the flowers in my room would die overnight. I was rescued by a life guard because he thought I had drowned, because I was underwater for “like for EVER man”… which led me to find that I can hold my breath for a really really long time. Like I said before, I have always been wicked strong, but now even more so. I could keep pace with the fastest of the runners on the beach and not break a sweat. I quickly learned to NEVER run FASTER than them, lest you draw unwanted attention. I have never had a cold, had a case of the clap, or really suffered from aches an pains for more than a day or two.>>>> SUBJECT IS SILENT FOR 38secondsI uh.. I can’t really have stay over guest. No sleep overs. They have to go home after we are done playing. When there is prolonged restful cuddling, I .. well, they don’t look so great in the morning. They kind of look like an uncooked chicken that has been in the fridge for two weeks. Not pretty. So yeh. I don’t know what that is about. But HEY! I can read a book in the dark. No seriously. Fun party trick right? I don’t ever really get cold, but that might be cuz I am always hungry. I eat like a teenage boy. It’s crazy how much I stuff in this face.

So.. yeh.. the hospital. I spent a great six months in the best private ultra secure bedlam’esqe facility that could be had with top secret money. Good news is that I don’t have the nightmares anymore. Emily wanted to get out, she got out as far as any human has ever gone before. She died happy. Can you imagine that. You know that this very next breath is your last and you fucking exhale your last breath with a smile on your face.Back in New York I immediately started to get back into trouble. Maybe it was idle hands. I don’t know. I shouldn’t have stayed in that damn apartment. I thought it would be fun to teach myself to pickpocket on the subway. If it didn’t work then I could usually pop the poor sucker in the nose and make a run for it. I was faster and stronger than ever before.That look on your face is perfect. No, I didn’t need the money. I had a wicked savings from welding, I had a big payout from the experiment, I had hush money, and my sister had left me everything. I mean everything. I still have a damn steamer trunk full of the most ridiculously beautiful dresses you can imagine. ANd oh the shoes.I got arrested once and the agency got me out, sending a letter from a shrink about my mental state. I proceeded to get really really good, and when I did falter I could 99% of the time outrun who ever and where ever. Until I lifted an undercover cop, and you can’t out run a radio. So yep, I got arrested a second time, no charges then either, father did some political magic and he and mother were waiting for me at the apartment when I got back.I wasn’t angry at them any more. Hadn’t been in years. All I remember was Father telling me that “Mother can’t take loosing another daughter”. And he was right.In the month I had sold our, I mean MY apartment and everything in it. I packed up a few bags, shipped two trunks, and drove out west in my lemon yellow 63 MGB Hagerty. Highway 90 to Boston, Highway 20 to Chicago. Route 66 to Santa Monica. Super easy and a really good time. It wasn’t the Summer of Love, but I am sure I broke a few hearts along the way.I lived out of my car, on the beach for about a week. Then I moved into the Georgian Hotel. Man, I loved that place. It was good time to be on the beach. I used to run with Carl Luis, I rolled around in the surf with James Field… Oh! No no… Not that kind of roll around, the bruised and punchy kind of roll around. That time in the sun was the best time to heal for me. It was also when the strange things we talked about started happening..Oh? You want… ok.So last we left our heroes… I woke up in my hotel, floating above my bed. Not flying, nope nothing cool like that. Just weightless. This was when I started to notice that the flowers in my room would die overnight. I was rescued by a life guard because he thought I had drowned, because I was underwater for “like for EVER man”… which led me to find that I can hold my breath for a really really long time. Like I said before, I have always been wicked strong, but now even more so. I could keep pace with the fastest of the runners on the beach and not break a sweat. I quickly learned to NEVER run FASTER than them, lest you draw unwanted attention. I have never had a cold, had a case of the clap, or really suffered from aches an pains for more than a day or two.>>>> SUBJECT IS SILENT FOR 38secondsI uh.. I can’t really have stay over guest. No sleep overs. They have to go home after we are done playing. When there is prolonged restful cuddling, I .. well, they don’t look so great in the morning. They kind of look like an uncooked chicken that has been in the fridge for two weeks. Not pretty. So yeh. I don’t know what that is about. But HEY! I can read a book in the dark. No seriously. Fun party trick right? I don’t ever really get cold, but that might be cuz I am always hungry. I eat like a teenage boy. It’s crazy how much I stuff in this face.I can also make my own ice cubes.. I mean like I can do this thing when I really concentrate that is wicked cold. Like negative 451 Fahrenheit cold. Which is a recent thing, which is why I tracked you guys down… Or did you find me? Seriously, did you.. oh, you arent’ going to answer and you are just going to keep pointing to the mic. Ok Mr and Ms Charm. Got it.

SO….. can I borrow that lighter again. Thanks.

After about a year I packed up the Lemon again and drove here. I bought a really nice apartment complex near downtown. I live there, have work out space in the basement. Not really a dojo, but you know. Members only kind of thing. I pay some dude to be the landlord and maintenance guy. It’s a pretty sweet deal. Not making a ton of money, but… well… It’s called the Seven Sisters Apartments. After the Pleiades. Yeh, you get it.

I divide my days between being at the dojo, in my private gym, and working at the two bars I bar tend at. Not what I would have thought I would be doing, but I started as a doorman bouncer kind of gal and realized there was more money to be had with this face, these two perky ladies, and a low cut top. I barely look like I am 21, which doesn’t suck. I don’t need the money, but it keeps me out of trouble. Once in a while there are a few cute now-and-agains that I take to one of the nicer hotels on occasion. They stay, get a nice breakfast alone when they wake up, and I walk home once we are done and they fall asleep. No fuss. No muss. Not complicated.

Wellllllll….. That’s it. That’s all I got.

SO when do we start?

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