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First Shield: A lack of unstable molecules...[Action/Voice]

[Action]

[Early in the evening of July 9th, Susan Richards wakes up in a very, very strange place, an unfamiliar couch. In YOUR living room. She blinks and looks around, extremely confused. When this strange, blond woman sees you...her eyes go wide she disappears, clothes and all. Astute listeners may hear the sounds of her feet as she gets up and moves away from you and the couch.]

Wha! What on Earth?! WHO are you and WHERE am I?

[Susan's voice is pretty demanding for an invisible person who just woke up in your house, and it seems to be coming from all around you, her powers distorting it.

Maybe you could help talk some sense into her? Explain the situation? Perhaps you're feeling pretty mad? Break time, go nuts! This isn't locked to anyone!]

Voice

[Much, much later, Susan's voice will appear over the journal after she's collected herself and gotten out of whoever's house she wound up in]

Hello everyone. This is Susan Richards of the Fantastic Four. If there are any members of the Fantastic Four, the Avengers, the X-Men, or even anyone that just recognizes my name I would appreciate it if you would get in touch with me. Hell, even if you are just feeling helpful and are willing to share information, I'd really appreciate it. I've just arrived and I need help getting my bearings. I don't want to impose, but I really need some answers.

Also, if anyone comes across a blue jumpsuit with a 4 on it, I'd ask that they not touch it, its made of highly unstable molecules that can react oddly to anyone that isn't me.

[Her voice isn't terribly upset, more confused. Its not like she's never woken up in strange places or been in rough situations alone before. Thats...sort of what the Fantastic Four do!]

(OOC: Feel free to break time with the action portion of the post! I've got nobody in particular who needs to find her so she can wake up in anyone's living room that wants an Invisible Woman)

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Oh, hell.

I'd been expecting some sort of attack, but this wasn't quite what I had in mind. Still, with a barely audible whisper- "Riflettum"- I was able to conjure a shield and hold it together.

Unfortunately, there was still nothing anchoring me in place, so I bounded across the room in my protective bubble. I'd learned how to take that kind of abuse due to hard experience in the Deeps beneath Chateau Raeth, but it still wasn't fun, and it still disrupted my veil, at least momentarily. I was able to call it over myself again before she could follow it up, thankfully.

This lady, however, was starting to piss me off.

[Susan saw, at least briefly, a flicker of Harry as the veil broke. Not long, but enough to give her a general idea of where to keep attacking. Some sort of shield spell? She felt that, when her shockwave had hit his shield.

Still, she wasn't about to let up. This time she created a large, flat, tensile surface...like a spongy wall and cast it out in the general vicinity she had felt her shield connect with his. A little trick she'd learned from Reed. It would engulf him in bubble that she could harden into a prison if he didn't find a way out...]

Okay, this time there was no big dramatic effect... but I did feel power. Large quantities of it, moving toward me.

I stretched out with my senses... but this didn't feel like the rushes of power she'd used before. It felt softer, more pliable. A force field of some kind, maybe?

Well. Nothing for it, she was going to hit me anyway. I dropped the shield and the veil, and levelled my hand, shouting "Forzare!"

A wave of pure force drove across the room. She was still invisible, so I couldn't aim, but this thing was broad enough and unfocused enough- thanks to the lack of a blasting rod- that it was just as likely to hit her anyway- assuming this force field didn't stop it.

[The force field did stop it. Sort of. The rubbery texture bowed inward and wrapped around Harry's field like paper around a rock. Sue didn't allow it to solidify, so a spongy mass of invisible energy sort of globbed itself at a wall, harmlessly breaking apart.]

And I see you now. Game over.

[A force cage springs to life around Harry, binding his arms, legs, and mouth.]

No more of that. Lets stop before you get hurt.

[Her face becomes visible, over near the door. Annoyed, but not angry anymore. She's fairly sure you're some sort of mage and if you work anything like Stephen Strange then she's locked you down for the moment.]

Now, lets start again. I'm Susan Richards of the Fantastic Four. When I let you loose, you are going to tell me where the hell I am, how the hell I got here, and why the hell I'm not at home. Make one false move and I'll make a force-field in your small intestine. Blink once if you understand.

Edited 2012-07-11 19:05 (UTC)

She had me. Dammit. My arms, my legs, my mouth.

Well, hell. I could still cast without my mouth. It would give me a bitch of a migraine, but I could do it. I gathered my will, preparing to throw a fireball at the door, where-

Oh, hell.

Susan Richards of the- Oh, hell.

There is no way my luck was this bad.

... Oh, who am I kidding? Every single moment of my life experience has demonstrated my luck to be exactly this bad. I glared daggers at her, but I blinked.

[And the entrapment field drops, Sue returning to view in her New Feather dress with arms crossed. Just in case, another force field is placed between them as a precaution. Invisible, of course.]

Well. Go on.

Okay, it's possible I was glowering a bit as we spoke. She wasn't so damn hostile when she showed up in Spider-Man comics.

"I already told you, you're in another dimension. One where reality tends to shift randomly. This place draws people in from all sorts of universes."

[You try being part of a family that regularly deals with Galactus, Annihilus, or the Skrulls, Harry. Her expression does soften though]

Not your home either, then. Where are you from, Harry?

Oh. Hey. Civility. Civility works for me.

"Chicago. Well, not originally, but for the last decade and a half."

Some other reality then? Not mine, yes?

[Logical leap here. You know the Avengers would've kept tabs on a wizard]

"Uh, yeah. I... have heard a little about yours, though."

Alright. So you know who I am, and who my family is?

"The basics."

... Probably more than the basics, but scary force field lady.

Good enough. Are there others? Johnny, Reed, Ben? Avengers? X-Men? Hell, even Victor.

[Even from other worlds that would be familiar]

"Couple X-Men, couple Avengers. They might not know you, though, they're from..."

I frowned. How best to explain it without making her pop a bubble in my brain?

"... Alternate versions of your world, basically? Different timelines."

Figures. Can't catch a break.

[She pinches her nose in frustration.]

Sorry about all this, Harry. Where I'm from waking up in a parallel reality tends to mean people are trying to kill me. Or Reed's been meddling with the space time continuum again.

... Oh. Well. Hell, that made it a little harder to be mad at her.

"Hey, I get it. At least you didn't wake up on the roof of a building with no roof access."

Though, thinking about it, she could have just made force field stairs, so that's not exactly a devastating disadvantage for her.

[That, at least, gets a chuckle]

You know I can fly, right? Or just smash a hole in the roof?

"... You can fly?"

... Huh. Must have missed that part.

"Yeah, I probably could have put a hole in the roof too, except for all I knew somebody was under me."

Yea, force fields under my feet.

[She shrugs]

So, you're a wizard, right? Like Stephen Strange?

... Oh. That made sense, actually, now that I thought of it.

"... I like to think I'm a little less Dr. Strange and a little more Gandalf."

...But at least she didn't compare me to Harry Potter. I'd have had to try and kill her again, and here we were just starting to be friends.

Gandalf? Hahaha, alright. But you don't have the beard...and Stephen carries himself like you do.

"Typically, wearing a beard just enhances my resemblance to a homeless drug-addict."

When it gets long and grey enough, maybe you can do your wizardly friends proud.

How long've you been here, wherever here is, Harry?

"Yeah, maybe."

I think the number of 'wizardly friends' who were actually older than me numbered about one. Maybe two- Injun Joe wasn't exactly my best bud, but he and I had worked together, he saved my life once or twice, and I really liked the guy.

The rest of the Senior Council could bite me.

"I've been here about four months, now. Couple people have been here for far longer, though. "

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