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ya_assemble2015-04-02 10:20 pm
timeslipping) wrote in ya_assemble2015-04-02 10:20 pm
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[AI] Time Loop
It wasn't supposed to happen again.
Rina had been glad when she'd regained her powers, a good while after being at the epicenter of the power-nullifying bomb of the Dire-wraiths. It had happened not long after the Stamford explosion and after such a horrible thing had happened to her old friends, she'd hoped that having her powers back meant she'd be able to help avert that kind of catastrophe in the future.
Especially since she'd found that, after her powers had finally come back, they worked differently. Some of her visions were preventable. Sometimes the people dying in them could be saved in time, because now, instead of seeing the catastrophe itself, most of them them showed the lead up to something horrible happening rather than the event itself.
Maybe if her powers had come back earlier she would've been able to see a vision of the lead up to the Stamford catastrophe. Then those innocent people wouldn't have been killed by Nitro. Namorita and Night Thrasher and Microbe wouldn't have died.
And Robbie...
She remembered what he looked like on the news, shot on his way to testify at Congress, head shaved, already battered and beaten down with a dead eyed gaze even before the gun fired off. Robbie had always been so light-hearted and cheerful and happy so to see him like that had broken her heart.
Her powers had kicked on right after that, almost like some sort of cosmic insult. Then again maybe it was the action of seeing all that horror that had triggered their return. She'd heard the story about Night Thrasher tossing Rich off a building to reawaken his powers. Maybe just the sight of something she wished with all her heart she could have prevented was what brought them back in the first place.
After that, she'd tried her best to be a good superhero and even saved a few people, until the tide of public opinion had turned against the New Warriors. Being chased by a mob once was enough for her to cave and register, where she was worked into on of the Initiative teams. Soon practice and superheroing had consumed her life, leaving no room for things like finishing college - not that they'd let her stay in the city anyway since they had total control over where they were all shifted to.
But then the SRA had been repealed and the Crisis had happened and she'd been one of the lucky few to fall back early. She'd helped where she could, followed the visions to save the people in them. She'd re-enrolled in college. Then the rest of the heroes had returned. Only a few of them had been her friends. Justice. Nova (until he'd gone back up into space again.) She hadn't thought to join the Defenders because she knew she really couldn't balance school with being a full-time superhero like that.
She hadn't paid attention to Ricochet at first. He seemed like just another innocuous hero that'd sprung up or maybe an old hero she hadn't heard of, or someone taking on an old hero's identity.
But then she'd had the vision. It had happened again and she knew she had to stop it. Especially after already seeing him sprawled out on the ground, bleeding like that before in the news. History was trying to repeat itself for a third time, only this time maybe she could actually stop it.
It wasn't supposed to happen again but if she didn't warn him it was going to.
After recovering from her fainting spell after the vision, she'd taken a cab to get to Defenders tower and when it'd gotten caught up in traffic, she'd paid the driver, gotten out, and used her powers to run ten blocks at relative superspeed in the rain.
"Welcome to Defenders Tower. I am the tower's automated receptionist," said the robot receptionist at the front desk, jokingly named Doris by many of the Defenders. "May I have your name, please? And if you have an appointment, the time and who your appointment is with?"
"My name is Rina Patel. I go by the superhero name Timeslip," she said, arms wrapped around herself. She was out of breath, exhausted, and shivering. Her long black hair was plastered to her face and her sweater was soaked through. She looked around to make sure no one else was there in the lobby before speaking.
"I need to see Robbie Baldwin. It's very important. His life is in danger."
"I'm sorry, there is no one named Robbie Baldwin on the premises. If you have an appointment, may I have the time and who your appointment is with, please?"
"I know he's here! Look, I'm a New Warrior, one of his old teammates. I need to speak to him right away!"
I'm sorry, there is no one named Robbie Baldwin on the premises."
"Then let me talk to Ricochet or whatever name he's going by now!"
"One moment please."
Rina had been glad when she'd regained her powers, a good while after being at the epicenter of the power-nullifying bomb of the Dire-wraiths. It had happened not long after the Stamford explosion and after such a horrible thing had happened to her old friends, she'd hoped that having her powers back meant she'd be able to help avert that kind of catastrophe in the future.
Especially since she'd found that, after her powers had finally come back, they worked differently. Some of her visions were preventable. Sometimes the people dying in them could be saved in time, because now, instead of seeing the catastrophe itself, most of them them showed the lead up to something horrible happening rather than the event itself.
Maybe if her powers had come back earlier she would've been able to see a vision of the lead up to the Stamford catastrophe. Then those innocent people wouldn't have been killed by Nitro. Namorita and Night Thrasher and Microbe wouldn't have died.
And Robbie...
She remembered what he looked like on the news, shot on his way to testify at Congress, head shaved, already battered and beaten down with a dead eyed gaze even before the gun fired off. Robbie had always been so light-hearted and cheerful and happy so to see him like that had broken her heart.
Her powers had kicked on right after that, almost like some sort of cosmic insult. Then again maybe it was the action of seeing all that horror that had triggered their return. She'd heard the story about Night Thrasher tossing Rich off a building to reawaken his powers. Maybe just the sight of something she wished with all her heart she could have prevented was what brought them back in the first place.
After that, she'd tried her best to be a good superhero and even saved a few people, until the tide of public opinion had turned against the New Warriors. Being chased by a mob once was enough for her to cave and register, where she was worked into on of the Initiative teams. Soon practice and superheroing had consumed her life, leaving no room for things like finishing college - not that they'd let her stay in the city anyway since they had total control over where they were all shifted to.
But then the SRA had been repealed and the Crisis had happened and she'd been one of the lucky few to fall back early. She'd helped where she could, followed the visions to save the people in them. She'd re-enrolled in college. Then the rest of the heroes had returned. Only a few of them had been her friends. Justice. Nova (until he'd gone back up into space again.) She hadn't thought to join the Defenders because she knew she really couldn't balance school with being a full-time superhero like that.
She hadn't paid attention to Ricochet at first. He seemed like just another innocuous hero that'd sprung up or maybe an old hero she hadn't heard of, or someone taking on an old hero's identity.
But then she'd had the vision. It had happened again and she knew she had to stop it. Especially after already seeing him sprawled out on the ground, bleeding like that before in the news. History was trying to repeat itself for a third time, only this time maybe she could actually stop it.
It wasn't supposed to happen again but if she didn't warn him it was going to.
After recovering from her fainting spell after the vision, she'd taken a cab to get to Defenders tower and when it'd gotten caught up in traffic, she'd paid the driver, gotten out, and used her powers to run ten blocks at relative superspeed in the rain.
"Welcome to Defenders Tower. I am the tower's automated receptionist," said the robot receptionist at the front desk, jokingly named Doris by many of the Defenders. "May I have your name, please? And if you have an appointment, the time and who your appointment is with?"
"My name is Rina Patel. I go by the superhero name Timeslip," she said, arms wrapped around herself. She was out of breath, exhausted, and shivering. Her long black hair was plastered to her face and her sweater was soaked through. She looked around to make sure no one else was there in the lobby before speaking.
"I need to see Robbie Baldwin. It's very important. His life is in danger."
"I'm sorry, there is no one named Robbie Baldwin on the premises. If you have an appointment, may I have the time and who your appointment is with, please?"
"I know he's here! Look, I'm a New Warrior, one of his old teammates. I need to speak to him right away!"
I'm sorry, there is no one named Robbie Baldwin on the premises."
"Then let me talk to Ricochet or whatever name he's going by now!"
"One moment please."