12928/Asteroid Talk

Asteroid Talk
Date of Scene:	30 September 2022
Location:	Earth Orbit
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Blackagar Boltagon, Daisy Johnson

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Blackagar Boltagon has posed:
It had been a long time coming. Slipping away from Earth, slipping away from the Moon even, and finding a nice deserted Asteroid out amongst the belt for a conversation that was well overdue. That and some substantial training.

Blackagar was fortunate to have the ability to create a space of energy about himself to protect him from the vacuum of space, but naturally, Attilan has access to technologies allowing others to travel a bit more freely in space than an encumbering Earth spacesuit, a device of which was lent to Daisy for the purposes of the trip. Flying the two of them through the emptiness, settling down on the asteroid, Blackagar had been overwhelmingly quiet (even for him) until they arrived.

The asteroid was barren, a large one in the belt. Steep peaks with deep crags that are illuminated by the sun behind them. The silence remains for a few minutes further until Blackagar speaks, his hands move and his voice almost seems to press into mental existence. <<How have you been, Luna?>>

Daisy Johnson has posed:
'For the purposes of this trip'

"So ..., what are the chances I get to keep this suit?" Give it to Daisy to at least try and get some Attilan tech but then again this *was* a rather comfortable suit, near skin-tight, lots of freedom of movement and no big helmet. This is a wicked sweet suit! (Something she had made sure to remind the King in their trip too). And while Blackagar was keeping himself silent it was up to Daisy to fill the void by commenting on the various asteroids they went by.

Yet even after a while of that full silent treatment she had gone quiet as well, simply enjoying the trip for what it was, even if she knows this training would be no easy thing to get through. But indeed it had been a long time coming.

The question comes as a bit of a surprise but then she mmmms, a minute going by without she answering right ahead, "I am not sure." she answers honestly. "I have been happy, won't contest that but .., there's something missing. It's been like so ever since I found out about my- our people." she lifts her shoulders in a brief shrug. "Ever felt anything like that?"

Blackagar Boltagon has posed:
<<Of course,>> Blackagar affirms when Daisy reveals her true feelings about the sense of absence. <<I believe it is a universal constant, at least from what I've experienced.>> The tonality of his words is far from 'Kingly', then again he rarely does adopt such tones. He often is rather relaxed when not dealing with stately affairs. <<But I would ask you, if your sense of missing can be more specific. Do you feel a grand sense of incompleteness? A personal one?>> There's a pause, a small smile plays on his lips as he turns and glances at Daisy aside, <<I did not bring you here for a mental health check, but it is important.>>

With that he does gesture around them, <<There is nothing here that can be harmed, nothing that can be hurt. For Inumans, for those like us in particular, we are constantly in a state of restraint. Fearful of what we are capable of, so we limit what we can do. Tell me, Daisy, have you ever lost control?>>

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"I am not talking of that feeling of always needing more. That's human nature, right? The ambition to reach out for more, never being satisfied." Daisy murmurs, wrapping her arms together as she looks around the rather barren asteroid. Not much of a view. Can't even see the earth from here though it does hit her on how far they are from where she was once just a simple hacker trying to discover more about her parents.

"It's ..., yes. That. the incompleteness. I can't really put my finger on it, I thought I would feel whole once I found my mother again, which I did but it has only made the gap grow. Not towards her but the feeling of something being amiss."

Dark eyes continue to roam the place, "I couldn't control my powers when they manifested. I know that fear well. It took me a long time until I could manage them." she looks thoughtful a moment, "After I finally learned to control them.., there's perhaps been a couple of times in which I let go of restraint but .." she trails off and lifts her shoulders in a shrug.

Blackagar Boltagon has posed:
<<Did your mother tell you of our history? The Inhumans that is? Where do we come from?>> Blackagar asks it rather casually in tone, his mental voice still sounding patient. He steps around, if air reflected sound the crunch of the asteroid rocks beneath his boots would certainly be present, but instead, the emptiness around them is silent.

<<When I first arrived to visit Earth, to see if it was ready to know of our existence, one of the things I observed was a fire. A building, burning. And the firemen arrived with their truck, attached the hose, and collectively turned it on the building. The pressure of the water in the hose was immense. I found myself feeling... much like that water hose.>> Not like the firemen?

<<You, like me Luna, have a great deal of power that we keep in check. Restraint, as you say. Losing control could bring devastation and hurt to those around us, something that cannot occur. However, the time is coming when the limits of what can be done will be tested. And if not ready, that destruction will arrive in a different form.>> Blackagar motions around them, <<Here, there is none that can be harmed, so the question becomes are you willing to allow yourself the freedom to see your capabilities?>>

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"Admittedly, not a lot. My mother has a romanticized view of it, but she has also lived for quite a few years. I know we came from the stars, or at least.." Daisy opens her arms to the side, "What makes us what we are did. It's hard to tell fiction from reality, but then again maybe it all has a bit of real to it." a faint smile comes to her lips. "What we -can- do is pretty real at least."

She listens to the story for a few moments, lips jerked to the side in thought and she testing a little walk around the asteroid too. No sound. Barely any feeling of vibration. It all feels very barren indeed, more than the usual for her, "You felt like a vessel for someone else's wishes?" that has her thinking a bit.

And then Blackagar is talking of destruction? That has her brows furrow in thought. "I feel you know more on what is to happen than you are letting on..." not that she presses much instead nodding.

"I am ready to do what I need for the people I care for." Her tone firm.

Blackagar Boltagon has posed:
<<Fiction is a way for people to cope with truths in some cases. Our people are very old. /Very/ old.>> Blackagar tells Daisy while he walks towards a nearby rock and casually sits down. <<We are the results of an experiment by an alien species called the Kree. We were meant to be weapons. And the truth is, there are many prophecies among our people about what is to come. How many of them I personally believe? That sometimes depends on the day. What I do know, is if you had designed a weapon, would you not return one day to claim it?>>

Folding his hands, he looks at the woman and nods, <<The fiction that many on Earth know is because it is needed. Inhumans on Earth do not know their history. Afterlife was the transition to those that could move past the fiction; what we discovered? Many could not. And that is alright. Understanding the grander plan of life is a challenge. What is to happen, in specifics, I do not know. But I have no doubt in my heart that the Kree will return for us. And that we must be ready.>>

That leads him to move with his hand to the space around them, <<Which is why we are here. I wish to see what /you/ are capable of. No restrictions. Nothing to hold you back. I wish to see you let loose your power, to its fullest, in this place.>> He gestures towards the tall cliffside a bit away, <<Such as that, could you bring it to destruction?>>

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"Yes.." Daisy presses her lips to a thin line, "My mother told me of being around for a few uh .., centuries." always weird to have a mother that's been alive for way longer, "I will have to show you the jade sword she got me a while back.." her pride and joy! The talk does turn to the more serious though and so does Daisy's demeanor. Weapons? But she doesn't seem too surprised. "I have heard of those. The Kree. But weapons for what?"

That seems to be her big question.

"And if we were weapons, how did they expect to control us..?" She runs her hands on her pants in that kind of nervous gesture she always does, a look to that cliffside.

"I could try." She says about destroying the cliffside, thoughtful. "I have always worked better when under pressure, or under stakes. It's how my power really comes out, always been tied to my emotions.." there's a pause and then she finally asks.

"Have you ever lost control?"

Blackagar Boltagon has posed:
<<The same way you control any living weapon. Fear and manipulation, and when that fails, force and slavery.>> Blackagar replies softly towards her. <<As for what, there are a few theories out there, the one I ascribe to is that there has been a conflict or a fear of one. History, of all species, involves the use of living weapons. Soldiers. Why they abandoned us, again, many theories. But one of our great prophecies is that an Inhuman would be born that would lead to the destruction of the Kree. Perhaps it is something we tell ourselves, perhaps it is a truth and the Kree came to fear us. Either way, we were left by them. But as I said, no one leaves a weapon of their creation behind.>>

He looks over at the cliffside, then back to Daisy, shaking his head slowly. <<Why? Your emotions I mean. Why do you think you tie your powers to your emotions? Yes, it is an emotional thing, part of our make-up. But without control can you trust yourself to call upon them in need?>>

Has he lost control...

A long pause.

<<Yes. I have. From my birth until my coming of age, I was kept in a soundproof room to protect everyone from me. An attack was staged, and I escaped, believing that I was saving Attilan I used my power to destroy a ship and in the process, killed the King and Queen; my parents.>> A short summation of that fateful day. <<But the loss of control, leading to catastrophe has also led me to understand the importance of knowing my own strength. Something, regretfully, I still do not understand. This is why I wish for you to know your strength, Luna, so that you do not end up in this position one day.>>

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"Very similar to how Hydra manipulates their own people.." A slow frown growing on Daisy's expression as she listens to the explanation by the King. She is looking ahead to that cliffside now. Watching it. -Feeling- it. That song of the universe she had been learning with her mother and then through the artifact that had allowed her to contact others that had her powers in the past. Out here though? It's almost as if no life reached it. Barely a vibration, very little to catch on to...

As for the emotions.. "They have always been more powerful when I was trying to protect someone. Even to the point that I almost lost them by overloading. I don't regret it though.." she would never regret using her powers to protect someone, even to the detriment of her own health.

There. A small vibration. She holds on to it and feels it expand, growing. She feels the cliffside and focuses. The words hit hard, specially on how Blackagar speaks of the death of his parents in such a steady manner. No loss of control there even if the price he paid had been terrible. She doesn't speak words of pity to him, he's had enough of those most likely. Instead there is a nod out of her.

"I won't let our people be taken over by these Kree." The cliffside trembles and even if no sound is heard a crack appears. And she doesn't seem to be done.

Blackagar Boltagon has posed:
<<Why not?>> Blackagar asks patiently while he sits there. <<What if it was our destiny? What if it was preordained? Do you truly believe that you, or any of us for that matter, are strong enough to fight against fate itself?>> The question could be rhetorical, it could also be the King goading her. <<Do you believe that a species capable of creating us is easily defeated?>> He waits, let's her soak in the words, then goes on. <<You believe they are not going to be the most horrific power you have faced? They will know our weaknesses. Our strengths. View us only as weapons to be reclaimed for their arsenal. How many fell to just the human forces of those of Hydra?>>

At this point, it's obvious Blackagar is pushing those emotions. <<And as you feel that anger, that panic, those emotions; three options are present. One, embrace them and use them to drive your power. Two, give in to fear of your power and collapse in. OR... maybe.>> Blackagar smiles then.

<<Maybe feel those emotions and control them. Emotions control our power, but they cannot control us.>>

Daisy Johnson has posed:
It would be easy to give in to the power. To just grow angry and out of control. Let it spiral into destruction. Daisy had been angry enough in the past that she had been affected by her emotions, and in not a good way. Her power had always been stronger when it had been focused. Focused in protecting others. "Isn't that what we have been doing all our lives? Fighting fate?" rhetorical or not she answers it! Or maybe she gets goaded in..

It does have the effect of getting some of that anger to grow. She had been fighting against what had been chosen for her in life. Against just being another orphanage kid, fighting to discover her past and where she came from. And it had led her to who she was now. Not just a rebellious hacker girl anymore but something else, something more..

It would be easy for her to let go now, fully. She has flashes of what happened in Afterlife, when Hydra came and killed and captured Inhumans. She had been angry then but also unable to stop them even with all that anger. And they deserved better than just her anger.

The crack on the cliffside widens, parting the cliffside as she lifts her hands, fingertips trembling. "No .., no they cannot.." she nearly breathless, voice shuddering with the effort.

Blackagar Boltagon has posed:
<<One of the hardest lessons we must learn, is that everything has a breaking point. Ourselves. Those around us.>> Blackagar offers softly while pseudo-goading her, partially offering insight at that moment. <<Maybe we are fighting fate. Maybe we are giving in to fate. I truly do not know which it may be, sometimes it is far too difficult to tell. The past cannot be changed, the future cannot be known. All we have is the present.>>

He moves, stepping up off his rock and going to stand by Daisy as she focuses on the cliff. <<Are you afraid of destroying this asteroid? We will be alright if you do. Are you afraid of knowing what you're capable of? Maybe of starting and not being able to stop?>> A small look is given to the woman, kindness in his blue eyes. <<Do you have fear of knowing how much power you have, Luna?>>

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Daisy has learned well about those breaking points. Of her own body but also of those she had hurt. Some had even been allies but her powers could get *very* dangerous if not controlled. Not too different from Blackagar's even if at a different kind of level. So in that he understands her. And in a way can go right to the problem.

Was she afraid of what would happen if she fully let go? For there certainly is a difference between not being able to control her power and fully unleashing willingly..

Concentration falters and some the destruction she was bringing to that cliff comes to a stop. She takes in a breath, almost as if suddenly without being able to breathe and answers back without looking at the King. "Yes." she admits. "I am." she shakes her head slowly to herself and looking down at her hands. "I am scared of what I can do. Of what I may have to do."

She -had- been called a destroyer of worlds before, "Do you have the same fear?" she questions.

Blackagar Boltagon has posed:
<<I do not know if it is a fear. It is an awareness at this point,>> Blackagar finally relays after considering her question. The time to let it mull brings with it a smile though. <<But it is also different. I learned the self discipline necessary from birth. You have stepped into this later in life. Learning discipline in such a way retrospectively is a different challenge.>>

He takes a few steps away from Daisy, looking at the cliff side. A small quirk touches his lips, "See," the word is whispered quietly. No sound is present, but it is not an actual sonic power, merely tied to his speech centers that activates it. Waves of energy erupt forth towards the cliff, crashing into it and evaporating it into dust as the asteroid trembles under foot. <<See, it is not the strength that matters. It is that perfect awareness.>> Turning he looks at Daisy again, sadness a bit present in his gaze but outlined with warmth still. <<You are afraid to see what you are capable of at your highest potential, for it could cause great damage. I cannot commit the smallest mistake, for it would cause great damage. Opposite sides of the same coin. So the question, I suppose I would have for you, is when does your fear give way to discipline? You are not afraid with your SHIELD activities. You do not show fear when confronting HYDRA or even standing with my brother. Only in your powers. If you can learn that discipline in that facet, then you have no reason to fear; do you?>>

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Daisy and discipline? That's like ketchup with uh ..., ice cream. Or something. It just doesn't go well together! Give it to a lifetime of fighting against the system. So there's a nod of understanding when Blackagar speaks of it. Learning discipline since a young age. She never had any of that, cut away from her mother when she was a baby.

It angers her, but it also makes it another step to overcome. To become the person she knows she needs to become, not for herself but for others. It's all until she witnesses the absolute destruction Blackagar's power can bring. How -effortless- it seems. She knows better though, or at least is starting to know better. "I understand ..., the effort comes not from using your power but .., restraining yourself." it's certainly a different perspective for her.

She considers what Blackagar speaks next, the fearless way in which she always gets herself into missions. Discipline in a way. "I ..." a pause, "Maybe.. No, I wouldn't have a reason to fear it."

She looks at Blackagar then. "Will you teach me?"

Blackagar Boltagon has posed:
<<Teach you Discipline?>> Blackagar asks with surprise etched in his tone. There is a consideration before he nods slowly, <<I can attempt but I would warn you it would not be pleasant. I learned by being locked in a soundproof room for 18 years. However, a good friend of mine has taught me much since then. Patience, listening, restraint.>> He looks at the woman, still thoughtful.

<<The first thing I would tell you, though, is until you know what your anger and emotion can truly bring about, you could never truly hope to be disciplined in them. A story perhaps? A large animal is kept in captivity for its whole life. Treated kindly and fairly, loved and tended well. A child is born to the family and in its youth it plays with the animal. The animal, having never seen rough play does not know how to handle it and plays in kind. Is it the creature's fault that it harms the child in play having never been taught that it is larger? Perhaps a poor analogy, however, the fundamentals hold true.>>

<<If you shatter a city because you have lost control, it is not the fault of your power. It is because you did not know how to control it and were not disciplined enough to do such. Discipline in easy matters is exactly that, easy. Therefore, for you to truly be able to manage yourself requires pushing yourself beyond what you may feasibly consider possible. Therefore, I would ask again. Are you certain?>>

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"It's ok, I grew up on an orphanage." Daisy points out. "So come at me, b- I mean, King." see? She didn't say 'bro'. Discipline? Well, seems she is fine in learning the hard way. It certainly doesn't feel to her like there's an easy way to do it. But soon enough her expression sobers up, this is not a matter of levity after all.

The analogy, and understood, at least seemingly so in the way she sharply nods. You can't really learn to control yourself until you know what you can do.

"Yes, I am certain." her tone firmer. She exhales softly and looks towards another cliff (as the one she was working on get evaporated!). It was time to unleash.

She closes her eyes and focuses, letting go of those inhibitions she has always had before. Keeping herself in check. Afraid of what she could do. The cliffside starts to tremble.

Blackagar Boltagon has posed:
<<One would surmise, it may be hard to be considered a World Destroyer if this asteroid is giving hesitation,>> Blackagar observes calmly when Daisy turns her focus on the cliffside. <<Perhaps you are not angry enough. Sad enough. You do not feel threatened or think others are in danger to pull from you what is within.>> A small pacing moving as he steps behind her. <<If anything, I think there may be /more/ factures in you than there are in the cliff itself. Crevices.>>

<<Which should we examine first?>> he asks quietly while she has her eyes closed and focusing. <<Are you thinking of your failures? Are you worried about your past? Fearing the future?>> Lifting his hand up, Blackagar gently pushes Daisy's shoulder like one would when picking a fight. Not hard enough to knock her over, but to emulate the gesture. <<Once. Just once. That is all I am asking for. Throw a tantrum if you must to get the result.>>

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"I already said I was certain.." Daisy says, still with her eyes closed but showing some annoyance. And then she gets pushed around. Tantrum though? She doesn't do tantrums!

Yet it was true that unleashing was fully against all she had learned, all she had gone through to find that self-control in SHIELD until FitzSimmons fashioned those gauntlets that used to control her powers. She didn't need them anymore but the crutch was still there. Invisible bindings around her hands that kept her focused.

Fractures inside her though? Indeed there were many. She focuses on those, her failures, past and future. She sets her jaw.

The asteroid cliffside shudders, cracks and then explodes as she silently screams at it, vibrational waves almost visible to the naked eye out in space as it blasts through.