2255/Redheads of the Universe DESTROY! Rachel learning control too.

Redheads of the Universe DESTROY! Rachel learning control too.
Date of Scene:	28 June 2020
Location:	Liberty Island
Synopsis:	Rachel gets spoken down to by an angel. Flies off. Stupid and Stubborn.
Cast of Characters:	Rachel Summers, Aldrif Odinsdottir, Artemis

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Rachel Summers has posed:
    Not really on Liberty Island, as that's a bit too dangerous, but Rachel has been seething with frustration and anger over the whole... trying to change the future and failing to do so. But she knows that she needs to have more contact with this entity within her, to be able to draw upon it with more control and less BOOM BOOM by accident.
    So today, she finds herself standing on a tint little atoll, maybe a mile or two off from Liberty Island. She researched and found that this was the site of a sunken freighter that has been salvaged as much as it's going to be. No cargo left, nothing valuable. Just rusted hull and struts and things.
    But she is talking... to herself. "Okay, now look. I need you to let me access some of that raw power, but not turn me into an indiscriminate nuke, okay?" she asks before she reaches a hand out... and finds a telekinetic grip latching onto the metal several hundred feet down. She exerts her will and it.. kinda maybe budges a bit.
    But that's when some who are more sensitive to the weird displays of stupid power levels might notice that her power grows. She taps into the Phoenix.. and begins licking with flame before she bursts into the Phoenix aura and her grip simply -crushes- what she was trying to lift... too much force. Too much strength... a flaming wing / hand thingee comes ripping out of the surf with steel beams clutched in its grasp, but not with the entire ship. Kinda hard to miss if you're out this way and semi-alert.

Aldrif Odinsdottir has posed:
    At one time Angela didn't even believe in Earth, thinking that it was just a tale angel-parents told to children. And now she calls it home. Well, at least the brownstone house she's sharing with Sera. Right now, with or without permission of the Avengers, Angela has taken on the role of Protector of Earth. One of them. One of the many. Okay, so take a number.

    Right now? The red-haired angel is exploring New York City. Not one for subtlety, she is wearing her traditional golden armor (such as it is) and fully armed. Which means very few people in New York even give her a second glance. Welcome to the Big Apple.

    Then the fiery wing rises up out of the waves clutching steel beams in its huge, flaming grasp. Well that's not right. It even attracts attention of those who are watching from shore.

    Angela is there one moment, and airborne the next. Crimson hair billowing, the waist cape and ribbons flutter in her wake as she streaks over towards the disturbance.

Artemis has posed:
    Standing on the edge of a pier, Artemis is casually looking out at the water. Her eyes glancing over the moving waves even as she frowns. Her gaze going over the sublte movements of the water whenever they slip around. She idly reaches out with a hand and grasps at something quietly, shaking her head slowly when she thinks about the weapon she seeks. She has been looking and not finding. It's power killed her friend. No...

    "I killed her..." She says softly to no one in particular and she closes her eyes tightly a moment. Then she blinks and her eyes go wide as she sees the firey wing come out of the waves. She stares before she takes a few steps back before running forward and leaping toward the disturbance. She is easily carried aloft by her leap, her body flips in the air as she seemingly flies though it is really just a leap. She lands with a thud near Rachel, a massive axe already in her hand as she blinks slowly at the sight of the girl and then she slams the hilt into the ground and calls out.

    "What is going on?!" she calls out and eyes Rachel carefully.

Rachel Summers has posed:
    Okay, two powerful women, redheads, who look not only ready for battle, but -eager- for it. "Well." mutters Rachel as she lets go of the debris to allow it to fall back into the water. "Whatever it is, it's not what I was planning to do." She says.
    Now, it should be noted that Rachel understands the threat implicit in the presence of both Angela and Artemis. She just does not seem overly -concerned- about it.
    "Ladies. I really don't want either of you harmed if .." she pauses and shakes her head, "Make that -when- I screw up again. I was trying to practice with... well, it's difficult to explain.." she says as the aura fades away, the birdlike flame imagery drifting into nothingness... but it should be noted that there appears -no- heat or fire damage near her.

Aldrif Odinsdottir has posed:
    Angela watches Artemis flip through the air and land, even as she sees Rachel a moment later. Alighting in a ready-crouch herself, Angela doesn't go for her sword. Not yet. The multi-patterned ribbons waggle, as if testing the air around the trio.

    Rachel speaks and Angela relaxes, which means her weight shifts a little more towards her back foot. Without taking her eyes off of either one, she points towards the flaming wing holding the ship girders. "That was YOU?" She asks, tilting her head a little. "You have power and yet you wield it like a child. I am Angela, of Heven and New York City."

Artemis has posed:
    "I saw your power and I'm not worried about you hurting me. I've been in danger before." She relaxes a slight amount, too, but she is a bit on edge after seeing that. Angela says it for her in her own way and then she looks to Rachel, "I have already met you once in that coffee place. I am Artemis. I'm not sure I ever got your name." She then idly leans on her axe ever so slightly and looks to Angela briefly. Heven, huh? She isn't sure about all that but just based on things she is seeing, she is definitely unsure of this woman.

Rachel Summers has posed:
    Snorting, Rachel shakes her head. Someone claiming to be an angel or whatnot. Sure why not? She has a space god in her body's cells. "Gee. Thanks for reminding me how little control I have. It's not like I came out here to practice.... oh wait, that's exactly why I'm here." she says to Angela... sure, she's a little snide, but the woman just called her childish, or so she took it.
    "I'm Rachel. I am also called Phoenix and..." Her eyes flit to Artemis and she lifts her brows, "If you were smart, you -would- be worried. And.. even if you are that tough, is it -wise- to tempt fate?" She asks.
    "I am a telekinetic but.. there's this thing in me. This power that.. when I tap into it, it comes out raw, primordial and unrestrained...."

Aldrif Odinsdottir has posed:
    Angela takes a step closer to the others, patterned ribbons waggling in her wake. One hand on the hilt of her broadsword, it remains sheathed all the same. She nods, first to the warrior and then to the Phoenix-one. "I share a house with a sorceress. She is also sarcastic, so I understand this."

    "I'm also less worried about you hurting me than harming someone else with this... fiery... thing." She looks curious with those white, pupil-less eyes. "Perhaps you should sing to it? Sera often sings to work her magic."

Artemis has posed:
    A tilt of her head and then she walks closer, too, just to perhaps try to diffuse things. She casually places her axe to her shoulder as she walks and nods, "I don't know about singing but I know that even if you are doing this away from people for safety, perhaps doing it out of sight might be a wise decision, too." SHe nods her head, "If we saw it, then others could have seen it, too." She gestures out to the west, "There are many areas out in that direction that are devoid of people." She nods again before looking back to Rachel, "Would that not be better?"

Rachel Summers has posed:
    "I thought.." begins Rachel before she looks up and over towards the city. "Oh, I guess if you're up high enough you could see all the way out here." Her shoulders sag and she shakes her head, "My goal was to practice where nobody would get hurt. If you guys -want- to watch, I won't stop you. But I suggest you watch from a -bit- of a distance and.. this isn't magic. It's... " She shrugs and shakes her head, "It's pure psionic power. Telepathic. Telekinetic... raw power. So much power that it manifests visibly as a flaming appearance... something like boiling over excess into the visible spectrum or something."
    That said, she lifts off the ground without a sound and floats over the water before reaching a hand down and closing her eyes.

Aldrif Odinsdottir has posed:
    When Rachel lifts off of the ground Angela follows suit. Rising swiftly higher and keeping both of the others in sight, she reaches around and back to draw a pair of gold-hued scimitars from beneath the long, red locks. "If it isn't magic, then I'm not worried." she declares.

    And since Rachel seems determined to continue with her 'practice', Angela looks around at the waves, especially where the flaming wing had just made its appearance.

Rachel Summers has posed:
    Smirking a bit, Rachel remarks, "You really should..." as she gets another grip with her telekinesis... and then stretches her other arm down... gripping wider. She grunts in effort as she pushes her own power to the limit. And the ship begins to shift. It starts to lift slowly before the aura manifests once more... and the birdlike appearance made of flame explodes into being about her.. wings reaching down into the water where her arms point.
    She screams and the ship is suddenly not only lifted from the water, but hurled skywards something like three to four hundred yards in the air.... even while Rachel herself slumps and looks upward. "Shit." she mutters.

Aldrif Odinsdottir has posed:
    Angela watches Rachel, mostly, at least until she screams and -hurls- the ship skyward. The golden-bladed scimitars flicker and she brings the hilts together to form a long, bladed glaive.

    "Shit." the crimson-maned angel agrees, watching the ship arc up into the air. It's going to be spectacular, but at least they're far enough out that nobody is going to get killed.

    Hovering, ribbons waggling, Angela keeps her gaze fixed on the improbably-flying ship as she slowly descends closer to Rachel. "The fiery form... those wings... this is the Phoenix you spoke of?"

Artemis has posed:
    A whistle is let out and Artemis nods her head, "Impressive." She looks over at the form that Rachel made and up at the ship before she gestures, "That's fairly impressive." She nods her head again, "I wouldn't want to fight that without some planning." She nods again, "Then again, I have seen some pretty impressive things in my time." She was an Amazon, after all.

    "That is up there though." She states, "And I don't just mean in the sky."

Rachel Summers has posed:
    Nodding her head tiredly, Rachel takes a couple breaths before she says to Angela, "Yes. That is the Phoenix Force. It is sentient, to a degree. From what I understand, I have a small shard of the full force... but the full on Phoenix is something like the sum total of all psychic power in the universe."
    She shakes her head and glances upwards... and then reaches out with her mind... she doesn't stop the thing but makes it redirect so that it doesn't go anywhere near -anyone-.. but plummets back to the water. "Yeah. Up there.." she remarks as it comes down.

Aldrif Odinsdottir has posed:
    Angela's blades flicker again, returning to scimitar form before she sheaths them on her back. "You need to be careful with that." she declares, and it's only her stoic expression that makes it seem like a profound revelation.

    Thanks for noticing that the sky is blue, Angie.

    "You will not be doing anymore practicing near the city." And no, it wasn't a question. "I'm not sure what I can do to help, but maybe you should meet Sera. She knows a lot of things... more than she tells me... and might be able to help with your control." At the very least she can teach Rachel how to play the lute.

Artemis has posed:
    A look at Angela briefly and Artemis rolls her eyes before looking over at Rachel and she nods her had, "She's probably right. No where near the city might be best for all that." She gestures to the ship that is falling and then back to Rachel, "Just not sure something that can fling a ship that big that high might not fling that ship into a building or the like." She shrugs, "As for help? I couldn't help the last person with that kind of power. I doubt I can be much help for you."

Rachel Summers has posed:
    Narrowing her eyes, Rachel doesn't really understand who these other people are. But she really doesn't react well to being told what she can and can't do. That might happen to a person who has spend two thirds of their life brainwashed until finally stubborning her way out of it. (Yes, stubborning is now a verb).
    "Well. Don't let the door hit you." she mutters as she turns and rockets away... the flame nimbus never fading. Drawing on the power in order to accelerate away.

Aldrif Odinsdottir has posed:
    Angela watches as the snarky Phoenix-girl rockets away, and for a moment she looks like she might even give chase. The ribbon-waggling calms, however, and she turns to the Bana. "She will continue trying." And with that, it's Angela's turn to rocket skyward... just without the fiery effect. Arcing up, keen eyesight would spot the redhaired angel dropping down somewhere into the city.