Owner	Pose
Monet St. Croix	It's about seven or eight pm on Easter Sunday. Far, far out around Breakstone Lake is one Monet St. Croix. She's busy hammering. Or, well, punching. There's a huge rock that her fist is slamming into time and time again. It's not quite cracking. Her knuckles are bleeding raw. And yet she's still smashing over at it hard, as blood is smeared over her hands and her otherwise almost eternally perfect clothes are in disarray. Her hair is a mess, and the rest of her body isn't much better. Fist slams into rock. Knuckles crack. Something breaks. It's not the rock. Automatically, she switches over to the other hand, even as the bones in her other are close to being a powder.
Doug Ramsey	Doug hasn't been out at the house for awhile - developing your own life, you really have no reason to be. Tonight, he's out here for some IT-related reason, and the sound of rocks being pulverized just happened to draw his attention. "That-" He says, "Is the sign of an extremely frustrated person." This is mostly to himself, where he's leaning on a pine tree at the treeline. He had come out here to sit by the lake, and though he's not SAYING anything, he can't help but think .oO(Is Manolo Blahnik getting out of the shoe game?)
Franklin Richards	Sittin by the shoreline as Doug enters though he doesn't look up. In one hand is a small device that looks like a small church on a round bottom, and in the other a thin metal spike. Currently the bottom of it is open, and he has the spike inside using his powers the smell of melted rubber fills the air around him as he used it to sotter a few of the wires together a bit better as he had put on extra when he made it for just this reason. He sighs a bit as he looks into the device hoping he can get it to work soon. Hearing words behind him he almost drops the darn thing, but catches it before it hits the water. With a sigh of relief he smiles a bit as he came out here to not bother anyone though it seems others had the same idea. He turns to nod at the new person approaching before he turns to work on his invention a bit more.
Monet St. Croix	She's aware o fthe presence of Douglas, but he's ignored. He's just something in the background that's not bothering her. Whatever has her so enraged. At least M is taking it out over on a rock rather than, say, one of the trees. She has at least that much appreciation, even as she goes to work widening the head sized hole in the rock she's trying to bludgeon through. The approach of Franklin with whatever contraption he has is, however, enough to stand out to her attempts at blanketing out the area. So with a grunt she goes to slam her fist into the rock once more, this time enough to break the hole just a bit more.. And the bones in her other hand give a satisfying -CRACK- as they also shatter.
Doug Ramsey	Doug's instincts are to sit there in silence. He knows any attempt at levity is doomed to fail. But still - doing nothing is always the worst possible choice. He pushes off from the tree and makes his way down to the water line, and he watches M swing on that rock, before raises his eyebrows at the crack of bones, and then drawls, "M, I know I shouldn't ask - but what did the rock do?"
Franklin Richards	With a wince as the sound of cracking bone Franklin puts the device away from now. The name showable for only a moment as 'Gawd' before it is in a pocket as he will mess with it later. Turning to look up at all the noise he sighs a bit. He is about to say something, but Douglas asks first so he doesn't feel the need to instead just sits there watching the two. Quietly he watches as he waves a hand quickly in front of his face, okay he wasn't invisable right now, as he could see himself, though that did happen at times so needed to double check.
Monet St. Croix	There's a low hiss over from M of a 'why are you interrupting me' type that doesn't quite hve the normal amount of intimidating sneer behind it. Likelier as her fists are worn down nearly to the bones, her face is in disarray, and her outfit looks like it was thrown into a garbage dump.
Doug Ramsey	Doug tilts his head upward a bit - he doesn't really know Franklin all too well, though he thinks he knows who he is - and then he looks back at M. "I'm interrupting you," He says, interpreting her sibliance, "Because you usually look angry but in control. Now you look like you're hanging onto anger because otherwise you'll break down in tears, which means... there's a problem."
Franklin Richards	Franklin nods to Doug though doesn't say anything a smile on his face as he quietly listens. After Doug speaks up Franklin holds up a hand, "And it is really hard to concentrate to the sound of breaking bones in the background.. Had I lived here I would be very disturbed." and grin. He gives Doug a nod as is to prompt him to continue, and a thumbs up as Franklin at least thought he was doing a good job. It had been a while since anyone had tried to intemidate him, and he quite liked it.. very spooky indeed.
Monet St. Croix	Normally M's face is rather difficult to read. But, Douglas is completely right in that her rage has bubbled over for whatever reason. It is not, hwoever, directed over at the two of them. "Then I will move." No threats against them to get out of her way, no attempt at denying what Doug has just observed, no sort of taunt back or deflection..
Doug Ramsey	"While I can interpret data, I can't read minds." Doug says, before he holds up his hands. "I won't try to stop you from doing whatever it is you need to do. But I will point out, this isn't accomplishing anything but injuring yourself. Which, it seems to me you're entirely aware, is a direct attack on your self-confidence, targeted to hurt you. But, ah, Monet-" He shrugs, "In my limited experience, when have you ever given anyone the satisfaction of getting one over on you for long? This seems like the kind of anger that would get fingers crushed by the pointy bit of a high-heel boot."
Franklin Richards	Looking at Douglas he smiles, "I might have control over space, and time, but even I can not get one to talk if they do not want to. Maybe it is because I have hair?" then looks back at M. He is quiet for a moment. "How about before you go let me take a look at that hand. I don't know if your the regenrating type, but if not I can fix ya back a little so you can break rocks again without us bothering you." Standing up he walks closer to M, and holds out a hand he smiles at M. "It is the least I can do for interupting you." he explains to give them a way out of 'needing help' as he framed it for his sake not hers. He listens to Douglas, and nods as what he says makes sense, but he knows some things you need to learn your own way through time. He only hopped some of that got through, and learned the strangers name was Monet.
Monet St. Croix	Normally M's face is hard to read. Now it is - she's rather pissed. Not at the two of them - ordinarily she might lash out at someone for interrupting her or attempt to redirect her own problems at them. Douglas' attempt over to soothe her ego over appears to give her some level of control again. Even if just enough to keep her rage from boiling over. There's a bit more control on her face now. Her expression goes back to it's normal flatness. Which is. . A significant improvement! But she's still not the touchy type, so the hand is not taken.
Doug Ramsey	Doug shrugs, and then says, simply, "That's basically it, isn't it? You've had your moment of falling apart, now you need to go show whoever it is put you in this position who exactly they're screwing around with, right? Something something revenge, something something make them famous?" He holds his hands up. "As memory serves, that's the way this is supposed to go."
Franklin Richards	Looks at Monet then his own hand, and then turns to look at Douglas with a headhsake. "I tell ya everyone is so against taking my hand.. I feel like I am dealing with Japanise school girls." and chuckles again glancing at Monet. "I mean if ya fear one little hand touch I understand it isn't a rock, and I am pretty scarry" and chuckles a bit. He still holds his hand out there for her waving it in the air with a grin. He turns to look at Douglas, "You both know revenge doesn't really help anything. If you focus on the past too much you will miss what is right infront of you." he looks to Monet, and then to Douglas, and sighs.. "Fine... what do I know. Grudges all around." and grins again.
Monet St. Croix	If M would be her normal self, there would be some sort of threat given over to Franklin for making presumptions. But her face is back to the solid rock that it normally is. Despite all of her state of dishevelness, there's.. Total restraint in her expression rather than intimidation. Her expression is flat. There's a low nod given and then she goes to start to walk away.
Doug Ramsey	"By most mechanical and dirty hand: rouse up revenge from ebon den with fell Alecto's snake, for Doll is in. Pistol speaks nought but truth." Doug shrugs his shoulders, and then offers his hand to Franklin. "Doug Ramsey." He says. "Are you a student here?"
Franklin Richards	With a shrug he sighs, he moves over to the rocks, and touch them instead. The two sides that broke are attracted to each other like a magnet before the rock is whole again he sighs a bit. "Well I tried." he offers as the person walks away. Turning he looks at Douglas, "Oh hello. I would offer a hand shake, but we seen how that goes around here." and grins a bit at him. "Franklin Richards, Fantastic Four, and no... My sister was making way too much noise in the lab, and I came out here. I... help out from time to time around here, and they let me visit." he explains though with a shrug he adds, "And I think we met... once. We chated over some sugar cookies, with another student."
Doug Ramsey	"Oh." Doug says, "Sorry about that. I remember now." He withdraws his hand, and says "That's just Monet. It's almost endearing... just kidding. She's icy and terrifying from start to finish. But, she's on the side of the angels as they say, so don't hold it against her."