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Jemma Simmons	A certain research scientist has been busy lately. Apart from a sudden need to drive to Delaware of all places, Jemma has been pretty much in a singular location. Her R&D lab in the Trisk. And even the drive to the middle of seemingly nowhere seemed to go under the radar, for the most part. There was the whole recording of the Wilmington office of an Agent Simmons visiting an impact crater site on the outskirts of the facility known as the Playground, but that didn't seem to raise any red flags. Mainly because it's Delaware. Nothing happens there, so no one really cares. Except Jemma did. And, when she returned, she had with her what she stated where 'specimens of interest for research'. A fancy way of saying she found something she wanted to keep, but didn't want to specifically identify. Yet. Those 'specimens' were at her lab station...fragments of a rose gold metal that, if one looked carefully, appeared to be metallic feathers of some sort. Strange. And...Jemma was not touching them directly. Instead, choosing to use an isolation box to examine them without direct contact. Stranger. But, strangest of all is that she didn't tell anyone else of her findings. At least, not yet. Not her fellow scientists. Not even Fitz knew of her sudden interest in metallurgy. The only person that received any sort of notification? Daisy....just a few minutes prior, in a text message. <<I found something I cannot explain immediately. Have a theory. Come over to the lab whenever you are free. I can explain more then.>> No time given. No expectation. Chances are, Jemma will be at the lab whenever Daisy decides to come, regardless of what time it is.
Daisy Johnson	Jemma hadn't been the only one finding a few interesting 'specimens'. Or Moli as Daisy had learned it was called. What the 'it' was? She truly had no idea as of yet though the pieces had been resting at Daisy's and Matt's appartment in Hell's Kitchen. Much to Detective Furry's chagrin at having his favorite pillow taken by the pieces! So when that message from Jemma comes? Daisy seems to have an inkling. "Fancy you saying that. I ran across something I can't explain either." which didn't carry the mugh weight as it did for Jemma. Because there was a lot Daisy didn't know! But Jemma was the brains, it was rare what she didn't know or couldn't explain. "I am on my way." It doesn't take long for Daisy to make her way up to the lab. With her? A box with the Moli pieces within. They didn't beep any alarms on the way in to SHIELD's HQ so that was a good thing at least. The door to the lab opens and Daisy walks in. "Hello, Jemms. So ..., what's up?" and for the first time since ..., ever ..., the box that she is carrying doesn't seem to be takeout.
Jemma Simmons	No takeout? Unusual. Not that Jemma is paying attention to the box in Daisy's hands. With Jemma's eyes completely engrossed on her isolation box and the samples of metal within, she waves Daisy over blindly. "The summary is that there was an impact recorded at the Playground. I caught it on satellite and decided to drive over to investigate. Once there, I found these." 'These' is indicated to be the fragments of metal. Maybe about a handful, if that. No explanation as to why Jemma would decide to drive to the Playground...on her own. That is odd in and of itself. But...then Jemma continues to speak and it becomes apparent that the unusual part is still to come. "As I was gathering the fragments you see here, I was overcome with a profound sense of grief and sadness. I...saw visions of myself. And...a voice spoke to me. Within my mind." With the indication to the box, it is apparent Jemma feels that all of her latest revelations are related to the metal samples currently being examined. "I can't explain that. But, I am certain this is relevant to our interests. I have suspicions as to what this is, but I may need your assistance to confirm."
Jane Foster	A small handful, the longest isn't much wider than a woman's smallest finger and a bit shorter. The other pieces can be registered as thumbnail sized, delicately stamped on the copper-gilded surface with a slender pattern. Almost embossed, painstakingly detailed, as so many of the artifacts from Tutankhamun's hoard tend to be as well. Therein lies the slight impression of filaments and a central vane, snapped off before the pattern is fully attained in a quill. Or maybe they never were.
Daisy Johnson	"The Playground..?" There's a pensive look to Daisy, almost as if it confirmed something for the hacker, "Interesting..." the box is placed on the counter between the two friends. One arm wraps around her waist while the other comes up, fingers resting on her chin. "Almost as if these pieces were looking for places that meant something to it." "There was a disturbance in Hell's Kitchen the other night too. A meteor shower. Or at least I thought so. But it was something else..." a beat, "Go ahead and open this box, Jemma." "And tell me what I can do to help in this."
Jemma Simmons	Confusion clouds Jemma's features as she finally notices the box. And...immediately her thoughts jump to a link. "The other day? As in, recently?" The connection is clear. Maybe the meteor shower in Hell's Kitchen happened the same night as the impact crater strike in Delaware. Maybe. But...that can wait. First, what's inside the box? Jemma shifts to open the container. At the same time, she continues her speculation. "Judging from the viewpoints of the visions I witnessed, the fragments were part of an object that has been around me in the past. I know this, because I was able to see myself, as I was holding the fragments, in very nearly real-time. Given the perspective of the visions, and the fact that I was able to identify certain scenes....I think I know what this might have been, but I need to prove my hypothesis." The box is opened. Jemma continues to speak. "I have performed some testing, and I have reason to believe I know what the metal is. But, perhaps a harmonic resonance would confirm it. But, only if you have felt a similar resonance before." A pause. "Do you think you would be able to identify pieces of Jane's bracelet if you felt their harmonic frequency?"
Jane Foster	Were they the same day? Within twenty-four hours thereof, since flaming objects melting through pavement at a SHIELD installation of that size don't go without notice. Even in Delaware, anyway. Daisy has a non-takeout food box. The pulling off of a lid doesn't make for a grand reveal of several objects flying out like springs or worms to hit Jemma. She doesn't have foil sticking to her. Behold, some metal shards of a distinctive coppery sheen, clearly melted or ragged in spots, the damage visible to the naked eye without compromising the structure so much that the pieces fall apart on contact. More fragments than Jemma has, too, though not a vast foil ball of them. Though the news /did/ say several pieces fell in Hell's Kitchen with that meteorite. Several that Daisy ran around collecting, taking from a small park, the roof of someone's delivery van -- well, the box -- and stuck to the water tower on an adjacent building.
Daisy Johnson	"I had visions too." Daisy admits, lips pressed to a line, "Of battle. I think .., Malekith. And Jane." she shakes her head. "Or at least I believe so. But most importantly there was a great feeling of anger, and sorrow. Whatever this creature was it was griefing for something, or someone." Yes, Daisy has her suspicions. Suspicions that the more Jemma talks the more they get confirmed. For the better or the worst. "The metal ...." she blinks once, considering. She had reached out to the bracelet's resonance in the past. Could these be part of the same? "I can try." Is what Daisy says, looking inside the box and reaching to take one of the fragments. She wraps it around her hand and exhales slowly. Focusing she then lets her powers flare out, feeling the vibrations on the metal. Attempting to find a link to the bracelet.
Jemma Simmons	The scientist's expression when she sees the copper-esque shards of metal? Not particularly surprised, from the neutral expression. It is true that Jemma had her collection in a box to avoid touching them, but merely as a formality. The items that Daisy presented? Jemma reaches in with little hesitation, pulling out a larger fragment so she can examine it more closely. No gloves, no reservations. And...she carries it to a microscope, so she can examine it even closer. Why the bare-handed grab? Maybe it is to test another theory, to see if a reaction occurs. Even though her own feathery bits were collected with gloves on...it didn't mattered. And, it seems Jemma is in a bit of a extreme devil-may-care mode, at least for examination. But first, the explanation. "I believe the metal I...and now we...found is uru. But, a unique composition of uru, which, considering uru itself is extremely rare in the first place, is practically impossible. It is like finding a needle not in a haystack, but in a hayfield." A quick tap on the monitor screen next to her station promptly pulls up analysis of Jemma's fragments, which she lines up to her notations on Daisy's findings. "Uru is normally silver. Think Thor's hammer. But this...is unique. And, coupled with the visions I had, it seems to line up with, for the most part, scenes of my past in which I wasn't alone. I believe the moments I seen were shared with at least one other." Jemma doesn't bother finishing her thought. It is already apparent. Jemma thinks that the fragments are part of Jane's bracelet. "The particular energy signature is not present. I already checked that. But...I do think...." Again...no finishing of the thought. Another question pops to Jemma's head in place. "Did it speak to you? In a decidedly female voice?"
Jane Foster	Daisy happens to be the one in proximity and thus able to hear the projected grumble that sounds an awful lot like a motorcycle revving or the basso displeasure of a lion poked with a stick. A very long stick, probably while the tawny beast flumps bonelessly on a denuded branch. A low threnody that doesn't tick the Inhuman powers box so much as inside her skull. A grumpy rumble inflected by misery-sulking because the world has ended and nothing good at all will ever be found again, promptly before the mental impression all but rolls over. If there were covers to pull over its head, Moli would have them. Jemma's touch doesn't produce much of note among the fragments, save they have the same ambient temperature as the room. A touch on the cool side, and incredibly lightweight. A handful of broken feathers, a broader array of sizes and leaf-like shapes that suffered for smacking into the world rather hard. Care is needed not to cut oneself. Irregular edges suggest breakage, not strictly melting. At least not on the overall damage.
Daisy Johnson	Daisy rolls the metal on her fingertips, breathing slowed down as she focuses on the harmonic vibrations of the metal. A faint smile at the impressions she feels emanating from it. She lets out a low 'Shhhhhh' as if soothing the creature slumbering under the metal. "There are .., traces. The differences are there like you said. Uru but .., different. When I felt Jane's bracelet it was a whole thing, this one is shattered. But assembling it together and yes..., it would be the same. Jane's bracelet.." Daisy blinks a couple of times before placing the piece back on the small box, "Moli." she finally answers Jemma's question. "That's her name. Female, yes." she looks at her scientist friend. "Did it talk to you as well?" she asks, curious.
Jemma Simmons	An affirmative audible response is given to Daisy as Jemma finishes her immediate analysis. She takes the piece of Moli she has and returns it to the non-takeout box with the rest of it. She then walks over, opening her own isolation box, picking up a smaller piece. "She called herself Afroth." Jemma turns to regard Daisy, while the piece of Afroth rests in Jemma's open palm. "She knew me. Of that I was certain. Called me a healer. Asked me why I heal all bodies except my own." That causes Jemma to pause. "Which...is a failing of my recent abilities gained. I can manipulate biological components on a genetic level for everything except myself. I haven't made that public knowledge." Well, Jemma hasn't made anything she can do as part of her exposure to the lifestone as 'public knowledge.' Which makes the entity's questioning of it all the more intriguing. However, Daisy confirmed that the pieces match Jane's bracelet. That, for some reason, seems to give Jemma a small sense of comfort. Even though it is in pieces...there is still something there. A presence yet. "You didn't have Afroth speak to you." That was fact, not a question. "But...you felt something there. That...that tracks."
Jane Foster	Daisy's vibrations act a bit like a comforting pet in the acceptable zone for petting a cat. Definitely not the belly, not on the paws, but a steady sweep of a palm. The projected pinpoint beam of grouchiness sticks around a little longer to prove its existence, then Moli goes back to being a quiescent neighbour living in the cat's bed. <<Did anyone even ask?>> A feminine opinion is still awfully grumbly, if mollified by pets. A voice that only Daisy gets to hear, and even that one is muffled for all its grouchiness. Tired, so very tired. So very determined to pull the metaphorical blanket over its head and go back to the black wasteland of sulking. <<You put me in a special place at least. Like I was worthy of it. Even if we aren't.>> --- The fragment in Jemma's hand is small, the same cuprous shade that belongs to no common penny. Too much of a golden trace in there. It carries the delicate shape of a plume, but is slightly curved rather than the leaf-cut of the smaller bits Daisy found. The bigger ones most definitely don't match up, different parts of a bird or winged horse or other unlikely specimen of something with wings. The sheen would be about comparable as a match. Its damage differs where and how, though clearly it's more of a brute force attack than damage done on impact. Daisy's had plenty of experience to know that, and Jemma already has proof the age and quality of the damage on her metal shards are consistent with a ballistic launch from the same point and strike with roughly equal angular momentum into a really deadly target; the earth. Bit hard to miss at range. So breaking happened before melting, and melting is limited largely to the side that came down first. Same as Moli, none of those pieces in Jemma's box show signs of fire damage. Even if Jemma did find them in freaking molten pavement.
Daisy Johnson	Those first words out of Jemma have Daisy look her way, "You also don't need to fix what isn't broken." she resting a hand on Jemma's shoulder a moment, "It's not a fault, your powers are amazing." Daisy again not being objective about it all. But then again Daisy and pragmatism are like oil to vinegar. They don't mix! "So ..., Afroth and Moli. For all I can sense out of Moli she sounds young. Not young as in toddler but mmmm, moody teenager?" Daisy knows all about being a moody teenager. We don't talk about her goth phase, mmmkay? "Sorry, Moli.." She focuses again on the metal piece she is holding, "You are worth it, and if we can we will reunite you with Jane Foster. You remember Jane?" she asks with an hopeful tone to the air. And yes, she is talking it out loud. Eyes then go back to Jemma. "Do you think Mr. Horse could know more about this?"
Jemma Simmons	"If you say so. It is one thing to study abilities of others. It is quite a different scenario when trying to determine what you yourself can do. Though, I would imagine that is familiar territory for you." Still, Jemma offers that smile of hers as she looks on. The fact that Moli sounds young garners a mild look of surprise. "Young? I felt the opposite with Afroth. Though, it could very well have been exhaustion. After all, she went through quite an ordeal." Still, she keeps her own metal piece cupped in her bare hands, while she watches Daisy in mild amusement. Yes, she figured out Daisy is talking to Moli. And, if it was anyone else, it would look rather out of place...perhaps a little crazy. But...she just had a conversation not so long ago with her own collection of shrapnel. So....Daisy gets a pass. The question from Daisy does draw a confused expression. "Grani?" Of course Jemma uses his proper name. "Perhaps? I mean, he would be more knowledgeable than either of us. It wouldn't hurt, though I am not sure what all he could offer."
Jane Foster	An opinion sharply registers in the hindbrain as the irritated fragmentary presence that is Moli essentially juts her nose in the air and hmphs! Apology is only barely accepted, the prickly reaction hauling her back out of cranky napping. Because everyone needs their nap. Certainly Moli's voice isn't loud, not the way it was when Daisy went treasure-hunting in Hell's Kitchen among the bemused residents trying to cash in on space rocks. If only they knew. <<What good would that do?>> The injured tone becomes a bitter pill, heavy and pallid. <<In this state?>> Jemma's not going to hear that response, so it's on Daisy to decide if she shares the hallucination to make it a mutual one or not. Jemma's activities don't provoke any visible response out of the larger collection or her own group of shards, though if she /thinks/ of them as shrapnel, the persistent, low-grade background hum of sorrow takes on a jagged spike thick enough for anyone in a meter radius to practically taste it on their tongue as a fuzzy greyness that envelopes and smothers out a spark of joy. Just sad. No directed attack so much as the lingering fog for several minutes, give or take. <<where was he when we broke freely?>>
Daisy Johnson	Hallucinations are always better when they are shared. So Daisy does just that, "Moli wants to be fixed." she says over to Jemma, eyes up on the scientist now, a meaningful look to her, "But she recognized the name. It's as you said, they can only be pieces of her bracelet." not that Daisy can explain why there are now so many pieces, or even various personalities. But she doesn't have to understand that in order to know what they have to do. "It's what we have to do. Fix her. Moli and Afroth." A thought occurring to her, "Do you think your powers could work?" she asks of Jemma, "If you understood their ummm, biology?" a bit of a wince. She knows Jemma will most likely frown at her for using such a word for these pieces of metal. As for Grani she smiles faintly. "He may have some Asgardian insight on what we can do. And he's Jane's steed, there's a connection between them all." Grani, Moli Afroth and Jane!
Jemma Simmons	A nod of understanding is given. "I understand that. I do believe that Afroth has the same wish. To be made whole." At least, it would make sense, considering the talk of healing bodies and such. "And I do wish to, as you say, fix her. Because I do think, if we did, there is hope to, well, find Jane again." Because it was through detection of the bracelet that they found Jane. Maybe it can be done again. Because Jemma knows that Jane's body is still alive...and hasn't deteriorated yet. There is still hope there. But then Daisy asks if Jemma could use her powers to make Moli and Afroth whole. And...that causes a start in Jemma. "I...I have not attempted such a feat. I have only been able, up to now, to affect organic material. Biological. I really have not been able to affect inorganic compounds as of yet. I mean, I could certainly try. I may not be limited to biological components, but rather anything that is consider to have life, at one point or another. But...I don't know." There is certainly doubt in Jemma's voice. She isn't sure. Not to the point she is with biological components. For once, her solid grasp of the sciences may be a hinderance to her here.
Jane Foster	The fragments remain as they have been, for the most part inanimate objects without any opinions or attitude issues.
Daisy Johnson	Lips press to a line as Daisy considers the situation. She doesn't have Jemma's analytical mind but being a hacker she knows how to think outside the box. That's paramount to doing what she does! "Are they really inorganic? We know they are metal but why couldn't they be alive? There is ONE thing we know for sure, is that they are alive." "Somehow..." The how isn't really in Daisy's field to explain. She's more of a doer. The piece she is holding gets put back on the box and she rests an hand atop the fragments, sending small soothing waves through it. "It can feel the soothing waves when I am using my powers." She tells Jemma, "That tells me there's a lot more there than just being pieces of metal."
Jane Foster	<<We live. As unwelcome proof of how awful and hateful the universe can be,>> Moli strobes a sharp metallic taste and the hurricane heat of impetuous rage inscribed on the very fabric of every thought. <<Give up what you love before it destroys you. Is that what you want, a lesson?>> That said, Moli isn't given to being very reactive either. Sulking is an active choice. Being mad at itself is an active choice, and the little pieces vibrating to the chorus of Daisy's harmonics strengthens their voice, as it were.
Jemma Simmons	Well, Daisy does have a point. After all, the pieces are talking. So...there has to be something in regards to this, right? "I will try." That utterance from Jemma is all she offers. The fact that Daisy feels response with her abilities means that there has to be something. So...maybe she can use her own abilities as a human scanner. Just to be able to find life itself. As a test, Jemma closes her eyes and just lets herself sit, to see if she can passively detect life. And....she is able to tell where Daisy is, easily. Okay, that's a positive. So...if passive works...then if Jemma actively directs that, she should be able to look for signs of life, correct? There is a bit of mental conversation with herself as she rationalizes an aspect of her powers she never tried before. However, Daisy is asking. And these fragments of a whole once protected Jane...and may do so again. Therefore, Jemma needs to try. There is no other recourse, in her mind. She has to try. With that, Jemma closes her eyes again. Her opposite hand, the one not holding a bit of Afroth, turns over, laying over her other hand and giving her metallic ward in her hand her warmth and attention. And, then she concentrates. This concentration is plainly visible, as Jemma's brow furrows and she tilts her head. There is most certainly a sense of effort being placed, even as Jemma uses Daisy's efforts as a guide. There has to be something there that Jemma can find...something that she can see, even within her mind's eye. Afroth was able to talk to Jemma. Jemma should be able to do likewise...and find her new patient. Harder...pushing harder. There has to be something. There has to be a spark within. Jemma needs to confirm. She needs to know. And...with a start, Jemma's eyes flutter open. A hand reaches out, grabbing hold of the table even as her stance becomes wobbly and shaky. The other hand clutches the metallic object within, almost cradling it as Jemma takes some time to regain her balance. And...when she speaks, she sounds winded...out of breath...as if she just ran a marathon. "I...I saw it. The lifeforce within. Each piece has a little bit, though it is easier to see in the larger ones. Hard...really hard to pinpoint, but it is there. The metal is just housing...a construct to hold. It itself isn't alive. But....I *saw* it, Daisy. I know she's there." When Jemma says 'she', it solidifies the concept in her mind. Afroth and Moli are certainly living. The uru itself doesn't matter any more than what an apartment matters for Jemma or Daisy. It is just a place for the living entity that is Moli and Afroth to reside.
Daisy Johnson	Reaching over Daisy rests a hand on Jemma's shoulder so as to steady her whe she notes her losing her balance. "Steady." she murmurs with a small nod. "What did you see?" The answer to that has her blink once but it's not as if she is -too- surprised. "Are you saying Moli and Afroth are the same entity though?" she looks thoughtful about it for a few, lips jerking to the side while considering the implications. "Could you join them?" She asks, "Or if not both Moli and Afroth at least the other pieces?"
Jemma Simmons	Returning the piece of Afroth back to the isolation box (gently!), Jemma actually does take a moment to sit down...which is something she rarely does at the lab. Once she is seated, she slides over her tablet...and instead of punching up an app, she turns to a simple note app, one that allows her to draw with a stylus or, in this case, her finger. "Well...when I tested with just passively sensing you, I could see the lifeforce, for lack of a better term, of you. How it is all uniform and contained within your body, as it should be. So, using that, I tried to see if I could find anything similar to the portion of Afroth I was holding." With that, she draws a single dot on the tablet. "And...I was able to see a presence of life. A small spark, but it was there." As Jemma speaks, she sketches out a rough diagram of the lab. "So, there was a small spark in my hand. But, in the larger aspects of Moli, I saw more." With that, a few more dots are drawn, roughly in the same spot on the diagram where the box would be located. "...and more with Afroth in the isolation box." A few more dots. "They were separate, certainly...but all at the same aspects of life. Much like, for you, a harmonic resonance is like a fingerprint. Each entity has their own unique aspects to their lifeforce that makes for ease of identification. And...if I am not mistaken, all the different aspects of life I was able to sense, for just the moment or two I had it, all had the same characteristics." As far as joining them? "Well...with the uru metal, that is more of a straight metallurgy function. That wouldn't necessarily join the essences together. But....I probably could fuse the essences back into one whole. Though...it took a lot for me just to find them. I really have no idea how much I would be able to repair without exhausting my reserves."
Daisy Johnson	Daisy has gained a certain patience for listening to Jemma's explanations that she hasn't gained with anything else. Not even Fitz when he starts going on his tangents! But for Jemma? Daisy has all the time in the world. And she doesn't even shift restlessly as Jemma goes on and on with it. She actually seems as if she's listening, thinking on the problem at hand. "And do you think that by joining the essences that it wouldn't mind they are in these smaller pieces? Would it grow too small for them?" Since they are talking of the pieces as if they were houses for the essence under. "Start slow perhaps. Just one step at a time, not trying to accomplish it all in one go. Just piece by piece." yes, she has a lot of experience trying to master her own powers, "Meditation helps as well. We could do some." a faint grin. "I promise I won't put your lab on fire."
Jane Foster	The glimmers of life in Moli shine marginally brighter and silverier than Afroth, whose shade of jade tends to grey in spots. Not unlike the tide in retreat, next to the sun spattered tempest at the low latitudes. The border taste from the not takeout container holds so many complex emotions, of which Daisy is on the receiving end from the grumpy fragments. Their opinions are certainties, harsh and coarse like its shattered edges. <<I don't know.>> Afroth in containment is still very quiet, in part probably due to the shielding. Behaving, really. Its shards all share the same drops of hue and feel that it takes Jemma a great deal of energy and effort to even taste. Active effort to pay attention to her is fairly tough. She isn't the loud one, just tears next to the growly teenager. <<Fire would be unfortunate.>> Well, not for the uru. Its melting point is far, far too high. It survived its own fire. <<I deserve to be no more than we are. We failed.>>