i won't let this break me, even when the world is shaking (♫)
[ Daisy really misses the Internet. And smartphones. And Postmates. She misses being in her own time. She misses her team. She misses being in a world where she isn't a freak among freaks, the only one of her kind in existence. But here she is, truly alone for the first time in years.
She can't say she's missed that very much.
Really, though, this whole alien monolith thing is getting old. Like, seriously universe, find a new schtick already. Surely, there have to be other, more creative ways to mess with her, but no, it's just the same old thing over and over again. But this time instead of simply being sent across space or through time, or even just having her nightmares made into reality again, Daisy Johnson has been sent to an alternate universe. The past of an alternate universe.
It's taken her a few days to accept it. Being in another time was bad enough, but searching for signs of SHIELD, every effort has led to the same conclusion: she's on her own here. And while she has absolutely no doubt that her family won't leave her in this universe that isn't hers, where she's a genetic freak of epic proportions who a dozen governments would love to lock up in a lab, she can't just sit around waiting for that to happen. If there's something she can do to get back to them sooner, they'll all be better for it.
Finding information in the digital stone age isn't easy, though. She's had to lay low since her mildly eventful arrival in the middle of Jersey, hoping that no one saw her fall out of the sky (because of course the portal had to spit her out from three stories up) or noticed the small localized earthquake that resulted from bracing herself for the landing. But, luckily, no matter the time period, it's always been easy to disappear in New York City. Picking the pockets of the rich to afford food and a bug-free hotel room leaves her plenty of time to comb through the public library.
She's sat at one of the heavy wood tables, surrounded by books and journals chronicling dozens of different types of Weird Stuff that have happened over the centuries, trying to find even one single instance that might lead to some clue of how to get home. If the monolith had dropped her here then surely there must be some way for her to get back. That's how the first monolith they encounter worked; it was a two-way door, you just had to find the right opening at the right time. Of course, some of the greatest scientific minds had worked on that problem, one in particular who was especially motivated to find the solution, and it had taken Fitz months of desperate attempts before he'd found that clue. Plus, they'd also been lucky enough that HYDRA had been so interested in the portal for their own nefarious reasons. As far as she can tell, there is no HYDRA here nor any other organization that might have the means to find such a door. In fact, it's entirely possible that no one on this entire planet has ever noticed it before. It's beyond frustrating. She'd almost rather go back to trying to decipher dense journal articles about mutants, which she'd only understood enough to piece together that they aren't Inhumans.
Has she mentioned how much she really misses the internet? ]
[ A report had came in yesterday about seismic activity near New Jersey, and while normally that wouldn't exactly be cause for concern; Erik was nothing if not thorough and more than a little vigilant after everything that had happened over the past few decades. He wishes that at the time of the report, he hadn't been busy in London; and was instead at the safehouse in New York. Then he could have been near enough to actually feel the shift in the earth, and be able to discern whether the cause was something as simple of the shifting of the plates deep beneath the surface, or... something else.
Fortunately however, one of his contacts had been near the area at the time and had used their unique mutant ability to sense other mutants - their energetic signatures and abilities; and had managed to track the individual who was likely responsible for the small earthquake.
Once Erik was teleported to the approximate location in New York, he asked both teammates to stay at a certain distance while he went inside the building of the library to investigate further. His guard was up, as usual whenever meeting a new mutant; they could either turn out to be an asset, an ally, or an enemy - there was rarely any grey territory.
He may not be able to read minds like Charles; but thanks to a lifetime of experiencing the worst in humans (and some mutants), Erik was a very good judge of character. It was part of why Genosha had thrived as long and as well as it had; he made certain not to allow anyone within it's borders unless he was certain they could be trusted to keep the location a secret; and maintain their own individual control enough not to put the residents at risk.
She's seated at the table to your left.
His teammate informs him via use of telepathy. Normally Erik loathed the invasion of anyone in his mind, even to send a simple message; but sometimes it was tactically beneficial, so he tolerated it in small doses.
He spots the woman in question, given that she was the only one at the table, surrounded by piles of books and looking for lack of a better word - lost. Not fragile, or vulnerable. Just slightly out of place.
It wasn't that strange, given that most mutants felt that way among a society that was populated by humans that feared and distrusted them.
He's dressed down, looking for all intents and purposes like any regular human she might pass on the street; and when he approaches her it's with an unassuming expression; as if he's perfectly harmless. They're in public, after all. Unless she reacts violently, he's not going to start a scene and give away what he is just yet. ]
Do you mind if I borrow this?
[ He asks politely as he lifts up one of the books near her, the one about unsolved anomalies. He recognizes the title. It's basically an entire book of theories and questions to which the simplest answer is - a mutant was responsible, and no they weren't doing it to personally terrorize anyone. The libraries were more a little biased, so he's not surprised to find it here. ]
[ The book in front of her is more frustrating than engrossing, so Daisy's attention isn't engaged enough to miss someone approaching her table. Every object in the universe vibrates at its own unique frequency that she can tap into, but without focused concentration, it's simply an enhanced awareness of her surroundings at all times. When she'd first gone through terrigenesis, she'd described her abilities as feeling like a thousand bees were trapped inside her, and that feeling hasn't dissipated in the years since.
Glancing up from the dense text on unexplained cave paintings, she sizes up the stranger with an expert eye and wary expression. After a moment, though, she nods and gestures with the pen that she's been using to jot an array of notes in a pocket notepad, the leather of her jacket worn enough to make only the softest whisper of sound as her arm moves. ]
Sure, go ahead. I've already finished with that one.
[ There's no suspicion in her voice despite the look in her eyes. If anything, she just sounds tired, worn down by fear and desperation. She can do this, she's faced bigger than this and survived... But some part of her is still terrified that this will be the one time she doesn't and her family will never know what happened to her. ]
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Fortunately however, one of his contacts had been near the area at the time and had used their unique mutant ability to sense other mutants - their energetic signatures and abilities; and had managed to track the individual who was likely responsible for the small earthquake.
Once Erik was teleported to the approximate location in New York, he asked both teammates to stay at a certain distance while he went inside the building of the library to investigate further. His guard was up, as usual whenever meeting a new mutant; they could either turn out to be an asset, an ally, or an enemy - there was rarely any grey territory.
He may not be able to read minds like Charles; but thanks to a lifetime of experiencing the worst in humans (and some mutants), Erik was a very good judge of character. It was part of why Genosha had thrived as long and as well as it had; he made certain not to allow anyone within it's borders unless he was certain they could be trusted to keep the location a secret; and maintain their own individual control enough not to put the residents at risk.
She's seated at the table to your left.
His teammate informs him via use of telepathy. Normally Erik loathed the invasion of anyone in his mind, even to send a simple message; but sometimes it was tactically beneficial, so he tolerated it in small doses.
He spots the woman in question, given that she was the only one at the table, surrounded by piles of books and looking for lack of a better word - lost. Not fragile, or vulnerable. Just slightly out of place.
It wasn't that strange, given that most mutants felt that way among a society that was populated by humans that feared and distrusted them.
He's dressed down, looking for all intents and purposes like any regular human she might pass on the street; and when he approaches her it's with an unassuming expression; as if he's perfectly harmless. They're in public, after all. Unless she reacts violently, he's not going to start a scene and give away what he is just yet. ]
Do you mind if I borrow this?
[ He asks politely as he lifts up one of the books near her, the one about unsolved anomalies. He recognizes the title. It's basically an entire book of theories and questions to which the simplest answer is - a mutant was responsible, and no they weren't doing it to personally terrorize anyone. The libraries were more a little biased, so he's not surprised to find it here. ]
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Glancing up from the dense text on unexplained cave paintings, she sizes up the stranger with an expert eye and wary expression. After a moment, though, she nods and gestures with the pen that she's been using to jot an array of notes in a pocket notepad, the leather of her jacket worn enough to make only the softest whisper of sound as her arm moves. ]
Sure, go ahead. I've already finished with that one.
[ There's no suspicion in her voice despite the look in her eyes. If anything, she just sounds tired, worn down by fear and desperation. She can do this, she's faced bigger than this and survived... But some part of her is still terrified that this will be the one time she doesn't and her family will never know what happened to her. ]