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A Whole Lot of Catching Up (Pre-Soiree)
With the success of her new gallery, the new apartment, and all the voulenteer work she had been doing, Alisa felt like a completely different person. Despite all the hard work getting done, it never felt like it was enough. Never enough to change things, or make up for all the wrongs that she had done. While all of that weighed on her, something weighed on her even more. Ryan.
She had never told him what she was, what she used to do. How could she enter a relationship with someone without telling them the complete truth? It hurt her heart more than when she lost her leg. It took every ounce of strength just to give him a call and invite him over to the new apartment.
In truth, she worried that telling him the truth might lead to the end of their relationship. But she owed it to Ryan to let him know the truth of who she was, and who she is now. Maybe, he would understand.
She had never told him what she was, what she used to do. How could she enter a relationship with someone without telling them the complete truth? It hurt her heart more than when she lost her leg. It took every ounce of strength just to give him a call and invite him over to the new apartment.
In truth, she worried that telling him the truth might lead to the end of their relationship. But she owed it to Ryan to let him know the truth of who she was, and who she is now. Maybe, he would understand.
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"As for 'ow I got it... I was helpin' Alistaire wit' a "task", an' we weren' expectin' a suicide bomber in de mission. De blast woulda killed him, but not me. So I shielded him wit' my body jus' as de bomb exploded. Turns out, I expended all o' de rage dat fueled my powers, an' my leg was blown off right below de kneecap. Dr. McCoy did everyt'ing he could to save it... but it was a lost cause."
She smiled a little at him. "I was offered a better leg, sumt'ing bionic. But... I messed up t'ings an' never felt right takin' it. Don' know where I should find one, now... or if I should get one. Do we really need me wit' a bionic leg wit' weapons in it?"
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"I don' even know what to call myself if I do become a hero, or where to start. If you got any suggestions... I'm open to dem." She put her leg back down, closing her eyes for a moment as she listened to Ryan's breathing and heart.
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"I mean, I was t'inkin' dat maybe I should become de next "Ms. Marvel" or sumt'ing."
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"Dis dress don' suit me, does it? It's like a skin dat ain' even mine. Like I'm pretendin' to be sumt'ing I'm not." It was hard for her to admit that. "I'm a badass. I don' like to be made weak, I don' like to be scared, an' I don' like bein' told I'm pathetic. I ain' any o' dem t'ings. I'm a powerhouse an' should stop hiddin' de fact I am who I am."
"I want to go back out dere an' kick ass again, Ryan. But dis time, kick de asses o' people who truly deserve it." That old smirk of hers came back on her face.
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Somewhere along the way, he'd gotten sidetracked.
"Well, how would you like to start going about kicking ass and taking names?"
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"I'll start small, move my way up. I mean, I'm used to bein' a tank. Jus' rollin' in an' doin' damage. I gotta learn to do t'ings differently."
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"I don' t'ink a tank 'as a vehicular opposite." She tried to keep herself composed, but it was hard to do. "I wonder who could teach me more finesse? You wanna volunteer?"
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"T'ink de Iron Fist would even train me?" She raised an eyebrow. "An' where de 'ell would I find'em?"
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Alisa then thought for a moment, before giving Ryan another kiss.
"You know what, I'll jus' contact de Xavier School an' see what dey can do for me. I need to work on my powers, anyway... an' it takes A LOT for me to admit dat. After I attend dis silly Soiree, I'll make a call."