forum Angelina get yourself over here

Started May 31, 2019 by @bubblegum

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(here's a basic list:
-shield
-teleportation
-invisibility
-illusions
-shadow form
-becoming an actual shadow
-pure dark
-pure light
-balls of energy
-also adjusting the lighting)

Desi still clung to P.J's shoulder and Adira was at a loss for words. Stream practically flowed out of every pore in her body, and a cold, serial killer look had entered her soul. Before anyone could say anything, Adira grabbed Maverick (with a gun still vaguely in his direction), and strode upon the ship; just as it was beginning to lift off.
People gaped as they watched Maverick wink at the cameras, until the airlock slammed shut.

P.J, Desi, Quill, and Sherry ran to the nose of the ship immidiately, Quill setting into position in the pilot's seat with Sherry right next to him, P.J glancing around and eventually setting Desi down on a victorian-era couch before slumping down on a lawn chair across from it, panting. "You know," She began, "I can't imagine we've ever done that before."
Quill barked out a laugh. "As tough as you are, P.J, we have. You'll need to recharge, too, but in the meantime, mind doing a round along the ship? I don't see that solider girl on the ground anymore, so I'm thinking…"

istg if you teleport my characters off the ship

nah, otherwise P.J would teleport with them
P.J sighed and nodded, taking shadow form and walking out of the nose to go around the ship.

Maverick sighed. "Well… looks like we're going right back to where he started."
They were right behind the nose of the ship and heard the entire conversation.
"Might as well meet fire with fire," Adira shrugged, stepping out from the corner in the wall they were hidden in. She met face to face with grey eyes.

P.J's eyes widened and she switched herself invisible on instinct, couching and walking behind them. "Um…hi, I guess. Please, um, leave, most of the crew is drunk and/or not responsive."

Maverick muttered from behind the corner. "I wish I was drunk right now."
"I wish I was, too, honestly," she agreed.
Startled out of his mind, Maverick immediately transitioned to flirting player mode. "I could think of some very interesting things to do while both drunk."
Simultaneously, Adira and P.J sighed. (kinda controlled your character is that okay?)

in small doses yes
"Can you, like. Shut up? And leave?" P.J plucked the gun out of Adira's hands while still invisible, and then flickered back into view. "I have. Like, magic, if you weren't aware."

Adira threw up her hands in annoyance. "What use is a gun when you can just teleport away anyway?"

"If I left, you'd be here. If I made you leave, I'd have to go with you. Or I could just, like, throw some light at you, but that makes me a little weak in the knees. So I have a gun," She explained, shrugging. "Also, the girl Desi is in there. If I get her for you will you leave?"

Meanwhile, Sherry had gained control of themselves and convinced Quill he could fly the ship. "Quill, Quill. I'm not drunk anymore. I have no recollection of the past four hours, but I know where we're going, so chill. Go help the random girl on my couch," They drawled, gesturing to Desi.

Quill got up and went over to Desi, who was still passed out on the couch. Sitting next to her, he tapped her head gently. "Anyone home?"

Desi jolted awake. "Home? Home! My hOmE?! What about my flowers, huh? Where's their home?" She poked Quill on the shoulder - it was a good poke, too.
"Oh good freaking lord I don't want that girl with me," Adira whined, in a very unprofessional manner. Surprised at herself, she immediately startled. "That slipped out unintentionally," she apologized to Desiree.
Maverick shrugged. "Unless I'm forced to leave, I'm not leaving. I don't have anything left for me on Earth, either," he confessed quietly.
Suddenly, in the silence that remained after, Adira did a foot sweep and swiped the gun from P.J. "I don't care if you get a 'little weak in the knees', darling," she seethed.

"Yeah, okay, fine." P.J responded, not speaking maliciously but rather sounding offended. She flickered herself invisible and conjured up an identical illusion of herself in front of Adira.

"Oh, shut up, you dinguses. Whats-your-name with the dark hair, you're on the crew now. Get in the seat," Sherry ordered prissly, patting the seat next to them with painted nails (that were perfectly on point.)

"Oh. Um. Yeah, about those, they're gone, sorry, wasn't me. Don't poke me," Quill began, scooting away from Desi. "I, uh, don't know, but glad you're awake. No, seriously, I really have no idea what to do with you."

(I assume whats-your-name was Maverick?)
"I need a drink. Right now." Maverick declared, eyeing the seat Sherry patted with suspicion. His had a steely, unwavering gaze that demanded authority. A very different Maverick than the one who had smiled casually just earlier.
Desi latched herself onto P.J, only to grasp thin air. "I'm pretty sure the girl has abandonment issues-" Adira started. "Well. F*ck. You." Adira snarled. "The first words I was gonna say that didn't come along with loathing and despise, yet of course its an illusion!" Adira turned around, backing into the corner, her gun behind her.

(yeah)
P.J ran out of the corner Adira backed herself into before she got squashed, trying to reason. "You could just leave, you know! LEAVE!" Although Sherry and Quill were used to it, it was normally a little unnerving to hear shouting from thin air.

Quill, noting what Adira had said, walked up to Desi and put a hand on her shoulder. "Sorry, P.J likes to make illusions." He leaned forward to whisper in her ear so Adira and Maverick wouldn't hear. "You can always tell which is a illusion and which is real, because the leather jacket usually reflects light in real life."

Sherry grinned and spun around in his chair at Maverick, holding up a bottle of wine. "Lucky for you, I'm an alcoholic. Please have a seat."

(this is our friend group it really is I've assigned everyone a role)

All suspicion cleared from his features and Maverick gladly took a seat next to Sherry. Being an alcoholic, ya know, just automatically wipes your record clean. Maverick took the bottle and took a swing, not caring for manners whatsoever. "You have good tastes." He even dared to add a wink.
Desi, although thoroughly betrayed by P.J's illusion, still held onto her arms like a child. "You're forgiven, Quill." she added. "Also, here's a poke of friendship." (Desi is kinda Emerson)
Adira was still salty. (Of course she was she's Adira) "You know, P.J, that's a really tempting offer. However, unlike you, I can't just teleport back to Earth, become a shadow, or create illusions. So sorry to disappoint."

"Precisely. I'm happy to give you a parachute. Or chuck you out the airlock," She considered, shifting into a shadow and sticking to the wall behind her. It's me

Quill giggled a little, sitting back down with Desi. "Thank you. Glad I'm forgiven. Now…do you want to go home for real?" Lily/Lani

Sherry winked back, smirking a little as he uncorked the other wine bottle. "They keep telling me not to drink while piloting the thing. But you know, they aren't alcoholics." She shrugged and gave the controller a little hit. "I like to give this old piece of junk a little razzle dazzle from time to time." Zoey/Owen/Me

Adira rolled her eyes, but slightly enjoyed the banter. Just slightly. "You know, I've been dying to test out a theory. If I shoot a bullet at your shadow form, will it ricochet, pass through, or actually strike you?" Me/you/someone with a hotter temper
Desi shook her head, hair flying in innocence. "I really loved my flowers though. But it's so pretty here!" she gleefully exclaimed. Her laughter ran through the air.
Maverick quirked an eyebrow. "That's not the only thing pretty," he swaggered, the flirtatious mask slipping on so easily no one noticed. it's fun to write flirty characters

"It would pass through," P.J explained, rolling her eyes. Adira seemed to match her personality, and it was fun arguing with her, although she'd never admit it.

Quill grinned and tilted his head. "You think this ship is pretty?" He looked around, making various facial expressions. "To each their own, I suppose. We all think it's a complete piece of junk."

Sherry grinned. "You're quite the flirt, aren't you?" He took another swig of wine and kicked the controller, sending the ship to a sudden right turn. "I like to give this old bathtub a run for its money, you know?"

Merely raising an eyebrow, Adira thought out loud. "Can I test the theory when you're in human form, then?" She smirked.

Flustered, Desi pretended to ignore Maverick's comment. "But it's so beautiful! All the scraps come together perfectly to form- it's like a collage," words tumbled from her mouth, desperately trying to continue the previous conversation with Quill.
The entire ship jolted and Desi flew right into Quill. "Oh, sorry," she mumbled, embarrassed.

Meanwhile, Adira's gun flew out of her hand. "Not f*cking again," she said, exasperated. She posed a glance at P.J, almost waiting for her shadow to swipe it.

"Oh ye-EAH!" Maverick whooped, watching the chaos, delighted. The open beer bottle, unsurprisingly, coated him in alcohol but he didn't care. Slipping a hand inside his jacket, he pulled out a bottle of whisky. Almost sheepishly, he gestured to the bottle. "Y-ya always gotta… have some extra… on you." He fumbled out his excuse.

"No-" P.J, indeed, swiped the gun into her shadow hands, the effect making the gun press against the wall where her shadow was. "Shoot," She mumbled, melting into human form before flickering herself invisible.

"It's fine - you're fine," Quill mumbled, grabbing her shoulders to keep her balance. "Told you the ship was junk. Glad you like it, though."

Sherry laughed loudly, spinning himself around to the controls. "Alright, folks, you might wanna grab a seat. Rock and roll, buckeroos!" He yelled, spinning a switch as the ship rushed into space-year drive.

Sherry is freaking awesome
"I'll get it back," Adira vowed to herself. Her hands were clenched and eyes still burned bright blue in flame, but her composure relaxed. "Watch your back, P.J."

"Junk? This is fun!" Desi exclaimed, practically bubbling in giddiness. It is painful to write Desi She grasped Quill's shoulders, bouncing in excitement. She paused, as if a thought struck her. "Hey," she wondered, "where are you from in this universe?"

Maverick observed Sherry, gently smiling. It was… weird to watch someone so comfortable in their own skin, not having to worry about hiding or getting attached to people. It reminded Maverick of a younger him, or maybe even a possible present him. "Yes people," he shouted in exhilaration, "please do grab a seat. Grab it tightly and really nestle in, it's gonna be a rocky ride," he promised, his voice full with innuendo.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." P.J mumbled, grinning and sliding into the seat behind Sherry.

Quill shrugged and sat on the couch. "A working planet most people forget. Merico. These two idiots flounced in one day, I and I just decided, 'shoot, I'm with them."

"Hee hEe!" Sherry giggled in joy as the ship advanced to hyper speed. "I'm shocked the old gal can even do this anymore. Give 'em the old razzle dazzle, eh? Yeah, go on - oh my jesus christ," They yelled as they were all thrown back in their seats.

"Sherry what the MOTHER FU-" a glance at Desi cowering in the corner made Adira halt mid-sentence. "FU… uh, FUDGE are you doing?!"
A nonchalant shrug only enraged Adira more. "That's it," she ordered. "Maverick, you're taking the whe- this is a bad idea. Desi- no. Quill… or P.J, take the wheel." No response.

"I would gladly take your wheel anytime-"
"SHUT. UP."
"So you're the dom in relatio-"

Desi, of all people, interrupted. Everyone quieted at her timid voice. "Um, guys?" She pointed a hesitant finger at the view outside. "We're kind of heading straight at a…"