forum Father I crave a t t e n t i o n / rp partners needed

Started January 21, 2021 by @ElderGodSwimwithGamers group

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Hailstrom was silent, only moving to the aircraft Shea had picked out. They sat down, not looking at the vigilante woman and strapping in.
"This is a bad brain bubble," he finally said, still not looking up.

"Bad brain bubbles are often the best brain bubbles, Frosty," Shea retorted, flipping a few random switches and hoping it would do something. She smiled when the engine roared to life and let out a soft laugh when the hangar wobbly flip-shutter opened into the grey sky. cloud juice was still pouring from heavy clouds, soaking the entire earth below. Shea removed her helmet once more and tossed it into the empty third chair behind her.

"Not when the brain bubble is going to get you mind fucked and turned into a puppet," Hailstrom mumbled to himself. They looked out ad Shea started to figure out the controls, arms folding in front of their chest. He looked away from the front after a moment, to anywhere but Shea.

"Ha, no one can beat me at my own game." Shea focused on figuring out how to steer and fly the ship. She would've asked Hailstrom but she was way to proud to admit that she needed help. "Alright, I think I got it." Shea pressed a few more buttons, smiling wickedly when the aircraft set into motion, rolling and rolling to where the ship dropped off into the clouded sky. The engines roared around her and soon enough they lifted into the air.

"He's been playing it much longer than you have," Hailstrom shot back. They didn't bother trying to speak when the engines started and they were flying, keeping to themselves. This was going to be bad, very, very bad. Shea was a fool.

"Yeah, but I'm better," Shea snorted and found the auto-pilot, setting the course to wherever in Europe. "And before you diss me again, Frosty, keep in mind that if I can crack into your big head o' nothing, I can crack into anyone's." Shea reclined in the chair, putting her hands behind her head of chestnut hair and kicking her purple combat stompy weather clompers up on the control panel where she assumed there wasn't any important buttons.

"From what I could tell, it took quite a bit more to crack into me than others you've faced," Hailstrom pointed out. "And now you're running off to fight the man who made me that scared in the first place. And he has less fear than I do. Not to mention his power…" Hailstrom looked away, lips pursing. He didn't go into detail.

"To be fair," Shea cracked an peeper open and glared at Hailstrom. "That wasn't even my full potential. It usually only takes a fraction of my powers to get into people, but you were the exception. I really only used about 75% of my abilities for 15 seconds and that was enough to get to to break." Shea blew a piece of hair out of her face and snuggled deeper into the chair. "So this big, bad boss or whatever will be nothing."

"Well, that's it. Even if it only took that much, with that little time, my fears were already coming up to the surface without any influence from you, and you were able to do so because of that momentary weakening. And this man… he's stronger than me, in the mind, and he's much, much more powerful."

Shea huffed, opening her peepers to observe the GPS built into the controls of the aircraft. She wanted to continue arguing with Hailstrom, but it was clear that it wasn't going to get them anywhere. "We still have six hours before we land in Europe," She noted, bringing her leghinges to her chest and resting her chin on her kneecaps. "Anything you wanna talk about?" She shot Hailstrom a side glare. "Like maybe why you're connected to this man and why you're so afraid of him?"

Hailstrom fell silent when he was asked such direct questions.
"I…" the vigilante looked away, arms drawing closer to their chest. "He's my father," Hailstrom said, voice quiet. "And the reason I died."

Shea raised an eyebrow and looked over at Hailstrom. "The reason you.. died?"

Hailstrom nodded, not council gathering Shea's gaze.
"The snowstorm I was caught in when I was a ankle-biter, it gave me my powers… after it took my life." The snowstorm was common knowledge- the poor frozen ankle-biter, barely alive when rescuers found them.
"I'm not even sure how I'm alive now."

"Wow," Shea muttered. "I know you became an icicle and stuff… but I didn't know you died. Mine's not even close to that dramatic," Shea laughed softly. That was just like her, always making jokes because she was too scared to show true feelings. The second things got emotional was when she was far, far away. But she was stuck in a small aircraft. With nowhere to go but down.

Hailstrom gave a dry grunt in response. Whenever Hailstrom got emotional, he shut up and usually killed someone. Old habits died hard, I suppose.
"It's not the worst of it. Honestly? I think it's the only reason I'm not still…" The vigilante trailed off, peepers climbing to look out the see-through wall.
"Do you want to know, who my father is?"

"I'm assuming he's the man that you were so scared of. same thing with all those scientists and the pilot." Shea smacked a piece of gum in her mouth, where she got it was a mystery.

"That is correct," Hailstrom admitted. "But it's why we're so scared of him that matters. He… his powers." The vigilante took a deep breath, blinking slowly.
"He is LokJaw." A well-known villain, in many places. The puppet master. The one who'd lock your body down, trap you in while he controlled everything you did. All by just looking him in the peepers, just for a moment.

"Oooooh…." Shea widened her peepers and nodded slowly. "I have no brain bubble who LokJaw is. But he sounds pretty scary." Shea stretched, letting her shoulders pop and rolled her neck. "So, does he have any noticeable strengths? Weaknesses? Have a wife or any kids that he cares about?"

"He's powerful," Hailstrom said, falling back on his cold processing of information to try to keep calm. He'd never talked so much about his father…
"And I don't know of any weaknesses. Whatever you do, don't make peeper contact. His power let's him control people at any time after making peeper contact at some point. No wife, and a daughter he controls directly."

"Mmm, you got a sister?" Shea asked. "And as for the peeper-contact thing, does he have to see my peepers? Or do I just have to see his?" Shea watched Hailstrom carefully. She could feel the tension building within him, and Shea knew that she couldn't draw any more fear away from him without releasing the fear she already had locked away.

"It has to go both ways," Hailstrom explained. "But he's very good at making sure that people have their peepers exposed." He didn't say a thing about his sister, arms going around his chest again. It was… something they couldn't talk about. Not at all.

"So do you think that this puppy-" Shea reached behind her to grab her signature motorcycle helmet with the reflective purple visor from the seat. "Will be able to stop JockLaw or whatever?"

"Lok. Jaw. And it might… You'll have to be careful, though. Very, very careful." Hailstrom shook his head, looking out the see-through wall for a moment.
"You're going to be facing him on your own. If I'm in the same human containment unit as him… Well, he's already used his ability on my, so if he sees me in person he'll take… Control."

"So… anyone he's taken control of once, he can do it again without having to look at them in the peepers?" Shea asked, a chestnut eyebrow rising. "Sounds like a Gary Sue to me… Those aren't any fun to go up against."

"No, I think it's just because we're related. It's why he wasn't controlling the men we saw on the ship- if it had been his daughter… He'd have been the one in control." Hailstrom shook his head some, not referring to the daughter as his sister.

"What about your mom?" Shea asked, checking her mouthstones in the visor of her helmet. "Did LokJaw kill her off after she had you and your sister?"

"No, died in battle." Hailstrom looked at Shea a moment. "So we won't have to worry about that threat. Any other questions about the LokJaw family?" Hailstrom was slightly irked, that Shea was asking so many personal questions. Still, they weren't about to not answer if it was important to the upcoming battle.

"Does your sister have any powers? Will your father use her as a puppet when I'm gonna go fight him?" Shea kicked back in her seat again. "And if worse comes to worse, would you be okay with me killing her?"

"Not that I know of, but she could have gained some as I have. Most definitely- he would never let go of his hold on her. And yes, I would be." Death was better than a puppet, after all. The men on the ship had known that, and Hailstrom did too. He'd experienced it, after all.

"Death would be better than LokJaw's control…" Shea drawled out as she chewed on the thought. "Sounds dramatic." Shea looked over at the GPS, the red dot indicating their location informing that they were still 5 hours away from LokJaw's base. "We still got five hours and I'm running on like 16 minutes of sleep so I'm gonna crash for a little bit." Shea stretched out her arms and reclined her seat so it was almost horizontal. "Try not to kill us while I'm sleeping, Frosty." And with that, the vigilante was out.