Ellie_Knightfall

I was thinking all of these as well (and thanks!).

You and Gambit, Sha w/WW and Supergirl, Risky w/Domino. There are definitely others that are escaping me.

Which looks? I have two or three in mind.

• Tessa Post
• Isis Post
• Wait for Nova to PM me

@thee_champion:

Ellie absentmindedly ran her fingers over the tablet, flowing through and past information before flicking her gaze up to Alexis for just a moment, his words about her walking sinking in. A bitter smile curved her lips, a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. She'd spent the better part of a year in a wheelchair and the cold wreaked havoc on the joints in her knees. There were nanobots of her own design running through her blood, and a clump of technology at the base of her spine that helped hold everything together. "It took a while to get there, and now I unfortunately have no excuse not to jog," she said, nodding before going back to the Colorado design.

"You are a good father," she said quietly, tilting her head back against the couch and closing her eyes for a moment. She was a grown woman, in her thirties, with more than a little lived experience under her belt. She ran what could loosely be termed a group of vigilantes. And every now and then, the lack of having her father as a figure in her life was a pang in her gut. She instead had settled for Ian as a father-figure, but nothing was quite the same.

She stopped for a moment, both in action and in thought, as the screen of the tablet froze. "I have an agent in space right now, but her focus is the Imperium, not Lavalieres. None of my intelligence indicated they were such a present threat." She laid the tablet down on the couch next to her and rested her elbows atop her knees, cupping her forehead in the palms of her hands and tugging at her hair for a moment as she thought, puzzled, her brain going a million miles a minute. How did she miss this?

Her head snapped up as what he said hit her like a freight truck and she sprung from the couch to her feet, pacing back and forth. "You have two of the Lavalieres?" she whispered, as if somebody could overhear her. "You have the Reality Lavaliere?" Her heart thumped against her chest several times before she willed it back to a natural beat. "What needs to be done in order to protect them, and what needs to be done in order to prevent the Imperium or Y-Intercept from obtaining yours, or any others"

Concern was written all over her face, her freckles standing in somewhat stark relief against her pale skin. The corrupting powers of a single Lavaliere was the thing of nightmares. Two held by one person provided an almost unprecedented level of power on a universal scale. There was perhaps nobody she would trust to withstand the potential corrupting influence of Lavaliere contact than Alexis, but even then, the concern was there.

@quintus_knightfall: G!!!!!!

Keep talking like this and you're gonna make me google it!

@thee_champion:

Her eyes narrow as she tilted her face up to look at him, tilting her head to the side as she mulled his words. It made sense, of course it made sense. He was not of this earth, even though he was well and truly mired in it, adopted by its people as their favorite son. No, of course his mind wouldn't work like a human's. In this way they were similar. Her mind filtered and processed data in ways that could be more machine-like than human, and her inherent connection to technology only furthered that connection. Sometimes it was othering, and other times it was a reprieve.

They stood in silence as Ellie turned his words over in her head. Her experiences with death were different than Tassi's would ever be, but something made her want to weep for the little Liafador whose father loved her so very much, and weep for the little girl she had been, whose father had cared nothing for her, beyond what she could do for the family legacy and his own personal gain. Her mother had been no better.

The cold evening air whipped over the roof and goosebumps broke out on Ellie's flesh as Alexis pulled the iconic red cape from his shoulders and draped it over her, as if it were an impervious shield. She pulled it tight and jokingly pulled it up over her head, created a hooded cloak, making her seem like Little Red Riding Hood. "Come inside," she said, as she began walking past him and back into the manor.

Ellie pulled his cape from around her and draped it over the back of the expansive leather couch. She looked at it for a moment, the corner of her mouth turning up in a bemused grin at the juxtaposition of an iconic symbol of heroism against something as mundane as a couch, before slipping her shoes off and tucking her legs underneath her as she settled in the corner.

In the middle of the room, over the coffee table, rose a holographic projection, mirroring what she was doing on her tablet. "You're a good father, and you know that. Tassi will always mourn her mom in some way, Alexis. You can't agonize over it. You can only support her and clear any paths in her way."

She bit her lip as her focus narrowed on the tablet in front of her, design scheme after design scheme shooting through her not entirely human brain. "I've had some space in Colorado earmarked for something, secluded and up in the mountains. Isolated, and a little cold but not Arctic. Thoughts?" she asked, looking over at him briefly before turning her attention back to the tablet perennially attached to her grip.

IT'S HAPPENINGGGGGGG

@thee_champion:

Ellie dragged a hand through her crimson hair as the purples and reds of the setting sun streaked across the sky. Red at night, sailor's delight, she thought to herself. A phrase her father had drilled into her as a young child. A wistfulness for a life that had never been hers bit at her gently as she smiled sadly at Alexis. "Tassi has a family who would burn this world and several others to the ground for her happiness. She's one of the most beloved children in the universe. This will be hard, to lose a mother who loved her with every bit of her heart, but she'll come out okay." Some dark part of Ellie pondered if she and her siblings would have been better off without the harsh hand of Grace Knightfall.

The corner of her mouth turned up in a bitter semblance of a smile as she walked past Alexis and stood at the edge of the roof with her arms crossed over her chest. The cool winter wind rippled through the thin silk of her shirt as she stood there, pondering and sinking into the guilt that always ate at her gut. She looked at him over her shoulder, her brow furrowing as she digested his words. "I don't deserve any of the credit you're trying to heap on me," she muttered. She was a billionaire with a minor messiah complex, who had more money than one could spend in several lifetimes, and who was complicit in murders that could have been stopped if she'd taking off her blinders in time and fecking done something. If she was human, she was some of the worst they had to offer.

She reached over and pulled a tablet from the table. The sleek rose gold frame was cool against her fingers as she held it out to Alexis. At her mental control, it slid through several screens, pulling up and discarding multiple files before finally opening one with a specific set of coordinates she had been keeping to herself for quite some time. "How does that suit you?"

@shield-maiden: How are you doing?????