|Minka Kinsey "Maize" Collias|
Gaze of the Ashen Moon ~ Daughter of Hades
|Owned by: Omni|
Posted on: 01:04, December 17, 2015 (UTC)
|Courtland Summers ~ X-24|
"The greater one's anger, the greater the risk that someone is going to get hurt."
|Owned by: Merlin ~ Posted on: 01:04, December 17, 2015 (UTC)|
Courtland: Courtland had only been at camp a few days. He was walking down a path in the forest, looking for a quiet spot to meditate. He had his meditation pillow under his left shoulder, and was wearing sweatpants and a T-Shirt. He picked a sport right next to a small brooke with a waterfall and sat down next to a large rock. Cortland set down his things, getting ready to meditate.
Minka: It's been a while since Minka roamed camp. She's begrudged to admit that she had missed the place. In her opinion, it was and still is the closest thing to sanctuary she'd ever experienced. Old habits died hard, and her weapons were clinched to her belt in plain sight. The forest, she notes, is still flourishing. Those nature demigods sure knew how to do their thing. Her footsteps trails down a path she has never taken, and ever so often she clicks her tongue to regain her bearings.
Courtland: Courtland sat down on his pillow when he heard someone walking behind him. He normally would ignore them and continue beginning to meditate, but given the fact that he knew almost nobody at camp yet, stopping to talk to someone may reap just as many benefits as continuing his meditation. Courtland turned his head and saw a girl who looked to be slightly older than him. "Hello?" he called to her.
Minka: Minka faltered in her step at the voice, her head immediately whipping around to the general direction of where it came from. "Who's there?" The volubility of her English was emaciated and irritating in her opinion. Dulled green eyes were peripatetic as they tried (and failed) to make eye contact. Her left hand was already rooted firmly to one of her knives, primed to move without a moment's notice.
Courtland: Courtland looked up at the girl, who was struggling to make eye contact. "Uh, down here, right in front of you." Courtland waved his hand from a seated position. "Don't worry. You do know it is safe here? Are you new? I am new here. But apparently the monsters cannot penetrate through the invisible forcefield that surrounds the camp. Why do you act as if you are threatened?"
Minka: Right in front- Oh. Cursing her misjudgment mentally, Minka brought her focus together and managed to usher her eyes to a point just above the boy's shoulder. "Nílim. I've been here for almost a year," She replied, hand not balking from the hilt. Frankly a smidge embarrassed at her peccadillo, she adopted her ascetic attitude accordingly to disguise it. "Broken Covenant members."
Courtland: Courtland nodded. "I see. They have harmed you in the past? You have plenty of pent up anger, but it doesn't seem to be directed solely towards the Covenant." he observed. Courtland scanned the girl from head to toe. "Come, sit for a while. I can help you with your anger, if you'll let me. I am Courtland Summers and a child of Lyssa, the Goddess of rage and frenzy." Courtland gestured towards the space next to him.
Minka: This being completely out of her element, Minka beat a hasty one-step-back-retreat. Absconding right now sounded like a good idea, but her accursed curiosity took hold of the reins. "For future reference, implicating that you've read a stranger's feelings is creepy as hell and I know about creepy," She replied dubiously. "You can sense anger?"
Courtland: Courtland could see the girl was getting upset. "Yes, I can, as my mother is the Goddess of Anger. I do apologize for your current anger though. I can sense it because I created it. You see, I did not expect anybody to be out here. I was told this was a quiet place in the forest. I emit an aura which tends to enrage those around me and out them on edge. I can turn it off it you would like." Courtland took a step towards the girl. "I am sorry if my social skills are not up to par with most other people. I am not very good at these things."
Minka: Minka tilted her head slightly to the side, almost thoughtfully, and pursed her lips. "Firstly, your anger detection skills are a little rusty. I don't get angry... not really." Her head tilted the other way, as if to complement her already abstruse choice of words. A bitter twitch of her lips marred her mien for a ephemeral second. "Secondly, if you apologize for your social skills all the time, you should stop; it goes only to show you really do have trouble socializing. Thirdly, I'm aware of the aura." The glaucous luster of her irises seemed to reassert itself most aggressively before sinking back to the silt composed of her blindness... and anger. Eyelids shuttered to a close and reopened to reveal the silt had melded nigh perfectly back with the sclera and the rest of the pupil. It was almost as if it had never blazed in full view earlier. "Lastly," She continued, "Collias. Minka Collias." Seeing as she had always thought mentioning her god parent was a useless frivolity, she didn't bother to add it on. Her ire gave an involuntary twitch at the thought of Hades. I don't owe him anything.
Courtland: Courtland laughed. "Oh, sweetheart, you're funny.You wish that were the case. But we all have anger. Some people express it, other suppress it. But everyone has it. Anger is an emotion, a byproduct of nature, and of living itself. It is one of the many streams of feeling, and it is a river that flows through all of us. Maybe, instead of trying to combat your anger, you should make peace with it. That's what I do, through meditating." Corralled closed his eyes, and breathed in through his nose and out his mouth. "The great Buddha once said, 'your worst enemy cannot harm you as much as your own unguarded thoughts.'" Courtland breathed in and out again, and then opened his eyes. "Even if you will not admit it in front of me, I do hope you heed my advice. It will do you a great service, I assure you."
Minka: Nobody could've seen Minka's muscles tense, not unless they had unbelievably superdemigod good eyesight. One moment she was shock still, the next her wrist had twitched experimentally as her hand held up her Celestial bronze hunting knife in a casual, comfortable manner. She blinked, seemingly surprised at her abrupt action, but clicked her tongue once to confirm Courtland was still in front of her. The tip of her blade was inches from a precise strike at his throat. "...Don't call me sweetheart," Minka stated coolly. As an afterthought, she added, "Please. My reflexes have developed a mind of their own." While her unfocused eyes were a dead giveaway to her disadvantage in fights during daylight, something about her posture and the staccato words reminded one that underestimating opponents was the one of the worst things a demigod could do. Her expression hardened, but it wasn't directed at the son of Lyssa. "I'll make peace with my anger when I'm ready to let the weakness come in."
Courtland: The knife to Courtland's throat had temporarily activated X-24 as a defense mechanism. Cortland's face went from calm, to intense. "I apologize. But Minka, the weakness has already set in. The weakness is the anger. Let me show you what I mean." Courtland called on his abilities, as he would siphon the pent up rage from Minka and transfer it to himself. Then, he sidestepped, turned, and went to put the girl in a headlock while attempting to disarm her simultaneously.
Minka: Saying Minka had been caught off guard was a lie. By the time he had sidestepped, the ex-Hunter had aimed and thrown her knife... seemingly inaccurately when it missed and imbedded itself in the trunk of a tree overhead and past Courtland. With eyes narrowed and mouth now clamped shut at the impending fight, she leaped back in the opposite direction of the son of Lyssa's sidestep and into the shade of the tree, hopefully out of arm's reach and attempted to shadowtravel to the shadow cast by her knife.
Courtland: X-24, although enraged, loved Marvel, loved fighting, and thought of himself as the real life Wolverine. "X-24 in house!" Assuming when she disappeared she was shadow traveling, X-24 unleashed a veil of rage energies to surround him, so that Minka wouldn't be able to attack him until he realized where she had gone. With it having been over six months since X-24 had last been released, there was an incredible amount of rage to fuel his powers. "Come out where ever you are, you blind bat!"
Minka: "Oh f***ing hell..." A litany of vibrant expletives exploded in Minka's mind as 'Courtland' seemed to have gone, well, mad. "Well, with a goddess of rage for a parent, can't really blame him. Must be hereditary?" While "WTF IS HE DOING?!" had shot up to #1 on her list of Top Questions of the Day, somehow Minka was thinking calmly - a side effect of being caught in so many sticky situations out of camp. And her general apathy, but whatever. It was second instinct now to swing herself upwards and into the shady branches of the tree after retrieving her knife. She perched herself cautiously on a sturdy branch, knife still in her grip, as she attempted to locate his general direction. Luckily the son of Lyssa hadn't seemed to take into account that shouting (also, that was a really sad insult he used and who the bloody hell was X-24?) was only going to help her detect him. Traps, of course, were always viable, but she opted for a hit-and-run technique. "This was a bad day to leave my bow behind," She thought grimly. One click of her tongue served its purpose, and she aimed her other knife, Luha, and lodged it a third way through another tree trunk a few feet away. The height with which she had situated herself in wasn't particularly dangerous for a demigod, but still, better safe than sorry. "Why don't you come into my cave, then?!" She retorted.
Courtland: X-24 smiled what looked to be a psychopathic smile. "Perched up there upside down like the bat you are?! How about instead I make you come to me?!" Courtland shot a beam of rage energies through the trunk of tree Minka was in, which would burn through the truck, as the tree would come toppling down. As the tree fell, X-24 made fists, and his chatters appeared in his hands. He charged towards the part of the tree Minka was originally perched in. I've been trapped for so long. It feels good to finally be free. Time to show this chick who she's dealing with. X-24 thought to himself.
Minka: In these situations, ADHD was a factor Minka was intensely grateful of. The moment a shudder ran through the tree and a buzzing thrummed heartily in her ears (damn, the nymphs would be so pissed), she reflexively shadowtraveled to Luha's shadow. Fully aware she couldn't keep pulling this stunt, her eyes hardened with resolve as she yanked her silver knife out of the trunk. Gods, she freaking wanted her bow right now. The ground was a good, steady non-leg-breaking distance away, so to insure no distractions and what the hell, the now irritable daughter of Hades thrust out a palm and attempted to open up a hellfire fissure in front of insane-Courtland. Intending it only to be a distraction, albeit a really painful one if he got literally burned, she stabbed her knives in the trunk (sorry again nymphs, life and death situation), swung down speedily, and landed on firm ground.
Courtland: The release of excess anger via the usage of his powers along with the amount of time it took for Minka to get to safety, Courtland/X-24's body had once again had time to realize that it wasn't in any life-threatening danger. Courtland was able to finally push X-24 back into it's cage in the back of his mind. What have I done? She must hate me. She probably thinks I'm insane. The nymphs are going to kill me. Alexander is going to kill me. Will I get kicked out of camp? Mom and Grandma are probably so disappointed in me right now. I failed Aaya. I can't believe I put her in danger. I can't let her tell anyone. I need to tell someone anyway. It's eating away at me. My world is crumbling around me. I... I... I don't know what to do. Courtland's mind was racing with thought after thought, potential consequence and potential consequence. Courtland feel to his knees, as he put his head down on the ground. Courtland was crying now. He began to mumble a prayer of forgiveness to the Hindu god Shiva. "Baalye dukhathirekaan malalulitha vapu sthanya pane pipasa, know shakthischenriyebhyo bhaya guna janitha, janthavo ma'am thudanthi..."
Minka: Crying was the last thing Minka expected to hear. Her first instinct was trap!, but something beyond her demigod instincts - her humanity - told her otherwise. For once in her life the daughter of Hades hesitated. "In a merciless world like this, hesitation is never an option," She recalled distantly. But was it true? Never was a word too harsh, too limiting, too grounding, and too... real. A word far too real in a world that was too unreal. Conflict sputtered in her dull eyes. Minka resisted the urge to sheath her knives and clicked her tongue once to regain her bearings. The sound resounded hollowly as she wrinkled her nose at the smell of burning wood. Damn, the nymphs were really going to kill them. For a normal demigod, it would've been impossible to make out the mumbles, but with a curse came a gift. What was that language? She took one cautious step forward, her sightless eyes falling onto a point just above Courtland's head. "...Courtland?"
Courtland: Courtland looked up, eyes watery. "I... I'm... I'm sorry." The boy sat up, as he looked around. He took in the smell of burning wood, recalled all the names he had called Minka. He closed his eyes, overwhelmed by the damage he had done. "X-24... He... He doesn't usually get loose like that. You must hate me. Or at least fear me? Why are you still here?" Tears began to fall down Courtland's face again.
Minka: Silence took Minka's place for a moment. "When you're born into something," She finally said, "you either embrace it or rid it from your life forever." One knife slid back to its sheath, leaving her left hand empty. Another step forward came with a lone breeze, and the leaves rustled with dissonance. "Hate is a habit; it's learned, it's not natural. I don't believe in hate, and thus, it has no true hold over me. Fear is natural, it's okay to be afraid." She paused, shrugged, and the faintest of ironic smiles graced her face before being whisked away to oblivion again. "Care to enlighten me on who X-24 is?"
Courtland: Courtland sat up, wiped his eyes, and sniffled a bit. He looked at Minka. "I am. Or at least, a part of me is." Courtland paused for a second. This was excruciatingly hard for him. "It all started when I was a kid.I would have these... these bursts of anger... for no reason. They were bad. I would throw things and break things; I murdered my brother. My mom had to step in. She, Nyx, and Harmonia all helped place barriers in my brain, separating the part of me that was easily angered and without any self-control from the rest of my conscience. He is the real me." Courtland looked down at the ground again, ashamed.
Minka: Minka's green eyes were tilted along with her head after she dared the last few steps forward. There was one seemingly eternal moment, then the sound of her knife gliding back into its sheath came. "Want to know something funny?" Her voice was lowered with an underlying shadow of an old scar slit back open. "We say gods are inhuman, yet they're actually the most humane version of us. They're complex, they have so many different personalities, and they're always changing and always growing." She bent to his level, and behind those unfocused eyes, a hard layer of cynicism seemed to thin. "And when you say that your dark side is you, then you're wrong. What most people don't understand is-" She pointed a finger at him. "-every part of you is the real you. The good parts, the bad parts, and everything in between. It's a common, yet fatal mistake. You told me earlier I should make peace with my anger. I'm telling you now that sometimes you have to make compromises with yourself." The daughter of Hades tensed and straightened, turning her head away as if she was trying to hide something in those expressive, yet otherwise mostly useless eyes. "It's not about if you're a murderer, it's about remembering, knowing, and believing you're not."
Courtland: Courtland shook his head. "I wish that were true, and might be for some people, but not me. My mother is the goddess of madness. My biological father is mentally insane. He is in a psychiatric hospital, most likely for the rest of his life. If the gods hadn't intervened, I would be suffering the same fate as my father, except nobody would have been able to stop me due to my powers. I'd be like the Incredible Hulk when he didn't understand his abilities. I'd be walking time bomb, that when it blows destroys everything in its path before getting ready to blow up again." Courtland sighed. He knew Minka was right to an extent, but knew that doing what she recommended put everyone around him at risk of getting hurt. "X-24 is me. I know that. My fears are his fears, my passions are his passions, my loved ones are his loved ones. We are the same person, but I don't have emotional instability. X-24 can only escape from the back of my mind and take control in life or death situations, when I might need his rage to survive. When you put your knife to my throat, you triggered the opening of his cage in my conscience. Keeping him locked away is for the best, trust me."
Minka: "My mother died of insanity," Minka blurted out. She clapped a hand over her own mouth, slightly baffled and feeling considerably more vulnerable at that tidbit of information. "...and I almost did too, so I get where you're coming from." Torn between the past and the present was a dilemma she always faced. Even now, the tiniest reminder of Lisbeth tossed her into a bank vault full of vivid, painful memories. Sometimes she honestly wanted to grab a bottle of Lethe and wipe all the memories away... but ignoring something never truly equaled it to never having existed. F*ck. In that moment of turmoil, an idea struck her with all the force of a speeding bullet. Maybe her case was different, since she was cursed, but as she was still part human, a fragment of hope and human naivety still sparked in her. "Couldn't you request something safer from the gods for your Marvel friend? Like I don't know, a safety button whenever they decide to come out of the house?" Minka cocked her head to the side and started drumming her fingers on the hilt of her sheathed knife. "Or you could ask them to change it to some other, less fatal problem?" She wanted to gesture towards her eyes, but decided that she had revealed too much information already.
Courtland: "I'm sorry to hear that." Cortland sighed, and took a pause before speaking again. "Unfortunately, I need X-24 as a self defense mechanism. He has to stay. As Courtland, it is almost impossible for me to get mad, so I struggle to use my powers to their full potential. But X-24 has so much excess rage, I wouldn't be surprised if he could burn down half of camp without draining it all. Nix said that in order to keep X-24, he always needs to be locked away somewhere, so I can let him out when I really do need him. Plus, my mom is the goddess of madness. She would look weak if she couldn't deal with her own child being insane."
Minka: "You're not insane." Her own conviction surprised her, but for once, her less than ideal brain-to-mouth filter didn't worsen things. "You're just sharing a mental room with a identical twin with anger management issues." Minka blinked once, then twice, then pinched herself on the arm. "Are you sure neither of you have the passive power of making people more optimistic about this accursed world?" Expelling a burst of carbon dioxide, she tore her hand away from the hilt with some effort. "Nyx, huh." A faraway look soaked her features for a nanosecond. The whole destructo-mode-armageddon thing was far from making her bat an eye. Fitting enough, she decided, to be the daughter of her father and be so accustomed to death and destruction. How sad was that? "That is quite the predicament. I don't think neither the pegasi nor the nymphs would appreciate it if you Hulked out." Her fingers seemed to have disconnected completely from her conscious control, and was tapping away once more. Her eyes drifted almost subconsciously towards the sky, escorted by her usual scowl. I have no idea what any of us demigods ever did to deserve any of the bull**** you guys and the Fates put us through, but this is getting really old. There was no rumble of thunder, surprisingly enough. "That's it, then? You can do absolutely nothing but shoulder the burden for the rest of your life?" She twisted her head from side to side. "I didn't think fate could be any more cruel."
Courtland: "I can assure you, we do not. I'm simply sharing an experience you seem to connect to somehow. I appreciate your empathy. Even though I may not be able to do anything about X-24, I would not want to. I do not see my life as burdened. She is a part of me. Have you ever heard of the Chinese belief of yin and yang? A balance in the soul that exists in all of us, in all of existence? X-24 is simply, the yin to my yang. She balances me. You can't know the true me with out knowing both sides of me. If one were to love me, the true me, that would mean loving both of us. As X-24 may be another person, but we are one in the same."