Oceana (union verse RP)

Sue gave the President an icy glare, the quiet terrifying kind of glare that only a woman who could utterly destroy you by thinking hard enough could give, coupled with hints of disapproval.

“No one dies today” She stated before once more vanishing a flare of light, seeking out the thoughts and locations of someone she was very annoyed with at this point, the person she had arrived at the island with, Jack Wolf.

Shielding her eyes with a hand, and with her white hair buffeted around and almost lost against the icy background, Sue strode forward.

“It’s over Jack, they’ve given up, the Jills won’t listen to them any more and the people responsible are going to stand trial, there’s no need to destroy anything more, no one has to die here Jack!”

“And if I let you keep doing whatever it is your dong down here you destroy the whole place and everyone dies, you don’t leave me with much of a choice do you Jack?”

Her fingers were starting to go a little numb due to all the ice being flung around, but Sue wasn’t about to let that stop her.

“Just stop the destruction Jack, we can go find a nice place to rest with your sister, get these people all fixed at last, there’s no need to damage anything else”

“If you can get us out of here, to the harbour, hell just onto the islands surface. I’ll stop else...”

A series of ice blades flew towards them, Jack Wolf’s answering wave, shook the island again.

“I can’t defend myself without this extra power... and with this power, I can’t ... use any finesse. It’s like trying to build a house of cards, with a sledgehammer.”

“Fine, but you stay still where I put you okay? I have enough on my plate helping these people without worrying about you running off” Sue aid as she pushed herself through to the eye of the ice storm, looking a little blue and frosty coated, she none the less offered Jack a hand, ready to teleport him to a nice high spot on the island.

Then she planned to go back to the President, and start helping these people before something else went wrong.

“So...” the president said, as Sue re-appeared “He has his sister, now how are you going to fix the damage you’ve caused?”

Her desk had been up righted, and she sat behind the battered and chipped wooden barrier, fingers together, looking over her hands at the psychic hero.

“Damage -I’ve- caused? Yo- right I’ll just stop myself there, repairs can be made to your island but as of right now we have a bigger concern don’t we? I’m going to need to see one of the people affected by this lack of will to live issue inflicted on you”

Sue paused, starting to pace, “Then I can see what the damage is and how easy or hard it’ll be to undo for good”

The president opened a draw, well dragged the damaged draw out spilling its contents on the floor, after it refused to slide open, from among the discarded papers she picks up a walkie-talkie.

“This is President Goose, please bring one of the sleepers to my office, immediately.” She spoke into the device.

After ten or so minutes, two men arrived; they had a third man with them on a hospital bed, with some sort of drip going into his arm. He was laying, as if at resting, just staring at the ceiling with no motions other than his breathing. He looked almost skeletally malnourished, all skin and bones.

“They just fall down, and wait to die” the president said, after she had dismissed the two bed bearers. With a nod, they went to wait outside.

Sue grumbled quietly to herself as she made her way over to the man laying on the bed, so much was wrong here, why was it always so hard to get the right thing done?

Regardless, Sue places her hand on the vacant mans forehead, letting out a soft sigh, “If you’ll keep distractions to a minimum please?”

Without waiting for a response Sue eased her mental barriers, gently letting her mind seep into the mind of the almost comatose figure and starting her search for psychic damage, it was done psychically after all, that’s what everything pointed to, just a case of working out what and how to reverse it…

Sometime in the past the man’s mind had been twisted, along with his body. The changes driven into his mind, had in turned caused his body to change. An anti-placebo you might call it, the unconscious changes his mind had made to his body, would pass to his children and their children, forever making the presence of the Wolf known to the world.

His mind was in disarray, for years his survival instincts, had warred with the dark command driven into his very being by the dying Wolf’s howl, slowly that instinct had worn out. The Jill’s had helped, fixing his emotions, bolstering his desire to live, but one day when his will had ebbed low, their hadn’t been anyone nearby and he finally fell to the command.
That command, that dark geis carved into his very psyche?

Die

So simple. It really was, almost elegant in its simplicity, if Sue would ever allow herself to complement such monstrous work at any rate. Yet simplicity had strength, something complicated would be easy to disrupt, to collapse in on itself.

This was pure unadulterated hate and psychic energy forged into a simple one word command, not what Sue had been expecting at all.

However, just as she refused to even consider a compliment to the work, she likewise refused to give up on fixing it, lighting the fire of hope on top of the dull red command, feeding the brilliant blue flames with orange strands of compassion, trying to burn the command straight out of this mans head.

Slowly, so agonizingly slowly, the command was removed. It would take time, but the man’s mind would fix his body, no longer would he be dragged towards an un-natural death.

The man stirred slightly, looking around, but lacked the strength to speak out, or move more.

Sue’s hand slid off the mans forehead, and she stepped back with a sigh, that took a bit of doing.

“There, see permanent fix, doable, what you should have done from the start, now how am I going to do that to the entire city…”