After a long second of having to remind herself that running away every time a conversation doesn't go her way doesn't get her anywhere, Ava peeks the top of her head up back through, brows furrowed and hands clutching at the floor to keep her stabilized.
And then flicks one of the cranes at the Captain. She'd use her words, but her mouth is in the floor so not exactly useful at the moment.
Well. Skulduggery did call her such a child recently. But who has time for being mature. That's for people with boring 9-5s and 401ks and got to actually grow up in a way conducive to being a functional adult. Her eyes roll in response.
She stays mostly submerged in the floor, but does reach an arm out as she dances another crane a bit closer to where he sits, tipping it nose down with careful balance. Then sets another next to it, similarly positioned like they're bowing, or praying.
"What kind of god do you want to be?" she asks, still carefully arranging the cranes around him. She's propped up on her elbows now, legs swinging back and forth below the surface.
One with universal power. It's never been done before, as far as I can tell. The supreme being of one reality will always be able to find one where they're weak... I won't settle for that.
She nods along as if this is perfectly reasonable. "Right, because each reality seems to function by different sorts of laws," she gives the bag a little shake to spill more of the cranes out, continuing to arrange them.
"But here everything seems to... work simultaneously without any contradiction," so she's observed from her conversations with the magic users and their differing sources and systems. "So is there a deeper universal principle, or is that something you made possible within this... pocket dimension?"
Chaos. If that counts as a principle. It's a school of magical thought that almost requires combining drastically different systems and seeing what happens. It's been... [vague hand gesture] conducive enough.
"A bit like entropy?" Ava asks, because that's something she understands well enough. "That makes sense, given the scope of your goal. We're representatives of different power systems, and you're seeking control of them all. Run us through a few scenarios, apply some pressure, observe the outcomes. It's quite scientific of you." Mostly because he dared call her magic before.
"But given you limited mine... I think you've already proven your own power superior to ours, at least within the confines of your sigils. Contained systems are much easier to maintain. So what..." Ava turns one single crane away from the Captain, because you always need a rebel.
That's just it, though. Only here. [sigh] If I were to actually enter your reality, for example, I would be no match for any native. I can't seem to get the systems to communicate outside of here.
"Hm, that does sound like a problem," Ava agrees rather sympathetically, propping her chin in her palm as she ponders. "Maybe the systems need to go to couples therapy." Small snort.
"Conceptually, though," Ava crawls the rest of the way out of the floor, legs folded beneath her. "Until you make it functional within the real worlds, sounds more like an illusion to me." See, attempting magical terminology. "But. I like theories. And from what I've heard of so many of these worlds, they could do with a little breaking."
It's certainly not a primary objective, but turning things upside-down for other realities' god-types does sound like a wonderful bonus. Yours alone... That Thanos character always struck me as someone who would have a very funny facial expression when his planned future crumbled around him.
[a sort of wistfulness that belies the level of the objective...]
"Certainly a way to prove you're better than they are."
The name means nothing to her, and she has no face to imagine such an expression upon. She'll take his word for it. "Is that who turned half the world to dust?" She's only heard pieces of that from Marc and Steven.
"See? Exactly. You know." If Stark ever shows up, she will take it so very personally. Probably drag his corpse to this spot and demand an explanation.
Though she's not entirely convinced on his solution. Depends on the rules of the game, she supposes. "If half the world disappeared, I rather it be the ones that made it so miserable in the first place."
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"You're right, it's not a thousand. I ran out of pages."
Scuffs her foot against the floor. "Three hundred and thirty two." Battle Royale had 666 pages, front and back, and she'd given one to Friday.
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For you to... turn into art projects?
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She drops the tote bag, some of the cranes spilling out, and makes her escape through the floor.
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shrugs. sits down. picks up two of the cranes.
makes them kiss.]
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And then flicks one of the cranes at the Captain. She'd use her words, but her mouth is in the floor so not exactly useful at the moment.
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[absolutely still just moving the cranes around like he's playing dolls with them.]
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She stays mostly submerged in the floor, but does reach an arm out as she dances another crane a bit closer to where he sits, tipping it nose down with careful balance. Then sets another next to it, similarly positioned like they're bowing, or praying.
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[beat] Other than that, I'm not really picky.
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"But here everything seems to... work simultaneously without any contradiction," so she's observed from her conversations with the magic users and their differing sources and systems. "So is there a deeper universal principle, or is that something you made possible within this... pocket dimension?"
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"But given you limited mine... I think you've already proven your own power superior to ours, at least within the confines of your sigils. Contained systems are much easier to maintain. So what..." Ava turns one single crane away from the Captain, because you always need a rebel.
"What is it that you're missing?"
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"So this is basically a simulation, then?"
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Insisting on using technological terminology doesn't make it stop being magic, you know.
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[a sort of wistfulness that belies the level of the objective...]
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The name means nothing to her, and she has no face to imagine such an expression upon. She'll take his word for it. "Is that who turned half the world to dust?" She's only heard pieces of that from Marc and Steven.
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Because that alone makes it worth it for her. She hopes Pym enjoyed that funeral without her.
"How'd you have made it fun, then?"
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[a shrug] Make a game of it, of course. I can hardly even imagine how much fun a game with an entire planet would be...
[honestly this is like how 70% of comic supervillains get their start.]
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Though she's not entirely convinced on his solution. Depends on the rules of the game, she supposes. "If half the world disappeared, I rather it be the ones that made it so miserable in the first place."
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