20 years of X-Project - Aisy
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x_projectAisy is one of the "oldest" players, having been part of X-Project in its original incarnation in 2002. She originally brought Paige Guthrie/Husk in after the (re)launch in May 2003, and also played Jeanne-Marie Beaubier/Aurora briefly. In 2006 she introduced Sofia Mantega-Barret/Wind Dancer to be part of X-Force until 2013. When X-Project relaunched in 2015, Aisy retired Paige, agreeing to have her become the modsock "Valkyrie", and brought in Felicia Hardy/Black Cat.
1) What brought you to X-Project?
I first came to X-Project on the trail of some players from a Harry Potter RPG, and for reasons that don't need exploring at this juncture, I have remained, attached as a pain in the ass and general low key chaos bringer.
2) What keeps you in X-Project?
Spite. (I mean, I also met both my platonic soulmate and my non-platonic soulmate here, so that too.)
3) What's a moment that has really stuck with you that you wrote?
Couldn't choose, honestly; I love the relationships I've built with Felicia. Romantic, friendships, found family, all of them. Kevin and Felicia's weird uncle/dad thing, Gabriel as the best friend and possible brother. Jubilee, her forever bestie, and North, her home. Alani and Topaz, best girls, Sarah one in the making. Wanda and Clint. I just love the connections this little hissy cat has made, and my writing is far superior getting to work alongside their players. (Warren, you are so missed)
[Ed. On that note, this log from Operation: Bat Country with Topaz and Fi]
Topaz leaned over to look at the puzzles. "I'm a bit rubbish at that kind of thing. You'd think I'd learn more about patterns considering the people I spend most of my time with, and yet."
“In the beginning it was just nice to have a repetitive activity,” Felicia explained, showing the beginning of her book, which she’d skipped, that had a few easier warmup puzzles. “Scan row one, scan row two, turn brain off. Then you start to recognize the patterns, how they fit. Or you don’t and you just enjoy the rhythm.”
"Huh." Topaz scanned the rows, tilting her head slightly. "May I?" she asked after a moment, gesturing to the book.
Felicia handed it over without hesitation, along with the thin black felt tip pen - the better for writing upside down she'd found - she'd been using. "Have at it," she said with a smile.
Topaz took the book and pen, curling up to let it rest against her legs, and she leaned a little on Felicia's shoulder. "So..."
She tapped the pen against the book more than she actually used it. She filled in a few numbers, but mostly she was hesitant.
"You've got it," Felicia praised, burrowing the two of them into each other. "You start with the basic patterns, something you see a lot of, like the 5 you found there, and the 9. Once that's done I usually do two runs; check for each number horizontally and vertically in order. After the second run, patterns should have shown up again, and you can work on those for a bit. Or not, there is no shame in doing another round of chipping away."
"Right," Topaz murmured, expression wrinkled in concentration. The atmosphere, overall, was relaxed (far more than she was used to), she was warm and comfortable, and at some point the bouncing of the RV became rhythmic and comforting. And as much as she was trying... she really did kind of suck at this. So she didn't bother fighting too much when her eyes started to close, or her head drifted to rest on Felicia's shoulder. Now was as good a time as any to take a nap, right?
Judging by the soft sigh from Felicia as her cheek pressed lightly into Topaz's hair, she agreed.
4) What's a moment that has really stuck with you that someone else wrote?
Please insert link to all of fucking Siege Perilous. It is beauty it is grace it will punch you in the face.
[Ed. Let's go with the log opening Havine's universe]
"Well, dis is a shitshow."
A finger touched the end of his smoke, and Remy exhaled a plume into the cold air. The Black Court had finally decided to go after Doctor Strange with their full force. Despite a complex interlocking web of spells and wards, simply feeding enough cannon fodder into the tunnels had managed to breach the inner workings of his Sanctum Sanctorum.
The Hellfire Club had spent a pretty penny. Despite the sounds of gunfire and the screams echoing in the street, the police literally in their massive building across the street were treating the event like it wasn't even happening, scattering men around the various closed court and federal buildings. Obviously, the Mayor was compromised to some extent, he mused.
It didn't make sense. This kind of escalation was extremely expensive in both money and favours, chewed up manpower at a frightening rate, and was an all or nothing gamble; precisely the kind of gamble that Selene and her court were loath to make. Whatever Strange had was worth turning a cold war hot, and the fact LeBeau didn't know what it was made him angry. His team had hit their rearguard before they even registered opponents on the field and secured entry into the old City Hall Subway Station that Strange used as a combination of home and magical focus. Remy had joked that he should have looked at prime real estate options above ground, perhaps somewhere fashionable like Greenwich Village. The joke left a sour taste in his mouth.
He turned back and climbed gingerly into the van, his leg giving him problems in the cold. Inside, the van was a wall of monitors, feeding personal camera and drone footage of the underground battlefield to them.
"Lee, I want updates. Dey should have reached Strange by now."
“Always so demanding, Gumbo. You’d think you were paying me for this or something.”
Jubilee for her part had a heating pad over her knees and a can of Monster by her fingers. She’d spent most of the night before upgrading her drones, so getting the call had put a bit of a crimp in her sleeping plans. Still, she worshipped at the altar of the God of Caffeine on the best of days. Today was no real difference.
“Bringing up the feeds now”
They used a van now, when before she’d have been out there with her teammates, kicking arse and mouthing off at whatever bad guys came along. It had been years now but the limitations still gnawed at her bones like an ache that wasn’t just her back, or hips, or the fact that she couldn’t speak above a whisper for fifty percent of the day unless she wanted to completely lose her voice for the rest of it.
Jubilee looked over at Remy for a moment, recognising the tension there before she turned her eyes back on the battlefield. She’d managed to get one of her drones, named Wheatley, to hook into what Strange used for security. It wasn’t much, he was a man who relied far too much on magic in her opinion but it at least gave her a few eyes underground.
It seemed mostly video feed of the main corridors and a blinking list of fire suppression devices. Someone on Strange’s staff had obviously cared about fire risk, if not enough to give her more than a vague pattern of rooms.
She pulled the can of Monster toward her and adjusted the heating pad on her knees before flicking on the mic positioned close to her mouth.
“This place is a damn maze. Jean, give me a sit-rep of your position.”
“Almost there,” Jean said quietly. She’d come in via the subway tunnels, gaining access through a once blocked off door. She could hear the rumble and shudder from the existing subway cars in the distance as they ran their regular routes.
But this particular station hadn’t been in use in decades, sealed off in 1945. In another world, it might have been turned into a museum, but in this one, it was about to be a battleground.
“Minute or so out.”
“Excellent. The camera feed is clear, live recording on. Try not to get yourself killed, I do not want this to like, be some kind of Aliens remake.”
“Can’t make any promises,” Jean said, scanning the area with laser focus. Right now there was only the mission, especially when it came to the HFC.
5) What is something about X-Project that you really like/enjoy?
lol, I'm going to answer "people" just like everyone else. I love that I can have a bad day and come onto Discord to rant or get some answers. I love the people I met here came to our wedding. I love the support, both personal and creatively. We're a mess, but we're our mess and that's pretty great.
1) What brought you to X-Project?
I first came to X-Project on the trail of some players from a Harry Potter RPG, and for reasons that don't need exploring at this juncture, I have remained, attached as a pain in the ass and general low key chaos bringer.
2) What keeps you in X-Project?
Spite. (I mean, I also met both my platonic soulmate and my non-platonic soulmate here, so that too.)
3) What's a moment that has really stuck with you that you wrote?
Couldn't choose, honestly; I love the relationships I've built with Felicia. Romantic, friendships, found family, all of them. Kevin and Felicia's weird uncle/dad thing, Gabriel as the best friend and possible brother. Jubilee, her forever bestie, and North, her home. Alani and Topaz, best girls, Sarah one in the making. Wanda and Clint. I just love the connections this little hissy cat has made, and my writing is far superior getting to work alongside their players. (Warren, you are so missed)
[Ed. On that note, this log from Operation: Bat Country with Topaz and Fi]
Topaz leaned over to look at the puzzles. "I'm a bit rubbish at that kind of thing. You'd think I'd learn more about patterns considering the people I spend most of my time with, and yet."
“In the beginning it was just nice to have a repetitive activity,” Felicia explained, showing the beginning of her book, which she’d skipped, that had a few easier warmup puzzles. “Scan row one, scan row two, turn brain off. Then you start to recognize the patterns, how they fit. Or you don’t and you just enjoy the rhythm.”
"Huh." Topaz scanned the rows, tilting her head slightly. "May I?" she asked after a moment, gesturing to the book.
Felicia handed it over without hesitation, along with the thin black felt tip pen - the better for writing upside down she'd found - she'd been using. "Have at it," she said with a smile.
Topaz took the book and pen, curling up to let it rest against her legs, and she leaned a little on Felicia's shoulder. "So..."
She tapped the pen against the book more than she actually used it. She filled in a few numbers, but mostly she was hesitant.
"You've got it," Felicia praised, burrowing the two of them into each other. "You start with the basic patterns, something you see a lot of, like the 5 you found there, and the 9. Once that's done I usually do two runs; check for each number horizontally and vertically in order. After the second run, patterns should have shown up again, and you can work on those for a bit. Or not, there is no shame in doing another round of chipping away."
"Right," Topaz murmured, expression wrinkled in concentration. The atmosphere, overall, was relaxed (far more than she was used to), she was warm and comfortable, and at some point the bouncing of the RV became rhythmic and comforting. And as much as she was trying... she really did kind of suck at this. So she didn't bother fighting too much when her eyes started to close, or her head drifted to rest on Felicia's shoulder. Now was as good a time as any to take a nap, right?
Judging by the soft sigh from Felicia as her cheek pressed lightly into Topaz's hair, she agreed.
4) What's a moment that has really stuck with you that someone else wrote?
Please insert link to all of fucking Siege Perilous. It is beauty it is grace it will punch you in the face.
[Ed. Let's go with the log opening Havine's universe]
"Well, dis is a shitshow."
A finger touched the end of his smoke, and Remy exhaled a plume into the cold air. The Black Court had finally decided to go after Doctor Strange with their full force. Despite a complex interlocking web of spells and wards, simply feeding enough cannon fodder into the tunnels had managed to breach the inner workings of his Sanctum Sanctorum.
The Hellfire Club had spent a pretty penny. Despite the sounds of gunfire and the screams echoing in the street, the police literally in their massive building across the street were treating the event like it wasn't even happening, scattering men around the various closed court and federal buildings. Obviously, the Mayor was compromised to some extent, he mused.
It didn't make sense. This kind of escalation was extremely expensive in both money and favours, chewed up manpower at a frightening rate, and was an all or nothing gamble; precisely the kind of gamble that Selene and her court were loath to make. Whatever Strange had was worth turning a cold war hot, and the fact LeBeau didn't know what it was made him angry. His team had hit their rearguard before they even registered opponents on the field and secured entry into the old City Hall Subway Station that Strange used as a combination of home and magical focus. Remy had joked that he should have looked at prime real estate options above ground, perhaps somewhere fashionable like Greenwich Village. The joke left a sour taste in his mouth.
He turned back and climbed gingerly into the van, his leg giving him problems in the cold. Inside, the van was a wall of monitors, feeding personal camera and drone footage of the underground battlefield to them.
"Lee, I want updates. Dey should have reached Strange by now."
“Always so demanding, Gumbo. You’d think you were paying me for this or something.”
Jubilee for her part had a heating pad over her knees and a can of Monster by her fingers. She’d spent most of the night before upgrading her drones, so getting the call had put a bit of a crimp in her sleeping plans. Still, she worshipped at the altar of the God of Caffeine on the best of days. Today was no real difference.
“Bringing up the feeds now”
They used a van now, when before she’d have been out there with her teammates, kicking arse and mouthing off at whatever bad guys came along. It had been years now but the limitations still gnawed at her bones like an ache that wasn’t just her back, or hips, or the fact that she couldn’t speak above a whisper for fifty percent of the day unless she wanted to completely lose her voice for the rest of it.
Jubilee looked over at Remy for a moment, recognising the tension there before she turned her eyes back on the battlefield. She’d managed to get one of her drones, named Wheatley, to hook into what Strange used for security. It wasn’t much, he was a man who relied far too much on magic in her opinion but it at least gave her a few eyes underground.
It seemed mostly video feed of the main corridors and a blinking list of fire suppression devices. Someone on Strange’s staff had obviously cared about fire risk, if not enough to give her more than a vague pattern of rooms.
She pulled the can of Monster toward her and adjusted the heating pad on her knees before flicking on the mic positioned close to her mouth.
“This place is a damn maze. Jean, give me a sit-rep of your position.”
“Almost there,” Jean said quietly. She’d come in via the subway tunnels, gaining access through a once blocked off door. She could hear the rumble and shudder from the existing subway cars in the distance as they ran their regular routes.
But this particular station hadn’t been in use in decades, sealed off in 1945. In another world, it might have been turned into a museum, but in this one, it was about to be a battleground.
“Minute or so out.”
“Excellent. The camera feed is clear, live recording on. Try not to get yourself killed, I do not want this to like, be some kind of Aliens remake.”
“Can’t make any promises,” Jean said, scanning the area with laser focus. Right now there was only the mission, especially when it came to the HFC.
5) What is something about X-Project that you really like/enjoy?
lol, I'm going to answer "people" just like everyone else. I love that I can have a bad day and come onto Discord to rant or get some answers. I love the people I met here came to our wedding. I love the support, both personal and creatively. We're a mess, but we're our mess and that's pretty great.
