Lorna Dane.

⠀⠀ — ∬ LORNA DANE; POLARIS ( MCU AU; not The Gifted ( Literate and descriptive ( SLs/banter welcome ( Ships w/chemistry ( Inner workings of #Milkdud

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Mentions of Magneto were hardly her favorite, mostly given as she was still not entirely sure if he was her father or not. But she tried to ignore it, for now, offering a faint smile. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Uma. You /and/ your wicked cool mutation.”

The mutant visibly stiffened then, swallowing before allowing her shoulders to roll in a light shrug. “I guess, yeah. Except my name’s Lorna . . . or Polaris.”

“Impressive,” Lorna stated as her weight shifted from one boot to the other, arms crossing beneath her chest. “I didn’t know luck was a mutation.”

Her eyes widened, hands having been raised in case the girl missed, but she lowered them after a moment. "/Holy shit/."

Cocks her head to the side, watching for a moment. "How're you doing that, anyways? Telekinetic? Or just an insane amount of practice?"

Raises a brow. "Quite an interesting one, aren't you?" Note the sarcasm.

L a m e. Wrinkles her nose and /carefully/ drops the blade back down next to the other.

Lowers the knife back into grabbing range . . . then tosses it right back up.

Casually halts it in midair.

— x

Pausing, the knife simply hung suspended overhead, cranium tilting towards the voice from where she was reclined on the bench. Ah. Him again. “That depends on who you ask, space man.”

Flicks a knife upwards in the air, allowing it to fall and nearly impale her chest, only to flick her wrist at the last possible second and send it back up into the air again, green mist swirled around the weapon.

— X—

Hello 911 She’s cold.

Yawns.

"...I swear if one more person asks me if I dyed my hair for Christmas, I'm going to put them through the wall."