@riley_rivera: Thank you :) It sort of runs naturally.
Clara Mass's forum posts
"I'm sorry that you are who you are." Her approach against @darkchild is characteristically bold. It might have been risque to even step foot within these walls, considering the climate of human and mutant relations, but there she stood as callously as can be.
"I'm sorry that you're so thirsty for my attention that you released video feed from Paradiso nationwide." Her voice intensified, infuriated by this constant circle of entrapment when it came to this self-proclaimed mutant leader. In truth, the vivacious survivalist was done playing and she wanted Daemon to do the same.
"If anything you should be thankful." Miss Michelle fluffed her recently dyed, curly brown locks, enjoying her reconstructed body and the confidence it exuded. "You're important now, Daemon. You've got an entire platform because of me." Her attitude is reasonably unfiltered, especially considering the fact that she telepathically altered a large portion of the United States's populace.
"If anything I think our little game is settled. No need for further conflict. In fact, think of it this way....you're finally relevant and I'm as powerful as ever." Clarice confidently smiled, telekinetically closing every door and window within close proximity, ensuring their one on one conversation was solely confidential.
"We're in good places, you and I. So much so I'll forget about that little reporter you talked too. Cute broad, not yet infected with your perversion." Cockily displaying her perfectly healed violet eyes, symbolizing her all seeing self, the First Lady stepped forward in hopes of provoking the horrendous behemoth.
"Let it go, Daemon. Let Paradiso go." She knew her words would bring this gray haired mutant back to a darker time, a time in which bodies descended from the skies above, bloodied and deformed by the wretched hands of Charlemagne LeBeau or Hitler personifed as the Presidential witch would certainly state.
"So, why am I here? If America is on my side, if Paradiso is old news, why bother showing up? I wanted one thing from you and one thing only. I want to hear three precious words. I'm thankful, Clarice." She laughed, excitingly so, amused by the intensity manifested by her presence alone.
"Tell me and we're settled. We'll walk in front of millions, let the world know things are settled. Mutants can be mutants or they can be cured, giving them humane options for their lives. And all you gotta say....is I'm thankful, Clarice." Whilst awaiting his eventual response the brash broad boldly applied cherry scented balm onto her honey bee lips, fearlessly standing before this viral infection without a single care in the world.
'Let me tell you something real quick." Unbeknownst to the multitude of Americans trotting the streets in defense of mutant kind, the press conference being held in accordance with the accusations of genocide placed onto the First Lady were being propelled into their minds in the fashion of present day imagery that'd bend their minds to her selfish will.
"It's like a lesson in astrology, stars aligned, got all the representatives in the house wanting mutant kind wiped." Miss Michelle rocked her hips from side to side, dancing to the melodies of humans gone snide. With her hair done right, makeup on point, and cloths so tight, the visually perfected bride swayed her naysayers in a way no publicist could.
"For dudes like Malcolm, y'all don't have shit on me." Her uncanny telepathic prowess eased the widespread negativity, diluting any aggression held against the Stark administration. "When push comes to shove I'm the bitch with the most importance." With a sigh of relief the brash broad felt a pleasure like nothing else. Her powers, as underestimated as they ought to be, changed the nation faster than a fella's children delivery.
"Yet, there's still a lot of peeps going osmosis cause they can't handle this Queen's reign." Her overly rambunctious tone shifted into a tone that's more well known across multimedia platforms.
"This one's for you, Daemon." Miss Michelle unnecessarily giggled, partially embarrassed to even mention his name.
"Your intentions to embarrass me on national television are over and done with. Any move you make, any word you say, will be considered treason against this country. And as far as Paradiso goes, that dump never existed. Consider this a new lease on life you little guppy, cause I've got bigger fish to fry."
With her widespread telepathic relay coming to a close, this portion focusing on the specified mutant monstrosity escalated the witch's enjoyed beyond the cosmos.
"Your dreams of equality are nonexistent. Humanity Now clinics are everywhere. And as my powers grow, yours' fade away. Ha! Soon enough the mutant gene will nothing more than an STD. Funny how things work out. "
A wink, a nod, a blown kiss. Miss Michelle ended her short film knowing she'd be in the clear, for now.