My name is Tatianah Mes, but you may call me Tate. I can control the very air you breathe as well as wield the Katana, or samurai sword. I work with SHIELD, where I search for a cure to my illness.
Alive || Tate&Echo&Gwen
Tate’s eyelids felt as if they were glued shut. She blinked a couple of times, watching the world become clearer around her. There was the typical ugly wallpaper, scratchy sheets, baggy gown…she was in a hospital. But…Tate thought she died that night. She had stopped breathing. How could she have survived? She had suffocated…hadn’t she?
Confused, Tate noticed something else. The ache in her chest, her lungs, her throat…it was gone. The normal burning and pain; it wasn’t there. Had she really died? No…this was too real. Too lifelike. There was only one way she could be alive, and that was that somebody had somehow saved Tate’s life. But how?
Even stranger, every noise was sensitive to Tate’s hearing. She could somehow make out conversations coming from rooms away, and even the muffled noise of the floors below and above. It was somewhat annoying. What happened…? Before she could wonder anymore, there was someone in the doorway.
Echo had been walking around all night in her Asgard leather and metal skin tight dress. She had grown tired of her human dress that she wore. She groaned, wanting to see her dear brothers and sister but they where no where to be found. She knew where Thor and Loki were but it was two dangerous.
Upon a walking she stopped at and ally seeing a body. Drawing nearer to the body she saw that it was a girl, around her human age. She picked up the girl and carried her. She knew mortals were stupid but she couldnt leave them to die. After asking mortals where to take her they led her to a hospital.
“MORTALS HELP THIS MORTAL” her voice roared as the nurses ran and took the girl. After couple of hours They let the girl walk in. She stayed at the door, staring at the girl as she woke up. “You mortal..owe me big time”
Gwen was the first to get to the hospital when she heard about Tate. Apparently, the girl was fine again and the blonde couldn’t be more happy for that. She cherished that friend a lot and it would be horrible to lose her.
She entered the room in the light steps to make sure she wouldn’t wake Tate up if she was sleeping.However, she found another girl in there. One that had something…different, but familiar at the same time. It felt as if she was powerful or something like that, but Gwen wasn’t sure what it was. Maybe it was a family member or something? She shook her head, wondering and walked closer.
“Ahn…hey?” she called.
Tate stared at the unfamiliar woman in front of her. She was in strange clothing that resembled what Eydis sometimes wore in battle. Her vocabulary, the use of the word “mortal”, was also evidently foreign. Tate had only one conclusion: she was another Asgardian. “Uh…I do? Who are you?”
The question was left hanging in the air until another person appeared in the doorway, a familiar one this time. It was Gwen. “Gwen!” Tate exclaimed, sitting up straighter and looking back and forth from the teenager to the stranger. “What…what happened? How…how am I alive?”
Alive || Tate&Echo&Gwen
Tate’s eyelids felt as if they were glued shut. She blinked a couple of times, watching the world become clearer around her. There was the typical ugly wallpaper, scratchy sheets, baggy gown…she was in a hospital. But…Tate thought she died that night. She had stopped breathing. How could she have survived? She had suffocated…hadn’t she?
Confused, Tate noticed something else. The ache in her chest, her lungs, her throat…it was gone. The normal burning and pain; it wasn’t there. Had she really died? No…this was too real. Too lifelike. There was only one way she could be alive, and that was that somebody had somehow saved Tate’s life. But how?
Even stranger, every noise was sensitive to Tate’s hearing. She could somehow make out conversations coming from rooms away, and even the muffled noise of the floors below and above. It was somewhat annoying. What happened…? Before she could wonder anymore, there was someone in the doorway.
echoodinsonrp started following you
Uh, hello. Who are you, exactly?
Echo Odinson, Who are you mortal?
Odinson…? Another one? I’m Tate Mes.
So you’ve met the others? good…you may be of use to me ‘Tate’
Uh, yeah, Thor, Loki, Eydis. How come I’ve never heard of you?
Dear Odin locked me away..the others have forgotten about me.
They can’t have forgotten about you. You’re family, how could they just forget about you?
(via thelittleadventuresmermaid-deac)
echoodinsonrp started following you
Uh, hello. Who are you, exactly?
Echo Odinson, Who are you mortal?
Odinson…? Another one? I’m Tate Mes.
So you’ve met the others? good…you may be of use to me ‘Tate’
Uh, yeah, Thor, Loki, Eydis. How come I’ve never heard of you?
(via thelittleadventuresmermaid-deac)
echoodinsonrp started following you
Uh, hello. Who are you, exactly?
Echo Odinson, Who are you mortal?
Odinson…? Another one? I’m Tate Mes.
(via thelittleadventuresmermaid-deac)
Breathe Me || Tate&Peter
Tate tossed and turned in the ridiculously comfortable bed that served to be her worst enemy. No matter how much she tried, she couldn’t get to sleep. As much as she needed the rest, it would not come to Tate. Her visit with Tony and Bruce had wiped her out; her chest was sore, and her temperature was through the roof. Tate shut her eyes, finally feeling slumber overcome her. Her last thought before she drifted off was the mere hope of not having any night terrors this time. That hope was shred apart in an instant.
Tate opened her eyes, finding herself on the cold, sterilized floor of the room in which she was gassed years ago. It’s just a dream, it’s just a dream… she quickly chanted mentally. The overpowering smell of blood and rubbing alcohol wafted into her palate, and a reign of terror took over Tate. She sat up quickly, searching for a door, an escape, but there was none. She clawed at the walls until her fingernails bled, tears spilling from her eyes. Please, please, please no… Then there was a noise. Footsteps, hollowly making their way towards Tate. She whirled around to find him standing before her. He was grinning from ear to ear, a sickening sight. Tate backed up to the far corner, a hand over her mouth to keep herself from screaming aloud. “Hello, Miss Mes,” He greeted, and suddenly he was standing over Tate, his minty breath in her face. There was a scalpel in his hand, which made its way over her neck, slicing deep into tender flesh. Tate’s screams were gurgled off, but she was still alive, how was she still alive -
Tate awoke in her dark bedroom, on the floor, in a pool of her own blood. She tried to scream, but the noise was choked off. She gasped and gasped for precious oxygen, but could find none. Grasping her throat, Tate tried to make her way through the slippery red liquid to the door, but failed. Her hands and face turned a sickening blue tint before she passed out.
Dinner…sort of. Tate&Anyone
“What? My God, Tate…did you ever learn how to cook?” Gwen asked with a chuckle. How could someone actually burn Noodle Soup? It was very likely Tate had never learned. The blonde looked up, thoughtful for a moment before smiling widely with an idea.
“Hey, Tate, would you like me to teach you how to cook something?” she asked.
“I have no memory of my past before ten years ago,” Tate explained, shaking her head slightly. “So I don’t know if I ever learned.” A puzzled expression flashed across her face for a moment, as if trying to remember something. It was gone as quickly as it came. She smiled at Gwen’s second question. “I would love that, Gwen,” Tate said sincerely, finding it funny that someone so much younger than her was going to teach her the basic necessity of cooking.
(Source: tatemes)
