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#nova gives no fucks what people think of her. she will steal their money if someone dares to say something to her face >:(
mikodrawnnarratives · 2 months
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Lots of talking ahead spurred by me reading Cinder's adventure
You know from a lot of the text surrounding Magpie in the series and outside of it, it talks so much about Maggie being a possible threat and her being trouble with the BIGGEST OF squinting eyes
But Maggie's pov just shows her with a similar view to Nova in the beginning, which is PRETTY VALID, and her using her power to steal so she can pawn it for money.
At like 11-12 years old.
And then it says "some people were always meant to be villains"
And I'm HUHH??????
SHE'S SAID ONLY FUCK YOU TO A WORLD THAT HASN'T SHOWN TO CARE ABOUT HER
From what we understand of her motivations, they seem pretty reasonable. She even showed herself to feel a little guilty for some of her theft, but had to rationalize it cause she's surviving.
She's a child. Trying to survive. A misunderstood Magpie. I have a hard time believing she can scale up to become a bigger threat later. Marissa Meyer will have to give a bit more motivation for her to be an actual threat rather than a child with self preservation and a bitter personality.
She's antisocial and a thief that's like. The majority of what all the characters that we've seen interact with her acknowledge! (Correct me if I'm mistaken)
Adrian I think is the one to show the most sympathy, hopeful that she'll try to change her ways in the renegades. But.
No one, from what has been shown, has addressed her living situation. Where is she living? It was marked unknown so why is that even an issue? Adrian says they TRY to match kids like Magpie with renegade families but. Why is there a TRY in the first place it should be a guarantee
No one is holding an intervention from what we've seen. No one. They were busy during the books, yes. And Maggie isn't the focus in the books, yes. But how long has Maggie been in the renegades and it hasn't been addressed. What about the time between the first and second book? WHO'S SHOWING CARE TO THIS GIRL
No one apparently
Maggie's pov REAFFIRMS this when her pic confirms that it was clear no one cared about "another orphaned prodigy"
That's why I'm not convinced I should be treating Maggie like she's a villain, or evil. I'll accept she might take on the title of "villain" as a badge and say "fuck you" to her world, but so far it looks like she's right to say that.
I'm not convinced that a kid acting rude, abrasive, annoying, melodramatic, etc would justify any of the renegades not stepping in and intervening. I'm just not.
Her actions should sprout concern from at least ONE person to be like. Hey. Why is that child acting this way. Maybe we should look into this.
Really do hope we get another book in the future for Maggie. Preferably more of her pov. I get that from what we've seen they're setting her up as a villain that had a tragic backstory that may or may not be redeemed. But.
Marissa Meyer can't have a whole bunch of characters stand around and say "she's trouble" and do nothing.
If there's another installment I really need to sink my teeth into some Maggie backstory and perspective so I can see what is her fault, the fault of the system around her, and really just get to analyze her under a microscope
I say all of this but I am looking heavily at some sections of Cinder's adventure that hint similar events could play out to what is shown here in future books for Renegades
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Though tbh even though the events in Cinder's Adventure aren't canon, if this is supposed to be a small hint of what's to come I have the biggest sigh to give
The actions of Nova and the anarchists don't seem to have made any difference and the cycle has repeated with the renegades having too much power. I did get a chuckle when Cinder was like "Thorne's more heroic than these renegades" like yes dhchfhv
It probably won't be written badly and I'll be along for the ride if a book installment comes out, but it does look to be a similar story repeating itself
TLDR Future installments need to expand Maggie's character more than she actually is if she's going to be a believable threat. Current foreshadowing through characters standing around saying "that girl is trouble" isn't convincing with what has been given
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apricote · 3 years
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so…��…. nova aged up well.
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honey-hippie-harper · 3 years
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Successful Parenting
MY DEAREST @the-wee-woo-rita​ I HEARD IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY TODAY AFGSHAGASHA
I’m coming back from the death just to give you this, because you asked for it some time ago, and agshjaghsj I’m sorry I couldn’t give you something better, I’m super busy finishing HCTTR :’) But yeah, here is it!<3 I translated it from the start because the original translation was awful and you deserved something better than that x’d Still, I really hope you like it.
Rita, you’re super important to me :’) You have no idea on how much your comments make me happy, and I love you dearly even if I’m mostly dead because school’s been driving me crazy afsghjafgsh but yeah, you’re very kind, and sweet, and I hope you know your existence makes me very happy afghjaysu so, I wish you the best of birthdays! <3
Take care :’) <3
Successful Parenting.
Two days after the event, they start calling it The Day of Triumph. It’s only in that moment that Nova experiences that annoying itch people refer to as “resignation”, and she lays in her side of the bed she shares with Honey, with her arms at her side, limp, staring at the mold that grows in the ceiling of a house Nova can’t identify, which is the same one she was taken to while her eyes were folded. They knew she wouldn’t dare to do it, but they still feared she would try to find her way back to Gatlon to go look for Uncle Ace.
The many –and long- hours she spends laying, she feels nothing. She’s so invested in her own pain, that she doesn’t even notice the moment when Honey doesn’t lay next to her, nor does she curl up in a ball and spends the rest of the night bawling. 
Even when Ingrid comes into the room and violently takes her out of bed, wrapping her up in a blanket, Nova has no idea of what’s happening. 
Her heart is racing aggressively, but she can’t move, not even when the blanket falls into the floor and Ingrid almost stumbles the moment she steps on it. She doesn’t fall, but she does bark a couple of words Nova is sure she’s not allowed to repeat.
And then, among the bumpy ride, she sees them there. 
The air smells weird, and these people are screaming, like they always do. 
Nova spots Honey down on her knees, hugging herself and shouting up to the sky. Leroy Flinn is standing in front of her, and next to them both, there’s his yellow car. 
Winston, nonchalant and chewing on gum, is removing the tube that peeks from the car’s gas tank. 
And Honey is just there, repeating the phrase “Make it stop” like a mantra, shaking her head and screaming as if one of her knees was being amputated. Nova stares at her from Ingrid’s arms, still not knowing what’s happening, until she puts her down with such violence she ends up hiccupping.  
“LET ME GO! I DON’T WANNA BE HERE ANYMORE!”
“Look. That’s fine by me. You can go if you want to. But don’t drag us into it. Some of us want to stay here. You understand?”
“Leroy, where should I put this?”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP, WINSTON!” Scream Honey and Leroy at the same time. For a second, it almost seems like Honey is lucid. 
“Geez.”
That’s when Ingrid intervenes too. 
“You are such a useless prick. Go on, Winston! Bring that thing over here!”
Nova jumps, because her voice sounds louder out of a sudden, and then she starts walking towards Winston, stomping her feet like she is marching, until she’s close enough to take the tube from his hands and start taking it to the trapdoor by the side of the house, which, Nova supposes, leads to the basement. 
For Nova, it’s a scene that’s as surreal as it is bizarre, with Honey knelt down on the ground that way, and all the windows and doors wide open. Then, everyone acting as if that tube thing peeking out of the car and getting into the house was such a big deal. 
After trying to connect the dots for a while, Nova decides she doesn’t understand. 
It’s only then that she hears a very familiar “Bang!” that deafens her for a couple of seconds. 
Frowning and taking her hands to her ears, Nova looks ahead. 
In her hands, Honey holds the gun Leroy always has in his belt, and Nova doesn’t need to be any more clever to know who was she aiming at; it wasn’t Leroy, or Winston, or her, Nova. 
Honey was aiming at herself. 
Leroy throws himself at her, to grab her, while Winston tries to snatch the gun from her hands, and she fights back so much it reminds Nova of a whirlwind. She’s screaming again, and she’s crying a lot, to the point the long lines of mascara are starting to reach her neck. 
She looks so sad and ready to die, that Nova knows she should be feeling some type of sympathy for her.
Yet, she doesn’t. 
She doesn’t, because bullets were the ones to take everything she had away from her, and the mere idea of somebody thinking about ending their life that way repulses her. 
So Nova stares at her with teary eyes while she wishes something would fall on top of her and kill her for real this time, because if she’s dead she will stop crying. 
She says something intelligible yet again (probably a very dumb thing) the moment Winston manages to take the gun out of her hands and, for instance, out of her reach. 
Now that she’s defenseless, Nova gets closer to her. Honey seems reluctant to calm down at first, but when she stares at Nova she recognizes the features papà got from Uncle Ace, and that at the same time Nova got from papà. Then, she goes still. 
Just like that, she becomes quiet, though still breathing like an angry bull and with the tears rolling down her face. 
She looks at Nova like she’s an odd being who just came through a portal from another dimension, and Nova feels her entire body catching fire. 
There’s so, so many ways to release her power on people...
And yet, she chooses the bad way, and she slaps Honey so hard that by the time she collapses into Leroy’s arms, the palm of her hand is itching.
-.-
The ladder trembles, and Nova holds on to it, even when she feels that, on the floor, Leroy has tightened his grip. 
Once settled down, Nova gulps and continues going up. 
“That’s it, sweetie! That internet won’t connect itself!” Screams Honey Harper, in a melodic voice. 
Stars. Nova hoped it would connect itself. 
It’s been a couple of weeks since they’ve moved down to the tunnels, and their condition could be better. However, Nova considers they’ve been managing perfectly well with almost everything, except this...electricity issue. 
And, apparently, these people are very dependent from their electronic devices. 
It would’ve been easier if they had money but, evidently, they don’t have any; and it could’ve been easier, too, if they had access to any of the public services, but it seems to be they don’t have such thing either. Nova doesn’t know much about that, but she remembers her father explaining some of it to her. 
There’s no water or electricity down in the tunnels, nor gas or those type of things. It reminds her of everything she’s been told, about how, before Uncle Ace, Prodigies were treated this way.
The Renegades are gross.
For that reason, and that reason only, Nova agrees to climb up the ladder to steal some power and internet from the fuse box from a restaurant that happens to be close to the tunnels.
It’s not like she had another option whatsoever. Even if she had said no, they would’ve forced her to anyway. She was starting to get used to that. 
Feeling her legs shaking from the effort to keep her balance, she continues going up until she’s face to face with the fuse box. 
“Okay, Nightmare. Can you see anything?” Asks Leroy. 
Nova narrows her eyes and, after analyzing the issue, she concludes: 
“Just a little.” 
Immediately, Honey enhances the flashlight’s illumination and rises it up to the fuse box, to which Nova nods. 
“That’s better.” 
“Great. Now, you should plug in the wire you have in your right hand to the ports at the bottom of the box.”
It doesn’t take much searching for her to find them. There’s a couple of available ports, and the fact she can’t stay here longer, to analyze how do they work, makes her really sad. 
Nevertheless, it doesn’t make her sadder than what comes next. Apparently, they didn’t took the time to research about the restaurant’s owner before sending her up here, but the very moment a wire separates from the box, in a physically impossible way, and whips her face, Nova suspects that must be an electric prodigy work, who was able to alter the fuse box to turn it into a security system that...does this. 
The burning sensation in her face comes immediately, and Nova screeches so loudly she can’t even believe that terrifying sound is coming from her (Because she knows she’s way better than this). 
By instinct, she lets go of the wires and even from the ladder, but before a disaster can happen, Leroy intervenes. 
“Don’t let go of the ladder, just come down here! Quick, Nighmare! Get down here!”
Hiccuping and feeling ridiculous, she obeys, and when she’s –more or less- five steps away from the ground, she feels someone grabbing her by the waist and putting her down. At first, she thinks is Honey, for the smooth way their hands feel, but once the person tightens their hold, their arms brush against hers, and she can’t help but remember how Honey rips every hair that grows in every part of her body except her head. 
Even if she didn’t do that, Nova highly doubted her body hair would be this curly. 
So, carefully, Winston places her on the ground, on a sitting position, and Nova presses her hands against her face, still screaming...though, not much time has to go by before somebody else tries to pull them away, grabbing her by the wrists.
“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!”
“LEROY, ACE IS GOING TO ANNIHILATE US!”
“Hey, little flea, let us see your face.” 
“IT BURNS! IT BURNS REALLY BAD!”
“WOW, THAT’S SUCH A TRAGEDY! WHERE DID THIS GIRL COMES FROM!? WAS SHE RAISED BY THE RICH?!”
“INGRID, THERE’S NO TIME FOR THAT!”
“JUST...JUST BRING HER WATER! SHE CAN’T CRY AND DRINK WATER AT THE SAME TIME!”
“OF COURSE SHE CAN! AREN’T YOU SEEING HER?!”
“YEAH, BUT SHE WOULD CHOKE!”
“EXACTLY! SHE’S CHOKING ON HER OWN SALIVA! SHE’S DRINKING SOMETHING, CRYING, AND CHOKING BECAUSE SHE’S CRYING WHILE SHE’S DRINKING SOMETHING!”
“NIGHTMARE, LET US SEE YOUR FACE!”
And amongst the chaos, they get her to do it. Nova stares at them with one single eye, for she’s not able to see with the other one. 
They remain in silence, just looking, and Winston runs his finger throught the upper part of her forehead, on a spot she can’t identify. She just knows it hurts a little. 
“We just need to disinfect it. It’s not too bad.”
“Eugh.” Honey frowns in disgust. “Will that big ass browless chunk grow again?” 
Winston tilts his head to the side, and touches Nova’s brow again, carefully. His hands are so cold she even finds them conforting. 
“Yep.” He saids, very casual. “It should grow again in no time. No biggie.”
But it doesn’t.
Nova’s eyebrow gets scarred. 
And that one specific chunk never grows hair.
-.-
“Don’t expect other people to respect you just because you’re young. That’s not how the world works.” 
Nova gulps and tries to dry her face with her hand, putting on her better brave face while Leroy graps her ankle (that’s starting to turn purple) in some bandages that Lord-knows-where they came from. 
“So if you want to learn how to take care of yourself, you’ll have to obey Ingrid. And she won’t have pity on you either, because nobody had pity on her when she was your age. Bear with her.” 
That is such an awful advice. It’s so awful, that Nova feels her eyes becoming blurry with tears again, but she manages to make them go away. 
“I don’t have to bear with her. In fact, she could break my other ankle and that would be completely fine by me because it didn’t hurt when she broke the first one.” She said, in the most broken voice she had ever heard coming from herself in her entire life. “If she breaks my two ankles, I’ll still have two arms.” 
“Mmhm.” 
“And two balls.” 
“Nova, you don’t have balls. You have ovaries, and you can’t walk with them. Are the bandages too tight on your foot?”
“Can I kick Ingrid on the ovaries?” 
Leroy doesn’t respond. At least, not for a couple of seconds. 
“Nova, are the bandages too tight on your foot?”
“...It didn’t hurt, Leroy.” 
Leroy shoots a glance at her again, mockingly. 
“Good. That means you can still train today. Do you want to run a marathon through...?”
“NO!”
“Go to sleep, then.” Says Leroy.
And it’s not funny.
It’s not funny at all.
-.-
It’s a ridiculous backpack. It’s too shiny, too colorful, too…too much. That’s the word.
At least it doesn’t have any of the member of the Council’s faces on it. Though, undoubtedly, she has to give them some credit for their merch-making choices, because the only colorful things they sell are the billion photoshoots Captain Chromium and Dread Warden do during Pride Month, every single year (Ingrid uses the magazine covers to throw darts at them). 
Nova respects every fool whose personal taste combines with these types of backpacks, but she’s not one of those fools.
It has a unicorn with mobile eyes, and every time she moves, the little bells make too much noise. As if that weren’t enough, the unicorn’s tail is made out of threads that hang from the backpack.
It’s disgusting, and though the only thing she wants at the moment is to throw it at the trash can, she limits herself to place it next to her, carelessly, and then she sits in the worst humanly possible position one can think of, sitting on her right leg, and putting the left one over her right thigh. 
The pigtails are resting over her shoulders, but since the scrunchies aren’t helping at all, she feels as if her hair were dong. Besides, these clothes are itchy on her. What can one expect from an outfit that has been put together to fit with the backpack?
Mad at life, she sighs, and instead of staring at the road, she looks at the opposite way. 
Right across the imports market, which is where she’s sitting, there’s a small park. From here, she can see a small group of children playing, while their parents watch over them from the benches. One of the couples has a baby carriage. 
It’s not the best park to take your children to, and it occurs to her that it’s so ugly there’s no way this would’ve been anyone’s first option. Maybe she went there with her parents, but, if she did, she doesn’t have any memory of that day. 
By the time she hears the commotion, she’s looking at how one of the kids helps his little sister move on the swings. She immediately knows that’s her cue, to which Nova glares. 
Here comes Winston, dressed in full black, using a facemask to hide the most eye-catching elements of his makeup, wearing sunglasses, and with his hair looking like an orange broccoli, because it’s tied on a ponytail. 
He’s crossing the street like he is the reincarnated Messiah. At the same time, there are at least five cars honking at him, to which he responds standing in the middle for a couple of seconds, before walking like he’s carrying the Prophecy again. 
Once he arrives, he removes his sunglasses and glares at Nova so bad she almost believes it’s her fault. Nevertheless, all his chances of winning reduce to dust when he says: 
“For fuck’s sake. You know I have a shit memory. If you see I’m walking away without you, you have to scream.”
Nova frowns until she feels that her forehead is catching flames, and throws the hideous backpack at him. 
“Here’s your crap.” She tells him. “I hope your blood sugar levels go all the way up to 400 and you get all comatose.”
She doesn’t have the guts to wish the Hi-Chew candies he asked her to steal for him are expired, because it took a lot of sacrifice from her part to put the candy in the backpack. And, after all, she already had to dress like an idiot not to seem suspicious.
-.-
Honey’s relapse into depression is so severe she can’t take care of herself. She can’t bathe on her own, she forgets about basic things, like drinking water or eating, and she’s not even in the mood to play around with her bees. 
They’re both staring at her. Nova is sitting on the floor, while Ingrid is by the edge of the old bathtub (which Winston and Leroy stole back when they moved here), running a sponge through Honey’s back. In the end, she stares back at Nova, who does her best to smile at her…or, at least, to put on something similar to a smile. 
Honey has her legs up to her chest. She looks spaced out, but Nova wouldn’t say she’s uncomfortable. Thanks to that position, it’s easy for her to see the exact moment when she sighs, because her whole body goes up, and then down again. 
“I can sense my time has finally come.” She says. “I’m finally gonna die.” 
Ingrid clicks her tongue, and presses the sponge tighter against Honey’ back to get rid of the water excess. 
“Quit it with the bullshit.” She tells her. “We need honey. That’s one of the few things stopping us from starving to death.” 
“Can you believe that, for a second, I actually thought you were referring to me in third person because you cared about my well-being?”
Nova rolls her eyes, deciding she has had enough of this conversation, and then she goes back to her ball of wool and her knitting needles, taking the last to detach herself from the situation. Life can become boring when you don’t sleep at all, so Nova tries to keep herself busy when she isn’t training or stealing things, following the commands of these adults that are supposed to be taking care of her. 
She just wishes she had inherited her mother’s patience. She still remembers the story about how, when she met her dad, she made a very long blanket, saying that would be her wedding blanket, and one day she left the tent for a couple of hours, somebody stole it from her and then, in her words, she wasn’t the same after that.
For a moment, Honey follows Nova’s fingers with her eyes; how they manipulate the needles and the wool, awkward at times. She stares in an absent way until, from one moment to another, she asks: 
“What are you knitting, Little Nightmare?”
Nova stares back at her, and lifts the wool square so she can look at it. 
“It’s a blanket.” She responds. “I think.”
“Pff.” Ingrid scoffs. “Why does it have that many types of wool? Uh?”
“Pardon me for not stopping to carefully choose what type of wool I’m stealing.” 
“Perhaps you should.” Honey says in a hoarse voice. “Because that thing is hideous.”
“…Thank you.”
That’s why, two weeks after that, on Mother’s Day, Nova gifts it to her out of spite.
-.-
During her eleventh birthday, she doesn’t ask for anything besides ice-cream that doesn’t taste like garbage, so, reluctantly, they cramp themselves up in Leroy’s car. 
Honey is on the passenger’s seat, wrapped up in the ugly blanket Nova gave her two weeks ago, like it is a cocoon, annoyed to death thanks to Winston, who is behind her in an almost fetal position, with both his legs up to the passenger’s seat backrest. Very, very close to his face, there’s the Nintendo DS with a case that says Evander; Ingrid is staring out the window, and Nova is in the middle, like a very uncomfortable ham.
Nova doesn’t know where they’re planning to get her ice-cream but, at this point, she just wishes they don’t kill each other before they get there. 
After a while, she stops trying to guess where they’re taking her, and limits herself to sit still. If they want to take her to cross the gates from Hell, then she will just let it be that way. 
At some point, Honey asks Winston, in a very rude way, to get his legs off the backrest, but she’s not obeyed, so they begin having the type of discussion kindergarten children would have in the playground, going all like “Leroy, do something! It’s your car! It’s YOUR car, just kick him out of here!”. 
Half an hour later, they finally stop, and Nova recognizes the humid smell, not from the sea, but, more likely from a river or a canal. Then, Winston finally sits properly and proceed to damage his image once again, by opening the door with his foot. 
“You’re an animal.” Honey spits.
“Eat dirt.”
Honey manages to escape her blanket burrito in less than a second, and tries to slap Winston or at least poke one his eyes out with her nails but, first: Her seatbelt starts suffocating her as soon as she stretches back and, second: Winston is already out of her reach. At least, until he comes back, saying: 
“That is, if we don’t have to cover you in dirt first, you old mess.”
Honey goes berserk. She whimpers and screeches so much Nova feels a migraine growing at the back of her head, and Ingrid starts massaging her temples and threatening Honey, telling her that, if she doesn’t shut her ass she will make that wrinkled face of her explode (which, of course, doesn’t help at all). 
With all that chaos going on around her, Nova is barely able to witness the true tragedy. Nevertheless, she’s “fortunate” enough to look back, the very moment Winston and Leroy take the black garbage bag that seems to contain a body out of the trunk, and then they throw it directly onto the water. 
The weird sounds she had been hearing at the back of the car throughout the whole ride suddenly come back to her and, suddenly, she doesn’t feel like eating ice-cream anymore.
In fact, Nova doesn’t feel like eating anything in weeks.
-.-
She sees the whole scene from the roof, like a stray cat, attired in the costume they gifted her barely a couple of hours ago. Nightmare’s official costume. Because, of course, there’s no better gift for a child during Christmas. 
It is cloaked as a normal, polite conversation, but truth to be told, if it weren’t against the peace treaty, there would be heads rolling. Simon Westwood –The Dread Warden- and Hugh Everhart –Captain Chromium- are right there, at plain sight, talking to Honey and Leroy, who have their arms crossed across their chests, and frowning deeply. The rest of the Council members are inspecting the wagons, allowing, at the same time, Ingrid and Winston to supervise them (Lord-only-knows where Phobia is). 
Upon confirming everything’s under control, Nova manages to jump through the structure and stops where she can see Evander and Winston, inside the wagon of the last one. 
“You’re not gonna find it, egghead.” Says Winston, in an almost singing voice. Nova can spot Evander on the floor, looking for something under the few pieces of furniture he owns. 
He’s not going to find it, indeed. Nova can see the Nintendo DS in his back pocket, inside a Pop Tarts wrapping. 
“But if I find something else, you’ll be fucked.” 
“And your mom too.” 
“If you keep talking to me that way, I’m gonna fuck your mom.” 
Nova rolls her eyes, and decides this isn’t worth her time, so she chooses to place on a spot where she has a clear view of Ingrid’s wagon, looking at Tamaya Rae –Thunderbird- and Kasumi Hasegawa –Tsunami- going through her stuff. 
“If you think what you’re seeing here is interesting, just wait until you see Queen Bee’s wagon, she—“ 
“What is this, Detonator?”
“That’s the device I use to pull drugs through my eyes. I can get you one if you want to, Angel Fish.” 
“Ugh.” Nova groans under her breathe and adjusts her hoodie, before coming back where she started, to focus on Leroy and Honey.
“I don’t know how much damage was caused by this shooting/explosion you’re talking about, but we’ve been here all night.” Says Leroy with a monotonous, yet calm and almost soothing voice, in a volume that was nor too high or too low. 
“Even the Detonator?” Asks Hugh. “How sure are you about that?” 
“Very. If Ingrid’s not here by this hour, she doesn’t come back until the next day. So, it’s safe to say we’re very sure.” Honey answers. “Go on and “investigate” other people. It’s Christmas, there are many drunk people out there. And alcohol does weird things to your brain, like making you think starting a shooting it’s a fun thing to do.”
“Don’t you have better things to do?” Leroy asks. “Taking care of that zygote you adopted, for example?” 
“Let’s calm down, Cyanide.” Simon warns. “We don’t intend to cause conflict.”
“I see. Well, if you weren’t intending to cause conflict, you wouldn’t have come here in the first place, my little honeydew.” Says Honey. “We’d normally appreciate the company, but it’s getting late. You better leave.” 
“We’re not leaving until the inspection concludes.” Says Hugh. “You think you’re very clever, don’t you, Queen Bee?”
Honey laughs graciously, taking her hand up to her chest. 
“We find our own flaws in the people who don’t have them, Captain.”
“Captain, just…don’t. Bring the breathalyzer.”
“Stay there.” Leroy said, talking to Hugh. “You’re not bringing anything.” 
“And why is that, exactly?” Hugh challenged him.
“Because you don’t have our permission, and you’re in our territory.” 
Simon Westwood sighed. 
“Mr. Flinn, this isn’t personal. You have to understand this is just part of the protocol, established by—“ 
“Shove your protocol up your…”
But just as he was about to finish his insult, his gaze finds Nova’s shadow, who stares back at him from the darkness, immutable. Honey follows his stare, trying to go unnoticed, but when she sees Nova, her face expression becomes somber. Nevertheless, Nova can’t think of another thing besides all the insults she has heard coming from them, and tries to think about the most creative one. 
Then, it hits her. 
And it’s perfect. 
“Shove it up where Hugh shoves it.” She says, out loud, and then she jumps out of the scene, just as Leroy and Honey smile at her with so much pride, that Nova feels they could’ve hugged her. Hugh, from his part, turns around like a bull. 
“Who said that?! Was it the Puppeteer?!” 
“Alright, guys. Who said that?” Simon asks, way more calm than Hugh, even if the insult has been directed at him. 
“Shut up, you fucking bottom.” Honey smiles.
Nova has to choke back a laugh upon noticing the way Simon’s face becomes wrinkled, not it a pout, but in an expression of pure rage. 
“My husband is not a fucking bottom.” 
Oh?” Leroy smiles too, showing all his missing teeth. “So you’re the bottom then?” 
“OF COURSE NOT!”
Leroy and Honey stare at Hugh, and their grins almost look like an evil cat’s. From her part, Nova stares at Simon. 
And in the moment Hugh stares at him too, she knows that he knows what he did wrong. 
“Wow.” Simon takes his hands up his hips. “Wow.”
Hugh rubs his nose. 
“Honey…”
“Ow!” Honey screeches. “You’re using my name as his bottom nickname! That’s lovely!”
“Miss Harper, you stay out of this!” Hugh screams. 
“That’s what you always tell Simon, don’t you?” Leroy mocks. 
And that’s enough. 
Simon bumps his foot against the ground and spins around his own toes, already leaving. 
“SIMON, PLEASE, DON’T BE LIKE THAT!”
“HUGH! CAN YOU PLEASE STOP TALKING TO ME?! I’M MAD AT YOU AND IF YOU KEEP DOING THAT I’M GONNA START CRYING!” 
Naturally, Leroy and Honey laugh a lot.
-.-
It’s a really bad day for Winston to be home. Or, at least, for him to get out of his wagon. 
The tea is getting cold in front of her, intact, while she just looks at it. Ingrid’s is intact too, Honey’s cup is half empty and Winston doesn’t even have one because, at the moment, he’s not welcome here. 
The way they have chosen to let him know, is by ignoring him, but Nova still directs her best death stare at him, which go unnoticed because Winston is too busy trying to access his brand new stolen computer. 
“So, Little Nightmare.” Honey clicks her tongue. “What is it, that you wanted to tell us?”
Nova opens her mouth, but then closes it again. She shoots a glance at Winston, and then comes back to them. 
Then, she finds herself going back to Winston. 
“Winston.”  Nova says, in a flat tone. Upon hearing his name, Winston responds with a mild head movement, letting her know she’s been heard. “Would you mind?” 
“No, not at all. Go ahead.”
Nova has to bite her tongue to avoid telling him he’s not understanding anything, but Ingrid intervenes before she can. 
“Nova, just...ignore this clown and hurry up. We have things to do.” She says, rolling her eyes all the way to the back of her head. 
Maybe she’s right. 
Like, she can’t think of a way in which people that literally live in tunnels like sewer rats could be busy. But, after all, Ingrid is the one who leaves the tunnels the most. Sometimes she brings food. Sometimes she brings clothes…things like that. 
Besides, she’s not in the mood to dance around the issue for long. For that reason, she just lets it out. 
“I think I’m menstruating.” 
And after a couple of seconds of silence, the phrases arrive at the same time. 
“ARE YOU?!”
“Lucky are the ones who bleed.” 
“Holy shit. Monstruation.” 
Nova stares at all three of them in disgust, but they’re too busy minding their own businesses. Honey’s smile falls immediately, and she turns to Ingrid, who at the same time is looking at Winston, who’s looking at Nova. 
Knowing they’re about to start making it about themselves, she interrupts. Not today. The one having the crisis is her.
“So? What we going to do about it? Are you gonna help me with it or do I have to go and steal my stuff alone?” 
Ingrid finally gets the courage to face Honey, who blinks one single time. 
“Who’s not bleeding?”
“I don’t know.” Ingrid responded, no hesitation. “Are you still?” 
“No. No. No. No. This isn’t about me, you little shit.” 
It’s not, indeed.
“…So don’t you go a try to pull that card.”
“You were the one who asked.”
“Why aren’t you bleeding, Ingrid?” 
They all wait for the answer, but the answer never comes. And, she has to admit, she’s as surprised as they are, but that doesn’t change the fact this is not about Ingrid. It shouldn’t be about Ingrid, at least. 
“Guys.”
But they don’t mind her. 
There are more important things to pay attention to, apparently. 
For example, the way Honey gets up and crosses her arms over her chest. 
Then, after groaning, she turns around and presses her palms over her eyes, and exhales loudly, before spinning on her toes again. 
“I need my pills.” She whispers under breath, but not enough for them not to hear her. “Get your fucking coat.” 
“Uh?”
“GET YOUR COAT, AND PUT YOUR SHOES ON!” 
It escalates so fast, that Ingrid has no choice but to obey. But, even as she’s walking away, Nova can’t help but think she’s relieved. She looks relieved. 
Good for her.
At least someone is getting what she needs. 
-.-
Nova is trembling on her “bed” by the time Winston comes into her wagon. She tries to ignore him, and he doesn’t talk to her either, but he does place the black bag he’s carrying in his hand next to her. A big black bag. 
Then, he sits on the floor, and starts playing with a rubik cube. That’s, in fact, the first time he talks to her. 
“I don’t know what’s that thing about wings, and some of them might be adult diapers because all the models on the boxes were girls. I also brought those ghost thingies because they’re funny, and I’ve brought them a couple of times for Ingrid.” Says Winston. 
A couple of seconds later, he adds: 
“I tried.” 
She blinks and gulps, before answering. 
“I know. Thanks.”
-.-
As the hours go by, the pain gets worse, and worse, and worse, until she’s shaking even more, and she’s basically curled up in a ball.
Once the sun goes down, Nova hears Ingrid and Honey outside, but she doesn’t mind them. For a short while, she hears them talking to Leroy and Winston under their breath, to then go on with their lives. It’s in that very moment, that Nova hates everything.
She hates the way in which Ingrid has to make everything about herself. She hates the way in which, once again, she’s not coming first. She hates that it hurts…
And she hates that, when Honey comes into her wagon, she stares at her, and Nova can’t help but to stare back.
Then, she comes into the mattress, holding a white plastic bag, where Nova can see she’s carrying some pills. Honey is already in her pajamas, and her face is free of makeup. 
As the mattress shrinks beneath her weight, Nova tries to pull away from her but, for some reason, she’s scared she’ll make a mess because of her…situation. Honey remains right where she is, and, a couple of seconds later, Nova feels her hand over her back. She’s very cold. 
Very cold.
But she doesn’t mind. It’s relieving.
It’s relieving until Nova remembers she’s mad at her. 
“Do you need a painkiller, honeybun?” 
And Nova takes it irrationally personal. 
“Oh, so…now you care.” She snaps. “Now you care about me. Weren’t you too busy with Ingrid? Why don’t you ask her if she needs a painkiller?!” 
With that being said, Honey goes silent, until she just…finishes laying down, and she feels her hand over her again. This time, on her shoulder. 
For a second, Nova feels lucid, but all that lucidity is blinded by the overwhelming pain at the bottom of her stomach, and how everything is horrible and sad and everything hurts. 
And when there is nothing left, she still finds Honey. When the first tears start flowing from her eyes, Nova turns around, and allows her body to interlock between Honey’s, and accepts her hug. Honey stroked her hair and hummed in her ear. 
Nova doesn’t fall asleep, of course. But Honey does. 
And even then, they don’t move.
For the longest time, they don’t move. 
Two blocks later, Ingrid’s limp gets worse. 
And worse. 
And worse.
And worse, until Nova’s own ankle starts hurting just by thinking about in how much pain she must be in; so she tries wrapping her arm around her waist so Ingrid can use her as a human crutch, but in the moment she feels Nova’s touch, Ingrid snaps. 
“Let go. You’re short. If I try to hold on to you, you’ll break my spine too.”
Nova rolls her eyes. 
“Fuck you, then.”
As expected, it takes them forever to get to the tunnels, and they finally arrive, Leroy’s waiting for them awake, and it takes Winston and Honey less than ten minutes to wake up too, when they hear all the movement coming from Ingrid’s wagon. 
Once they’ve arrived there, Leroy dismisses himself from the duty of taking care of Ingrid’s swollen ankle, and throws the ball to Honey instead, who doesn’t complain, but she doesn’t treat Ingrid more tenderly than Leroy either. 
Nova watches the scene as she bites her nails. Ingrid’s ankle has gotten so big she can’t help but compare it to a frog, and as Honey pokes it (instead of massaging it) to try to find out what’s wrong with it, the bruises on her skin become more evident. 
“I don’t think it’s broken.” Honey concludes. “It’s more likely…”
“Sprained.” Leroy nods. 
“Yes. Sprained. Little Nightmare, would you please hand me some bandages?” 
She skips the part where she asks Honey to not call her that (Little Nightmare) and obeys without hesitation. After all, she knows where Ingrid keeps that type of stuff. She’s been here bleeding or with injured limbs many times before. 
“What the hell happened to you?” Winston laughs. “Are you still this dumb? Really?”
Nova holds her breath as she takes the bandages. 
“Actually, no. Like, you’re not gonna believe what happened.” 
“Please, if any of the Renegades’ little brainless patrolling units did this to you, just…skip the story, because I’ll get really mad.” 
“Nova tackled the shit out of me during training.” 
She hugs the bandages really tightly against her chest, waiting for someone, anyone, to say something. It feels like a small piece of glass trapped in her skin and she wants it out as fast as possible. She wants the lecture to be over before it has even started. She wants…
“She did?”
“She did. And it was awesome.”
What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the
“OH MY GOSH! NOVA!” Ingrid screams in pain as Honey violently lets go of her ankle and runs towards Nova, who turns around and accepts her effusive hug just because it’s too late to reject it. The bandages fall to the ground as she pats Honey’s back, confused. 
“Really, you should’ve seen her!” Ingrid screeches, already recovered. “She was great! HECK, WAS I IMPRESSED.”
“Ingrid, what the fu—“ 
“SHE TACKLED ME! TO THE GROUND! THERE’S NO WAY SHE COULD’VE DONE THAT LAST MONTH! SHE WAS AMAZING!” 
“Sounds like she was.” Leroy smiles. It’s not a wide smile, but still a smile. “Congratulations, Nova.”
Honey, who has stopped hugging her and now has her arms around her shoulders, laughs. 
“We knew you were better than that. You were just playing dumb, weren’t you?”
“I…”
“So…she…sprained your ankle when she tackled you to the floor?” Winston asks. 
“NO, NO, NO! BECAUSE AFTER SHE TACKLED ME, SHE MANAGED TO THROW ME OFF A FUCKING FENCE! I MEAN, HOW COOL IS THAT?!” 
Winston blinks. And for a moment, she sees something weird in his expression. Something…different. 
But maybe she’s just paranoid. 
“…Yeah. Pretty cool.” 
Nova blinks too. 
And the only thing she knows right now is that…
Well.
Perhaps she doesn’t know anything. 
“Heck. I’m proud of you.”
And Ingrid smiles. At her. 
And Nova feels the corner of her lips shaking as they correspond that smile. Next thing she realizes is that that’s how it feels to get it right for the first time. 
“You’re finally getting stronger. Next time…” 
“Next time I’ll wreck you.” Nova says, her smile widening. “And there’s nothing you can do about it.”
Ingrid raises an eyebrow at her, jokingly. 
“Promises, promises, Nightmare. I hope you can keep them.”
Oh, she will.
-.-
At sixteen years old, a few months prior the parade where they plan to assassinate Hugh Everhart, Nova comprehend they’re doing the best they can. 
But she doesn’t tell them that. 
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Evander Wade Hate AU - Chapter 4
MasterList for Evander Wade Hate AU 
Word Count: 3260
This is an au where Evander Wade is secretly a villain solely because I hate him and also I fix most of the major problems with cannon.
WARNING FOR SUPERNOVA SPOILERS
TRIGGER WARNING FOR DISCUSSION ABOUT PHYSICAL AND EMOTIONAL ABUSE
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The next morning, Nova didn't show up at Headquarters, still calling in sick. Once his shift was over he went over to her house, saying that he was going to check in on her to see if she was feeling any better. But the reality was that he needed to talk to her about her being Nightmare.
He knocked on the door and she let him in, taking him up to her room where they sat on the rickety iron twin bed with a worn mattress that she had probably never even used. Nova was sitting on her knees, picking at the old comforter.
"We need to talk," Adrian said.
"I figured," Nova sighed. Danna must have given her a warning as she seemed very calm about everything.
"So you're Nightmare."
"Yeah," she said, running a hand through her hair. "But even if you still hate me by the end of this, I just want you to know that my feelings for you were real. Are real."
"I don't hate you. Danna informed me ahead of time so I had time to process it all. I just want you to explain a few things to me."
"Well what do you want to know?" Nova asked.
"Did they hurt you growing up?"
She seemed stunned that he asked that first. It only upset him more. He didn't want her to have been hurt and it made it seem like no one ever had cared about her well being until she met Adrian and the others. But despite all, her safety should have been first and foremost.
Before you interviewed criminals they got medical assistance. Before people were put in prison they got medical assistance. Crime or not no one deserved to be treated as sub-human with their health disregarded.
"Emotionally or physically because I'm only now realizing the emotional damage," Nova pointed out.
It wasn't a response that made him feel any better about the situation and it certainly didn't reassure him that the answers he'd be receiving would have any positive effects on him. But Adrian needed to know whether or not they hurt her growing up to see how deep all of this ran.
"Tell me about both," he requested softly, squeezing her hand.
"Well I sort of now figured out that other 17 year old kids aren't continuously guilt tripped by full grown adults with the death of their parents in order to get them to kill people," Nova said. 
Adrian grimaced. It made things more clear and her actions more clear. He knew she had felt guilt over the death of her parents but she was a child. She still wasn't an adult yet. Neither of them were. She shouldn't have felt guilty about it and Adrian assumed she didn't have much of an outlet to talk about it.
"And there were some other things but I found out recently that a group of adults trying to create a child soldier is apparently messed up which is something the Renegades certainly have a problem with too. In all fairness why the fuck are so many minors involved in all this stuff?"
"That's..... that's actually a fair point," Adrian admitted. It didn't make much sense that there were a lot of underaged people, including him and all his friends, involved in fighting crime.
"But besides all that.... I did get hurt a lot physically growing up. I mean it wasn't intentional. It was from being trained but I still got hurt often even though no one could take me to a doctor or anything like that because we didn't have money or food or anything and if we did the Renegades would take it away. The Anarchists shouldn't have trained me as a child soldier and the Renegades shouldn't have constantly taken away our bare essentials."
Nova kept going and he listened the whole time. She had a lot of valid criticisms for both sides and the more Adrian thought about it, the more he understood her actions and that the Renegades really weren't a great alternative to the Anarchists.
The Anarchists may have abused and manipulated Nova her entire life, but the Renegades allowed that and made the situation worse by depriving them of basic necessities. Adrian wasn't sure if after Ace took her if they ever looked for what happened to Nova, but they certainly must have thought she was dead if they did and that wasn't a mistake a government should have been making. They didn't let the Anarchists have anything but the tunnels and when teams like Genissa's came and destroyed all their resources. She didn't know the Anarchists were bad because she was a child and raised by them and because she was trapped with them thanks to the Renegade's policies, she had no one to tell her otherwise. If she did escape, not many people would help Ace Anarchy's niece, even if she was just a child.
"Nova you have every right to be upset with everyone," Adrian admitted. Every adult in her life had failed her and the systems put in place to protect vulnerable children only harmed her even more. She saw and experienced the flaws of both sides first hand and deserved to be angry about it. Her entire life had been ripped away and no one bothered to give it back.
"I didn't even know that what I was doing was wrong," Nova sniffled, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "I mean my whole life all these bad things happened to me because of the Renegades and it just made me more eager to listen to the Anarchists because they were the only ones that bothered to take care of me. All I saw was that the Renegades were bad and needed to be gone but now I don't think that the Anarchists are right either."
"I see where you're coming from. I mean I always thought that the Anarchists were terrible and the Renegades were great because I was raised by them but I understand what you mean by the fact that neither side is doing the right thing."
"Yeah," Nova said. "I mean at first I hated everyone and I hated you and I didn't understand how you were one of them. You and the whole team and Callum too. All of you were so nice and sweet and caring and different compared to what I was told you were life and it made me question whether the Anarchists were actually right." 
"Well I don't think the Renegades are right either. I mean I saw Genissa kill Hawthorne and then her team ransacked the tunnels because they could," Adrian said. "I mean I saw the problems before which was why I became the Sentinel but it's become more obvious as time has gone on."
Her eyes widened. Adrian had forgotten that he hadn't told her that and based off her hate for him, which he was understanding now because she was Nightmare, it was a large shock and she would need a moment to process it like he needed some time to process that she was Nightmare.
Nova did her best to hide it though. He could tell as he expression of surprise was gone in a split second but it remained in her eyes.
"I can't even be mad at you for that," Nova said. "I mean I'm Nightmare. It's not like I'm much better in terms of secret identities. I honestly shouldn't be surprised."
He raised a brow. "What do you mean by that?"
"Of course you're the Sentinel. Of course this is how it played out. You always want to do the right thing no matter what so of course you would break the rules to do so," she laughed. "However, how did you get all those powers?"
"Tattoos."
"Tattoos? Adrian, that's genius. Show me!" Her praise was quickly overrun by her own horror. "Sweet rot I fucking shot you! Adrian I'm so sorry I didn't know it was you."
"Nova," Adrian said gently, taking her hands in his. "It's alright."
She cupped his face.
"How?" She asked. "How are you so nice and kind and gentle to me after everything I've done to you."
"Because whether you knew it or not, what you've done was more or less forced upon you."
"That doesn't mean I'm a good person."
"Well you regret those choices and you don't want to be an Anarchist any more so that's a good start. I think you can make it to a point where everyone else will know you're a good person too."
"I still don't get how you can believe in me so much."
"It's because I care about you Nova. And besides. What's left to hide? You're Nightmare. I'm the Sentinel. We've both gone after each other and hurt one another and somehow I still want to kiss you."
"Really?" She asked, breath hitching while her eyes lit up.
"Really," Adrian said. "Everyone has a nightmare. Maybe I want you to be mine."
She snorted and then he kissed her.
This time, when they kissed, it felt so different then before. There were no more secrets and there was nothing stopping them. They could just be a boy and a girl who were dating and stealing kisses and cuddling and being normal. 
"Wait," Nova breathed, pulling away. "Show me your tattoos." 
Adrian had a feeling that she either hadn't guessed that they were on his chest or that she was well aware of where they were and didn't care much at all about that.
It must have been the first option because when he peeled off his shirt to show her, she diverted her eyes with a faint blush rising up her neck and face.
Instead of noticing the tattoos first, she found the bandages around his middle, eyes filled with concern.
"Adrian what happened?" Nova asked softly, worried.
"Genissa," Adrian explained. "Tried to keep her and her team from killing Hawthorne but got this instead."
She frowned and then lifted up her own shirt, showing a healing patch of skin at her side to match his. It must have been from when Genissa threw the pike at her. It was mostly healed now and Adrian realized that she must have taken the Vitality Charm and used it that night which explained why it was missing and why Nightmare wasn't stopped by Agent N.
"I guess that makes two of us," she laughed before dropping the hem of her shirt.
"As smart as it was for you to take the vitality charm I'm going to need it back," Adrian told her.
"I think I can manage that. I can give it back to you and you can act like you found it on the ground somewhere in your house," she suggested. 
She reached out and traced over the lines of a tattoo on his bicep. 
"Do any of that tattoos allow for the tattoos to be hidden?" She asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Have you considered making a tattoo that makes you able to make your body look like you have no tattoos. They're still there but... invisible. It could be helpful. If we need proof for some reason that you're not the Sentinel or maybe if you get hurt or just don't feel like having them visible," Nova explained.
Adrian grinned. It was a brilliant idea. He'd have to figure out what tattoo would represent that, maybe a little ghost or something, but it was doable.
"Have I ever told you how incredibly genius you are?" Adrian asked.
"You could mention it a little more," Nova said, grinning.
Her fingers were still running along the art on his body, following the curves and lines repeatedly like she was trying to memorize them. She then paused, her fingers spread out, and her hand slid up to the back of his neck.
She pushed herself up on her knees so she was eye level and then kissed him. Adrian wrapped his arms around her, holding her tighter and pulling her onto his lap, her legs falling to his sides.
"Hey Nova," he muttered against her mouth. "You're a genius."
Her lips curved into a smile. She kissed him harder and he moaned softly. Adrian's mouth slid down her neck and she gasped lightly, tilting her head back. He nipped at the hollow of her neck and very much enjoyed the whimper that came out of her mouth.
It seemed Nova was feeling even more daring then before as she pulled Adrian down on her. It took him by surprise but he wasn't complaining.
He sunk into it and so did she, one of his hands buried in her hair and the other at her ribs. The feeling of their bare skin colliding, the heat of their bodies against another, and the softness of her lips were a good mix.
Nova brought his mouth back to hers, slipping her tongue in slowly which was another thing that surprised him but he wasn't upset about. Her hands slid up his stomach and chest, up to his shoulders where one fell down to his bicep, holding it tightly, and the other reaching behind him to his back. Nova's nails dug into his skin. It hurt but not enough to care though he had a feeling that there might be nail marks later as she was clutching him like he was the only thing in the world left.
Adrian then dared to move his hands, placing them on her thighs and sliding up so his fingers were under her shorts. He held her gently, drawing small circles on her skin while he told her words of affection.
He wanted to show her how much he cared about her, how precious she was to him, how happy she made him feel. But he wasn't going to push. 
Over the course of their few months of dating, having gotten together after the fight at the Cosmopolis Park, they had definitely kissed a lot and not even when they kissed on his couch before the Gala compared to this. It might have had she not knocked him out, as he was now sure that's why he fell asleep, but it was still different. There was far more physical connection happening then they had ever had and it was different emotionally. Everything was wholly unguarded. There were no more lies and secrets holding them back anymore. It was slow and gentle and sweet and not rushed like they were trying to make the most of a relationship they both thought was going to fall apart eventually.
Nova was quivering beneath him and while she was still kissing him and holding him, he couldn't tell if she truly wanted this or not. Adrian contemplated if she was just trying to please him and go along with him kissing her because she didn't know much else but doing what others wanted or if she was overwhelmed by her own decision, either by making it or the results.
Either way Adrian pulled away, settling at her side while she continued to lie down, tilting her head to face him. Nova looked disappointed that he pulled away but he could tell she was trying to hide it, almost as if she was ashamed of it.
"Are you okay? You're shaking," he pointed out. "We can stop if it's too much for you."
Adrian remembered her telling him at the Gala that if he did something that she didn't like or didn't want happening to her, she'd stop him. Still, he didn't take her quaking body as a good sign and he didn't want her to feel like she had to do anything with him for whatever reason she may have had.
"No it's fine," she breathed, smiling. "I'm just not used to so much physical contact in a positive way."
His heart sank.
"Nova it's perfectly alright to take your time with this and let yourself get used to smaller acts of physical affection before we move on to bigger things," Adrian said, reaching out and pushing back a strand of her hair. "You're always allowed to tell me no. I'm never going to be upset with you for it."
"Okay," she said, nodding and slipping her hand into his. 
She wasn't shaking as much but she was still breathing heavily like she was overwhelmed. It would probably be some time before she was more comfortable getting physical but he was willing to wait. They had been together for a few months and were taking things slow anyways.
Nova was stunning laid out beside him, her hair splayed around her like a halo and her dark brown eyes shimmering in the dim light of the room. She was gorgeous just like she was when he ran into her at the parade, just like when she had kicked Gargoyle's ass, and just like at the gala and every other day. He wasn't sure if Nova was aware or not but a lot of Renegades their age had crushes on her, boys and girls alike. It was hard not to when she was beautiful, strong, and had put the Gargoyle in his place. Everyone liked her after that and part of him was thankful that Nova had needed him for whatever plot the Anarchists dragged her into or else someone might have beaten him to dating her.
Adrian leaned down and kissed her forehead before Nova pulled him back over top of her, this time resting her head on his shoulder. She had one of her hands in his hair and the other drawing circles on his spine.
"It's weird," Nova whispered. "I never liked the Renegades, and I still don't like the Renegades now just to be clear, but you're still a damn good superhero. You certainly helped save me after all."
Adrian smiled. "All in a day's work right?"
Nova snorted and then pressed a kiss to his neck, holding him tighter like he was safety, some sort of protector for her. He didn't blame her for latching on.
Everyone in her life had failed to protect her, whether they tried to or not. The Anarchists certainly didn't keep her safe after all they had put her through and neither had the Renegades as their mistakes had put her in the situation in the first place and made her stay there. 
Nova certainly could hold her own and when it came to fights she didn't need protection. She could kick anyone's ass including his but there were some things everyone needed protection for and for Nova that was the Anarchists and even the Renegades possibly.
Adrian wanted to protect her. And he was going to follow through with it. He was one of the first people in ten years to genuinely protect and care about Nova and he wasn't going to mess it up. And that meant fixing the whole situation even if it would be incredibly difficult.
They still had yet to figure out how Nova was even supposed to leave the grasp of the Anarchists. It couldn't have been that simple. It was down to just Queen Bee and Cyanide and as far as he recalled, they were the nicer Anarchists out of the ones that lived in the tunnels. That didn't mean either of them were going to give up their hold and power over Nova anytime soon though.
Adrian just prayed that he could get her to a safe place and soon.
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i have tossed around making this post for months now, gone back and forth with myself and my friends about if it would even be worth posting this. honestly, i don’t know if telling my side of this is going to do any good, but i think it’s time that i added some more information to this whole situation so that even more people can see that our friends (and i use that term with as much sarcasm as possible) @seattlehqrpg​ , as well as her other rp @canterlotislandhq​​ , have not changed, and will not change. this is indeed another psa about this woman, but with some more information and one on one conversations with the woman. 
hey hi, hello, so, my name is maig, i’ve been around the rpc for over a decade, and right now you might recognize my multifandom : @hiddenwashington​ . we’re an appless multifandom that i started up two years ago. and over those two years, we have dealt with jasmine, jazzy, jackie, jacqueline, whatever j name she wants to call herself this time, on and off, for that duration. 
and just to clear up some information from other psas, i do not believe this is the same nova/jazzy that was terrorizing groups last year with attacking and fighting admins. we’ve spoken with j multiple times, as well as jazzy/nova, and honestly i can tell for sure these are not the same people. unfortunately, there is more than one bad egg in the rpc.
i have a ton of screenshots, so forgive me for not using them all. a link to a google drive will be at the end of this, for all of the screenshots i have of stolen asks, interactions, etc. but i’ll just be using key information for this specific post. or else we’ll be here all day.
when we first encountered j (we’ll just use “j” for now since she focuses on whatever name we call her more than the content of the psas. and all her aliases start with it idk), we thought she was just another person who wanted to join but sort of went about it the wrong way. we first got an anon on the main, asking if our current ginny (that being me) would be willing to give her up. because j wanted to play her. 
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we had gotten an anon asking about if we were welcoming towards people with social anxiety (or something like that. it’s been two years now since this all happened so specifics are a little fuzzy. like i said we’ve been dealing with her for so long.) i pretty much hit her with “i’m not willing to drop her because i still want to play her but hmu on my character account and we can chat about other characters for you to play”. i had no idea that answering it would lead us down this rabbit hole i’m writing about today. we sorta chatted, she kinda just rambled to me about how she wanted to write someone not like her so she could have a challenge. valid. i tried helping out, i didn’t really know what fandoms she was into so i said what i could and then went onto the main. when i got back onto my account, she had taken it upon herself to critique my portrayal of ginny, asking if she would ever say ‘dick’. she kept messaging me, sandwiching that comment between other questions. i told her i didn’t appreciate unsolicited critiques. i tried to move past it but she kept at me about it. telling me she hadn’t read the books in 10 years. and only read one. the last one, in 3 hours. idk overall it was a weird conversation and i sort of thought that was the end of it. 
honestly, i’m not gonna spend a TON of time on this already too long psa going on about every interaction we had with her, every crazy thing she said. most importantly, we accepted her in, thinking she was just a little wild but us talking to her covered it. she ended up going in active over easter or spring break or something, wanted to take up another character, we told her to wait to pick her activity up. ya know, standard admin business. and then she started attacking us. telling us we didn’t care about her, about what she went through not having a computer or whatever. she started sending us anons about how her friend stole her money and we don’t care about her and we all hate her so why should she stay. it was kinda insane. again, check the google doc for all that. she ended up leaving, we got some anons about how she never joined other rps because of admins like us. just random things here and there, some anons about how dare we talk to people like we did. just random shit that really only she could come up with. but we had an rp to run, lives to get on with, tv shows to binge, idk fam. life goes on. 
honestly, we sort of forgot about this whole mess for like close to a year? that was when we started getting ims. from her. we knew bc it was the same accounts as before. she uses the same ones over and over, it’s easy to keep track of her. it’s sort of why we never felt the need to bring anything up, we always thought she was just stealing from us and we knew when it was her and when to refuse to accept the questions. this is where we enter phase two of hidden’s journey with “j” : the thief. 
this is one of our earliest encounters. before she started sending them on anon. 
(for some quick context, she would send us questions for fcs, ask if a character was open and then go around trying to poach our members for her group)
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tw suicidal thoughts for this next picture 
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honestly this goes on for like 10 more pictures, so instead of spamming here, the full conversation is in the google drive under the folder : a fight that almost was
she eventually goes on to call me out as the admin talking to her, i tell her again to message me off the main so that we could get back to actually admining our group. she hits me up, calls me “a cute ginny mun”, and then proceeds to ask me to help her fill out Her Own Application for ginny for her own group!! 
the tiktok video of “did a full one eightyyy” is all that is going through my head from this specific encounter. 
anyways. this is when the stealing really amped up, for not just us, but for the entire rpc. around this time, we had stupidly let her back into the group, i had wanted to keep my eye on her personally. see what she was stealing from the inside. idk i was dumb. this is also around the time the first psa about her came around. 
enter, phase three. it’s similar to phase two, but this time, “j” must tell everyone she is in fact Not A Thief™
so, during this time, it was around may of last year? while she was in the group, she started stealing more, we were catching her in the act, and we eventually had to kick her out of hidden. it’s not really a shock but ya know. gotta do what you gotta do. 
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she was going by jasmine at the time. anyways. this is also before her current group @seattlehqrpg​ , when she still had @manilahq and @forgottenfriendshiphq or whatever she changed that too. she was getting a ton of “hate” over there. mainly anons telling her to stop stealing from other creators. valid. 
anyways, she would blame us for all of the stealing, that we were the true thieves. idk we were her scapegoats for a long time. i can confirm to you all now, i have never, nor have any of my admins, sent her any messages to steal fcs or anything to “attack” her. honestly we try to forget she exists but she just makes it so hard to ignore her with all of this. 
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anyways, this has been our song and dance with “j” for a while now. we get an anon, we answer, she steals from us in a matter of hours. i’m sure everyone can attest to that similar situation. i mean, here’s just like a couple instances. i have hundreds in the google docs, dating back years. this behavior doesn’t change.
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i mean, she has even gone as far as to steal our plot. sure, it’s not exactly original. every multifandom somehow brings all these characters to a city by magic or something. but the mention of the witch, the alternate universe city, the memories. it just all around reads plagiarism. 
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so, check the google doc for more evidence i guess if you really need to! 
but, some things we’ve noticed, beyond her just stealing asks and plots and EVENTS ??? AND NOW TASKS ??? check out this post for the tasks, and this other psa for the event. because that shit is so fucked. 
she has also straight up stolen replies and claimed them as her own. my friend and fellow admin, was in her rp for a hot minute, and played pacifica northwest. (some information is crossed out for privacy) this was from us talking about the plagiarism, of her stealing from my friend while “j” was in hidden, which we both admin.
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this is her post
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and this is "j”’s, while she was in hidden.
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i mean, same gif and everything friends. 
she constantly goes on about how she doesn’t look at other rps, how she doesn’t have time, that she’s running five other groups, but honey, we’re running those groups for you with all the stealing!! i mean, just as further proof that she is constantly looking at other groups, including hidden, to an obsessive amount. a member left her group (who then went and joined us we believe), and this was her unfollow for them. (i feel so sorry for that member to be called out like this?? how uncomfortable do you have to make your former and current members???)
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and hidden’s character count that same day ??? coincidence, i think not.
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listen, this isn’t meant to stir up more drama, i know it will and that’s kinda why i put this off. everyone had sort of said what needed to be said? it didn’t feel necessary to repeat the same shit we all knew. but with more of this happening, with her stealing plots, tasks and events. it felt like this was the time to strike, to get this awareness back up. she needs to stop, and if we all ban together, maybe we can stop it? i don’t know. but i have hope that this can all change if we have each other’s backs. 
this has been hiddenwashington’s side of the story, i’m sure there are still more groups out there with stories or stolen asks. and i am sorry to anyone who has had to deal with her. but just, do yourselves a favor and look out for anyone with a j alias, 21+. she/her, from pst. who also uses “RPG” a lot. 
a lot of this stuff is old, but she’s still doing this in @seattlehqrpg​​ i just grabbed these screenshots because it’s what i had on hand. but anyways. here is the link to the google drive with all of our screenshots we have complied.
if you have any questions, comments, concerns, what have you: my inbox (including anons), ims and everything are open and i am more than happy to chat!! please come talk with me about anything!!!
stay safe, and thanks for joining me on this season of To Catch a Plagiarizer. 
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so, uh, @outervvorlds​ posted an Outer Worlds Ask Meme for everyone’s captains and since i am a menace, stuck at home with a broken foot with nothing better to do, i did the whole damn thing myself so uhhhh here
Basics! Name, age, personality, etc. What do they look like? Are they a new or old oc?
Her name is Izumi Tanaka, but she goes by Izzy in this universe. She’s a 26 year old diva and flirt from a bad past on earth. She likes to make the joke that she likes “looking like a prostitute, but the nice ones, the ones you have to call a number for”. She’s mixed race, mostly Japanese but also African, German, and many other things. She’s a lightskin WOC with green eyes, long wavy black hair, and a shit ton of freckles. She’s very conventionally attractive(high cheekbones, tiny nose, large lips, almond shaped eyes) and she uses it to her advantage at every opportunity. She is an old OC from One Piece!
What are their attributes, perks, and flaws?
No flaws yet as of my current playthrough with her, but she’s very speech-oriented. She has a high Charm and Temperament, but she’s also skilled in melee, particularly two-handed, as well as being a talented engineer. She sucks at sneak, which is hilarious bc she’s also a chronic kleptomaniac.
What do they believe in?
She comes across as very critical of any particular ideology, but when she’s drunk it becomes more apparent that she just asks a lot of questions bc she wants to know everything before committing to something. Doesn’t stop her from siding with Dr. Welles with no information, since he did something for her by waking her up from hibernation.
How did they react to becoming Captain of the Unreliable? Are they much of a leader?
She was mostly just excited to have a ship. She originally intended to just run a solo ship like Hawthorne had, but she also loves to have people around, being an extrovert. She is flying by the seat of her pants when it comes to leadership, but so far bc of her extensive ability to bullshit her way through everything, she seems to be taking the role well.
What was their life like before being iced?
She grew up in a community similar to Byzantium - rich, snobby, and seedy. She was abused by her parents, and given to other high-society types by them to abuse for more money. She eventually snapped and killed her family and set their mansion ablaze to hide the evidence. As she was still a minor at the time and had no other living relatives, she was sent to an orphanage where she met her life-long friend Corona Nova(another imported One Piece OC of mine!), also known as Coco. The two eventually left to look for Coco’s missing younger sister, and became homeless. Izzy developed a drug problem and turned to merc work, partially for drug money and partially to kill the rest of those who’d abused her as a child. When the last one died, not by her hand but of old age, she had a come to jesus moment and got clean from drugs. She also discovered she had a love of mechanical engineering, getting a job at a local shop. It was there that she met Killer, a man she’d eventually end up in a “relationship” with; they weren’t exclusive, but they would actively discourage each other from being with anyone else. While she was working out how to love someone like a normal human being, he was killed. She never dated after him, and several years later, she signed onto the Hope after being tired of life on earth.
Did they have any family before becoming Captain? Do they think their crew as family? 
She had found family in Coco and Calli, a mutual friend of all of theirs who was a occult practitioner named Sai, Killer, as well as her mercenary crew. At first she keeps the Unreliable crew at a friendly but extensive arm’s length, but by the end of it all she ends up considering the crew a family.
What’s their fighting style? Who do they bring along?
She is a SUCKER for 2-handed melee, especially hammers. ESPECIALLY the Prismatic Hammer. She’s also decent at sniping, but she sucks at stealth so she’s not a sneaky sniper. She always has Felix with her, and then it’s usually between Max and Nyoka.
Is Spacer’s Choice their only choice? What do they think of the corporations? She fucking hates the corporations, but tries to be nice to pretty much everyone she meets who’s not a direct Board pawn. She ends up being well liked by most people controlled by the corporations, which tends to give her an unwantedly high reputation with them.
What do they think of the factions? Are they liked or disliked by any? By the end of the story, she’s liked by most factions except the Board and the corps. She’s revered by the Groundbreaker, most of Monarch, and pretty much everywhere except Byzantium folk.
What’s their favourite place in Halcyon? Least favourite? Favorite place is Monarch and anywhere on Terra 2 except Byzantium. She fucking despises Byzantium, it reminds her of her childhood.
Do they have a favourite alien creature? She dislikes most of them, since they mostly want to eat her. She thinks sprats are cute but isn’t above killing them to get their pelts for money.
Did they save The Hope?
She did, and even though she cried over it, she took all of the whatever the fuck its called that Phineas has you steal from Byzantium to save them. She hated that she had to kill all those innocent people, but she knew they were already dead since the Board didn’t have any plans to wake them, and didn’t know how besides. It still did a number on her, though.
What do they want to do afterwards? - but do they get a happy ending? Her original reasoning for getting on board the Hope was to get as far away from “civilized” society as possible, and make a private life for herself. But by the end, all she wants is to continue to help people with Felix, which she does. She’s finally happy and at peace with her past, so I’d say she got a happy ending.
What do they think of the companions? Friendships, crushes, dislikes, etc. She loves all her companions like family by the end, but she did not care for Ellie in the beginning, and she was very wary of Max, mostly bc his drive to complete his goal, no matter the cost, which reminds her of herself in the thick of her personal revenge against her abusers. She found Parvati to be sweet if naive, but she really fell into favor with Nyoka and Felix, and Max after his drug trip. She’s head over heels for Felix, and ends up with him after her kidnapping on Monarch.
How do the companion quests go? She sets Parvati up with Junlei, helps Max become a Philosophist, helps Ellie get back at her parents. She cries with Nyoka over finding out her merc crew left the rest of them behind, and she doesn’t trust Clyde from the beginning, with the way he treats Felix. She doesn’t chastise him for being too trusting though.
What’s their love language? She’s pretty unsure of this herself, being that she’s never been in a normal, stable relationship, but she knows she loves to get gifts for her loved ones. She gets all of the crew anything they ever want. She also just loves to spend time with her loved ones, even just being in the same room doing separate things makes her happy.
Are they in a relationship? Do they want to be? She ends up in a relationship with Felix by the end. She’s always joked that she’s allergic to commitment, but she finds herself wanting to spend all of her free time with Felix, and even though she’s naturally a cuddly person, she’s extra-cuddly with him. She ends up realizing “oh shit, i like him way more than i intended to” at some point during her trip.
How to win them over? She’s more motivated by fun experiences and flattery than money, although she does like having bits for buying as much booze and cigs as she wants. Romantically, she enjoys people with a sense of humor, but who can be real. She loves Felix bc he’s 100% authentic at all times, says and does exactly what he wants… And because she loves how dumb he acts/is.
How to break their heart?
It’s very rare for her to let someone get under her skin long enough to break her heart, but she’s been fighting all her life to prove to herself that even though she’s a murderer, she is still a good person, so someone telling her otherwise stings pretty bad.
How did those cows get onto their ship?? She ordered them for their wool. She’s very into fashion but HATES spacer fashion, so she tried her hand to shear their wool and spin it and make something out of it. Results haven’t been good but she keeps trying.
A song that reminds you of them, Bad at Love by Halsey is a big one, I by Kendrick Lamar, I Like It and Be Careful by Cardi B. Any big party banger type song too, Izzy’s a party animal.
Three random facts about them.
-she’s a crazy chain smoker. She steals cigarettes more often than anything else, save for ship decorations. -she had a really shitty punk band on earth. The crew manages to recover some audio recordings(long story, it’ll be in the fic). Felix is the only one who enjoys it. Parvati tries to say something nice. Everyone else gives her all the shit for it. -if given the choice, she would never wear a proper shirt. She loves to have her midriff showing. In the fic, she finds a cache of her old shit that Coco brought along on the Groundbreaker, and Izumi cries when she finds out that Coco put all her old favorite clothing articles in it. (Felix is very happy, as most of the outfits are skimpy)
and as a bonus, here’s a picture of Izzy, done by a friend of mine! obviously probably not something she’d wear in space though, lmao
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sunflowersupremes · 6 years
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Everyone Was a Kid Once: Chapter 2
Stakar is very much in love with Aleta. Aleta is in love with the presents he steals her.
They didn’t plan to become the Galaxy’s most feared pirates, it just happened.
Characters: Aleta Ogord, Stakar Ogord, Charlie-27 (Marvel), Mainframe (Marvel), Krugarr (Marvel), Martinex T'Naga
Additional Tags: vaguely comic inspired, Backstory, Orphanage, Child Abuse, ravager week
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Aleta crouched behind the crate, motioning for Stakar to follow her. “Come on!” she whispered, waving her hand so that he would come closer.
Stakar crept over, kneeling behind Aleta. “Look,” he said softly, “we need to agree on what to do if this goes wrong.” He wasn’t going to leave Aleta - he couldn’t - but he wasn’t going to ask her to stay behind for him. She deserved freedom and he still owed her for the beating.
Thankfully, it seemed Aleta hadn’t had any delusions of grandeur. “Get the hell out of here and leave anyone who can’t take care of themselves.” She grinned. “Sound like a plan, dear?”
She knows. Aleta was taunting him by calling him ‘dear,’ knowing that it made his chest do things. Asshole. He shook his head and pulled himself back to the present, Aleta was no longer looking at him, her eyes focused on the distant prize: the supply ship.
“Yeah. Get on the ship. Hide until it reaches Xandar. Sneak off.” Stakar repeated the plan again, as he’d been doing over and over in his head since Aleta had first suggested it. Once they’d snuck into the hanger that morning, he’d started mumbling it out loud.
Aleta didn’t like it. “If you repeat that one more time I’ll kill you myself.”
They watched as the Nova Corps leader talked to the head minder, then the two stepped away from the ship together. Aleta looked over her shoulder at Stakar. “Now or never.”
Suddenly he froze, fear gripping him. Yes, he’d always known he wanted to leave the orphanage someday - it had been his main goal, for quite a long time - but this? This was madness. “Aleta!” They were almost of age, they’d be getting out of the orphanage soon. There was no need to start their new lives in trouble with the Nova Corps for running away. “Aleta!”
Too late. She either didn’t hear him or choose to ignore him, running full tilt toward the supply ship. Her footsteps echoed in Stakar’s head, haunting him.
Either the minders heard her or the Nova Officer did, either way, they turned to face her and the officer yelled, “Stop right there!” Aleta ignored him, clearly having decided she was going to get to the ship or die trying.
“Crazy! Crazy!” Stakar hissed, looking left and right, trying to decide if he could easily slip away without the Officer or one of the minders noticing him.
A shot rang out.
Aleta screamed.
Stakar turned just in time to see her fall, her hand moving to clutch at her wounded leg. They’d shot her. They had shot a child just for trying to get on the ship.
That was bad.
He had to remain silent, watching in horror as her attackers approached her, one of the minders dragging her to her feet, ignoring her pained cries. She’d told him to run. Stakar didn’t like following orders. He looked around quickly, his eyes scanning for something - anything - that could function as a weapon. Nothing.
There was shouting coming from beside Aleta, she was struggling in the arms of her captors, still giving them hell. Stakar shook his head. I’m going to die, he thought numbly. If they don’t kill me for this, she will. He set off across the hanger, weaving in and out of the boxes, keeping to the shadows. Part way there, Aleta met his eyes. “Keep them distracted,” he mouthed. “Trust me.”
It was impossible to tell if she got the message, but at that moment, Aleta kicked the nearest minder in the head, sending them flying. “Fuck you!” she screamed.
Too much distraction, he thought. He should have told her not to piss them off enough to shoot her before he could do what he needed to. Stakar ducked down, letting Aleta’s most recent chaos be his cover as he bolted for the steps leading into the ship.
Stakar’s original plan that he’d proposed to Aleta had been to steal the ship and take off. She’d suggested simply sneaking onboard and hitching a ride. He hoped she’d forgive him for reverting back to the first plan.
Once onboard he made his way to the cockpit, scanning the controls for anything familiar. Calm down, he told himself firmly. You’ve read about these. It was a lot different seeing them in person. He sat in the pilot’s chair, found what he prayed was the activation toggle, and flicked it.
Bingo.
The ship came to life, lighting up into a thousand colors, information flashing across the windshield like fireworks. It’s beautiful. Stakar thought he could sit and stare at the controls all day if he had the chance.
He was quickly pulled from his thoughts by shouting. Aleta’s attackers had given up on her and were running toward him. “This is what you wanted,” he reminded himself. “Now think.” With a resounding click he shut the bay doors, a lift of the wheel pulled the ship into the air, and with another few buttons, he locked the tractor beam onto Aleta.
She was gaping at him, her mouth moving in words he couldn’t begin to hear. “I’m flying!” he yelled back in delight. Even with the distance between them, he saw her roll her eyes.
He also saw as her face paled and she wildly pointed to something behind Stakar. When he looked over his shoulder he saw another Nova Corps member approaching him, blaster drawn. “Short trip,” the officer snarled. “Now let go of the controls and I might let you and girly stay here and pretend this never happened.”
It was certainly an option. They’d be beaten, no doubt, and probably have their rations cut, but it would keep them from facing an official Nova Corps sentence. It would also mean Stakar might never see another ship like the one he was currently sitting in.
In one smooth motion, he clicked off the artificial gravity, then sent them spinning in circles. He managed to hang onto his seat, the officer wasn’t so lucky and was thrown through the cabin. Stakar forced his eyes to focus on the readings in front of him, ignoring the ground spinning away below him. With one hand still hanging on for dear life, he reached out and activated the tractor beam, locking it onto Aleta.
He knew he’d have to time it perfectly, and hope Aleta figured out what he was doing.
Activating the tractor beam with one hand, he used his free hand to stop the ship’s spinning, launching himself out of his seat and at his would-be attacker. The still-dazed officer went down easily, falling to the ground under his fists.
Aleta burst through the cockpit a moment later. “What the hell are you doing!?” she yelled.
“Help me throw him off!” Stakar shouted back.
Together the two wrestled the officer through the ship, barely managing to fling him out the airlock before he could wake up enough to shoot them. Stakar winced when he saw the man hit the ground.
“This wasn’t the plan!” Aleta hissed, slamming the airlock closed.
“He’s dead.”
“We were supposed to stow away! Now we have to fly this d’ast thing! Do you even know how to do anything besides spinning! And turn the artificial gravity back on!”
“We killed him.”
“We didn’t kill him you idiot, the fall did,” Aleta shoved past him, pushing her way toward the cockpit. At the height they were at, there was little enough gravity that she seemed to bounce as she walked. Technically she wasn't wrong.
Stakar shook his head to clear it. “You’re bleeding,” he realized.
“Yeah, well, I got shot.”
“We should bandage that.”
Aleta turned to glare at him. “We should get off this planet first!” Stakar easily caught up with her, and together they entered the cockpit. Aleta looked around with a frustrated look on her face. “Well? Do your stuff Flyboy.”
Oh? Oh. Suddenly Aleta’s aversion to his plan of stealing the ship made a lot more sense. “You can’t fly,” he said, mostly to himself.
“Some of us have better things to do than read all day,” she snapped, giving him a push into the pilot’s chair. “Work your magic.” She sat beside him in the copilot’s chair, wincing slightly as her wounded leg touched against the seat.
Stakar did his best to remember what buttons did what, pushing the ship toward the nearest jump point and looking over his shoulder, half afraid of being followed. “The nearest Nova Corps planet is a few jump points away. Even once they send out a distress signal, we’ll have a headstart.”
“Great. Have you heard of Nowhere? It’s a real shithole. Set the course for there.”
Stakar did as he was told, plugging in the required jumps and letting the ship’s nav computer do the rest. “What’s in Nowhere?”
“What isn’t in Nowhere?” Aleta snipped back. She sighed. “Look, we’ve got to ditch the ship. Nowhere is where we’ll find the people willing to buy it. We sell the ship and everything on it and then split the money. Then we can both go our own ways and pretend none of this ever happened.”
“Why would we do that?”
“Because the Nova is looking for this ship?” Aleta rolled her eyes, pushing herself up from her chair. “Gonna go find bandages,” she muttered to herself.
“I mean why split up? There’s safety in numbers.”
Aleta was unconvinced. “Uh huh,” she said, shaking her head. “Sure. Tell yourself that.” She limped from the room, grumbling under her breath the whole way.
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strangcrdoctor · 6 years
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∞Guardians commentary time, because I was honestly too wiped out to get to it last night but I’m still very up for it now. 
1. So here’s my question about the opening sequence on Morag. If Ronan had hired the people that faced off with Quill in the opening sequence on Morag, was it just the case that Ronan’s men arrived 2.5 minutes too late, like Peter arrived just early enough to beat out Yondu? Because initially my impression was that they were indigenous and guarding it, but I know now that not to be the case because Korath is very much a devotee of Ronan, etc. But even if it is the case that Peter beat Ronan’s people, holy timing Batman. Seriously kudos to Quill for being even if incidentally two steps ahead of even Ronan’s game. 2. Okay one, Nova Prime Irani Rael is a hot piece and two she definitely deserves to be the girlfriend of General Leia Organa you can disagree with me but that makes you a suspect human being. Anyway, Rael making the diplomatic call to the Kree to denounce Ronan was not out of bounds for normal statecraft. Especially with a new and tenuous alliance, she’s not only right in calling bullshit that the Kree empire has said nothing to denounce Ronan, but she’s also right in advising they make a statement to stabilize their early peace because early peace is amazingly fragile. But like way to not maintain an alliance at all Kree Empire. You suck. 3. The actual diversity of felons on the Kyln is pretty neat, I’m not going to lie. Not just interspecies representation but also body type representation. There’s big very obviously non-straight criminals. There’s cool as shit looking alien species. There’s chubby feminine looking criminals! Tell me who they are Marvel! Tell me. 4. Now that Thanos’ real character has been revealed in the course of IW it is no damn wonder why Thanos thought of Ronan as a petulant child. Granted, Thanos’ logic is worse in that it is slightly better, but by comparison Thanos is an overly dire pragmatist were Ronan is very much just a racist bigot with a power complex. Thanos predictably find’s Ronan’s racial shortsightedness pithy, and I really have zero doubt that if Ronan had actually gone to piss on Thanos’ front lawn he would not have lasted long. 5. On the other hand, really Thanos. #1 piece of advice in the universe is don’t torture and dismantle women and then trust them to be complicit. You will die. 6. If anyone doesn’t feel pelvic sorcery during a close listening to Fooled Around & Fell In Love they are definitely soulless. 7. I also really really want to know what the hell they were drinking on Knowhere that got Rocket and Drax drunk (I mean who knows they might both be lightweights but I doubt it.), because Stephen wants some. 8. I’ll come right out and say it it’s a fucking shame that Tivan’s collection gets blown to hell. Not because Tivan isn’t twisted as hell keeping live specimens and slaves to himself, but more on the “holy crap what cool stuff just got destroyed that the universe will never see again” kind of way. It’s like the burning of the Library of Alexandria, only somehow worse. 9. The nods given to Thor: The Dark World and The Avengers are of course interesting given there’s a Dark Elf and a Chitauri, but I’m super curious about what made those particular specimens of each special enough for Tivan to keep them. Tivan deals with the depths and breadths of the universe coming in and out of Knowhere, and he doesn’t just snag one item from every species or race he comes across. So was there something interesting in particular about that Dark Elf and that Chitauri? Was the Chitauri one of the only remaining survivors after the nuclear explosion? Was the Dark Elf one of Malekith’s higher ups? I’m just curious about them, and curious about Tivan’s reasoning for keeping them. 10. Okay but adding to this whole Tivan’s collection tangent, Cosmo the Space dog cracks me up and not just because it’s funny for Tivan to have a doggie cosmonaut in his collection. Cosmo is a legit character in the Guardians comics, and he’s head of security on Knowhere and telepathic. So even if Tivan is keeping him in his collection or is just trying to keep him out of the way for something, just imagine what it’s like having an angry Russian dog thinking at you all the time because you’re getting in the way of him doing his job. 11. Slightly different bend on the Tivan train, but Carina legitimately just heard Tivan talk about how the stone was capable of destroying even a whole group of people who tried to wield it, and she was still willing to take the risk of being incinerated rather than living with her current conditions. Carina wasn’t resolutely making the hero play - she was making a suicide play knowing full well it would end that way if the hero play didn’t work. 12. When Yondu states that Peter doesn’t give a rip about Terra like. Dude. How many fucking references in this movie has he made to Terran culture? Music and movies and art and holy shit would you look at that, he sure as hell talks like a more culturally integrated human than anything else you twat waffle. Great way to piss him off though and get him to play it your way, which granted is what I think Yondu was probably doing the whole time but still. You don’t look at this boy who idolizes Footloose and knows who Jackson Pollock is and tell him he doesn’t care about Earth. Caring about Footloose and Jackson Pollock at all is a labor of love. 13. Speaking of Yondu, how the fuck is that the jewel frog bauble considered by anyone to be worth of the “high end” community? On top of it just hurting me, it does really raise the question of how is trite crap like that so valuable? Does it have some vector of worth and rarity because its origins are weird, obscure, or finite? Are the gems magical artifacts of some kind? Are the wealthy in space that mother-fucking self-ironic? Because if they are I want to know them. 14. Peter Quill, everyone, who makes a dick message to garner trust 15. Not for the first for for the last time will I say this, but Ravager tech is impressive. And I am amazingly intrigued at how Ravagers got such good technology and resources on their hands. True, they steal things and make money off of trades and pilfering. But that isn’t the only way to acquire goods and it’s not the only thing a viable pirating economic model can survive off of. Half the reason the Ravagers succeed is because they run like a business, have clientele, and are clientele for certain sects, right? So what kind of powerful connections do they have that allow them their advanced fleets? That’s the kind of shit I want to know about. 16. Also what the hell are Ronan’s pilots with the weird glowy psychic spheres on the Dark Aster? Is the Dark Aster itself Kree technology, or something Ronan got from Thanos who appropriated it from some other world he’s conquered? Because we know so little about the Kree in the MCU it’s hard to say, but I suppose we’ll have to wait and see if the Kree ever do become a part of canon so we can have more data with which to make a comparison. 17. Guardians does a pretty good job of taking at least some time to portray how terrible aerial dogfighting is on a mass scale because honestly it’s a bloody nightmare. It’s pictured so often and so carelessly in film that it’s not something we often think about, and the only movie I’ve ever seen that addresses how it feels in human terms is Dunkirk, but the intensity and messiness of it in Guardians is still pretty realistic and I give it props for that. 18. It occurs to me that maybe the younger, post-GOTG Groot is so bitter and antisocial for a while because of how giving the elder Groot was, and the seedling felt the sacrifice and his existence was under-appreciated? It was just a thought that crossed my mind. 19. Also Ronan you twat. “Engage Immolation Initiative” is just Big Mean & Fancy for “light ‘em up fuckers,” don’t pretend you’re any cooler than anyone else. 20. I really really appreciate the design that went into the Xandarian cityscape as a fully intergalactic multicultural society that shows it even in the way the city and buildings are assembled. The city isn’t uniform like a lot of science-fiction cities are - it’s got texture. Different sectors have different styles of buildings and different architecture. Like a real metropolitan area, it’s a patchwork of influences and it’s very well done. 21. Kudos to Rocket for identifying that ground-to-air is a super viable defense strategy. One thing that people tend to forget about ground-to-air is that aside from clouds, there’s no obstacles behind which to hide in the sky, so while ground defense might seem clumsy at times, air offense is hugely precarious because there is absolutely no defense mechanism against any attack except maneuvering, and when a defense is fully able to target that weakness it’s pretty damn effective. 22. It’s interesting to me how well superhero movies integrate climaxes within battle sequences? Some people might call it lazy but I call it interesting when when defense lines break, plans fail, and when teams encounter interference to push the plot forward. Plot movement in Marvel movies curry a lot of momentum from these events, but actually they’re pretty interesting replications of how modern society has been built on the results of such events within our own history. History has been moved by these exact same sorts of events, which is why they make sense to us in storytelling. 23. Peter protecting Groot from Rocket’s crash into the into the Dark Aster? Golden. And then Peter immediately going to Rocket from the wreckage? Stellar. Peter Quill you are a gem. 24. I will never forgive Marvel for hurting me as bad with “We are Groot” as Warner Brothers did with “Suuuuuperman” in Iron Giant. Stop giving Vin Diesel more opportunities to rip my heart out of my chest, please. 25. My mom and my uncle, her brother, both adored the entire GOTG soundtrack so much and it brought them so much joy watching it together that it got me into Motown. Even though it was oblique and dorky, Marvel did something amazing with this movie and gave my parents a piece of their own youth back, while giving me a chance to share in their knowledge and experience. It’s stuck with me ever since, especially because fundamentally that experience is the reason I got into Motown music, which I now adore with all my heart.
Alright, done with that. These are... just getting longer and longer I’m sorry guys no one should have ever allowed me to do this. Oh well. Too late to stop me now. Captain America: The Winter Solider is up next, and oh the pain.∞
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Look at the Stars (Part 4/?)
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"The lady Gamora. I am here to fetch you for my master!" The pink woman said, motioning towards the inside. I walked inside with the others. "Okay this isn't creepy at all." Rocket said from beside me. "Yeah not creepy at all." I replied, looking around for any exits that I could use if necessary. "We hold the Galaxy's largest collection of fauna, relics and species of all manner." The woman said as we walked past a growling dog in a spacesuit. "I present to you Tanalear Tivan. The Collector." The woman said, gesturing to a man with white hair, a strange fur coat, and weird glasses. 'What in the actual hell' I thought as he spoke to Gamora. The way he spoke was the strangest thing ever. I couldn't even place what it sounded like. "Let's bypass the formalities Tivan. We have what we discussed." Gamora spoke. 'Oh please, let's do that. I really don't want to be here any longer than necessary .' I thought. "What is that... thing there?" The Collector asked looking at Groot. "I am Groot." He replied. The Collector started to walked towards Groot while I stood beside him. "I never thought I would get to meet one. You must allow me to pay you now so that I may collect him. At the moment of his death of course." The man said.(I honestly have no idea what he says there so sorry bout that) "Why? So he can turn you into a freaking chair?" I snapped. "He is your pet?" He asked me. "Excuse me?" My arms lit up, making the man back away from me. I felt Peters hand go on my back, heard Rockets gun, and saw Gamora go in front of me. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. "Arva." I heard Peter say calmly. "I'm calm. I am. Really!" I said." Are you sure? Because your hands don't say that." Rocket said. I looked down to see that my hand were surrounded by blue from electricity. That was new. I clenched my hands to make it go away and focused on what was happening.
Peter was trying to hold up the orb to the collector than ended up dropping it. The Collector started to explain how the stones came into existence. They were called infinity stones. They can only be held by beings of extraordinary strength. The infinity stones can destroy entire civilizations like wheat in a field. A group of people were able to hold a stone for a few seconds before Eve they were killed. The orb opened to reveal a small purple gem that radiated power. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the pink woman starting at the stone eyes wide and transfixed. She started to walk over to the stone as we were asked how we wanted to be payed. My brows furrowed and I asked "What are you doing?" The Collector seemed to perk up at this. "Arina. Get back." He warned. "I will no longer be your slave!" She shouted, before grabbing on to the stone. I immediately went up behind Gamora and Peter and throwing up a forcefield, as I could see Groot and Rocket getting away. I could hear the poor girls screaming as the place erupted into purple fire.
"What the -" I heard Peter say as we popped our heads up from behind the counter. I could hear the Collector moving from somewhere as we ran up to the orb and closed it. The space dog ran from the shop beside us. What the Collector wanted with a space dog I had no idea. "How could I think Tivan could contain whatever was within the orb!" Gamora said angrily as me and Peter walked behind her. "What do you still have it for!?" Rocket asked. "Well what were we gonna do Rocket? Just leave it in there?" I snapped. "He had that in his purse Arva! A world destroyer rock!" "It not a purse! It's a knapsack!" Peter yelled, offended. "Who cares what it is?" I snapped while Gamora said "We have to bring this to the Nova Corps. There's a chance they can contain it." " Are you kidding me? Forget about the Nova Corps, just give it Ronan!" Rocket yelled back. "Ronan? And have him destroy the whole freaking universe!?" I yelled, astonished he would even think such a thing. "What are you, some saint all of a sudden? What has the universe ever done for you? Why would you ever want to save it" Rocket said. "Nothing! It's done nothing for me! But that doesn't mean I want to have millions of kids and people killed! Not to mention, we are some of the idiots who live in it! If the universe dies, we die with it dumbass!" I yelled right back. "Arva listen to me, we cannot allow the orb to fall into Ronans hands. We have to deliver it to Nova." Gamora said, clutching my jacket. "Yeah I know that. You're right. We have to get it to them." I said back. "Or we could give it to somebody who's not going to arrest us, who's really nice for a whole lot of money. I think it's a really good balance between both of your points." Peter said. "Peter, what in the actual hell?" I asked him.
Gamora started to insult him before she was interrupted by dozens of ships flying in. Ronans ships. "At last!" Drax yelled, laughing. "What in the actual hell" I whispered, getting more and more panicked. "You called Ronan?" I yelled. "Quill! Don't you move boy!" I released a string of profanities as another group joined us. We ran over to where the mining ships docked and threw the people working in them out. "We are all going to die." I muttered as I climbed into mine. A few of Ronans ships quickly pursued us. I could see them pursue Gamora, knowing that she has the orb. I followed after them in hopes I would find a plan on the way there. Explosions and tight spaces made it difficult to find a way to her, but I was lucky and kept up. I barely heard Peter say that these ships were nearly indestructible. As I heard that though I sped up, crashing into the ship in front up me sending it into the nearest wall. My ship swung a little bit before straightening out. I sped up even more and crashed straight through the middle of a ship, completely exploding it. I could see a ship up in front shooting at Ronans ships as they passed. I slammed into the ship as it pressed Gamora's to the wall, freeing her. We quickly headed out to space as we realized we were trapped, Peter warning us not to go, as these ships weren't meant for space. Before I could react my ship exploded.
I quickly formed a bubble of air to protect my head. I tried to propel myself to Gamora, who was floating out in space. I put a bubble of air around hers as well. I heard Peter and Rocket exchanging words before he contacted the Ravengers. I looked over, shacking my hand and head at him, trying to make him see that he was no use. I could see the color return to Gamora's face as her breathing picked back up. Before Peter could do anything more stupid, light surrounded me and Gamora levitating us upwards and into the Ravenger's ship. "Arva!" I heard Gamora say from next to me. "Hi..." I said exhaustion lacing my voice. "Where's the orb?!" She demanded. "I think they got the orb." I said while sitting up. "What do you mean they got the orb?" She snapped at me. As she finished, what looked to be half a dozen Ravengers came in all pointing their weapons at us. "Hello Ms. Marris. The leader, Yondu, picked me up and slammed me against the wall. "Where is Peter!?" He yelled. "I don't know and why would I tell you anyways?" I snarled. "Don't be a smartass, girl! Tell me where he is!" "I told you I don't know! Last time I saw him we were making a deal on Knowhere!" "What deal?" "It doesn't matter!" I yelled, making him slam me into the wall, my head hitting it.
I could hear Gamora yelling in the background, commanding them to let me go. "Yondu! Listen to me! Ronan has something called an infinity stone!" "I know what he's got girl." Yondu growled, glancing at her. "Than you know we must get it back! He's going to use it to wipe out Xandar. We have to warn them. Millions of People will perish." She said desperately. "Is that what Peter and this girl have been filling your head with? Huh? Sentiment?" Yondu snapped at her. "What's so wrong with not wanting people to die huh? Whys it got to be something you put in someone's head?" I shouted struggling. I was pushed back into the wall. As he pushed back his coat I heard a strange humming sound before he whistled and a flying red arrow was at my throat. "No!" Gamora yelled. "Sorry girl. Captains gotta teach his men what happens to those who cross us." The man behind Yondu repeated that. "If you kill me now you are saying goodbye to the biggest score you have ever seen." I said, lifting my head a little bit. "The stone? I hope you got something better than that. Cause ain't nobody's stealing from Ronan." He said back. "We got a ringer. She knows everything there is to know about Ronan. His ships, his army" i said glancing at Gamora. "He's vulnerable." She said, backing me up. "What do you say Yondu? We can go get Peter and you and him can go kick ass like the old days."
A few seconds after I said that the arrow came off of my throat while they started to laugh. I started to laugh as well, though in more of a 'what the fuck are they doing' kind of laugh. He dragged me off of the wall and I saw Gamora jerk her hands away from the other men. The ship jerked suddenly making us all go into action. "Captain, the shots are not damaging." Said the man in the seat. Outside I could see a ship, one much smaller than the Ravengers. All I could think was 'What kind of insane person would think to take on the Ravengers with that kind of ship?" But as I looked closer I saw what could only be the Milano. 'Of course. Of course it's my insane person. Who else would it be.' I thought. "Attention idiots. The lunatic on top of this craft is holding an agerod enforcer. A weapon of my own design. If you don't hand over our companions now he's gonna tear you ship a new one. A very big new one." Rocket announced. 'What an idiot. Why did Peter let them go through with this' I thought while rolling my eyes. "I ain't buying it." Yondu shouted. "I am giving you to the count of five. FIVE!" That created dozens of protests around the ship as he started to count down. I lunged for the radio on the man's chair. "Rocket! Its me! For God's sake we figured it out! We're fine!" I yelled in a panicked tone. "Oh hey Arva! What's going on with you huh?"
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I Couldn’t Become a Hero, So I Reluctantly Decided to Get a Job - Episode 03
Alright, I have actual time today, so let’s get to it. It’s I Couldn’t Become a Hero, So I Reluctantly Decided to Get a Job, episode 03! Here we GO!
-We begin with Fino’s clock reaching seven AM, and trying to wake her up. Which also gives us a good view of her shiny new apartment, which is…I mean, look, the kid’s had it for like a week, tops. It’s a futon, a table, and a couple boxes of crap she presumably managed to haul out of the old castle, and that’s about it. Her alarm clock’s not even on a table, it’s just kind of sitting by her. It’s also loud and Fino’s a deep sleeper, forcing Raul to come in and wake her up.
-A deep, naked sleeper.
-So the blushing comes. And then Fino has to try and find her clothes and is all squirmy and naked and Raul finally just throws one of his old t-shirts at her. And that’s all she’s wearing and well it’s the whole “wearing your boyfriend’s big t-shirt and nothing else” look and Raul’s brain just kinda cracks like an egg. He’s trying, guys, really.
-Opening!
-Episode 03: We Should be Careful When Handling Weird Products Sent to Us by Corporate.
-Raul and Fino are out and about, and Raul is kind of grumbly about that alarm clock. How the hell did you not wake up from it. It woke him up and he’s an entire apartment away. Also Fino has, instead of getting actual clothes that fit her, chosen to just tie off Raul’s t-shirt under her cleavage. It’s equal parts adorable and absurd and it even still smells a little like Raul. Shit, I think that means you’re engaged.
-To work! Where Seara tries to get them both to perk up despite Raul trying to complain about the whole “Fino is a terrible neighbor” situation, and Fino trying to steal herself a snack from the bowl of treats. Also Seara and Viser have to go off to the corporate offices for a meeting. Again.
-Hard cut to Fino working on an ad for the new washer they just got in. …Fino has, instead of drawing an actual ad, chosen to draw a horrifying warscape full of undead and dying and blood and just kind of put a washer in there. It’s like if you made Suzu from Comic Girls do ad copy. They are not putting that up on the wall, Fino. Just, no.
-Also there’s a customer who needs help. Seems she’s got an old, beat-up fan she’s hoping they could look at…And Raul can see it’s pretty old and battered. Might just be time to get a new one…But Fino sees the disappointment in the woman’s face, how even this small thing has so much sentiment tied up into it, and she wants to try and fix it! If there’s anything at all they can do…! Alright, into the back. No guarantees, but it’s not like they can make the situation worse, right?
-A blue haired woman disagrees. Meet Lore, the delivery and maintenance woman. She takes two seconds to look over the fan, sees the problem, and she can fix it. Come over here and she’ll get the paperwork ready. And of course the woman is ever so thankful, not just to Lore for being so confident she can fix the problem, but to Raul and Fino for being willing to take on the challenge at all instead of just trying to sell her something…
-And oh, dear sweet Fino, she’s so excited at the idea of being appreciated by someone. You’ve got a good heart, kid.
-Then over to corporate, where Seara is basically having to deal with the reality that her customer satisfaction ratings are amazing, but her sales are shit. And she pretty much stonewalls her boss, as she always does, to keep the stress of this from ever hitting her floor-staff…Sooo the orders come down hard. In short, they’re going to start carrying more budget items and do a big promo about all the new deals, and get people in the fucking door.
-Lunch break! Raul brought Fino over to the convenience store, and we get the name Elza for the busty woman who works the counter. Also, Lam-chan continues to try and be serious. It’s not working. Even as she…
-Well, I was going to say “sees Fino as a rival”, but considering the overwrought name, I can’t help but wonder if Lam-chan is also a refugee from the Demon Lord’s kingdom…
-So, lunch, then back to the shop, where it’s the kind of quiet part of the day. Sweep the floors, fix broken goods, and just kind of kill some time.
-And then All A walks in. And to be fair, that was a nickname. Now that she’s not in the heroing game, it’s just Airi. So what brings her in? Here to gloat over him? She’s out shopping, is all. Uh huh. …So where’d you end up, Airi? If you’re out shopping, that means you have real money. The kind you get from a job, not the petty cash their old classmates scrounge for.
-Well she’s all blushy so I suspect she’s lying when she says she ended up working security, but Raul is impressed. That’s good work, the kind that really puts her skills to use…Also out comes some long lingering hatred of demons. Don’t let Fino hear that kind of talk, Airi. She’ll get mad.
-Cue Fino. This is the worst possible time of all times. Also, Fino can only deduce that, seeing as Airi isn’t at the counter with anything to buy, but instead is acting all confrontational, that trouble is afoot! Fear not, Raul, she’ll save you from this would-be complainer! The most ferocious enemy of all corporate life! Stay behind her, Raul! She’ll take this foe down with her greatest demon magic!
-Please be quiet, Fino. And finally they manage to get her to walk off and start browsing…Aaaaand she’s totally watching how Raul interacts with Fino. I’m going to assume Raul was never that loose and casual with anyone back in the hero academy. (plus ultra)
-Cut to when some of the stuff from corporate arrives! Including a shiny new air purifier! They’ve never even carried air purifiers here, and Fino is all impressed! She wants to see it working! You, are not, going to be the one to turn it on. They’ll wait for the manager to get back, and that’s th—
-Cue Elza. Who’s gotten off work and come over to hang out. She wants to see the shiny new stuff! What’s this brand? Domos? She’s never heard of it…
-Must be small. And/or new. Well, corporate’s making them carry it, so, time to see if it—
-Click.
-It’s not doing anything.
-Did they get a DOA? Fino is so very disappointed that she tries turning it off and on again, wait dammit FINO NO—
-Shit.
-…Shit shit shit SHIT
-So let me paint you a word picture.
-The air purifier gets all sparky like the last thing Fino touched and overloaded with magic. But instead of just running into overdrive and burning itself out, the air purifier kicks out belches of black smoke, and from those emerge phantasmal claws! Claws that steal Elza into the air!
-Fino is still impressed. THAT IS NOT WHAT IT’S SUPPOSED TO DO YOU STUPID GIRL. Also it steals Nova too. …Wellllll shit.
-Okay they’ve got to turn it off! One problem, the countless grasping hands are trying to keep them from the actual air purifier! Fino manages to get behind the counter, while Raul grabs the mop and starts clearing some space…But fresh hands leap out of the clouds! They need an actual plan here…
-Which is when Airi sees what’s going on, and jumps straight in! And not just her, but Lore, who identifies this whole mess as witch’s arm. It’s one of the natural shapes magical build-up can take when it’s not properly gathered, shaped and stored, and can happen when the entire syntax of a magical item is damaged and cannot be shaped. And then she gets snatched up because she’s not a fighter.
-But fixing the problem is, if not easy, at least simple. The problem is that the purifier is drawing in magic relentlessly and spitting it out unshaped. You stop that by turning off the purifier. You get to the purifier by getting through the witch’s arms. That’s the rub.
-So Airi steals the mop, pours an enchantment in, and goes through with her THOUSAND BLAST! One strike propagates through the field, clearing out the witch’s arms for a split second! The girls are dropped, spilled away from the core of the purifier… If you can’t fight, get running, NOW!
-So that was the good news. The bad news is mops aren’t designed to have magic woven into them, and the thing just melted under the push Airi put on it. And then she gets caught by the next wave of arms, and is all fully tentacle-grasped! Oh dear. Oh DEAR. That, uh, I think that goes past ecchi.
-Raul needs options and methods, and now. He tries to think, to figure out his plan….When Fino races in to try and save Airi, only to get swarmed! Yet she won’t give up, because THE CUSTOMER COMES FIRST! You’re taking your job too seriously, Fino.
-But that gets Raul to realize what he’s got to do, as he runs into the back…Pulls aside all the mops and brooms…And finds that which he buried here, to never be reminded of it. His sword.
-BOOT! A single charge of magic pours through the blade, and he cuts Fino free, before raising the charge! And then he’s in at full force, cutting Airi free in a flash! He didn’t even know if he still could do this, but it worked…And that’s when Fino really realizes, that was demon-killing magic.
-But Raul is too busy dealing with the aftershock, trying to focus. All he did was get them free. He’s out of shape, rusty. But the job’s not over—And then Airi gets caught again when she knocks Raul out of the way of the grasping hands. That’s…Not…Great.
-And Fino can’t actually do much. Her demonic powers haven’t awoken…
-Airi has a good view of the purifier, though, and she can see. It’s almost all coming from the front, where the purified air should be. If you strike from the back, it might just work! Okay. OKAY! They can do this! Fino races out in front to be a big distraction, trying to gather this natural force to come at her, while Raul pours everything he has in. BOOT! FIVE THOUSAND AMPERES! He pours it all into a single shot of raw magical force, blasting through in a flash down the aisle! The witch’s arms are torn to shreds, the entire core shattered, and Fino sprints in before it can reform, hitting the off switch in a flash! YES! THEY WI—
-Oh god it turned to white sticky goo. Oh god she’s covered in sticky white gooooooooo.
-While Raul is busy really parsing what he managed to do there…Until a goo-coated Fino latches onto him! They did it! That was so COOL, Raul! And then Airi’s words hit him, as he realizes that the very task of being a hero would mean one day having to strike this girl down…This kindhearted, ditzy, over-enthusiastic, sticky girl. Wait, sticky? Q-Quit clinging to him while you’re like that!
-And when it’s all over, Fino properly introduces herself to Airi. And Raul has to desperate keep Airi from realizing that Fino isn’t a demon. Fino is not listening in the slightest and he can only despair. I’m sorry, Raul.
-Credits! Full of KNIGHTLY FANTASY.
-Aftercredits! Raul has dragged Fino to the public bath to clean up, and she’s like a tiny child there. But after they leave…Fino really, really realizes the idea that her very nature is something humanity would suspect and hate…
Well that main episode was…Absurd. And then bam, they just slam in the feels and hard questions right after the credits just to make sure you can’t call the whole thing meaningless fluff. You’re sneaky, anime. But I’ve got my eye on you. We’ll see if they pull that trick again next time, in episode FOUR of I Couldn’t … Job! Wait for it!
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Warframe personalities from how I see them, by my first glance at them.
Heads up, this is a long post. Enjoy~!
Ash: Aloof mofo with a stabbing habit. could rob you of all your money in texas hold ‘em. Too much damn side eye. Kills everyone is the room, then breaks for coffee like nothing happened. Ninja who steals the last slice of cake from the fridge.
Atlas: would kick your ass then be your best bro. is dead inside? somewhat likely but can’t tell anymore. makes shitty jokes. I get he’s a one punch man stone golem, but c’mon, the guy gives pretty good hugs.
Banshee: Resting bitch face, but is sound sensitive so she has a reason. Most likely up to god knows what hours listening to music enjoying synethesia sensations. Knows a thing or two about where to find the best obscure books. Caring protective friend.
Chroma: Moody guy who just wants some fucking peace and quiet. Hoards things like trophies from kills, bet this guy has so many hunting trophies? ffs, his ult is a dragon pelt, might as well be a dragon! Really good at pissing off people without even trying.
Ember: Sassy friend wants all the tea. Best booty to boot. You see that guy over there? He’s on fire. She fucking murdered him with sick comebacks. Don’t get me wrong though, she might like her bacon crispy but she’s a pretty loyal friend. Probably would come get your ass for a revive with intent to raze the fucking field with wildfire.
Equinox: Calm balanced friend??? Has two sides she shows to different people, everyone who talks to her might find something different about her. Likes keeping a lot of houseplants in her room in the dojo. Courteous and polite and gives the best backhanded compliments under a pleasant facade.
Excalibur: Average Joe. Good at a lot but not the best, really doesn't give his best. Very athletic. rushes through missions impatiently. Might play too many hack’n’slash games in his spare time.
Frost: Stoic, quiet, probably has some thought going on at all times. Reads a lot of mythology from before the orokin era. Procrastinates and stalls for his buddies while holding down the fort. solid person to talk to if you need someone to listen.
Hydroid: The guy has enough mentions about tentacle porn, it’s safe to say he’s hoarding a hentai stash somewhere. or people assume. just a guy who loves the water, could talk for days about fish and where to find all the best seafood restaurants. has had enough people mentioning pirates around him. has a good, hearty laugh.
Inaros: Tired, always fucking tired. Sleep? I’ll sleep when I’m dead. if you can kill me, that is. Mmm. nom. Corpus tastes metallic. Grineer tastes like really bad slimy chicken. I’m not sharing what infested taste like. Shields? What the heck is that? Appreciates old architecture and hoards ayatan statues.
Ivara: Sneaky sneaky~ I got an arrow for just about any job. Just because i am a cyclops doesn’t mean i don’t have depth perception, dumbass. Carefree happy lady, fun to talk to. Makes lots of banter with teammates on missions.
Limbo: Trolls might love this guy, why doesn't he have a fedora helmet yet? I’ve not seen enough Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure to know what those references mean. He’s a real gentleman, very inquisitive. He’s a scientist? Aw, cool. Prolly spacing out while carousing through the rift, thinking about his next project.
Loki: The Cheeseframe is what people call him. Knows where all the loot is, all the time. Giggling and pulling pranks 24/7. Can do shit effortlessly and stares at his team wondering why the fuck the had to trigger the damn alarm in a mission. Also, hammerhead shark. This guys likes playing card games too.
Mag: In a state of calm and panic at the same time. Doesn’t show much though. Magnetic personality? Could crush your heart in a minute. Has a good taste in interior design, rather good at art deco/ industrial. Has some walls to get through before befriending her, but melts like a marshmellow when ya do.
Mesa: 360 no scope!!! It’s high noon! okay, now that’s out of the way, let’s keep going. Keeps an orderly schedule, off doing solo missions all the time. Loves a good movie, could talk about her favorite film for hours. Deserts are dry? So is her humor. Would shoot you without even thinking.
Mirage: You thought Loki’s pranks were bad? At least her enemies get these night mare shows and not you. This chick loves horror films, special effects make up and disco. Pretty good at good at lighting up the room and your smile. She really just wants a good time, okay?
Nekros: Sick mofo who tells dead baby jokes. Has some interesting kinks. Rarely eats, if ever. Would look you dead in the eye and try to tell you bad puns seriously as possible. Has seen the dead walk again, thinks they’re best buddies. good guy to go to a graveyard with.
Nezha: Srsly good looking.. guy? girl? oh idc he can be genderfluid and i’d still think he’s attractive. Got serious hula skills. Never takes himself seriously and just loves going for long missions. Knows a thing or two about culture, rather classy guy but can be a bit childish. Never really grew up, but you don’t notice that behind the charm.
Nidus: This is the I-don’t-give-a damn guy. He wrecks everything he touches, spreads space aids, yet his personality is far from cancer. Very good with animals. A bit messy. Too many damn things talking in his head from the infested and ignores them like a champ. They bend to his will.
Nova: A Good Egg, if slightly cracked. Giggles at the mention of inane words. Everything explodes!!! ADHD in a frame. Good natured wholesome friend who loves everyone. Bad habit of breaking appliances and electronics. Geiger counters near her start playing Imagine Dragon’s Radioactive?
Nyx: Look at this frame. You took a good warframe and gave it anxiety, sheesh. Shy, kinda hard to deal with hearing everyone’s thoughts sometimes. ain’t got time for your drama. Loves talking about current events, but not much of a gossip out of respect for others. giant personal space bubble, do not touch!
Oberon: Royal pain in the ass, but a lovable doofus so you kinda just let it go. Very protective dad friend, complete with dad jokes. Probably would like to finish your sandwich if you’re not gonna eat it. Would open his home to you if you needed a couch to surf on.
Octavia: This girl loves all music, could help you find just the mix you were looking for. Got sick dance moves too. Might have been in band. Would happily binge watch any tv show with you and discuss everything about it. You don’t know what so charming about her, but you really like her so you always accept her invites. Had a bad habit of fidgeting.
Rhino: This guy could bench press a grineer ship in one hand and corpus ship in the other. you don’t move out of his way, he runs you over, simple as that. gym rat, for sure. somewhat impatient. watches way too many superhero blockbusters and devours the comics. Mows down the entire enemy wave just get your sorry bleeding ass back up and fighting again.
Saryn: Oh, good lotus, this chick has got good looks and a deadly touch. Cunning girl could outsmart anyone. Low key annoyed in general. Would back stab you without a thought, given a reason. Knows a lot about cooking. I mean, if you’re going to poison someone or at least know how to work in the biolab you should probably know how this type of chemistry works. dodges responsibility a lot tho.
Titania: flighty as fuck, gets startled easily. graceful; she has good fashion sense. you have no idea where she came from in the room. fairy tales are definitely her thing, but happy endings really aren't true with that state of things right now in the solar system. too many butterflies, but is fine with it since they help her stay calm. Actually really good at flying archwings, I think?
Trinity: First one to rush into the fight, last one to leave until everyone is okay. Is the Mom friend. Likes to be helpful. Rather much a bitch to those she hates. She may have an open heart, but don’t walk all over this girl. Cross her once, shame on you. Cross her twice, she leaves you for dead on eris, end of story.
Valkyr: Look, she’s been through some shit, has ptsd, the very least you can do is give her a cat plushie and your support, okay? Gets angry easily and has meltdowns. She’s not a pushover. She knows what’s best, she can endure. semi serious, jokes fly over her head. it may take a bit for her to like you. literally a cat frame, you don’t know love until you've been loved by a cat.
Vauban: Forget Limbo being a troll. This is THE trollframe. Went to college for engineering, came back out a smart ass. Don’t loan money to him, he prolly won’t pay ya back. Pretty good drinking buddy tho. Reads a shit ton of shakespear to know what that sense of humor really is. Shit poster, meme hoarder extrordinaire. you can have a grenade! And you can have a grenade! YOU ALL CAN HAVE GRENADES!
Volt: Impeccable taste mixed with sharp commentary. Why does he have a helmet that’s a boob? maybe he has a high schooler’s sense of humor? would be honest with you and tell you straight up what needs to be done. This guy likes expensive suits. Has a tendency to be impulsive.
Wukong: Has loads of stories to tell. Good memory. Can comeback from just about any setback. determined and will happily grind with you in missions for hours. Also pretty damn stubborn and doesn’t listen well to others, kinda has to speak first.
Zephyr: Life’s a breeze here, right? Kinda goes with whatever and has a hard time deciding on things. Kinda clumsy too. Crashes raids and blows away the enemy. Usually minds her own business with her head in the clouds.
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