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dependent multimuse for rewrittenhqs
----loved and adored by blossom
clint barton. intro. bucky barnes. intro. pepper potts. intro phoebe cuckoo. intro. ryoko sabuki. intro.
wndflowers:
‘ oh ? tell me your … aliases , if you don’t mind . i’ll exchange mine for yours - though i can’t say i’m a popular singer in america . ’ though her dad is considered a supervillian so … kinda famous ? in a bad way . ‘ thanks , electronics and i get along well . ’
“Oh, I go by Radiance! I inherited my grandmother’s abilities so I tried to do something that’s sort of similar to her name.” She’s always had a special bond with her grandmother, so she tried as best she could to come up with something that related to her. “Really? I’m totally the opposite, I’ve accidently burned up a few phones.”
nottivagos:
the more tatsu hears about the avengers , the more irritated she grows at the group of heroes . and she has yet to meet any of them yet ! “ well that must get old really fast . ” a god complex ? how annoying . she thinks that most of the avengers would look down on other methods of dealing with situations . and would likely look down on her . not that she cares . but it’s still annoying . “ the amount of influence they have is nauseating . ” shakes her head . “ pleasure to meet you . tatsu yamashiro . ”
“Oh believe me, it does. Civilians love them but the rest of us? We think they’re a big joke. I guess that’s what they get for wanting to employee people who are pretty over people who are powerful. Their poster boy carries around a metal dinner plate.” Phoebe has always thought the stars and stripes were outdated and that shield does nothing but confirm in in her opinion. All of the avengers are nothing but gimmicks, little puppets to make the general population feel like they’re safe. “You don’t have to tell me. Almost every kid walking down a New York street has Iron Man plastered on their t-shirt.” The blonde goes onto the roll her eyes. “I’m so happy to find someone who understands me, Tatsu.”
hellstxrm:
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She was not alone. Most people did not know that occult studies existed. Though Daimon did not teach it because it was cool. He taught it because he felt the more people were educated about the supernatural, the better off they would be if the ever encountered demons. “It is pretty cool, and you’re not the first one to tell me that. I’ve had plenty of students who either took it because they think it’s cool, or because they think it’s an easy class. But it’s definitely not easy.” He might not have done any live exorcism demonstrations, but he fancied it was more interesting than math. “Don’t get too excited. We read and take notes, mostly. Though I throw in the occasional séance to keep things lively.” He smirked, both because he was teasing and because communicating with the dead was the very opposite of lively. Seeing that she assumed her pose, Daimon took the picture. “Looks good to me, but you should judge for yourself,” he said, passing the phone back to her.
Ryoko knew she didn’t make a mistake by coming to New York. She’s met so many neat people already. New York feels like it’s own world, everyone stories all so different and they all interested Ryoko in different ways. “I would totally be one of those students -- not the ‘it being easy’ part, more the it sounds pretty cool part!” Truth be told she had no idea colleges offered those kinds of courses, but everyone’s got a niche and clearly the class must be in high enough demand for someone to teach it. She has to wonder what sort of job field they’d be going into, all she can think about is exorcism. Oh, she’s falling down into a rabbit hole of wonder. In another life maybe she’d be able to take this class. “Oh you can’t tell me not to get too excited and then tell me you preform séances! I’m sure it’s nothing like the movies though. I’m a big horror buff.” The woman goes onto laugh a little bit. “So do you ever come into contact with anyone? How does that all really work?” She’s beyond intrigued, so much so she almost forgot why she had stopped him in the first place. “Oh! Yeah... I totally forgot.” Ryoko glances down at her phone, swiping through the photos before flashing the man a smile. “These are great, thanks!”
frxzenheart:
trust wasn’t usually mentioned when talking about selina kyle, many people probably feeling that’s the last thing anyone would do when it came to the former thief. she did it to herself, really, but she tries to look past that, and she’s happy she ran into someone who seems to have as much appreciation for the animals as she did. watches the cats intently as they eat, studying them as they do so. some looked more tense than others when eating, eyes focused on the world around them and she can only imagine what they’ve been through. selina lets out a chuckle at the others words. “ mine likes to think he isn’t a cat lover but i know he secretly is. give it two weeks and i’ll find them on the couch together. ” amused at her own words, she can’t help but smile. the mention of panthers causes her to raise a brow, she was always fascinated with big cats. “ a panther? that’s pretty cool, i’ve always liked big cats but my favorites gotta be tigers. ” hand reaches to let one of the cats sniff her after its finished. “ you know, it’s notorious that birds and cats don’t get along, what kind of bird does your boyfriend have? ” curiosity often got the best of her.
How strange it is for Bucky to be so at ease right now. Usually he would have fled the scene by now if this was any other circumstance. He would have excused himself and left the woman woman to her own, but this new hobby of Bucky’s is far too important. Now he’s got little lives that look forward to him everyday and it’s very possible that this may be some of these cats only source of food. So, he had to push back that uncomfortableness and it seemed to pay off. He’s hitting it off as well as he can with the stranger. He’s not making things strange or awkward. Instead he’s enjoying the conversation, cats and partners -- it’s truly as safe as any conversation can be. Bucky carefully removes one of this gloves, revealing flesh fingers, knows that these cats would much rather smell his scent than faux leather gloves. “That’s what I’m hoping with mine.” Bucky chuckles a little bit as he lets a few of the cats sniff at his fingers, before scratching gently under their chins. “If I just bring a cat home, they’ll end up just falling in love.” He hums a little bit at the thought. It would be cute to have a shared pet, because Bucky doesn’t really consider Redwing a pet. He’s more of... well -- it’s hard to explain. It’s like having another person in the house with the attitude Redwing has. “I don’t think I’ve given enough thought to which big cat I like the most. -- Maybe a cheetah? That’s pretty small for a big cat though.” Fingers move idly against the soft fur of a cat brushing by. “A falcon.” He winces a bit. “Which I know sounds really bad because he’s a bird of prey. But he’s pretty well behaved.”
saviormonster:
open for all / @rewrittenstart !
❝ ‘scuse me. ❞ roy leans down & scoops up the crumpled ten dollar bill from the ground, offering it to a nearby person. ❝ did you drop this ? ❞ he doesn’t really have that many qualms about just pocketing it, but he doesn’t want to be a dick.
Clint doesn’t know what was said to him. He missed majority of what it was said, and he’s got to catch up with the cues. His eyes glance down to the outstretched ten dollar bill. Clint pats his pockets a few times. He didn’t remember having cash on him, and god he hopes this is what this guy is trying to insinuate and not trying to pay for picture or something. “That’s not mine... I don’t think.”
peregrinc:
STATUS: open to anyone. WHERE: completely up to you!
Wearing the stars and stripes won’t be accepted well by everyone in this country but Sam knew that when agreeing to take over the mantle. He’s prepared for anything that comes his way while representing this iconic symbol. The shield is currently attached to the back of his new suit. It’s vibrant and everything he wanted it to look like. This isn’t Sam’s first time wearing it out in public but news will travel fast. Someone is approaching him so he turns to look at them with a smile. “You heard right. I’m Captain America now.”
[ @rewrittenstart ]
Clint wolf whistles lowly, giving the man a once over. “Look at that suit, Wilson!” Clint crosses his arms over his chest, leaning easily against the brick wall that’s behind him. Should Clint really be back out in the action right now? No, but he’s still dawning his purple suit and quiver like he never left. “Gotta say, Rogers has nothing on you. His suits were gimmicky at best.” The blond is teasing, mostly. “Alright, alright come on then. Show me a pose with the shield. You gotta get ready for that magazine cover!” Clint pushes off from the wall a little bit, squatting as he holds his hands up, miming out the action of taking photos of Sam.
burnablc:
There’s a chuckle leaving his lips … unable to stop himself from laughing too. “Oh they sold maps in some of the shops but that also would require being smart enough to stop somewhere and buy one.” Which Thomas wasn’t always the brightest person in the room and that’s alright. It wasn’t like either of them considered that as an option back in the forties. Maybe they ere just equally as stubborn like brothers bickering to try and figure it out for themselves before resorting to the piece of paper. When flight is part of your gift then that tends to give you an advantage to figuring out where you are. It also requires knowing a little bit of geography but Toro expects to be slightly lost until adjusting to being in the future suddenly. 2012 has been proving itself to being very different and unlike 1943 in many ways. “I’ve never gotten the chance to race someone before … and that sounds like a lot of fun! Should we place a bet to make it interesting or just enjoy our time together?” Toro’s expression brightens after finding out that Ryoko can fly too. It makes him feel excited. He doesn’t really care much about winning, more so looking forward to having company up there in the clouds. There really isn’t anything quite like that feeling! “I don’t really remember them except for that story since they told it to me so many times. Jim adopted me when I was seven and he’s been the only parent I’ve ever really known. I’m lucky to have him as my pappy.” He smiles back brightly at Ryoko while they talk. If it were up to Toro then his style would be filled of clothes only in various army related color schemes. He could really use some help with figuring out what to wear … what’s considered cool. It makes him happy that the other seems so be excited about lending a hand. He tilts his head and is just staring at the phone. It’s strange and Thomas just doesn’t understand these tiny boxes. He’s afraid that he might accidentally break one so maybe getting one can wait. Are they fireproof? “Street style?” Consider him curious and Ryoko is running to his side to show him her tiny box. There’s photographs on it, the first time he realizes you can use them for more than just phone calls. “I really like the jacket on the last photograph! Where do we acquire one?” His shoulder gently bumps hers while also leaning in closer to get a better look at the illuminated screen. What kind of sorcery made this possible?
“So it boils down to you and Bucky being way too stubborn to stop and get a map?” Ryoko can almost envision it -- what with her grandma’s stories of the situation and now Toro telling it again to her from his perspective. She wonders if she could have any adventures like that with the rest of the invaders now that the gang is all here. Though she’s not sure the whole map situation would happen again now that GPS is so popular but that doesn’t mean they couldn’t have their own wild stories. Maybe she’s dreaming a little too much, a little too excited. They may not form this group of rag tag heroes again and even if they do, who says Ryoko is invited. Nevertheless, she’s happy to spend time with Toro. He’s kind and he doesn’t seem to mind how excited she was to meet him. If she’s being honest, she’d like to earn a place in his life outside of being related to one of his old friends. She hopes that they can get to know each other as just Ryoko and Toro. “Really? I’ve only raced Baymax -- which.. I think is unfair because he’s kind of a robot who can use jets on his feet that reach Mach 4. So it’ll be nice to race someone who flies like I do!” While it’s fun to pal around with Big Hero 6, they don’t always need Ryoko’s help. So more often than not she’s handling things on her own. Here in New York the state is teeming with people just like her but even then Ryoko still feels a little lonely. Maybe this is the little jump start she needs to finally find someone who’s like her -- someone to float above the clouds with. Wouldn’t that be nice? And now here she is once again, letting her daydreams get out of control. While the daydreaming works hand in hand with her songwriting, maybe now isn’t the time to get lost in silly little daydreams. Now’s the time to be out of her head and try to befriend Toro. “I’m happy you ended up with Jim... He’s the most giving and kind hearted man I’ve ever met. It feels like an honor to know him.” Jim had gone out of his way to protect her after an outburst of anger caused an explosion. SHIELD was going to take her in and do who knows what but Jim vouched for her and kept her out of trouble. She’s still figuring out how to make it up to him after putting his reputation on the line like that. What she does know is that Toro isn’t part of making up to Jim. She’d hate for anyone to think that she’s befriending him just because he’s Jim’s son. Far from it, she wants to be Toro’s friend because she likes him. There’s an instant connection between them and Ryoko wants to keep the ball rolling. So if he needs help with getting into fashion? She’s gonna help out! “It’s like... styles that got popular from normal people rather than super expensive designers. It’s usually more... lowkey. I figured you’d might like it because it involves a lot of jeans and tees. It’s really easy to just throw on in the morning.” Ryoko’s elbows lean on the counter while she slowly scrolls through, letting Toro take in all the photos. It doesn’t even begin to occur to her how strange this must be for him. Having a phone and using it to online shop is something that is so normal to Ryoko, it’s just a part of her everyday life. “Oh, this one?” Ryoko smiles up at him once he picks out the jacket. It really doesn’t shock her that the jacket is a dark green canvas material. She makes a note to remember that he might appreciate a relaxed military style. “Well, let’s see!” The woman taps the photo as it brings up another webpage. She hums for a moment before glancing up at him. “This says there’s a store in Manhattan that carries them! Should we go check it out?”
status: open character: @rewrittenstart location: some cafe
Pepper sits with one leg crossed over the other, leaning back in the rod iron chair. Her phone for once on silent as she manages to take a lunch break longer than ten minutes. Life is busy as always for Pepper, even with them being thrown back in time somethings never change. There’s some comfort in that. There’s also comfort in familiar routines which is why Pepper picked this little cafe for lunch and decided to sit outside. “It’s been awhile since we’ve had such pretty weather, it’s nice.” Pepper starts the conversation, to the person near her. “I know it’s busy, so if you’re here for that chair you can go ahead and take it.” She nods towards the empty chair that’s across from her.
wndflowers:
it comes naturally , laughing around this man , feeling safe , care free . something tells her that she can trust him - yet another thing that comes easily to her . ‘ damn , a whole list ? and have you seen them all ? are they worth the crowds that are probably around them ? and i gotta admit - the cyclone and stark tower don’t sound the slightest bit familiar . ’
“I’ve been living in New York too damn long, it’s almost embarrassing.” The older man chuckles a bit, as he pushes his hands into his pockets. While sure a lot of the time he’s been alive he’s been... otherwise preoccupied that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know New York like the back of his hand. “The Stark Tower is brand new... just within the last year or so but the Cyclone? That’s a Brooklyn staple, you’re missing out.”
frxzenheart:
“ we all know those men don’t stand a chance compared to you and your sisters. though, it doesn’t justify their behavior, men always have a way of ruining things. “ eyes roll at her own words. she too had faced unwanted advances of men. jean had only went because she was desperate to find other mutants that she hadn’t seen yet. “ i will say you didn’t miss much, it was rather lack luster. “ not even the open bar could save jean from her boredom. and she understands her anger, the redhead too held a lot of anger towards the avengers, but she knows better than to save her energy for when they are face to face. and she can’t argue with phoebe’s words, the arrogance of the avengers never goes unnoticed. “ i know i’m supposed to be gracious as a leader for the x-men, but i think the avengers have a very rude awakening coming for them. quite frankly, i am tired of cleaning up their messes. “
“Aren’t you sweet?” Phoebe gives the woman a bit of a grin. “It seems to be all they’re good for. But they try to have their fun and well.. so do I.” It’s how she ended up staying in a New York penthouse rather than whatever place that the Stark Foundation was trying to set displaced people up in. She living in the lap of luxury for free all because men were so feeble minded. “Mm, it sounds like the most enjoyable part was the earthquake. How disappointing.” It wasn’t a party unless the Cuckoos where there it seemed. Thankfully they were there or there would have been a lot more hell to pay. You don’t piss off a Cuckoo. “Oh no need to be gracious around me -- I get it. The anger, the resentment all of it.” Phoebe couldn’t fault Jean for being angry, in fact Phoebe was more suspicious of mutants who seemed buddy-buddy with the Avengers. She didn’t know how they could stoop so low and for what? A little bit of praise? They were weak-willed if you asked Phoebe. “I say we stop cleaning up their messes, and see how they scramble around like ants trying to pick up all the little crumbs. I think it’d be pretty amusing to watch.”
heroesforsaken:
“Most of us didn’t.” In fact, he couldn’t particularly think of anyone of the top of his head who joined their exclusive club did so willingly. Running his fingers across the knuckles of his other hand absentmindedly, the mutant did offer a small measure of a condolence. “Sorry to hear it though.”
“What metal gift did you get?” The words are sarcastic, he knows these weren’t gifts. They were given to them without permission. The arm he received from Wakanda? That was a gift, this? This was a burden -- a curse. A wound he has to bear at all times. “ ‘s alright. At least it comes in handy at sometimes.”
Radiance in Age of Ultron vs. Marvel Zombies #02
art: Steve Pugh
burnablc:
It might not be the best conversation for them to be having while standing in front of a tombstone with Thomas’ name on it. He can’t blame anyone for thinking that his existence is a hallucination after being dead for almost eight decades. He always thought himself to be indestructible due to the nature of his Inhuman physiology, the flames that constantly burn within him that can cover his skin in an instant. The fire burns a constant seven hundred and eighty degrees and that’s always been enough even if he could always go hotter. When aflame all blades and bullets melt before touching his skin. Which became his favorite trick to use in the war even if that meant singing his uniform. He ended up having to roll up his sleeves. This became something like a shield, protecting not just himself but his best friends and fellow soldiers when the timing got tough. Thomas became so convinced that nothing could hurt him and that would become his downfall one day. Deep down he doesn’t regret dying for his country. He knows that this is all real, obvious by the way his heart is beating so quickly. “Slamming doors would just be rude. I’d knock and ask nicely to be invited in.” He laughs for a brief moment but doesn’t linger on the subject knowing it would be hard for his best friend. He always thought that they’d grow old together and share war stories with their grandkids. Thomas knows this isn’t possible. His wife remarried and he can’t bring himself to be upset. She deserved to be happy and doesn’t look her up since it wouldn’t be fair to reopen those old wounds if she were still alive. It was his time to move on. “Bucks … I had no idea.” His chest feels heavy with grief. His own grief.
Once Toro has arms wrapped around Bucky for an embrace it’s going to be difficult letting him go. He notices that the grip is stronger than he remembers but he’ll have plenty of time to ask what that means. Times have changed but no matter what has happened? This is his best friend … his brother. Nothing could change the fact he loves him like family. They grew up together in Brooklyn and so it brings him some peace knowing that there’s a familiar face here. “Everything is overwhelming.” He can’t rely completely on Bucky for everything with adjusting to this new time period but it helps knowing that there’s someone here who will understand why his behaviors are different from everyone else. He doesn’t understand how telephones can be carried around on these tiny rectangles in your pocket or what the internet is. Only two of many, many, many technological advancements that leave Toro more confused than anything. He’s sure there was someone talking to themselves in the street as if their friend was next to them but nobody was there. This world is odd but if he survived the war … he might be dead of old age before he got to see any of this. What a strange though that is. Unfortunately that isn’t how his life got to end, instead, fate took him much too early. “Thank you …” Tears soaking Bucky’s clothes some more.
“There was so much left that I wanted to do …” Thomas could have went to art school. He could study French literature and spend his evenings sketching. He always envisioned this as his way of spending his time after the war was won. Maybe have some children, chasing toddlers around the house who recently discovered that they can create fireballs. However, life took a different path. He’s learning to accept it little by little. “I don’t mind being stuck with you. I wouldn’t want it any other way. I appreciate you helping me figure out a way to stay.” They pull back a little, eyes red from how much crying he has been doing but wants Bucky to have the chance to really look at him. “How much have you been working out?” He’s teasing lightly, trying to open up the conversation to something other than his death.
Bucky always thought of Toro as indestructible. He knows where it stems from, he can pinpoint it down to the very moment. He thought the fire that could engulf his skin would protect him from anything and everything. As kids, it protected him against illnesses so he wouldn’t get Steve sick. It could warm them on a cold night in Brooklyn or it could drive them crazy on a blistering summer day. That fire would simmer close to Bucky’s skin and warm him from the outside in, making him feel invincible too. They were just kids then, they didn’t know the horrors that were just over the horizon. Fire that could melt bullets but not the Tesseract powered weapons Hydra had. Fire that would be extinguished when the 107th was captured. Bucky can still hear him screaming, he can still feel the hoarseness of his own throat when he couldn’t yell for Toro anymore. A fire that went out and Bucky wasn’t there to see it. He didn’t see the last flicker of a fire he thought could never go out, after all they’ve been through now could it? No he never got to see that light die and maybe that’s why he could never accept it. Even in the short time he got to mourn, he thought over and over again it can’t be possible. There are myths of fire being reborn again -- rising from that ashes. And god --- maybe.. maybe Bucky was right after all. The embers never went out, they simmered because here is the phoenix himself. Toro is standing here, real and alive and -- warm. The fire has returned, not blazing, not yet but Bucky knows how he can fan those flames and help his friend after all these years. “I don’t think anyone would willing let in a ghost --- ‘s a good thing you’re not one.” No one wants to be haunted, because in the end it’s still death that follows people around. Bucky’s got enough of that as it is, it’s nice that someone from his past isn’t here to haunt him but rather... Bucky gets to guide him. “I know you didn’t.. but how were you meant to know? I don’t blame you, if that’s what you’re worried about. I know why you did it.” He can’t tell Toro just yet that he made the same sacrifice, that Steve made the same sacrifice. That would not only confuse his friend but lead them into a conversation that Bucky isn’t exactly ready for. He’s not sure if he’ll ever be ready to tell Toro about the Winter Soldier.
There’s that warmth again. A sign that this is real, that Toro isn’t some fleeting memory in his head. No he’s here and feeling just as much as Bucky is. And -- damn it’s so much to feel. So much grief and anguish. So much confusion and yet there’s a kindling hope. There’s excitement that lingers because there’s so much more to the world now. There’s so much Toro can experience and learn. He knows that Toro is going to have a hell of a time here in the modern world and there’s not one else in the world he’d want to have these experiences with. “I know, pal. I know. It gets easier, trust me. I felt the same way you did.” He chokes on his own words, throat feeling tight from the emotions. He remembers when that dam of his mind was broken. The world was too big, it was too loud and too confusing. He had no one to navigate with. He won’t let Toro go though this alone like he did. No instead he’ll walk side by side with his friend and show him everything he can so he can begin adjusting because... he won’t let Toro go back. It’s selfish, but now everything has changed. Before he feared Hydra and wanted nothing more than to go back to his time but now? He knows if they fix the timeline, Toro dies. He refuses to let that happen. He couldn’t prevent it this time but he will now. “There’s no need to thank me... not for this. You’re my brother and I wouldn’t let you go through this alone.”
His breathing is still stuttered as he listens to his friend. “There’s so much you can still do. You’ve got time now, so much of it. Whatever you want, we can do it. The world’s back at our fingertips.” Sure, it could dangerous for Bucky to be out in the open but he’s hidden himself for this long. They don’t even know where to begin looking, he just has to make sure on guard and things should be alright. Besides, what’s Hydra going to do when Toro flames on? Whatever happens, they’ll figure it out. They did then, they will now. “There’s no way in hell you’re getting sent back there. You understand me? You’re stayin’ here and I don’t care who I have to hit to make sure it happens.” Bucky takes half a step back once they separate, god he forgot how tall Toro was. That always pissed him off, especially once Steve got the serum and shot up to Toro’s height. “I’ve been working out a lot.” He laughs a little bit. “If I couldn’t be taller than you then I spent eight decades getting stronger than you.” Despite the fact he’s got his gloves on, Bucky still shoves his left hand into his pocket, an extra precaution to hide the stark silver metal that replaced his arm.
windwavc:
It’s a relief that his son didn’t seem to bother the stranger at all. This makes his shoulders relax, all of his worries begin dripping away like water droplets off his skin after emerging from the ocean. He has a lot of experience with visiting the surface but it continues to surprise him even after all of these years. The three-year-old eventually settles in his arms so Garth decides to take a seat on the empty side of the bench, placing the boy in his lap, waving at the woman. “Thank you! His name is Cerdian and I’m Garth. It’s a pleasure to meet you … we aren’t from around here, so there’s been a fascination with all the different woodland animals.”
Pepper smiles warmly at them both. It’s nice to be away from the chaos of work even if just for a little while. She’d been throwing herself into more lately, which was saying a lot given the fact she over worked herself as it is. But with the loss of Morgan, it was almost too easy to drown herself in work to distract from the grief. Now she’s got to try and not face the grief head on and in the eyes of a child. So instead, Pepper gives the little boy a wave in return. “That’s a beautiful name. It’s nice to meet you Cerdian.” She speaks softly to the little boy, her nose scrunching up as she smiles. Soon she’s looking up at the boy’s father. “I’m Pepper. Well.. I wish we had more creatures to show him. It’s mostly just birds and squirrels around here. I bet he’d love the Central Park Zoo, though.. All sorts of fun animals there.”
frxzenheart:
( @bleedvnghearts ) hands rest in front of him gently, leaning against the counter with ease. he stands in silence for a moment, so many thoughts going through his head these past few days that if he talks about the situation at hand anymore he thinks he’ll combust. not that he’s trying to ignore it, but breaks from it were nice which is why he found himself in a small coffee shop in the city. after his order is called, eyes quickly land on a familiar figure, t’challa making his way towards the other in seconds. “ bucky, ” he greets with a nod, hoping to not disturb the other. “ may i sit? ”
Maybe this has become a part of who Bucky is, he’s always watching and observing everywhere he goes. He’s never truly at peace or relaxed, at least not in public spaces. Instead he’s always watching, eyes scanning the crowd over and over again. However when Bucky sees a familiar face, he’s a little more at ease. Instead of trying to make himself look smaller, he sits up a little more. He’s more alert and attentive. “Of course.” Bucky nods towards the empty seat in front of him. “It’s been awhile, how’ve you been?” He states, the two of them may not have gotten off on the best foot but that relationship was mended over time. Now Bucky considers T’challa a friend, how quickly the tide turns. “You chose a good place to get a drink, best shop in the city.” Bucky’s not the biggest coffee drinker -- not like the caffeine could do anything for him anyways. He much prefers tea, instead.
turn-of-the-cards:
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Remy was not sure what bothered him more–that she knew what the snake was saying, or that the snake might spot his subtle hand movements. “Yeah, dat’s a new one. I ain’t ever had a snake playin’ de game before.” And he was not sure he wanted to have one playing now. “Carnival? De nerve o’ you, femme.” He bristled at being compared to a common carnival barker. “Yeah you gotta pay. ‘Specially if dere’s two o’ you in de game. How fair is dat t’ me?” Remy raised an eyebrow as she dug into her purse, debating what price to set. He usually kept it low; that way people would keep trying. But the inclusion of the snake seemed to call for a higher price point. “Well, seein’ as dere seems t’ be two o’ you playin’…ten dollars. Not five each–two for you, an’ eight for de snake.”
“Well Precious is an adventurous little thing, she likes all sorts of new experiences.” Zelda grins at the snake, using a few fingers to scratch gently under the snake’s chin. “What? Seems like one of those little gimmicky games, but I’m willing to try.” Zelda could be more polite and not taunt the stranger but that’s not really her game. She’ll have a little fun with this guy while he has a little fun with her. Tit for tat in her mind. The woman doesn’t mind the higher price, all the more fun since Precious get’s to play along with her. Most people tend to turn their nose up at her, which they often regret, however it is nice to have someone let them both play along for a change. “You really don’t like her do you? That’s a shame, she seems to like you well enough.” The woman hums, handing over the ten dollars. “So, what are the rules to this little game, again?”