GET OUT OF MY WAY

An @starcityhq-exclusive Nebula RP blog.

[nghtwve-blog]

Nightwave

[nghtwve-blog]

blueandbitter:

“I said, you’re blocking my way,” Nebula snapped, making another effort to push him aside. With zero sense of irony, she gritted her teeth and snarled, “What is your problem-”

(As usual, she was the problem.)

Nightwave took a step back, looking up to her form beneath his hood and his domino mask. “Currently? Nothing. Touch me again, and then we’re going to have a problem.”

[blueandbitter]

“Then fine, I don’t have to touch you,” she countered, pulling one of her swords from her back. “Stand aside-”

[nghtwve-blog]

Nightwave

“I’m sorry, what did you just say to me?”

[blueandbitter]

“I said, you’re blocking my way,” Nebula snapped, making another effort to push him aside. With zero sense of irony, she gritted her teeth and snarled, “What is your problem-”

(As usual, she was the problem.)

[professional-trouble-deactivate]

blueandbitter:

“It’s defunct at the moment anyway,” said Nebula, “so it’s nothing worth getting that excited over. But it’s… it’s not awful.”

“It’s a spaceship. That’s been in space.” Although she’d given up on education a long time ago, the stars had never ceased to fascinate her. “Tell you what, I’ll buy you a costume if you let me have a look.”

[blueandbitter]

Nebula rolled her eyes, though it was a little hard to tell.

“A costume for what? I don’t need a costume.”

[professional-trouble-deactivate]

blueandbitter:

“There are worse places in the universe,” Nebula said, crossing her arms. “But if you’ve slready got something, I won’t bother-”

“I’m sure there are,” Dani agreed, although she found it hard to imagine anywhere worse than southern Star City. “No come on, you can’t just tempt me with a spaceship and then change your mind.“ She put on her best fake pout as she spoke. “That’s so mean!”

[blueandbitter]

“It’s defunct at the moment anyway,” said Nebula, “so it’s nothing worth getting that excited over. But it’s... it’s not awful.”

[aurorafornow]

It’s a dumb little thing, Aurora knows, to be using her powers just – out and about. But they were hers to use, weren’t they? Anyway, she didn’t get much use out of the light side of her powers. Being fast was always useful, made it so she wasn’t late to work (most days) or could get through the grocery store without being noticed but she was still getting used to these light powers without her brother, and it still astonished her she could control it all on her own. She wasn’t sure she’d ever had something all her own before.

Its purpose wasn’t to light stupid little light bulbs but she was very amused she could contain it in such a small area, that it did indeed look like the bulb was turning on. “Brilliant, ha, get it, brilliant like bright?” She amused herself, at least.

[blueandbitter]

Nebula hated shopping.

Nevertheless, it was becoming unfortunately necessary. It was clear that she wasn’t leaving this planet any time soon, and hunger wasn’t one of the things Thanos had seen to make her immune to. So there she stood, glaring at various flimsy paper boxes containing what looked like grainy foodstuffs decorated with manic-looking mascots, until she picked up the soft electric whine to her left and the sound of another woman laughing.

Nebula looked up, and then rolled her eyes.

“Cute.”

[professional-trouble-deactivate]

blueandbitter:

“Yeah?”

She lifted her eyebrow. It was completely penciled on, but coming from a hairless species, one made do.

“Where are you sleeping tonight?”

It came out more like a challenge than a offer of concern.

“I have an apartment.” It wasn’t the nicest place in the world, but it was safe and dry and that’s all she needed. “Why? Are you offering me a spot on your spaceship?”

[blueandbitter]

“There are worse places in the universe,” Nebula said, crossing her arms. “But if you’ve slready got something, I won’t bother-”

[professional-trouble-deactivate]

blueandbitter:

“That’s not the kind of competition I’m about,” Nebula said dismissively. “I’ve moved on from them; it’s my father I’m after. We’ve all got to pick our battles.”

(Nebula usually picked all of them, but that was beside the point.)

“But I’d probably sleep better at night knowing nobody like him is coming after you. And don’t you dare tell anyone I said that-”

“Oh jeez sorry, I’m gonna have to tell the press about this one,” Dani grinned. The idea of this stiff, unfeeling woman being even a little worried about Dani was hilarious, if not somewhat touching. “Thanks for the concern, but I can take care of myself.”

[blueandbitter]

“Yeah?”

She lifted her eyebrow. It was completely penciled on, but coming from a hairless species, one made do.

“Where are you sleeping tonight?”

It came out more like a challenge than a offer of concern.

[dethlxss]

it was funny, really, how little had changed since wade had left - he felt almost like the city should have changed, should show new scars, but it was, for all intents and purposes, identical. he made a face and hauled his barbie duffel bag higher on his shoulder. carrying things in the suit was always a pain in the ass, but he couldn’t come back without making a real entrance. 

it wasn’t quiet, not really, but wade had been so accustomed to these sounds that it almost felt like silence. would mj have moved, he wondered? he’d paid advance rent for her, but she was stubborn enough she might have left just to spite him. god, he didn’t like not knowing. there was a sound from the alley ahead, and he snapped his head up, listening. 

[blueandbitter]

Nebula had managed to acquire a red box full of small, sweet, grainy loop things with a picture of some kind of bird thing on the front, which she was eating with her good hand straight out of the box. It was difficult to look aggressive while doing so, but lord, she was trying.

“A picture would last longer.”

[fleetfeetx-blog]

blueandbitter:

“You can start by  ditching the onesie,” she commented, glancing over the suit with what would have been a sneer in someone with less moody affect to begin with. “Unless you’re hiding anything under there, which I kind of doubt.”

Wally pretended to be offended, placing a hand on his chest. “Hey, this is a classic look.” He pouted.”What’s that supposed to mean?” His eyes trailed over her. “What are you supposed to be? A smurf?” 

[blueandbitter]

She stared, though it was hard to tell her eyes had moved at all, considering they were mostly pupil to start with.

“...I don’t even know what that is,” she said in an irritated blurt.

[blueandbitter]

@lxttle-magpie

Dani turned, giving up the pretense of picking out a costume. She’d just end up pulling something out of her closet anyway. “Don’t tell me you actually care.” It was surprising; usually she was the one doing the worrying.

“Okay, you officially win the award for ‘worst childhood ever. I mean my grandpa was an asshole, but even he didn’t just toss us out on the street.” Then again, he was probably just after the social services check that he’d gotten every month.

“That’s not the kind of competition I’m about,” Nebula said dismissively. “I’ve moved on from them; it’s my father I’m after. We’ve all got to pick our battles.”

(Nebula usually picked all of them, but that was beside the point.)

“But I’d probably sleep better at night knowing nobody like him is coming after you. And don’t you dare tell anyone I said that-”

[blueandbitter]

@lxttle-magpie

“My parents stopped giving a damn a long time ago.” It came out quieter than Dani expected. She forced herself to focus on the costumes, to push whatever emotions that came bubbling up back down. The past was done and there was nothing she could do about it. “Why do you care, anyway? I’d think someone like you wouldn’t give a shit about what I do.”

Nebula regarded her with a curious head tilt for a long moment, arms crossed.

“That’s what I figured,” she said, after a long silence. “Hated the idea of you running around like this if you had anybody waiting up for you.”

She shifted a little and leaned against the wall.

“My first parents didn’t give a damn, either. Left me out to scavenge when I was eight, maybe nine. That’s how my father found me, and you can see how much he cared.”

She held up her left arm.

“Believe me,” she said dryly, “I’m as shocked as anybody by giving a shit, but you’ve got my attention.”

[blueandbitter]

@lxttle-magpie

“My planet. You’re the alien.” Dani shot back with a quiet smirk. “Unless you’ve somehow conquered the earth since the last time I saw you.” The woman’s all too casual question didn’t slip past her notice, but she kept her face neutrally interested in the costumes on the rack. “It’s not illegal. There’s lots of kids younger than me roaming the streets by themselves.”

“Don’t your parents give a damn?”

It was a blunt question, but Nebula didn’t really do subtlety, or poker faces, or anything that wasn’t the verbal equivalent of a rough shove to the shoulder.

“I mean. If they don’t, that’s not my problem. But if they do-”

She couldn’t finish the sentence. She had, to her horror, found something of a raw spot in herself, and she hated it.

[fleetfeetx-blog]

blueandbitter:

“Same,” Nebula said dryly, leaning against the wall, arms crossed. 

She glanced him over, looking critical. 

“Not much of a costume.”

“Wow, you sure put a lot more in effort in your costume than I did,” he replied to the stranger before looking down at his own suit. “What? It’s a classic. Don’t hate.”

[blueandbitter]

“I hate most things. You’re not getting any special treatment here,” she retorted. “You look like a child.”

[fleetfeetx-blog]

Wally snorted. “Thanks. People have always told me I have a youthful glow,” he said, grinning. “Wanna give me some design tips?”

[blueandbitter]

“You can start by  ditching the onesie,” she commented, glancing over the suit with what would have been a sneer in someone with less moody affect to begin with. “Unless you’re hiding anything under there, which I kind of doubt.”

[blueandbitter]

@lxttle-magpie

Dani glanced over at the woman, one eyebrow raised. She had no idea who Thanos was, although she assumed he was an alien, and not a very nice one from the sound of it. “Wow. Well, you never know until you try, right? And anyway, alcohol usually amplifies anger, which is why bar fights are a thing.” Dani shrugged, putting the costume back on the rack. “It’s to you though; I’m not gonna be the girl who peer pressured an alien.”

“I’ve tried on other planets. I doubt it’ll work here. And by the way? From my point of view, you’re the alien.”

She punctuated this with a little jab at the girl, but immediately felt foolish afterward and crossed her arms, trying to be casual about it.

“Still out here unattended?” she asked. Her voice would have been carefully flat if it wasn’t generally flat to begin with.

[fleetfeetx-blog]

blueandbitter:

“Same,” Nebula said dryly, leaning against the wall, arms crossed. 

She glanced him over, looking critical. 

“Not much of a costume.”

“Wow, you sure put a lot more in effort in your costume than I did,” he replied to the stranger before looking down at his own suit. “What? It’s a classic. Don’t hate.”

[blueandbitter]

“I hate most things. You’re not getting any special treatment here,” she retorted. “You look like a child.”

[fleetfeetx-blog]

Wally snorted. “Thanks. People have always told me I have a youthful glow,” he said, grinning. “Wanna give me some design tips?”

[blueandbitter]

“I’d say start by ditching the onesie,” Nebula said dryly. “Has any of that got any tactical reinforcement?”

[fleetfeetx-blog]

blueandbitter:

“Same,” Nebula said dryly, leaning against the wall, arms crossed. 

She glanced him over, looking critical. 

“Not much of a costume.”

“Wow, you sure put a lot more in effort in your costume than I did,” he replied to the stranger before looking down at his own suit. “What? It’s a classic. Don’t hate.”

[blueandbitter]

“I hate most things. You’re not getting any special treatment here,” she retorted. “You look like a child.”

[allhailkxngkillmonger]

Terry couldn’t remember much about the trip. He remembered a fight (which he’d lost… badly), Bruce yelling for him to go, a bright flash, Ace barking and then nothing. Complete darkness. He had to assume it’d worked though because he came to on a bench in a park. A park that wasn’t even in the city he knew. Not only that, but cars lined the streets. Cars with wheels. Blinking a few times, the young man sat up on the bench, waiting for a friendly looking bystander to pass.

“Hey, excuse me! Sorry to bother you, but I’m uh.. new here. Where can I find a newspaper?’ With almost comedic timing, his stomach growled, “And a good place to eat?”

[blueandbitter]

Nebula stopped short, frowning- not that that was terribly different from her usual expression, but this one was conscious. Merely being annoyed wasn’t enough, she had to be absolutely sure he knew it.

“Yeah? Join the club.”