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@commbrands-archive
d-anvers:
“It wasn’t a lifestyle choice. Or a choice at all really. But you make enough headlines and the cameras don’t stop flashing.”
“Your humility will never cease to amaze me.” It’s funny coming from a woman as prideful as Abigail is. She doesn’t like Carol, however. Never has. “It doesn’t hurt that you play into it, flash your cosmic energy around.”
pquills:
“i’m sorry i just –– i still don’t understand what you’re asking of us. we’re not hitmen.”
“You’re Guardians. Get out there and do some goddamn guarding. Sometimes that means getting dirty.”
casslang:
“If you’re talking about an iota, then yes. You do look like you’re planning on making this interaction as short as possible. I think what you meant to use was a synonym for long.”
“Clever, kid. I’m sure that precociousness has gotten you far.” Abigail ultimately isn’t impressed.
madamevipers:
❝ you must have a death wish if you’ve come to see me. what’s the special occasion? ❞
“Death wish?” There was a harsh laugh, a braying sound that burst from Abigail’s lips. “That’s a nice sentiment, Ophelia, but the last thing I’m worried about is a death wish from you.”
rocketngroot:
“—does any of this gotta do with me? if not, i don’t care. i ain’t listenin’.”
“You’re a Guardian of the Galaxy. You defend the galaxy. Ergo, this is about you. Dial back the sass, furball.”
pquills:
“ohhkay, that’s enough of that.”
“Do you see what we’re working with now?” The green haired hybrid stood with her arms crossed firmly over her chest, face an impassive blank slate. “Your Guardians are only a small part of the picture, Peter Quill.”
d-anvers:
“It’s called a disguise.” Carol smiles, pulling her hood further up over her head. “Keeps the paps off my ass.”
“Cute.” It wasn’t. “I wasn’t aware you were playing into the celebrity persona, Danvers.”
elementguns:
A man falls from the sky.
Honestly, weirder things have happened, but the point remains that a man falls from the sky — and that man is Peter Quill. Missing for some time, presumed dead by his teammates, friends, and loved ones, and now here. In the flesh.
Smashed onto the ground, face flarking first, and his whole body aching, like he’s been run over by his own krutacking ship or something. He’s taken good care of it, hasn’t he? And this is the flarking thanks he gets?
Frowning, grimacing, Peter balls both hands into fists around his element guns and pulls himself up. It’s a slow process, more painful than anything he’s feeling anywhere in his body, actually — and after what seems like an eternity, he manages it. (Not that he’s the best judge of time; things in his head are really fuzzy right now. There’s this image in his mind’s eye of some guy in a white beard and a robe, asking him the same question: Do you feel the basis for your life is wrong?….)
Anyway. He’s got more important things to focus on. Blinking at his surroundings, he mutters to the guns, “Charge?”
Only to get the most unhelpful cool, automated reply in history: “Unknown. Parameter error.”
He pulls the trigger on one of them then — only to test it, just to make a rock or something. No big deal.
But he isn’t bargaining for it to make a whole tree sprout out in front of him.
“What the flark?”
Look into an unidentified object. That was her job. It seemed simple enough, but things were never simple when it came to S.W.O.R.D. Normally, the responsibility would fall on a subordinate. Abigail, who had been in a close proximity, ended up drawing the short end of the stick. As a result, clouds of dirt billowed around black boots as she made her way closer to the site of contact.
“What the flark is right.” She stared at the tree before turning to the man. “You know, normally when people die you don’t find them in the desert creating organic life forms. Then again, when have you ever ever fit the status quo?” There was a brittle laugh. “Hello, Quill. You look like shit. Want to explain what the ‘flark’ is going on here?” There were going to be quite a few Guardians glad to see him -- or angry. That wasn’t Abigail’s concern.
“Yes, the moon was colonized. If you want to cry about it, I’d highly recommend you find someone with the time to care. Do I look like I plan on spending one iota on your tears?”
bcrtonhawk:
“I usually get a warmer welcome than that whenever I enter a room.” Not that he was looking for a standing ovation, but the energy from this woman was definitely just off. The world may have been potentially ending but they weren’t quite at that point yet.
“You don’t usually walk into room that I’m in.”
mvrdck:
“sure, of course. but, if you don’t mind me asking before you begin, why are you here?”
“Because the world is ending, of course.”
destroyrofworlds:
Daisy wasn’t necessarily eager to be the one having to interact with Commander Brand. She’d much rather be speaking to Monica Rambeau, but she wasn’t. She was here, in this stuffy conference room being forced to do her job. “Look, I’m not trying to step on any toes here, Commander.” It felt weird even saying that, given that this woman was not even from Daisy’s reality, let alone S.H.I.E.L.D.. “But things are only going to get worse from here. And we’re gonna have to work together, whether we really want to or not.”
“Things are always getting worse.” The green haired Commander replied flatly. She had been in the middle of reading a file and took a moment to finish doing so. Upon completion, she carefully closed it and folded both hands on the desk. “S.W.O.R.D. has been nothing but cooperative with S.H.I.E.L.D. We’re all playing nice here, Agent.”
spectormcrc:
“Look, lady, I don’t really care if you’re impressed or not.” The last thing Marc wanted was to be working for Khonshu again. But he was, and nothing could change that. And he really didn’t care about some green-haired Commander’s opinion on the whole thing. He’d dealt with her type before, and he didn’t like it anymore now than he did when he spoke with Bushman. But he was supposed to be making rounds, gathering some more information on the Incursions. Offering his assistance.
Well she’s not g’nna want to speak with us if you’re so bloody mean about it, Marc.
Steven’s voice echoed in his head, but Marc used all of his willpower to shove it away as he continued. “You don’t want my help, fine. Point me in the direction of someone who does.”
“The help of a mercenary? Why would I need the help of a mercenary?” Abigail cocked her head to the side. The man was far from inconspicuous. At this point, quite a few knew about Khonshu’s “former” avatar. As it stood, Abigail had an incredibly capable team standing behind her that was waiting for active duty. She scoffed slightly, one hand idly straightening the stack of papers on her desk. “I’m not a concierge service either, here to direct you around. If you’re desperately in need of something to do, you can try Director Maria Hill at S.H.I.E.L.D., but she also doesn’t like to be bothered.”
bcrtonhawk:
“I never said I was anti-alien,” Clint shrugged at the green haired woman in front of him, doubling down on his statement. “Just anti-tech that isn’t from Earth. I’ve been involved with enough alien tech to know that it’s usually bad news.”
“Just small minded.” Abigail shot back. “Some of our best lines of defense aren’t human. If we don’t adapt or take what we can, we die.”
wizardstrange:
“If this is about the multiverse, I’m aware. And working on it.” It was definitely a work in progress. More than that.
“Not working very hard, are you? From what I’ve seen, no one has any real answers.”
mvrdck:
“what does it take to impress you, commander?”
“A helluva lot, Daredevil. More than anyone around here has to offer.”
druiiig:
“ – what makes you think anythin’ you say to me matters.”
“Because you want to find your friends, and as it stands I’m your best bet at doing so. But please, by all means, go to S.H.I.E.L.D. See if they can help.”