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@cosmicstruck
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adrien agreste, the doctor, jacks, daisy johnson, leon s. kennedy, loki laufeyson, peeta mellark, ilya rozanov, spock, brennan sorrengail, telemachus, eliot waugh
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eva winced at the sound of her brothers name, smile cracking just so as she felt the embarassment creep up a little more. there was something there, something she recognized without knowing exactly what it was. placing her hands on the counter, she leaned forward just so, figuring he was one of those posh hipster types who bought an object or two to seem more down to earth than he was. "anything, really, so long as you're curious enough to look for it."
her words sound ripped straight from a storybook, but the fate finds himself stepping closer. “foxglove. interesting choice of name.” a bitter string plucks in his chest, a reminder of his curse. had he been drawn to the shop because of the fox? if there’s anything with magical properties in the shop, he’d find it. “i’m looking for something of value.” jacks doesn’t elaborate already shifting to look at the shelves.
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rapunzel let out a pained squeak as she felt someone's foot atop her long locks. it wasn't ideal but it wasn't like she had ever been around so many people. this was something she wasn't used to. even the festival she attended hadn't been this crowded. “s-sorry. you… you are standing on my hair!” she called out, already pulling her hair towards herself into a bundle. “please… i'm sorry, i know it's in the way…” she grimaced.
jacks’ gaze lowers to his boot and the hair underneath. so he is. he swallows a bite of apple with infuriating leisure before stepping off. “my mistake,” he replies, slipping into one of his charming smiles. one that makes people let down their guard. “i wasn’t expecting beautiful hair to become a tripping hazard.”
a closed starter for @cosmicstruck ( loki odinson ! )
If everything was different , Kara would have already taken off . Kara did not appreciate being stuck in a yellow sun planet . Sure , it meant she was herself and that her powers were exactly where they be . But she literally could not do anything else . Kara could not drink . She could not get wasted . Kara could not forget . " Hey , dude . Yeah , you with the weird hair ! " Kara called , strolling over to where they were . " What do people do for fun around here ? I'm bored . "
Most of the mortals have begun to bore him with their mundane ways. After a few minutes, humans start to become interchangeable. They turn anyways. “My hair is not weird,” they sharply replies. Why is he even entertaining this stranger? Being trapped in a singular city seems to be getting to them. “And this concerns me… why?”
"Oh, thank you for saying that! I was thinking it, but I didn't want to be rude. The vodka here sucks." Viktor sighed a bit dramatically at that. "They did, yes. One was from Japan and one was from Russia as well, Yuri and Yurio. I miss them dearly. I hope they are doing alright in the big world on their own." He hummed. "You know, I guess so. I must be super annoying then." He teased.
“I find good one and can send you,” Ilya offered. As much as returning home draws out unwanted emotions, it is nice finding other Russians to talk to. “Have to stand on own eventually. Surprised they did not want to follow you here.” He shrugs a shoulder. “Yes, super annoying,” he jokes.
if he was still in los angeles, he wouldn't have thought twice about doing his job as he always had. it was different here, though, he hadn't asked to come here, and couldn't decide who could or couldn't be trusted - that included law enforcement. he didn't want to make the wrong decision, agree to work for an organisation in a place he couldn't yet make sense of. eventually, though, he was probably going to be convinced, unless something else came along. "sorry - don't stay dead? what the hell does that mean, how's that even possible?"
“exactly what it sounds like.” leon keeps it straightforward. no point in sugar coating any of the things that happen around the city to catch the newcomer off guard. “been trying to figure that out for a while. people don’t actually die. there’s been many cases of altered memory as well.” none of the information breaks clearance of his job. most of it could be witnessed if they stay long enough. “some people claim they’re doing it to get back someone they know. as you might assume, law enforcement gets complicated.
daisy johnson & jean grey / @drvcxrys
“jean grey, right?” daisy pushes off the side of the building. “daisy johnson. promise i’m not following you.” not entirely true, she had been looking for anyone that might tick-mark the special ability box. or anyone who had traces of her world and jean seems to hit both. “i heard about you back in my world. more of us keep popping up.”
daisy johnson & prue halliwell / @vcndetta
“thanks for meeting me. i wanted to get more practice in with my powers.” daisy had met prue over the months in d.c. and with no closer to getting out, she decided it might be good to have some people with powers on her side. “i didn’t take you from your witch duties or anything, did i? i'll totally buy you a coffee after this.” she could also use more time documenting how witches vary for her growing database.
"a little bit of both, i suppose." it had started out as a military expedition, but by the time he'd returned to ithaca, could the rest of the journey really be counted as that? "there most certainly are. maybe more than you'd actually want to experience."
“cool, you must have some stories,” he chimes in, hoping not to come off too curious. his life has always felt so … static. maybe why he turns to books to escape. “really? i guess it does sound dangerous. i haven’t gotten to travel much. been around here pretty much my whole life.”
La’An’s left eyebrow raised as he asserted that his ears should be human. That really had her confused. Even the last time he was turned into a full human, he was still aware that he shouldn't be that way. They tried to step closer to him again, almost instinctively reaching out a hand to check his forehead for fever, or any other sign that he may be sick, but then... he spoke again. His expressions, his movements, his body language. La'An finally came to the realization that he truly had no idea who she was, or who he was. They stepped back again, creating more distance. La'An could almost feel the wall rebuilding in her mind. The same wall she kept up in front of everybody. The wall that had long since been torn down for Spock, but this was not the Spock she knew. They looked down at their feet, taking a deep breathe, then looked back up at him. "You must be right. I apologize, I was confused." Their jaw set, and expression flattened. There was really nothing else to say. If La'An's previous words had not made Spock remember, then what could? The pang in her heart grew, as she realized she was alone in this place once again. The hope of having a familiar person, ripped away. They wanted to cry, to scream at him to remember, but La'An pushed the feelings aside, just as they always did. They had to put their feelings aside because it was the only way to move forward. La'An didn't know how to react at first, when he stuck out his hand to shake. Even that was odd. They just stared down at his hand for a few seconds before finally reaching out and shaking it. "La'An." They replied simply. "It's nice to meet you. You are Spock, right?" She had to ask to confirm.
His head tilts in the slightest. It’s an obvious shift in demeanor, even for someone like Spock. Some subtleties have a way of passing him by, which he much prefers when people are straightforward with him. Leaves a smaller gap for uncertainty. He recognizes the moment the precise moment the conversation changes, like a steel door snapping shut. Why does it bother him? He’d only just met them. Hadn’t he been the one telling her she was mistaken? Somehow he keeps himself from frowning or spitting out some sort of apology. He appears to have messed up an ordinary social exchange. Admittedly, he’s better suited for talk around science. Her hand slips into his so easily, comfortably even like this isn’t the first time they’d held hands. “La’an,” Spock repeats, the syllables flowing out. “Nice to meet you. I am. It seems both of us have atypical names.” He throws a quick glance to the side. The other dancers have started to pair off with their regular partners. He looks back at la’an. “Do you have a partner? A dance partner,” he clarifies. “I do not recall seeing you in previous classes.”
spock & ax / @absolutemuses
“You have an interest in Xenobiology,” Spock states rather than questioning. He doubts anyone would show up at the lab without an interest. He’d taken time to step aside from his research to greet the newcomer. “We’re making progress with the synthetic dna.” Not quite the same as living, breathing unearthly lifeforms, but Spock’s still committed to future discovery. “Apologies, I should introduce myself before throwing you into it. I’m Spock.”
lucien vanserra & eliot waugh ( @cosmicstruck )
"I'm glad the weather has finally turned," lucien had never liked it being cold, the autumn court had been mild at best and then living in the spring court had always been somewhat nice. "you can finally leave the house without ten layers,"
“oh don’t tell me, you enjoy the heat. are you from a warmer place originally?” eliot isn’t partial to cold or warm weather, both having drawbacks. though he’d spent much of his childhood in the cold temperatures of indiana. “i love a long coat. shame it’s warm now. can’t say rain is all that fun, either.”
grey eyes watch every movement, trying to pick up subtle differences in his former tribute, his friend. there was an ease to peeta haymitch hadn't seen since before the games, a level of weight off of his shoulders, normalcy. he made a decision, to not push that right now. of all of them, peeta and katniss deserved a little bit of peace. "i-i'm good. i took a few too many shifts last week."
“don’t overwork yourself,” he replies with a hint of sternness. maybe a little hypocritical on peeta’s part, constantly swept up in the bakery. “haven’t seen you come by the shop in a while. the loaf i set aside for you is getting lonely,” he teases. he keeps it light, hoping that the toll of broken sleep doesn’t show on his face.
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“ woah , ” ponyboy said , looking at the other in complete surprise. that was a new occurrence. in his three years of living in dc , he hadn't seen or experienced anything quite like that before. “ what is this ? ” he didn't know how else he was supposed to ask or address it. the guy looked exactly like him. he'd seen a lot of freaky things , but never this. “ you look just like me , ” he stated the obvious. “ how do you look just like me ? ”
“hello, welcome…” peeta trails off, pausing at the mirror image in front of him. he’s half tempted to reach out and make sure this isn’t some lack of sleep induced hallucination. “i-don’t know.” the baker is rarely without clever speech, but between the nightmares and this he’s at a loss. “last i checked, i don’t have other siblings. i don’t think my family hid a twin from me.” could they have? he doesn’t exactly have the best dynamic with most of them.
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" nice ears , cat. " donut barely refrains from pawing at them as she says it. they aren't quite as dazzling as the ones that she once had – she's sure that she's won a ribbon for them at some point – but at least the other still has them. even if it seems to be in the form of some accessory rather than an extension of his actual head. it's possible that she may need to look into this for herself. though , she supposes that it won't be the same. she'd still be unfortunately human. " so please. humor me. what exactly inspired this fascinating ensemble of yours ? "
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“thanks!” adrien brightens, a smile spreading across his face, much like a cat might at praise. it’s a more tame reaction to some of the people he’s run into so far. many like to crack some sort of joke about halloween. he hops down from the ledge, landing perfectly on his feet. “comes with being a hero,” he gives the simpler explanation. while he may not be in paris, some level of secrecy still applies so long as his miraculous works. “chat noir, here to help.” he bows in greeting. “cool tiara. are you a princess?”
"Humans? Aren't you one?" Romeo asks with a frown. "Oh, it gives you massage? That's cool. I've heard about beds that does these things."
“Not at all. I get that mistake often. I’m not exactly from this planet.” It’s always amusing to see the first reaction. “You’re not used to things around here either? Are you displaced from time?”
brennan & naolin / @dreadbound
“hey are you alright?” brennan asks, stepping closer to the person with their head dropped low. “i’m a paramed—” his words cut short. his breath catches, recoiling before he can stop it. it’s not possible. except he’d experienced first hand that death defies the odds in this city. those who shouldn’t be … somehow are. “naolin?” it comes out barely above a whisper, as if spoken any louder and he might evaporate. there’s still a chance the city is playing tricks on him. it could be someone else with the same face. a face brennan hasn’t seen in years. naolin looks exactly as the day he’d lost him. however, he refuses to let himself hope before confirming.
