Noh-Varr

Noh-Varr || 19 || Kree || Supersoldier

[kreefall-blog]

thebetterhawk:

“Did anyone miss me?”

“I did.”

[kreefall-blog]

hewearsshortshorts

“I could help you with that…”

“You want to have sex?”

[kreefall-blog]

Are those space pants? Cuz your ass is out of this world!

“… I don’t see the lie.”

[kreefall-blog]

I must expel some seminal fluid. May I use your body?

“Maybe, if the seminal fluid you’re expelling is mine.”

[osbornreborn]

“Creative but no. One is a crusty bus station and the other is a busty crustacean,” he said with something akin to a cackle.

[kreefall-blog]

He frowned as he mused over the answer impassively. “I believe my own suggestion was equally correct as far as comedy goes. I do not have a partiality to spoonerism humor.”

[osbornreborn]

“What’s the difference between a dirty bus stop and a lobster with breast implants?”

[kreefall-blog]

The Kree leaned against the wall of his cell and curled his upper lip unappreciatively at the other inhabitant of Observation. “Everything besides all the plastic cups.”

[deactivated-309847103948-deacti]

“Can’t say I disagree, but that’s where these people are right now. We have to at least try to help them. Well. Most of them.” She wasn’t sure Amora or Osborn were ever going to come back from whatever precipice their mentality was perched on.

[kreefall-blog]

“Am I one of the ones being helped? I know I’m one of the psychopaths in here.” He hated hearing the ravings and cries of some of them echoing through the walls... Harry and Ruth were especially vocal. This was more than a place to keep dangerous individuals. It was a place to keep those too damaged to ever return.

Noh-Varr had initially expected to be tortured and locked away, and he resigned himself to that fate. But he’d tasted some hope he’d be able to return to the outside world. Both Captain Marvels had inspired him more than he could ever admit, and Kate Bishop had shown some interest and compassion.

He’d been surprised and glad to be released during Ultron’s attack to fight alongside the others. However, he had dragged himself painfully away, alone, to lick his wounds and was promptly locked up once again, this time with far less hope than ever before. Noh was finally seeing himself as a tool to be dragged out and used whenever convenient, without any real hope of release.

[kentuckyblastin]

Sam is about to speak, but pauses, mouth hanging open for a second. “Right, that’s all well and good, but uh, could you clarify somethin’ for me?” He scratches the back of his head, “What in the hell is a terran and why are you killin’ ‘em?”

[kreefall-blog]

“A Terran is an Earthperson, and I was killing them because my crew and everyone I ever loved had been desperately transmitting distress signals the entire while they were brutally and efficiently murdered. I’m a Kree supersoldier, and one of SHIELD’s psychopaths for their dumping ground, evidently.”

[kentuckyblastin]

“May ‘Ah ask why?”

[kreefall-blog]

“I agreed to be arrested and taken into Observation because I was tired of running and killing Terrans. I don’t wear restraints to this class for entertainment. What I find irritating is that Observation has become a dumping ground for all the psychopaths SHIELD picks up.”

[sightbeyondeyes-deactivated2015]

“Neighborhood? I- sorry, excuse me what neighborhood, thank you?”

[kreefall-blog]

“Down here. Observation. It’s where they keep all the freaks and supervillains.”

[deactivated-309847103948-deacti]

“And what makes you say that?”

[kreefall-blog]

“Observation’s become less a place for ‘rehabilitation’ than ‘Cellblock Psychotics’. That was an attempt at sarcasm with truth, by the way.”

[goldenglider-archive-deactivate]

[kreefall-blog]

Pancakes?

Pancakes.

[kreefall-blog]

“Well, there goes the neighbourhood.”

[elementxllearchive]

Crystalia had arrived just in time to miss the chaos. She and Lockjaw had gone first to New York but when that trail had proved to be a dead end the two had found themselves in Washington D.C. The young Inhuman had never been to either place, and she was taking it all in while looking for Medusalith and Black Bolt. Well, Maximus too, but mostly Medusa and Black Bolt.

She was wandering the Institute when she saw the male approaching her. He appeared to be injured, and he was in handcuffs. Instantly, her mind went over a number of scenarios. She had never left Attila before, she didn’t want to get in a conflict this soon. If anything, she was working for diplomacy. That was what Medusalith would have done. She would have aimed for diplomacy.

“Excellent.” Crystal nodded like she had a clue who he was or why he was going. “First, could you help me with something? I’m lost and I need to find someone.”

[kreefall-blog]

He furrowed his brow and stared at her. “I’m under SHIELD observation. I’m not supposed to be free,” he clarified, in case she didn’t understand he couldn’t be out too long gallivanting. “I know this place probably as much as you do.”

For a moment he hesitated, trying to decide what her scent was. It was not unpleasant, or even as alien as the majority of humans seemed. It wasn’t even quite as strange and distinctive as mutants, and most certainly wasn’t Skrull. “You’re not Kree, are you?”

[theoneandonlyfalcon-blog]

Sam, who had been looking for those who might have escaped in the confusion, mentally checked Noh-Varr off his list. “Good,” he said, nodding. “I can take you there, and I’ll provide proof that you were headed back there of your own accord.” It was true, he was headed back in the right direction towards Observation.

[kreefall-blog]

“Thank you. I take it there were no permanent casualties in the fight?” He had no idea what erupted. It had been almost pleasant to speak with the other students he never saw from Observation, and then of course enemy robots had to attack. That was always the way of things.

He walked under escort back to the Observation block, a familiar case.

[jokerpathiic-blog]

“oh, is this Observation? I must have taken a wrong turn.” 

[kreefall-blog]

“How did you even get down here?”

[watchitbub-deactivated20150723]

Logan’s ears perked up at the faint sound of footsteps. Usually, the hall was an almost dead silent, just how he preferred it. It was a good place to get away from everyone when he didn’t feel like dealing with people. 

As he followed the sound he slowly extended his claws, his first instinct when something seemed out of place; and the footsteps were definitely out of place. He could tell by how they fell against the ground that it wasn’t a member of the staff. They were far too light, as if it were someone who didn’t want to be found. His suspicions were proven as one of the older students rounded the corner, nearly running into Logan.  “Good.” he growled, retracting his claws. He turned and walked the other direction, hoping the youth would leave him be. He didn’t feel like playing chaperon. “Make sure you get there quick, bub.”

[kreefall-blog]

Noh-Varr glanced briefly at the claws, and he canted his head and inhaled sharply. This man’s scent was a great deal like Laura’s. She had said she was a clone, so perhaps it was not too unusual. He was starting to get used to detecting the slight tang of genetic variants on humanity.

He circled around the other man warily, supposing him to be either a staff member he had not yet encountered or a guard, but either way he was not interested in prolonging what was clearly a tense encounter. He was trying to work his way out of the Observation unit on trust, after all.

“Sorry about the glass,” he mentioned, thinking mostly of the window he’d crashed through to get in here from the Ultron battle that had occurred a few floors above. He edged away and resumed his journey down.