Vengeance
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punishment inflicted or retribution exacted for an injury or wrong.
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Vengeance
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"Attilan?" Bill perked up at the mention of the lunar home of the Inhumans. "As it happens, I have been to your home. I see I would have, indeed, erred even further, had I delivered you to Earth."
He touched one hand to his chest and dipped his head even lower towards his chest. "Well met, indeed, Guardsman." Then he lifted his face to look at her more directly. "Thank you for sharing your point of origin with me. I would not wish to incur the irritation of the Royal Family… I consider Black Bolt and Medusa to be friends and allies. Would that I might call upon Lockjaw to deliver us. I possess other means of conveyance, but for the moment we will have to wait out the storm outside."
Only then did he turn to her point regarding his augmentations, which earned a rueful sound from somewhere in his chest. "Your perception is most keen. Few who behold this face and body understand them to be constructs and not merely the twisted fortunes of genetic inheritance. We are both, it would seem, beyond the boundaries of our respective designs."
Then he tilted his head at her. "May I ask what manner of study inspired your visit to the Trehitanian Museum? It is rare to see an Inhuman so far from her home."
Oh good. Any kind of positive relationship with the Royals would mean that she could further hide and not be responsible for a failure to notice or prevent an attack. Granted she wasn’t far beyond her Rite in age, she still had been granted a rather odd gift in the end.
“A complex study of Magicks.” Might as well be honest. There was no telling how long they would be trapped in the hovel of a cove. He’d done his best, she would give him that. But she herself would have foraged for food as well as shelter. But she could not really blame him for not thinking of that. What with her being a useless mass of bone and flesh relying on his heroic morals.
“I am different from others in some ways. I seem to be a font of some kind of Magick that allows me to manipulate the very essence of beings and my surroundings.” Was this a wise thing to admit? Maybe not, but he’d yet to give her a reason for dishonesty. She nodded down to the flame keeping them warm now. “As you can see.”
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Jaden (if you've seen the show) what's your favorite episode of The Twilight Zone and why?
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“I have seen it. Oddly enough it was something that my grandfather on my mother’s side loved to watch.” She said, hands counting out the drawer on the furthest side of her line while the customer waited for their order. It was moments like this where she enjoyed her life the way it was.
Building relationships with patrons helped foster a sort of welcoming space. A place where regulars could come and have that easy sort of banter often not found in the city. A moment of pause to gather themselves before heading back out into the world. Questions like these told her that the people wanted to get to know her more than just a ‘Thanks for the coffee.’ sort of way.
“I think my favourite episode is “One for the Angels” in which Lew Bookman, a sidewalk salesman ends up stalling Death itself to spare a child’s life. Even if in the end he has to give up his own.” She pulled the starting cash and moved it to a bank bag that locked. Sealing it away to be put into the back staff room for when it was needed again. “It always leaves me feeling like there is still some hope for Humanity to do one act of kindness and a good deed for someone else.
She turned to look at the customer, a small soft smile on her face. It was the sort of thing that Beth was always on about. And while Jay may have teased the older woman, she wished, in the softer sheltered places of her thoughts and heat that her friend was right in the end.
“For as much as I may be bitter and hardened to the world as a whole, to know that that type of faith is out there makes me think not all is lost.” She put the register drawer back where she got it from. Grabbed her own cup of coffee and took a sip before continuing on. “You never know what someone is going through in life when you meet them. One kind word, one smile could mean the difference between that person living to see another day or fading away, lost and alone. Paying forward that kind act could make the world a better place if people tried.”
She took the offered cup from her barista, a pen followed from her apron pocket. With the cap pulled off with her teeth, she set to writing a small little note to be read later or not.
“Lew Bookman was a story about sacrifice and redemption. Elements that all of us seek and go through at some point in our lives. If in the end, they make someone else’s life better, well then it was a good deed after all.” She put the pen away and slid the cup to the waiting customer. “Have a good day, and we hope to see you again.”
On the cup in slanted, but still legible and elegant handwriting was a single sentence.
“Every step forward, no matter how small, is still progress towards your goal.”
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She picked the carrot, now partially covered in honey and bit into it herself. If there was one thing she could rely on, it was that her twin was an unknowingly good influence on her. Being the only brother that forgave her and their sister for going off to college. Then again, how he was such a morning person was beyond her.
“Four things.”
She moved to add the coffee into the cup, grabbing a butter knife for the rest of her breakfast preparation instead of a spoon.
“One, I got them. That does not mean that I have looked at them since.” She started, bringing her hand up to count off where he could see without turning to look at her brother. “Two, I will get to them when I am good and ready to. Three, it is too early for me to be thinking. I would love to have my coffee before words are thrown at me, much less breakfast food. Four, your mouth is doing that thing again... BEFORE coffee. Do you not remember what happened last time this happened.”
Once her coffee was made, then she turned to get the hazelnut butter from the cupboard that was specifically for her. Kept safe away from contamination. When she had it on the counter she looked over her shoulder just enough to pout at Billy.
"Don't make me cry this early."
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