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Nico Minoru. 21, blood mage. [tracking nicoxminoru]

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taluhnian:

It’s indescribable. He doesn’t know how it happens, but it’s the best thing he’s ever seen. Pure elation has him wanting to see more. But a cup isn’t as fun anymore. Wants to move onto something else. Something bigger. Turns on the spot, searching for something to break when he identifies a large vase of bright flowers across the room. Giddy, he jumps to the edge of the table, pointing out his new find. “I am Groot?”

“Oh, we don’t want to do that,” she tells him with a soft laugh, “We can do so much more,” although for the time being, she’d prefer to keep the magic to the limited spells that didn’t require words anymore. For a moment she’s thankful for the way her magic had grown, but it still scared her.  “I can make it snow, you can fly, all sorts of things. Breaking and repairing is old news.”

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spyder-bite:

           ⁅ 🕷 ⁆ ❝ JUST KEEP THE LOCATION TO YOURSELF, ❞  she nods. There’s no point in a secret safe house if everyone knew its location. ❝ Tell only those you trust. ❞ Trust was a difficult thing to determine in this universe. Even the people who looked familiar were hard to trust. You didn’t know what universe they came from. A part of Natasha worried she’d run into herself from a different timeline. A timeline where she was dangerous and reckless; a weapon of the KGB.

Nico lets out a dark laugh. “Only tell those who I trust?” she repeats, “That’s a whole lot of no one,” Hell, most days Nico couldn’t even trust herself. But that’s just the nature of the game. Ever since the moment her family betrayed her, it was hard to figure out who to trust. Even Alex sold them out in the end, leaving her with even less people to trust. The world was dark and scary and in the end, it was everyone for themself, her arm a constant reminder of what happens when you need help. “I’ll keep it in my mind.”

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spyder-bite:

❝ Fair enough, ❞ Natasha mused as she took a sip from her cup.  The broadcast had brought big name heroes as well as young vigilantes to Stark’s compound. Natasha knew not everyone would make it out of this war alive as there were always casualties in war. ❝ Sitting around is getting boring, I’d say. But, listen, if shit hits the fan you’ll need a safe place to run. ❞ Natasha tapped her watch and smirked. ❝ Check your phone when you get a chance. You’ll find coordinates to a safe house if you ever need it. ❞ Sure, war had casualties, but she’d do what she could to minimize the body count.

Nico wasn’t sure what she was. She wasn’t a hero, wasn’t a vigilante. Although she supposes the term ‘Runaway’ would always prove to be truthful. Sometimes the world just need saving. Nico nods when Natasha offers a safe house, grateful. “I can go undetected for short periods of time with my magic, but it’s always nice to have a safe place to lay my head when I don’t need to.” Although she really only used those spells if her neck was on the line, but it could only ever do so much. “I appreciate it.” 

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andsheglows:

“Well, at least this universe still has alcohol.”

“Kang have mercy on his soul if he were to include us in a dry world,” Nico agrees in a deadpan tone. Kang better wish for mercy when everything was said in done.

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taluhnian:

It’s like magic. It is magic. One second, it’s broken — then it’s purple, and it’s whole again. He doesn’t understand it, but he doesn’t have to. What he does have to do though, is see it again.

Hand clenches into fist and he turns, throwing a punch at another glass. It breaks, pieces falling onto the table. Eyes wide, and twinkling with delight, he turns to the lady. “I am Groot?”

Nico lets out a joyful laugh, the first one for what felt like a long time. Whatever the small creature was, it didn’t matter if Nico didn’t understand his words because the feelings still came through.

“Careful, you might hurt yourself,” she warns, “But I guess not everyone cares about that.” She presses a fingertip to a shard of glass and mutters something. The unfortunate thing about her magic is that it didn’t like repeats, you used one spell and then you had to find different ways to preform the same spell with different languages or phrases and sometimes things failed. She could do very routine things without spells, like flight, but things like making a glass invincible, required a word or two. Nico had spent a lot of times researching just to make it easier on herself.

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ameritus:

The fist bump is returned with a sly grin, her low hum of anxiety settled by the familiar action. This is her Nico – the one she’s met, the one she knows and has missed. The comfort that brings her is almost embarrassing. She’s often wondered what it might be like to bump into another version of herself even though she knows there isn’t one, but bumping into versions of her friends who don’t know her has taken most of the shine off of the thought. It’s way, way too stressful.

Nico’s comments make her snort, her amusement clear in her voice as her eyes continue to skip over the other heroes around them.

“ Such optimism, hermana, “ she laughs. “ Then again, maybe Kang should show up. “ Her hands clench into involuntary fists. “ I haven’t punched anybody in a while. I’m feeling rusty. “

Suddenly she’s so incredibly grateful for America.

She thought she’d never see the girl again, dimensions separating them and causing the house they had all lived in to be quiet and lacking the life that she brought with her wherever she went. She gave Nico a sense of security here. Where ever here was.

“That’s what I do best,” she says, tone dry, but she can’t help the smile that quirks her lips. She lets out a soft laugh, “Punching is like riding a bike?  I never really did have the talent for either.”

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spyder-bite:

“SO WHY DO YOU FIND YOURSELF HERE?” asked Natasha. The girl was clearly uncomfortable in the crowd. Not that anyone could blame her. It was hard to trust people you didn’t know. And even the ones you knew were from different timelines and universes. But Nico was right about one thing. They all shared a trait: the desire to get out of this fish bowl they were forced to live in. Natasha hoped that desire was enough to rally the people together, but she wasn’t quite sure if everyone was invested in the idea enough to propel the movement forward.

“Curiosity, mostly,” Nico admits with a shrug. “It was either come here and see what happens, or continue to do nothing and hopes someone else does it.” Nico wasn’t one to take risks anymore, everything she did was calculated, even though she had moments of just doing and having to deal with the regrets later. Although, that generally had to do with her relationships with her friends and people around her, and far less about things that would change the world, like this could. “Enough brain cells and power in this room that we have no idea what could happen.”

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ameritus:

America knows she’s showing up late – not even fashionably, just late – but she’s not been followed or spotted, so she figures it’s not a big deal. Her eyes skim the amassed group and it’s strange: she knows more faces than she thought she would, but she’s not quite comforted by the realization. Chronopolis has been a bit of a mindfuck. It’s left her feeling more bereft than she’s ever felt before.

The voice she hears off to her right makes her grin, her mood suddenly skyrocketing. She plays it cool as she wanders over and takes a seat next to Nico.

“ With this bunch? It should’ve gone all to hell already. I’m impressed it’s lasted this long. “

If she could trust no one else here, she knew she could trust America. The girl was so pure, in the sense that she has no fear when it came to kicking your ass. America was the one who would kick down Nico’s door, figuratively mostly, when the girl would listen to sad music. 

Nico gives the girl a grin, offering her metallic hand to fist bump. “I’m waiting, although I wonder if anything good will come of this. Or maybe someone will run off and tell Kang and we’ll all be wiped off the face of the earth.” Nico couldn’t help but wonder why any of them were there, but hopefully time will tell.

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spyder-bite:

“WELL, THERE’S DEFINITELY SAFETY IN NUMBERS,” Natasha reassured her. “And who knows who you’ll find around here,” Natasha, of course, knew who you’d find around here. She had kept tabs on everyone she ran into while at Chronopolis. Noting their histories and what time periods they came from just to be on the safe side. Old spy habits die hard, she supposed. “Tony definitely knows how to throw a hell of a party, I’d say.”

“I don’t know if I believe that,” There was always the idea of the unknown, you never knew what lurked in the back of peoples minds, or just who would turn against you in the end. She found herself not really trusting anyone in Chronopolis. “No matter the world, I think that’s a trait they all share,” she shrugs, arms wrapped around herself.

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{ @ameritus }

Truth be told, everything was crazy. She knew people, but in the sense she didn’t know people. Everyone’s lives were different and she couldn’t help but to relax when she saw a familiar face. God, how she missed America. She remembers being so mad and heart broken when she was sent away but the thing about the other young woman, was that you couldn’t keep her away for very long. Which Nico was glad for.

Nico huffs out a sigh from where she was sitting, watching the ‘party’ and mutters under her breath to America, “How long do you think it’s gunna take until something goes wrong?”

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mercenaryshct:

             ❛  HOO wee mama !! ❜ and , truly , the best part of wade being wade is that no can be really sure WHO he’s talking to , but he continues nonetheless — all whilst rolling a grenade ( pin fortunately still in tact ) around his palm .  ❛  god , i love PARTIES . i mean , i can’t really get drunk plus the DJ for this joint should be shot .  ❜ he points to the ceiling with his free hand , blatantly ignorant to the fact that it’s silent .  ❛ still , i appreciate the invite !! so when do we get to the stabby stab , bang bang , run away part ?? that’s my favorite party GAME !!  ❜

This city was crazy. It brought together so many people from so many different worlds that Nico couldn’t help but to be nervous. She watched Wade toss around the grenade, face blank and can only offer the small joke of, “The run away part is the only part of that that I’m good at.” Except this city means you can only run for so long before you get caught.

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spyder-bite:

NATASHA SKILLFULLY WEAVED THROUGH the crowd at the compound. The message had gotten out to more people than she had expected. She wondered if Stark had expected this kind of turn out when he sent out the broadcast. With this many people around someone was bound to turncoat and tell Kang of the gathering when pressure was applied. Or, maybe, that was just the skeptical spy within her talking. As she walked through the crowd, her shoulder accidentally bumped into that of another person. Nat turned to apologize, but upon recognizing the individual her smile grew. “Hey, glad you can make it out here.”

Large groups bothered her, you never really sure which one was going to cause something irreversible. She wanted to take up as little space as she could, ears open and listening to whatever that which could help her because it was unlikely she had new information for anyone standing around. She felt like a trapped rat. Nico hadn’t really interacted much with Natasha, truth be told that she terrified Nico in all the right ways. She only hoped that she could project the same dangerous aura that she could. “I was getting bored counting bots, and curiosity got the best of me.”

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taluhnian:

Tiny grunts escape his lips as Groot pulls himself onto a table leg, then onto the table itself. He doesn’t like staying on the ground — everything is too big and no one can see him down there. With his mission accomplished, he retracts his vines, watching as they snake around on the table and grow smaller into his hands. But it doesn’t work as planned, and somehow, a vine twists unpredictably. It hits a cup next to him and SHATTERS. Turning, the alien grimaces and apologises, “I am Groot.”

Nico was spacing out, unaware of anything that was going around her at the party of sorts. She hated being around that many people, you never really know who you could trust. And honestly, the last time she was at a party was when her cousin got married and She-Hulk and Singulairty crashed that and caused chaos. She’s pulled back to reality when she hears a breaking sound and an apologetic tone. She offers Groot a soft smile, “I can fix that,” it’s a little spell, not even one that required a phrase for it anymore. She lays a palm over the broken glass, and it glows a soft purple before the glass is reformed. “See? Our little secret.”

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i'd ask for you to give me hand... but it seems you need one more than i do :/

In the words of Owen Wilson, “Woooooow.”

I have two hands, nonny. Looks like your superpower isn’t knowing how to count.

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↖ is now accepting curious anons.

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mindgraved:

Nods his head — half–impressed. “Can it do anything special?” he inquires, unaware of non–spoken boundaries that exist. Doesn’t occur to him that the incident may be personal or too traumatic to relive. “Shoot laser beams? Lift heavy things?”

She remembers snow, and the power coursing through her triggered by her near death experience, power she couldn’t control- that no one could control. There’s a pull in the back of her mind, like this moment was familiar to her but it’s like looking through fog. She knows what’s there but not how far. This was different, he was just asking and had he not been pushing, she wouldn’t have said anything. But Countess used her as a weapon to get to her friends. “It’s an arm. It’s a part of me, it can do anything I do. I’m a mage,” she shrugs, kind of hating that word but she can’t figure out anything else, “So it’s magic like I’m magic. It’s made of my old staff.”

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cxpt-jrogers:

“Battle Royale?” James repeated, going into thought on that. Maybe they were sent here to fight for their lives. He’d hoped not. He didn’t enjoy killing – besides Ultron. He enjoyed his death and that scared him, it wasn’t something he was looking forward to experiencing again. “We’re being watched? How do you know? By who?”

Wrong. It was wrong, he understand that completely. “Yeah. I – Yeah, I know what you mean. In the past few hours I’ve met both of my parents. Even though they died when I was a few days old.”

She shrugs, it was a bad time. But it made her more in tune with her magic. “Yeah,  we had to survive to win.” Arcade had lost  though, they had made it out alive, although for Nico it was barely. “I don’t know. I’m afraid to find out. I haven’t really asked around,” She can’t tell if the people she sees works for whoever, or if they’re actual people like her.

Nico raises a brow when he mentions his parents, and fear and worry builds up in her stomach about her parents. “If I see my parents here, I’m killing them,” Again. Maybe in a different world they were good, but Nico didn’t want to put too much hope in to that anymore, she’s grown past that belief. “I know a few people who can dimension hop but this,” she’s one of them, even though she hasn’t quite figured out how it works. She looks around, eyes up at the sky, “I’ve tried getting out but it’s like a block on my magic.”