hopehoused : KARA ZOR’EL
❛❛ compliments’ll get you no where real quick , red . & how am i supposed to trust you to do this alone ? yeah , i’ll be able to see & hear what you do… but… i think you shouldn’t go alone in there . despite the fact you annoy me , it’s too dangerous for you to go by yourself especially since they’ve already marked you for whatever it is they’re doing . ❜❜ hands wave about expansively , whatever symbolized in this vague , theatrical gesture . though she notes his rather effortless deflection of topic ; avoidance in the mention of his imagined self labeled monstrosity . soft scoff rushes past cherry lips before meeting in a tight line , watching him closely , monitoring vitals for hint of lie & alteration of truth . there is none ; which is relieving & worrying all at once . that he thinks himself so incapable of control . hand reaches to push back stray locks of her own hair , sliding through silky strands , still ever closely surveying . ❛❛ we’ll see about food depending on how well this goes . ❜❜
‘ scout’s honor? ‘ he jests , fitting on his suit and testing out the cloaking , on and off on and off. ‘ awh, nice to see someone cares. i can handle myself and a bunch of killer mercenaries, really it’s like another tuesday for me. unless you can cloak, you’ll just serve as a bullet shield. and i know no one likes to be a bullet shield, invulnerable or not. ‘ he breathes a sigh of relief for a moment. so far this plan didn’t seem like absolute suicide. in fact he was smart enough to ask for help for once in his short life. ‘ look, if---if The Other gets out while i’m in there, i’m asking you to well...you’re gonna have to kill me. Don’t worry i’ll come back, just... can’t have that thing running around Houston more than I already do.’ his fist clenches at the mention of The Other, his horrendous alter self that served only to kill. His Real Self. ‘ come on, Real great Tex-Mex down here, considering where we are. ‘
