((gwcnpcclisms)) "Hey, Mr. Hawkeye. Can't remember your name. Jeremy Renner looking dude. Original Hawkeye."
Hawk looked over at the girl talking and raised an eyebrow, “Can I help you?”
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((gwcnpcclisms)) "Hey, Mr. Hawkeye. Can't remember your name. Jeremy Renner looking dude. Original Hawkeye."
Hawk looked over at the girl talking and raised an eyebrow, “Can I help you?”
((gwcnpcclisms)) "You have got a great ass."
“Have we met?” the Doctor asked, confused. It wasn’t typical of someone to come up to him and just tell him such a thing out of nowhere.
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“Or shadow agencies are chasing you in order to use you for your abilities, claiming that they’re gonna help to train you how to control them. I never wanted this life. I wish I could just give these powers back.”
((gwcnpcclisms)) "Wanda! Big fan. You're way cooler than Wade."
“Finally, someone who knows quality is way better than quantity.”
“What the fuck is she talking about?”
Christmas/Holiday starter for gwcnpcclisms
((OOC:I felt like making some Christmas starters, so here is one for @gwcnpcclisms))
The Doctor arrived at his friend’s house on December 25th, Christmas day. He knocked on her door with a present in his hand. The box was wrapped in green and red Christmas wrapping. He wasn’t entirely sure what to get the mercenary, but he figured he should get her some things she might enjoy and some things she might find useful.
Inside the box, there was a sonic screwdriver of her own, along with some psychic paper and a TARDIS key. There was a small laser pen device she could use on her adventures, along with pepper spray, some handcuffs, a flash light, a few sleep gas bombs and a small handheld taser from the future, along with a grappling gun he designed himself, all things he figured she might be able to use for her job. He also included a scarf that he knitted himself, and a Christmas sweater, since he knew humans liked those types of things. There were a few chocolates and some cookies he baked himself, along with a picture of him with Matt Smith, signed by both himself and Matt Smith, from the time he went to her home universe. At the bottom was a blindfold, for one last Christmas surprise. He was going to take her to the North Pole to see Santa Clause.
The box itself was bigger on the inside to have room for all the stuff he crammed in it. “Merry Christmas,” he told her as she opened the door. “You might want to hurry up and open it. We have somewhere to be.”
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“You’ve been in a locker this entire time?” Now he saw why she needed to stretch, but he was still confused about a few things. “Who are you, and how did you get here?” He asked her, still suspicious.
((gwcnpcclisms)) "Who, me? Nobody. Just a stowaway."
@gwcnpcclisms is my new friend
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“’Just a stowaway?’ What are you doing in my bed, Goldilocks? How long have you been here?” He asked her, remembering the important fact that it’s been around three days since the Milano has been on land.