Rationalizing Survival

The path home is destroyed. The path forward is broken. But at the very least, there is hope. [Indie Noh-Varr rp account. Mixture of headcanon + canon details. New!YA + PreYA.]

[aneedforspeed]

   Okay, but FYI—trading Almond     Joys for Milky Ways is nuts. 

[themarvelofkree]

Sweets named after your galaxy should taste better.

Would you like one? I have more than enough to share. 

[aneedforspeed]

   I enjoyed seeing you bartering for candy.

[themarvelofkree]

To simply toss away perfectly viable pieces of chocolate is illogical. I offered what I saw was the lesser option. 

[aneedforspeed]

   Nooo wo-man, no cryyy.

[themarvelofkree]

[Blinks up from his book.]

I am not crying?

[themarvelofkree]

Thomas?

Did you enjoy Halloween? [As the teen shifts the bag of  sweets on his hip.]

[dxrrekviii]

themarvelofkree

[dxrrekviii]

        ❛ what do you want, kree? ❜

[themarvelofkree]

"A brief respite. Or is there a price for that as well, skrull? Though I do recall you are actually a mixture of both." 

[themarvelofkree]

Good morning. The weather will serve us well today.

[k-koriandr]

Come with me if you want to be awesome.

[shawnnhunter]

[themarvelofkree]

favorite queer comic characters - noh-varr (bisexual)

[wiccxnkaplan-deactivated2015061]

+themarvelofkree

themarvelofkree

"Hey Noh! How’ve you been?"

[themarvelofkree]

"I have been better. You appear--to be doing well." 

[themarvelofkree]

[ When you essentially finish rereading YA! Gillen's run and grimace at the depiction of Noh-Varr and the plot holes. I am bringing Noh-Varr back and I am thinking of reworking a few things character profile/history wise but for now, I'll acknowledge what's happening in YA!Gillen but guh it feels so incomplete and off and just my Marvel Boy ]

[themarvelofkree]

Fuck.

[egg-noodle]

Tommy doodle dump.

I can’t muster up the energy to draw anything substantial.

[yoshing-bt]

Fountain Aug 28, 2013, Oshiage, Tokyo.

camera : nimslo 3D / film : Kodak SUPERGOLD 400 / scanner : Epson GT-F730

[themarvelofkree]

I am. Though at the moment, the team appears to be a mixture of possibly growing more paranoid and needing a break. It is good that all of us are doing a little of both. [He hums quietly before climbing back up onto the roof and settling down to sit on the edge. Both legs were dangling as he sat there thoughtfully.] 

They do not speak of the past often, if ever.

[noworldnomad]

Huh.

[She glances at him, then turns back to the stores below. Sounded like, well, what had happened to her own ‘team’. Could she even really call them that?  They hadn’t really lasted long. That one mission, then the one with Onslaught.]

Guess that’s what happens to teams.

I sort of agree about the past thing. In theory, anyway. It’s hard not to dwell.

[themarvelofkree]

It should not be mandatory for it to be this way. [Or ever expected really. There was just something terribly unjust about having to think of a team as more of a temporary setting than a possible permanent one.] 

So you are not xenophobic. But you are human?

Or mutant?

[aneedforspeed]

What? What--?

[The pained sound and first dip in Noh-Varr’s stature has Tommy all but disappearing around him, trying to find the best angle to catch him from if he falls. He studies the Kree’s face like if he looks hard enough it will tell him what to do to make the discomfort magically go away, and when that doesn’t happen, he goes for the next best thing—taking his shoulders to steady him, Tommy leads Noh toward the bedroom.]

Come on, you should probably be laying down.

[themarvelofkree]

—No.

[The refusal comes out as if he was in a feverish daze. But at the rate the Kree was going, he wouldn’t be so surprised. Even with his stomach churning and his shoulders hunching in as if that would do anything to keep his guts’ contents in and not not, Noh-Varr was gently shrugging Tommy’s hands off. ]

I should walk. The movement will keep my system on high alert. I should—I should— [Is he sweating? He felt like he was oddly light and heavy at the same time, head above and body stuck to the ground. By the time he realizes he’s walked off the ground and onto the wall of their shared bedroom, Noh-Varr’s hair was matted to his forehead.] 

What will neutralize this? I will create an antidote and push it through my veins.

[aneedforspeed]

Huh?

[Tommy notices right then just how rarely Noh-Varr actually says ‘no’ to him. He frowns hard, hands shrugged off in a sickly stupor, and then stares as the other simply walks right off the ground and up the wall. He could do that? What the hell?

But Tommy’s surprise is fizzled away by concern and frustration, and he grabs the Kree’s arm in protest.]

Or you could stop being a moron and lay down. You look like you’re going to puke. 

[themarvelofkree]

I do not puke.

[The Kree's tone vividly describes how affronted he is at the idea, the singular verb punctuated with a shot of disgust. Never mind that he had been truly close to it just moments ago. But even if he did puke, he would still be mostly in control of his body.]

I would not leave such dangerous fluids in our home. There is no guarantee that the building's structure would not be magically eaten through by accident. It is also better to allow it to be absorbed and taken care of within me. 

[Tommy's hand keeps him in one spot but Noh-Varr ignores the request, feeling rather comfortable with his position.] It must have been the plums. They looked so different--but their sourness was not from their flesh. [Rubs cold sweat off with the back of his head.] 

[themarvelofkree]

Do lightbulbs taste good?

Even some humans seem to enjoy it.

[radshoesbro]