Welcome to Trish Talk

Former Child Actress, Radio Host, Super Hero ||| Check out my Single: I Want Your Cray Cray ||| MCU RP Account

[trishpatsywalker]

Hello everyone,

My name is Trish Walker and you're reading Trish Talk. I've come to Tumblr with the sole intention of spreading awareness about the miscellaneous issues that plague the world.

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This is a roleplay account, please feel free to send a message through the ask box. My DMs are open.

I am 21, I don't do NSFW, but let me know if swearing makes you uncomfortable.

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Please be aware that homophobia, racism, sexism, hatred, or discrimination of any kind will not be tolerated here.

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[tootired-for-sanity]

IF YOU ARE ONE OF THE MCU CHARACTERS FROM A MULTIVERSE REBLOG THIS

Say who you are.

[soldier-bucky-barnes]

Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier.

[asta-barnes-rogers]

Asta Barnes Rogers, Winter Wolf.

[the-red-widow]

Katrina Romanoff, Red widow

[moongirlwidow]

Vespera Anetka Volkov Heladottir-Banner, Winter Widow

[midtown-braincell-holder]

Michelle “MJ” Jones Heladottir-Potts

[that-punk-from-brooklyn]

Steven Grant Rogers, Captain America

[capt-carter-mostly-official]

Captain Margaret “Peggy” Elizabeth Carter, Captain Carter of the Strategic Scientific Reserve and US Army, Knight in the Order of Merit, Director of SHIELD, US Special Forces(retired), United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland Special Forces(retired)

[fully-official-carol-danvers]

Carol Danvers, Captain Marvel, Capt. Danvers US Air Force(rt)

[wilsonfisk-thekingpin]

Wilson Fisk

[maryfisk]

Mary Fisk

[jessicajonespi]

Jessica Jones

[trishpatsywalker]

Trish Walker

[that-punk-from-brooklyn]

Do you play the games in the Daily Bugle newspaper?

Sometimes, when I have time or get bored

[trishpatsywalker]

"Great, I need a 15 letter word for dimwitted police cyborg from cartoons. Any guesses?"

[trishpatsywalker]

⠓⠑⠽ ⠓⠁⠧⠑ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠓⠑⠁⠗⠙ ⠋⠗⠕⠍ ⠽⠕⠥⠗ ⠎⠊⠎⠞⠑⠗⠗⠑⠉⠑⠝⠞⠇⠽ ⠊ ⠛⠕⠞ ⠁ ⠉⠕⠝⠉⠑⠗⠝⠊⠝⠛ ⠍⠑⠎⠎⠁⠛⠑⠗⠑⠛⠁⠗⠙⠊⠝⠛ ⠓⠑⠗ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠏⠥⠗⠏⠇⠑

"Hey, have you heard from your sister recently? I got a concerning message regarding her and purple."

@verygoodlawyer

"My sister...? I haven't heard from Jessica in months... She's probably at her apartment drinking all her problems away. Might want to check there." Trish replied with a shrug.

[verygoodlawyer]

⠞⠓⠁⠞⠎ ⠞⠓⠑ ⠞⠓⠊⠝⠛ ⠊ ⠙⠊⠙ ⠝⠕⠃⠕⠙⠽ ⠺⠁⠎⠞⠓⠑⠗⠑

"That's the thing, I did. Nobody was there."

▪︎ He gives her a gentle smile, pulling out his white cane before walking off down the sidewalk.

[trishpatsywalker]

Trish frowned slightly, looking over to him. "Look, Jess and purple don't mix well. If you find out where she is, you might be in danger without realizing it. You should stay out of it... Especially since, no offense, you're all ears. Find someone without susceptibility to mind control and good eyes if you're going to help."

[trishpatsywalker]

⠓⠑⠽ ⠓⠁⠧⠑ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠓⠑⠁⠗⠙ ⠋⠗⠕⠍ ⠽⠕⠥⠗ ⠎⠊⠎⠞⠑⠗⠗⠑⠉⠑⠝⠞⠇⠽ ⠊ ⠛⠕⠞ ⠁ ⠉⠕⠝⠉⠑⠗⠝⠊⠝⠛ ⠍⠑⠎⠎⠁⠛⠑⠗⠑⠛⠁⠗⠙⠊⠝⠛ ⠓⠑⠗ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠏⠥⠗⠏⠇⠑

"Hey, have you heard from your sister recently? I got a concerning message regarding her and purple."

@verygoodlawyer

"My sister...? I haven't heard from Jessica in months... She's probably at her apartment drinking all her problems away. Might want to check there." Trish replied with a shrug.

[trishpatsywalker]

On a scale of 1-10 how gay are you?

"Thanks for tuning in to Trish Talk, and bringing such an interesting question along with you. Let's say a solid 5 cause I might be bi, so 50/50."

[trishpatsywalker]

"Good morning, to listeners in New York and around the world. Welcome to Trish Talk, where I, Trish Walker, discuss issues that are relevant to you with anyone who wishes to call in. The lines are open if anyone would like to give us a call."

[trishpatsywalker]

It's time.

[trishpatsywalker]

Tomorrow actually. Not today.

[trishpatsywalker]

It's time.

[archibald-2017]

Something something being the awkward sister that feels like a complete failure and inadequate in comparison to her much more confident sister.

[trishpatsywalker]

Unfortunately this applies even with adopted siblings.

[trishpatsywalker]

You’re Jessica’s sister, right?

— @moongirlwidow

"Yes, that's me. Do you need something with Jessica?" Trish replied with a gentle smile.

[moongirlwidow]

Vera smiled, shaking her head. “No, ma’am. She talks about you, though, and I’m glad to put a face to the name.” She smiled a bit, offering her hand. “I’m Vespera Volkov, by the way.”

[trishpatsywalker]

Trish gave Vespera a firm handshake. "Trish Walker. Nice to meet you, Vespera... Just to be clear, it's all good things she's saying about me, right?" She asked, wistfully adding. "Well, as good as she can get."

[moongirlwidow]

Vera smirked. “Call me Vera. And yes, good things. Other than some stories from when you were kids and made some… questionable, shall we say, choices. She misses you, you should go talk to her. Or I can convince her to come to you” she shrugged, cocking her head.

[trishpatsywalker]

"Oh, she told you about that." Trish cringed slightly as she reminisced on the moment, Vera's voice easily bringing her back into the moment, she couldn’t help the frown that came over her face. "Jess and I aren't really on speaking terms at the moment. I'd honestly prefer to keep my distance."

[moongirlwidow]

“It’s nice to hear about people’s childhoods. Feels less empty.” Vera hummed, flipping a training butterfly knife between her fingers easily. “I’m sorry. Doesn’t mean she doesn’t miss you, or that she does not love you. I think she loves you too much to be close, actually.” She cocked her head, focusing on something in the distance as her words formed with a Russian tinge. “Anyways, I just wanted to say Hello. Sorry if I made things awkward, I’m only good at interpersonal stuff I don’t really care about,” she smiled ruefully, her American accent returning quickly

[trishpatsywalker]

"You didn't, it's not your fault... It's more that families can be complicated. Sometimes you do things that are pretty hard to come back from." Trish sighed softly, before raising an eyebrow, she was more than eager for a change of subject. "I noticed you have an accent."

[moongirlwidow]

“I know, still sorry. I know, mine is. Even though we’ve sorted a lot of it out. We all have, haven’t we. I once almost killed my little brother’s father figure in front of him. That was a mess. I’m not going to pretend to know what you and Jones have happening, but if you even need someone to talk to, I won’t tell a soul.” The widow hummed, continuing to flip the blade. “Which one do you want me to have?” Vera made her comment with a laugh in a mild Boston accent, but didn’t try to hide the wince. “But seriously, is the Boston too hard to understand? Because I can do a southern, it’s just not as good.” She switched to a thick drawl, pulling a smirk out of her muscle memory. “But yes, I do have an accent”

[trishpatsywalker]

Trish wore a rather surprised expression, raising her eyebrows in amazement. "Wow, you have quite a few accents I see. You rival even me and I've been practicing accents since I was a child." She chuckled lightly, deciding to test her luck. "That's pretty impressive. How many accents can you do? Enough to fill up an hour on the radio?"

[moongirlwidow]

Vera chuckled at the radio host’s reasponse. “I do, I suppose. If you ever need someone to fake one, give me a podcast with a host with the accent. This many is the norm where I come from,” She bit her lip, considering. “I think… forty-ish accents? One for twenty-nine each of spoken languages, plus seven other accents for English besides Boston, two for German because of dialect… then transatlantic — you don’t want to know — two for Cantonese so that’d add one… and then I have two besides my first for Italian, one extra for French because of Canadian… and then… I think fifty-three, I’m counting non-English accent changes, but for ones I do in English it would be eight” Vera quickly ticked over her fingers, checking herself. “I could, why?”

[trishpatsywalker]

"I'm always looking for talent to put on air, it's far better to have someone impressive than a disgruntled caller." Trish replied, with a shrug. "Better ratings, better time hosting, and certainly better for anyone listening in."

[moongirlwidow]

Vera nodded. “I wouldn’t say it’s a talent given as I learned through violence, but I’m happy to come on if you’d like it, I owe you a favor anyways.” She smiled, tucking the practice blade away and switching it for a dagger, tossing it mindlessly into the air and catching it each time. “I can imagine. Sounds like fun, if you want I can learn a new one or two in English, give me an hour per”

[trishpatsywalker]

"Come by the studio tomorrow morning and I'll make sure you get on air. Feel free to surprise me, if you are able to do so more than you already have." She proceeded to brush a strand of hair back behind her ear as she grabbed her purse and her blazer, slinging them both over her shoulder. "Hit the lights on your way out."

[moongirlwidow]

“I’ll be there, I’ll find something fun for it.” She tucked her blade away into a hidden sheath, then cracked her fingers. “Punch or flip the switch?”

[trishpatsywalker]

Trish's eyes widened slightly. "Flip the switch. Don't actually punch it. I just got it replaced." She replied, shaking her head slightly as she headed down the hall, towards the main doors of the building. "Where are you headed to next?"

[moongirlwidow]

“Joking, sorry,” Vera bit her lip, tapping the switch quickly as she walked alongside the older woman. “Patrol, now. Then I have a study date and practice.”

[trishpatsywalker]

"It's alright... Sounds like you have a pretty busy rest of your day." Trish arrived at the door, holding it open for Vera with her foot, while her free hand began digging through her purse.

[moongirlwidow]

“Mostly night, it’s almost dark, I need to watch some nightlife districts and I’m helping to get a girl out of an abusive relationship, she’s meeting a friend to stay with, but I’m handling the ex. So patrol ends at half past midnight.” Vera nodded, stepping through the door, pulling the bomber jacket she wore closer as a cool spring breeze caught her hair. “And thanks. A lot of the time people just get freaked out by,” she gestured vaguely. “This whole situation.”

[trishpatsywalker]

Trish pulled out a set of keys, and moved away from the door. "I could help with the ex." She offered, starting off towards her car. "Where's he at?" She asked, unlocking the vehicle and tossing her blazer inside of it. "And for the record, when you grow up in New York, it's hard to get freaked out by a lot of things. We had aliens invading a few years ago, at this point I figure whatever happens, even if its a girl with a couple hundred voices showing up, might as well happen."

[moongirlwidow]

Vera shrugged, pulling out her own keys. It was easy enough to link her to her vehicle — a black motorcycle with an hourglass decalled on the tank. “You don’t want to, for this one. Especially given what I plan to do to him.” She nodded, smiling ruefully “I get that. You grow up like I did, it’s pretty much the same. Plus after you process fully that you got adopted by a goddess, there’s just about nothing left.” The girl’s smile turned softer at the words, and she reached to twist a black metal ring on her right hand. A green stone was set in the band. “If you really want to help, I’d ask you to come help get the girl out while I handle the ex so I can get her to her friend’s house.”

[trishpatsywalker]

"I will gladly help with the girl then. Lead the way, I'll follow behind you." Trish spoke as she moved into her car, closing the door behind herself. She locked the car and placed her purse down in the passengers seat. The woman buckled up, and then cranked up her ride, looking over to Vera from the rear view mirror.

[moongirlwidow]

“Perfect. A car might be a bit more reassuring than my ride, anyways.” Vera shrugged, swinging her leg over her bike. Quickly starting the engine, she pulled out into traffic, making sure Trish was able to follow. Now wasn’t the time for her usual “reckless”(her aunt’s word, not he’s) driving, if she wanted a larger vehicle to be able to follow

[trishpatsywalker]

Trish followed after Vera, turning up the song on the radio upon realizing it was her own song. "Hey, I want ya cray cray! I want ya, i want ya! I want ya cray cray!" She sang along as she drove behind Vera, cutting off the taxi that had been coming through. She honked at them twice, laying on the horn with a scowl before continuing down the street, singing along to the song as if nothing had happened.

[moongirlwidow]

Vera smirked as she directed her bike to the parking lot a block away from the building they’d need. She gestured at a space shielded by bushes for Trish, then parked herself in a double-parked car’s remaining space, pulling her suit from the cargo space on her bike and pulling it over the leggings and tank top she wore, switching from converse to a pair of matching boots.

[trishpatsywalker]

Trish soon parked her car, turning the volume of the radio down now that it began playing another song that wasn't hers. She eventually pulled the key out of the car and tossed it into her purse before starting to move out of the vehicle. "You ready to go?" She pressed the button to lock the door on the driver's side of the car, took a step back, and then kicked it closed behind her.

[moongirlwidow]

Vera nodded, nudging nano bites off of her braids. “Here’s the situation: we have a violent football player boyfriend, he’s my problem. Do not engage, I know how to fight him specifically because I found all his weaknesses earlier. Injuries and whatnot. Your job is to get Victoria, the girl, get her to your car, and drive.” The vigilante made eye contact, driving her point home. “You do not stop if he jumps on the roof of the car, the police are the only thing that stop you. I’ll be about ten minutes behind you with some of her things, don’t worry about me until we have her to her friends. We take her to Janet Stowe’s apartment in Greenwich, you have the address in your texts. I’ll check her over and give her some medical help, and then we leave, I’ll follow up in about a week.” She sighed, then began loading her firearms. “While we’re in there: if you see me get hurt, it won’t kill me, and I can take it. If he throws me across the room, fuck and keep going. Scream if he gets near you, I’ll keep him out of your way. While you’re leaving don’t turn if you hear him shouting or screaming or if you hear it stop. That’s my problem, and I have a way to handle it.” The teen’s eyes darkened as she turned, waving Trish behind her. “Let’s go.” She pressed a comm into the radio host’s hand, and shifted into a jog, before shooting a web at the wall and throwing herself up two stories. “Apartment 206A!”

[trishpatsywalker]

Trish looked down to the comm as Vera placed it in her hand, she nodded slightly as she slipped it into her ear. Her eyes trailed after Vera, widening as the girl started moving up the side of the building, "Woah... Wait, how did you get my phone number?" She asked as she walked into the building. "You know what, don't answer that, I don't want to know." She spoke heading up the stairs and into a hallway on the second floor. She began searching the apartment complex for the aforementioned door number. Her eyes drifted across the addresses. "201A... 203A...." She muttered softly as she walked hurriedly. "Found it." She muttered as she spotted the door, "Let me know when you're ready."

[moongirlwidow]

Vera chuckled dryly. “I’m a Widow, I can find out just about anything.” She nodded, swinging over the balcony railing. She drew back her fist, punched the glass of the window, and threw herself into the kitchen where a young woman was quivering by the sink. “Now.”

[trishpatsywalker]

Just as soon as Vera said now, Trish lifted her foot and swung it at the door. A loud clang sounded as the door to the apartment was knocked off its hinges. She lowered her foot to the ground and took a step forward, "Victoria, come with me." She spoke as she entered the apartment, swiftly making her way to the girl and grabbing ahold of her hand. Before the other girl could properly react she was moving back to the doorway.

[moongirlwidow]

A loud clanging sound signaled the arrival of Victoria’s partner as a cast iron skillet hit her arm. Trish wasn’t out yet. The man was raging angrily around her. Cold anger, now. “Go!” She picked up a rolling pin, hurling it at the man’s head as she got herself up

[trishpatsywalker]

Trish lifted her hand, more than ready to hit the man back, she would have if Vera hadn't told her to go, she nodded slightly as she ran out of the apartment, practically dragging the poor girl with her. "Come on, we have to go." She spoke racing through the hallway. "I think Vera's got more than enough skill to handle her. I have a car right outside this building. You will go to the passengers side and get into it. From there, we are driving the hell away from here. Got it, Victoria?"

[trishpatsywalker]

Can you sing It's Patsy??? Song's a bop.

"You're on Trish Talk, thanks for the question. The answer is no, unless you're paying me to do so. If you want to hear me sing, check out my single, 'I Want Your Cray Cray'. It's available on all streaming platforms now."

[trishpatsywalker]

You’re Jessica’s sister, right?

— @moongirlwidow

"Yes, that's me. Do you need something with Jessica?" Trish replied with a gentle smile.

[moongirlwidow]

Vera smiled, shaking her head. “No, ma’am. She talks about you, though, and I’m glad to put a face to the name.” She smiled a bit, offering her hand. “I’m Vespera Volkov, by the way.”

[trishpatsywalker]

Trish gave Vespera a firm handshake. "Trish Walker. Nice to meet you, Vespera... Just to be clear, it's all good things she's saying about me, right?" She asked, wistfully adding. "Well, as good as she can get."

[moongirlwidow]

Vera smirked. “Call me Vera. And yes, good things. Other than some stories from when you were kids and made some… questionable, shall we say, choices. She misses you, you should go talk to her. Or I can convince her to come to you” she shrugged, cocking her head.

[trishpatsywalker]

"Oh, she told you about that." Trish cringed slightly as she reminisced on the moment, Vera's voice easily bringing her back into the moment, she couldn’t help the frown that came over her face. "Jess and I aren't really on speaking terms at the moment. I'd honestly prefer to keep my distance."

[moongirlwidow]

“It’s nice to hear about people’s childhoods. Feels less empty.” Vera hummed, flipping a training butterfly knife between her fingers easily. “I’m sorry. Doesn’t mean she doesn’t miss you, or that she does not love you. I think she loves you too much to be close, actually.” She cocked her head, focusing on something in the distance as her words formed with a Russian tinge. “Anyways, I just wanted to say Hello. Sorry if I made things awkward, I’m only good at interpersonal stuff I don’t really care about,” she smiled ruefully, her American accent returning quickly

[trishpatsywalker]

"You didn't, it's not your fault... It's more that families can be complicated. Sometimes you do things that are pretty hard to come back from." Trish sighed softly, before raising an eyebrow, she was more than eager for a change of subject. "I noticed you have an accent."

[moongirlwidow]

“I know, still sorry. I know, mine is. Even though we’ve sorted a lot of it out. We all have, haven’t we. I once almost killed my little brother’s father figure in front of him. That was a mess. I’m not going to pretend to know what you and Jones have happening, but if you even need someone to talk to, I won’t tell a soul.” The widow hummed, continuing to flip the blade. “Which one do you want me to have?” Vera made her comment with a laugh in a mild Boston accent, but didn’t try to hide the wince. “But seriously, is the Boston too hard to understand? Because I can do a southern, it’s just not as good.” She switched to a thick drawl, pulling a smirk out of her muscle memory. “But yes, I do have an accent”

[trishpatsywalker]

Trish wore a rather surprised expression, raising her eyebrows in amazement. "Wow, you have quite a few accents I see. You rival even me and I've been practicing accents since I was a child." She chuckled lightly, deciding to test her luck. "That's pretty impressive. How many accents can you do? Enough to fill up an hour on the radio?"

[moongirlwidow]

Vera chuckled at the radio host’s reasponse. “I do, I suppose. If you ever need someone to fake one, give me a podcast with a host with the accent. This many is the norm where I come from,” She bit her lip, considering. “I think… forty-ish accents? One for twenty-nine each of spoken languages, plus seven other accents for English besides Boston, two for German because of dialect… then transatlantic — you don’t want to know — two for Cantonese so that’d add one… and then I have two besides my first for Italian, one extra for French because of Canadian… and then… I think fifty-three, I’m counting non-English accent changes, but for ones I do in English it would be eight” Vera quickly ticked over her fingers, checking herself. “I could, why?”

[trishpatsywalker]

"I'm always looking for talent to put on air, it's far better to have someone impressive than a disgruntled caller." Trish replied, with a shrug. "Better ratings, better time hosting, and certainly better for anyone listening in."

[moongirlwidow]

Vera nodded. “I wouldn’t say it’s a talent given as I learned through violence, but I’m happy to come on if you’d like it, I owe you a favor anyways.” She smiled, tucking the practice blade away and switching it for a dagger, tossing it mindlessly into the air and catching it each time. “I can imagine. Sounds like fun, if you want I can learn a new one or two in English, give me an hour per”

[trishpatsywalker]

"Come by the studio tomorrow morning and I'll make sure you get on air. Feel free to surprise me, if you are able to do so more than you already have." She proceeded to brush a strand of hair back behind her ear as she grabbed her purse and her blazer, slinging them both over her shoulder. "Hit the lights on your way out."

[moongirlwidow]

“I’ll be there, I’ll find something fun for it.” She tucked her blade away into a hidden sheath, then cracked her fingers. “Punch or flip the switch?”

[trishpatsywalker]

Trish's eyes widened slightly. "Flip the switch. Don't actually punch it. I just got it replaced." She replied, shaking her head slightly as she headed down the hall, towards the main doors of the building. "Where are you headed to next?"

[moongirlwidow]

“Joking, sorry,” Vera bit her lip, tapping the switch quickly as she walked alongside the older woman. “Patrol, now. Then I have a study date and practice.”

[trishpatsywalker]

"It's alright... Sounds like you have a pretty busy rest of your day." Trish arrived at the door, holding it open for Vera with her foot, while her free hand began digging through her purse.

[moongirlwidow]

“Mostly night, it’s almost dark, I need to watch some nightlife districts and I’m helping to get a girl out of an abusive relationship, she’s meeting a friend to stay with, but I’m handling the ex. So patrol ends at half past midnight.” Vera nodded, stepping through the door, pulling the bomber jacket she wore closer as a cool spring breeze caught her hair. “And thanks. A lot of the time people just get freaked out by,” she gestured vaguely. “This whole situation.”

[trishpatsywalker]

Trish pulled out a set of keys, and moved away from the door. "I could help with the ex." She offered, starting off towards her car. "Where's he at?" She asked, unlocking the vehicle and tossing her blazer inside of it. "And for the record, when you grow up in New York, it's hard to get freaked out by a lot of things. We had aliens invading a few years ago, at this point I figure whatever happens, even if its a girl with a couple hundred voices showing up, might as well happen."

[moongirlwidow]

Vera shrugged, pulling out her own keys. It was easy enough to link her to her vehicle — a black motorcycle with an hourglass decalled on the tank. “You don’t want to, for this one. Especially given what I plan to do to him.” She nodded, smiling ruefully “I get that. You grow up like I did, it’s pretty much the same. Plus after you process fully that you got adopted by a goddess, there’s just about nothing left.” The girl’s smile turned softer at the words, and she reached to twist a black metal ring on her right hand. A green stone was set in the band. “If you really want to help, I’d ask you to come help get the girl out while I handle the ex so I can get her to her friend’s house.”

[trishpatsywalker]

"I will gladly help with the girl then. Lead the way, I'll follow behind you." Trish spoke as she moved into her car, closing the door behind herself. She locked the car and placed her purse down in the passengers seat. The woman buckled up, and then cranked up her ride, looking over to Vera from the rear view mirror.

[moongirlwidow]

“Perfect. A car might be a bit more reassuring than my ride, anyways.” Vera shrugged, swinging her leg over her bike. Quickly starting the engine, she pulled out into traffic, making sure Trish was able to follow. Now wasn’t the time for her usual “reckless”(her aunt’s word, not he’s) driving, if she wanted a larger vehicle to be able to follow

[trishpatsywalker]

Trish followed after Vera, turning up the song on the radio upon realizing it was her own song. "Hey, I want ya cray cray! I want ya, i want ya! I want ya cray cray!" She sang along as she drove behind Vera, cutting off the taxi that had been coming through. She honked at them twice, laying on the horn with a scowl before continuing down the street, singing along to the song as if nothing had happened.

[moongirlwidow]

Vera smirked as she directed her bike to the parking lot a block away from the building they’d need. She gestured at a space shielded by bushes for Trish, then parked herself in a double-parked car’s remaining space, pulling her suit from the cargo space on her bike and pulling it over the leggings and tank top she wore, switching from converse to a pair of matching boots.

[trishpatsywalker]

Trish soon parked her car, turning the volume of the radio down now that it began playing another song that wasn't hers. She eventually pulled the key out of the car and tossed it into her purse before starting to move out of the vehicle. "You ready to go?" She pressed the button to lock the door on the driver's side of the car, took a step back, and then kicked it closed behind her.

[moongirlwidow]

Vera nodded, nudging nano bites off of her braids. “Here’s the situation: we have a violent football player boyfriend, he’s my problem. Do not engage, I know how to fight him specifically because I found all his weaknesses earlier. Injuries and whatnot. Your job is to get Victoria, the girl, get her to your car, and drive.” The vigilante made eye contact, driving her point home. “You do not stop if he jumps on the roof of the car, the police are the only thing that stop you. I’ll be about ten minutes behind you with some of her things, don’t worry about me until we have her to her friends. We take her to Janet Stowe’s apartment in Greenwich, you have the address in your texts. I’ll check her over and give her some medical help, and then we leave, I’ll follow up in about a week.” She sighed, then began loading her firearms. “While we’re in there: if you see me get hurt, it won’t kill me, and I can take it. If he throws me across the room, fuck and keep going. Scream if he gets near you, I’ll keep him out of your way. While you’re leaving don’t turn if you hear him shouting or screaming or if you hear it stop. That’s my problem, and I have a way to handle it.” The teen’s eyes darkened as she turned, waving Trish behind her. “Let’s go.” She pressed a comm into the radio host’s hand, and shifted into a jog, before shooting a web at the wall and throwing herself up two stories. “Apartment 206A!”

[trishpatsywalker]

Trish looked down to the comm as Vera placed it in her hand, she nodded slightly as she slipped it into her ear. Her eyes trailed after Vera, widening as the girl started moving up the side of the building, "Woah... Wait, how did you get my phone number?" She asked as she walked into the building. "You know what, don't answer that, I don't want to know." She spoke heading up the stairs and into a hallway on the second floor. She began searching the apartment complex for the aforementioned door number. Her eyes drifted across the addresses. "201A... 203A...." She muttered softly as she walked hurriedly. "Found it." She muttered as she spotted the door, "Let me know when you're ready."

[moongirlwidow]

Vera chuckled dryly. “I’m a Widow, I can find out just about anything.” She nodded, swinging over the balcony railing. She drew back her fist, punched the glass of the window, and threw herself into the kitchen where a young woman was quivering by the sink. “Now.”

[trishpatsywalker]

Just as soon as Vera said now, Trish lifted her foot and swung it at the door. A loud clang sounded as the door to the apartment was knocked off its hinges. She lowered her foot to the ground and took a step forward, "Victoria, come with me." She spoke as she entered the apartment, swiftly making her way to the girl and grabbing ahold of her hand. Before the other girl could properly react she was moving back to the doorway.

[trishpatsywalker]

You’re Jessica’s sister, right?

— @moongirlwidow

"Yes, that's me. Do you need something with Jessica?" Trish replied with a gentle smile.

[moongirlwidow]

Vera smiled, shaking her head. “No, ma’am. She talks about you, though, and I’m glad to put a face to the name.” She smiled a bit, offering her hand. “I’m Vespera Volkov, by the way.”

[trishpatsywalker]

Trish gave Vespera a firm handshake. "Trish Walker. Nice to meet you, Vespera... Just to be clear, it's all good things she's saying about me, right?" She asked, wistfully adding. "Well, as good as she can get."

[moongirlwidow]

Vera smirked. “Call me Vera. And yes, good things. Other than some stories from when you were kids and made some… questionable, shall we say, choices. She misses you, you should go talk to her. Or I can convince her to come to you” she shrugged, cocking her head.

[trishpatsywalker]

"Oh, she told you about that." Trish cringed slightly as she reminisced on the moment, Vera's voice easily bringing her back into the moment, she couldn’t help the frown that came over her face. "Jess and I aren't really on speaking terms at the moment. I'd honestly prefer to keep my distance."

[moongirlwidow]

“It’s nice to hear about people’s childhoods. Feels less empty.” Vera hummed, flipping a training butterfly knife between her fingers easily. “I’m sorry. Doesn’t mean she doesn’t miss you, or that she does not love you. I think she loves you too much to be close, actually.” She cocked her head, focusing on something in the distance as her words formed with a Russian tinge. “Anyways, I just wanted to say Hello. Sorry if I made things awkward, I’m only good at interpersonal stuff I don’t really care about,” she smiled ruefully, her American accent returning quickly

[trishpatsywalker]

"You didn't, it's not your fault... It's more that families can be complicated. Sometimes you do things that are pretty hard to come back from." Trish sighed softly, before raising an eyebrow, she was more than eager for a change of subject. "I noticed you have an accent."

[moongirlwidow]

“I know, still sorry. I know, mine is. Even though we’ve sorted a lot of it out. We all have, haven’t we. I once almost killed my little brother’s father figure in front of him. That was a mess. I’m not going to pretend to know what you and Jones have happening, but if you even need someone to talk to, I won’t tell a soul.” The widow hummed, continuing to flip the blade. “Which one do you want me to have?” Vera made her comment with a laugh in a mild Boston accent, but didn’t try to hide the wince. “But seriously, is the Boston too hard to understand? Because I can do a southern, it’s just not as good.” She switched to a thick drawl, pulling a smirk out of her muscle memory. “But yes, I do have an accent”

[trishpatsywalker]

Trish wore a rather surprised expression, raising her eyebrows in amazement. "Wow, you have quite a few accents I see. You rival even me and I've been practicing accents since I was a child." She chuckled lightly, deciding to test her luck. "That's pretty impressive. How many accents can you do? Enough to fill up an hour on the radio?"

[moongirlwidow]

Vera chuckled at the radio host’s reasponse. “I do, I suppose. If you ever need someone to fake one, give me a podcast with a host with the accent. This many is the norm where I come from,” She bit her lip, considering. “I think… forty-ish accents? One for twenty-nine each of spoken languages, plus seven other accents for English besides Boston, two for German because of dialect… then transatlantic — you don’t want to know — two for Cantonese so that’d add one… and then I have two besides my first for Italian, one extra for French because of Canadian… and then… I think fifty-three, I’m counting non-English accent changes, but for ones I do in English it would be eight” Vera quickly ticked over her fingers, checking herself. “I could, why?”

[trishpatsywalker]

"I'm always looking for talent to put on air, it's far better to have someone impressive than a disgruntled caller." Trish replied, with a shrug. "Better ratings, better time hosting, and certainly better for anyone listening in."

[moongirlwidow]

Vera nodded. “I wouldn’t say it’s a talent given as I learned through violence, but I’m happy to come on if you’d like it, I owe you a favor anyways.” She smiled, tucking the practice blade away and switching it for a dagger, tossing it mindlessly into the air and catching it each time. “I can imagine. Sounds like fun, if you want I can learn a new one or two in English, give me an hour per”

[trishpatsywalker]

"Come by the studio tomorrow morning and I'll make sure you get on air. Feel free to surprise me, if you are able to do so more than you already have." She proceeded to brush a strand of hair back behind her ear as she grabbed her purse and her blazer, slinging them both over her shoulder. "Hit the lights on your way out."

[moongirlwidow]

“I’ll be there, I’ll find something fun for it.” She tucked her blade away into a hidden sheath, then cracked her fingers. “Punch or flip the switch?”

[trishpatsywalker]

Trish's eyes widened slightly. "Flip the switch. Don't actually punch it. I just got it replaced." She replied, shaking her head slightly as she headed down the hall, towards the main doors of the building. "Where are you headed to next?"

[moongirlwidow]

“Joking, sorry,” Vera bit her lip, tapping the switch quickly as she walked alongside the older woman. “Patrol, now. Then I have a study date and practice.”

[trishpatsywalker]

"It's alright... Sounds like you have a pretty busy rest of your day." Trish arrived at the door, holding it open for Vera with her foot, while her free hand began digging through her purse.

[moongirlwidow]

“Mostly night, it’s almost dark, I need to watch some nightlife districts and I’m helping to get a girl out of an abusive relationship, she’s meeting a friend to stay with, but I’m handling the ex. So patrol ends at half past midnight.” Vera nodded, stepping through the door, pulling the bomber jacket she wore closer as a cool spring breeze caught her hair. “And thanks. A lot of the time people just get freaked out by,” she gestured vaguely. “This whole situation.”

[trishpatsywalker]

Trish pulled out a set of keys, and moved away from the door. "I could help with the ex." She offered, starting off towards her car. "Where's he at?" She asked, unlocking the vehicle and tossing her blazer inside of it. "And for the record, when you grow up in New York, it's hard to get freaked out by a lot of things. We had aliens invading a few years ago, at this point I figure whatever happens, even if its a girl with a couple hundred voices showing up, might as well happen."

[moongirlwidow]

Vera shrugged, pulling out her own keys. It was easy enough to link her to her vehicle — a black motorcycle with an hourglass decalled on the tank. “You don’t want to, for this one. Especially given what I plan to do to him.” She nodded, smiling ruefully “I get that. You grow up like I did, it’s pretty much the same. Plus after you process fully that you got adopted by a goddess, there’s just about nothing left.” The girl’s smile turned softer at the words, and she reached to twist a black metal ring on her right hand. A green stone was set in the band. “If you really want to help, I’d ask you to come help get the girl out while I handle the ex so I can get her to her friend’s house.”

[trishpatsywalker]

"I will gladly help with the girl then. Lead the way, I'll follow behind you." Trish spoke as she moved into her car, closing the door behind herself. She locked the car and placed her purse down in the passengers seat. The woman buckled up, and then cranked up her ride, looking over to Vera from the rear view mirror.

[moongirlwidow]

“Perfect. A car might be a bit more reassuring than my ride, anyways.” Vera shrugged, swinging her leg over her bike. Quickly starting the engine, she pulled out into traffic, making sure Trish was able to follow. Now wasn’t the time for her usual “reckless”(her aunt’s word, not he’s) driving, if she wanted a larger vehicle to be able to follow

[trishpatsywalker]

Trish followed after Vera, turning up the song on the radio upon realizing it was her own song. "Hey, I want ya cray cray! I want ya, i want ya! I want ya cray cray!" She sang along as she drove behind Vera, cutting off the taxi that had been coming through. She honked at them twice, laying on the horn with a scowl before continuing down the street, singing along to the song as if nothing had happened.

[moongirlwidow]

Vera smirked as she directed her bike to the parking lot a block away from the building they’d need. She gestured at a space shielded by bushes for Trish, then parked herself in a double-parked car’s remaining space, pulling her suit from the cargo space on her bike and pulling it over the leggings and tank top she wore, switching from converse to a pair of matching boots.

[trishpatsywalker]

Trish soon parked her car, turning the volume of the radio down now that it began playing another song that wasn't hers. She eventually pulled the key out of the car and tossed it into her purse before starting to move out of the vehicle. "You ready to go?" She pressed the button to lock the door on the driver's side of the car, took a step back, and then kicked it closed behind her.

[moongirlwidow]

Vera nodded, nudging nano bites off of her braids. “Here’s the situation: we have a violent football player boyfriend, he’s my problem. Do not engage, I know how to fight him specifically because I found all his weaknesses earlier. Injuries and whatnot. Your job is to get Victoria, the girl, get her to your car, and drive.” The vigilante made eye contact, driving her point home. “You do not stop if he jumps on the roof of the car, the police are the only thing that stop you. I’ll be about ten minutes behind you with some of her things, don’t worry about me until we have her to her friends. We take her to Janet Stowe’s apartment in Greenwich, you have the address in your texts. I’ll check her over and give her some medical help, and then we leave, I’ll follow up in about a week.” She sighed, then began loading her firearms. “While we’re in there: if you see me get hurt, it won’t kill me, and I can take it. If he throws me across the room, fuck and keep going. Scream if he gets near you, I’ll keep him out of your way. While you’re leaving don’t turn if you hear him shouting or screaming or if you hear it stop. That’s my problem, and I have a way to handle it.” The teen’s eyes darkened as she turned, waving Trish behind her. “Let’s go.” She pressed a comm into the radio host’s hand, and shifted into a jog, before shooting a web at the wall and throwing herself up two stories. “Apartment 206A!”

[trishpatsywalker]

Trish looked down to the comm as Vera placed it in her hand, she nodded slightly as she slipped it into her ear. Her eyes trailed after Vera, widening as the girl started moving up the side of the building, "Woah... Wait, how did you get my phone number?" She asked as she walked into the building. "You know what, don't answer that, I don't want to know." She spoke heading up the stairs and into a hallway on the second floor. She began searching the apartment complex for the aforementioned door number. Her eyes drifted across the addresses. "201A... 203A...." She muttered softly as she walked hurriedly. "Found it." She muttered as she spotted the door, "Let me know when you're ready."

[trishpatsywalker]

You’re Jessica’s sister, right?

— @moongirlwidow

"Yes, that's me. Do you need something with Jessica?" Trish replied with a gentle smile.

[moongirlwidow]

Vera smiled, shaking her head. “No, ma’am. She talks about you, though, and I’m glad to put a face to the name.” She smiled a bit, offering her hand. “I’m Vespera Volkov, by the way.”

[trishpatsywalker]

Trish gave Vespera a firm handshake. "Trish Walker. Nice to meet you, Vespera... Just to be clear, it's all good things she's saying about me, right?" She asked, wistfully adding. "Well, as good as she can get."

[moongirlwidow]

Vera smirked. “Call me Vera. And yes, good things. Other than some stories from when you were kids and made some… questionable, shall we say, choices. She misses you, you should go talk to her. Or I can convince her to come to you” she shrugged, cocking her head.

[trishpatsywalker]

"Oh, she told you about that." Trish cringed slightly as she reminisced on the moment, Vera's voice easily bringing her back into the moment, she couldn’t help the frown that came over her face. "Jess and I aren't really on speaking terms at the moment. I'd honestly prefer to keep my distance."

[moongirlwidow]

“It’s nice to hear about people’s childhoods. Feels less empty.” Vera hummed, flipping a training butterfly knife between her fingers easily. “I’m sorry. Doesn’t mean she doesn’t miss you, or that she does not love you. I think she loves you too much to be close, actually.” She cocked her head, focusing on something in the distance as her words formed with a Russian tinge. “Anyways, I just wanted to say Hello. Sorry if I made things awkward, I’m only good at interpersonal stuff I don’t really care about,” she smiled ruefully, her American accent returning quickly

[trishpatsywalker]

"You didn't, it's not your fault... It's more that families can be complicated. Sometimes you do things that are pretty hard to come back from." Trish sighed softly, before raising an eyebrow, she was more than eager for a change of subject. "I noticed you have an accent."

[moongirlwidow]

“I know, still sorry. I know, mine is. Even though we’ve sorted a lot of it out. We all have, haven’t we. I once almost killed my little brother’s father figure in front of him. That was a mess. I’m not going to pretend to know what you and Jones have happening, but if you even need someone to talk to, I won’t tell a soul.” The widow hummed, continuing to flip the blade. “Which one do you want me to have?” Vera made her comment with a laugh in a mild Boston accent, but didn’t try to hide the wince. “But seriously, is the Boston too hard to understand? Because I can do a southern, it’s just not as good.” She switched to a thick drawl, pulling a smirk out of her muscle memory. “But yes, I do have an accent”

[trishpatsywalker]

Trish wore a rather surprised expression, raising her eyebrows in amazement. "Wow, you have quite a few accents I see. You rival even me and I've been practicing accents since I was a child." She chuckled lightly, deciding to test her luck. "That's pretty impressive. How many accents can you do? Enough to fill up an hour on the radio?"

[moongirlwidow]

Vera chuckled at the radio host’s reasponse. “I do, I suppose. If you ever need someone to fake one, give me a podcast with a host with the accent. This many is the norm where I come from,” She bit her lip, considering. “I think… forty-ish accents? One for twenty-nine each of spoken languages, plus seven other accents for English besides Boston, two for German because of dialect… then transatlantic — you don’t want to know — two for Cantonese so that’d add one… and then I have two besides my first for Italian, one extra for French because of Canadian… and then… I think fifty-three, I’m counting non-English accent changes, but for ones I do in English it would be eight” Vera quickly ticked over her fingers, checking herself. “I could, why?”

[trishpatsywalker]

"I'm always looking for talent to put on air, it's far better to have someone impressive than a disgruntled caller." Trish replied, with a shrug. "Better ratings, better time hosting, and certainly better for anyone listening in."

[moongirlwidow]

Vera nodded. “I wouldn’t say it’s a talent given as I learned through violence, but I’m happy to come on if you’d like it, I owe you a favor anyways.” She smiled, tucking the practice blade away and switching it for a dagger, tossing it mindlessly into the air and catching it each time. “I can imagine. Sounds like fun, if you want I can learn a new one or two in English, give me an hour per”

[trishpatsywalker]

"Come by the studio tomorrow morning and I'll make sure you get on air. Feel free to surprise me, if you are able to do so more than you already have." She proceeded to brush a strand of hair back behind her ear as she grabbed her purse and her blazer, slinging them both over her shoulder. "Hit the lights on your way out."

[moongirlwidow]

“I’ll be there, I’ll find something fun for it.” She tucked her blade away into a hidden sheath, then cracked her fingers. “Punch or flip the switch?”

[trishpatsywalker]

Trish's eyes widened slightly. "Flip the switch. Don't actually punch it. I just got it replaced." She replied, shaking her head slightly as she headed down the hall, towards the main doors of the building. "Where are you headed to next?"

[moongirlwidow]

“Joking, sorry,” Vera bit her lip, tapping the switch quickly as she walked alongside the older woman. “Patrol, now. Then I have a study date and practice.”

[trishpatsywalker]

"It's alright... Sounds like you have a pretty busy rest of your day." Trish arrived at the door, holding it open for Vera with her foot, while her free hand began digging through her purse.

[moongirlwidow]

“Mostly night, it’s almost dark, I need to watch some nightlife districts and I’m helping to get a girl out of an abusive relationship, she’s meeting a friend to stay with, but I’m handling the ex. So patrol ends at half past midnight.” Vera nodded, stepping through the door, pulling the bomber jacket she wore closer as a cool spring breeze caught her hair. “And thanks. A lot of the time people just get freaked out by,” she gestured vaguely. “This whole situation.”

[trishpatsywalker]

Trish pulled out a set of keys, and moved away from the door. "I could help with the ex." She offered, starting off towards her car. "Where's he at?" She asked, unlocking the vehicle and tossing her blazer inside of it. "And for the record, when you grow up in New York, it's hard to get freaked out by a lot of things. We had aliens invading a few years ago, at this point I figure whatever happens, even if its a girl with a couple hundred voices showing up, might as well happen."

[moongirlwidow]

Vera shrugged, pulling out her own keys. It was easy enough to link her to her vehicle — a black motorcycle with an hourglass decalled on the tank. “You don’t want to, for this one. Especially given what I plan to do to him.” She nodded, smiling ruefully “I get that. You grow up like I did, it’s pretty much the same. Plus after you process fully that you got adopted by a goddess, there’s just about nothing left.” The girl’s smile turned softer at the words, and she reached to twist a black metal ring on her right hand. A green stone was set in the band. “If you really want to help, I’d ask you to come help get the girl out while I handle the ex so I can get her to her friend’s house.”

[trishpatsywalker]

"I will gladly help with the girl then. Lead the way, I'll follow behind you." Trish spoke as she moved into her car, closing the door behind herself. She locked the car and placed her purse down in the passengers seat. The woman buckled up, and then cranked up her ride, looking over to Vera from the rear view mirror.

[moongirlwidow]

“Perfect. A car might be a bit more reassuring than my ride, anyways.” Vera shrugged, swinging her leg over her bike. Quickly starting the engine, she pulled out into traffic, making sure Trish was able to follow. Now wasn’t the time for her usual “reckless”(her aunt’s word, not he’s) driving, if she wanted a larger vehicle to be able to follow

[trishpatsywalker]

Trish followed after Vera, turning up the song on the radio upon realizing it was her own song. "Hey, I want ya cray cray! I want ya, i want ya! I want ya cray cray!" She sang along as she drove behind Vera, cutting off the taxi that had been coming through. She honked at them twice, laying on the horn with a scowl before continuing down the street, singing along to the song as if nothing had happened.

[moongirlwidow]

Vera smirked as she directed her bike to the parking lot a block away from the building they’d need. She gestured at a space shielded by bushes for Trish, then parked herself in a double-parked car’s remaining space, pulling her suit from the cargo space on her bike and pulling it over the leggings and tank top she wore, switching from converse to a pair of matching boots.

[trishpatsywalker]

Trish soon parked her car, turning the volume of the radio down now that it began playing another song that wasn't hers. She eventually pulled the key out of the car and tossed it into her purse before starting to move out of the vehicle. "You ready to go?" She pressed the button to lock the door on the driver's side of the car, took a step back, and then kicked it closed behind her.

[trishpatsywalker]

You’re Jessica’s sister, right?

— @moongirlwidow

"Yes, that's me. Do you need something with Jessica?" Trish replied with a gentle smile.

[moongirlwidow]

Vera smiled, shaking her head. “No, ma’am. She talks about you, though, and I’m glad to put a face to the name.” She smiled a bit, offering her hand. “I’m Vespera Volkov, by the way.”

[trishpatsywalker]

Trish gave Vespera a firm handshake. "Trish Walker. Nice to meet you, Vespera... Just to be clear, it's all good things she's saying about me, right?" She asked, wistfully adding. "Well, as good as she can get."

[moongirlwidow]

Vera smirked. “Call me Vera. And yes, good things. Other than some stories from when you were kids and made some… questionable, shall we say, choices. She misses you, you should go talk to her. Or I can convince her to come to you” she shrugged, cocking her head.

[trishpatsywalker]

"Oh, she told you about that." Trish cringed slightly as she reminisced on the moment, Vera's voice easily bringing her back into the moment, she couldn’t help the frown that came over her face. "Jess and I aren't really on speaking terms at the moment. I'd honestly prefer to keep my distance."

[moongirlwidow]

“It’s nice to hear about people’s childhoods. Feels less empty.” Vera hummed, flipping a training butterfly knife between her fingers easily. “I’m sorry. Doesn’t mean she doesn’t miss you, or that she does not love you. I think she loves you too much to be close, actually.” She cocked her head, focusing on something in the distance as her words formed with a Russian tinge. “Anyways, I just wanted to say Hello. Sorry if I made things awkward, I’m only good at interpersonal stuff I don’t really care about,” she smiled ruefully, her American accent returning quickly

[trishpatsywalker]

"You didn't, it's not your fault... It's more that families can be complicated. Sometimes you do things that are pretty hard to come back from." Trish sighed softly, before raising an eyebrow, she was more than eager for a change of subject. "I noticed you have an accent."

[moongirlwidow]

“I know, still sorry. I know, mine is. Even though we’ve sorted a lot of it out. We all have, haven’t we. I once almost killed my little brother’s father figure in front of him. That was a mess. I’m not going to pretend to know what you and Jones have happening, but if you even need someone to talk to, I won’t tell a soul.” The widow hummed, continuing to flip the blade. “Which one do you want me to have?” Vera made her comment with a laugh in a mild Boston accent, but didn’t try to hide the wince. “But seriously, is the Boston too hard to understand? Because I can do a southern, it’s just not as good.” She switched to a thick drawl, pulling a smirk out of her muscle memory. “But yes, I do have an accent”

[trishpatsywalker]

Trish wore a rather surprised expression, raising her eyebrows in amazement. "Wow, you have quite a few accents I see. You rival even me and I've been practicing accents since I was a child." She chuckled lightly, deciding to test her luck. "That's pretty impressive. How many accents can you do? Enough to fill up an hour on the radio?"

[moongirlwidow]

Vera chuckled at the radio host’s reasponse. “I do, I suppose. If you ever need someone to fake one, give me a podcast with a host with the accent. This many is the norm where I come from,” She bit her lip, considering. “I think… forty-ish accents? One for twenty-nine each of spoken languages, plus seven other accents for English besides Boston, two for German because of dialect… then transatlantic — you don’t want to know — two for Cantonese so that’d add one… and then I have two besides my first for Italian, one extra for French because of Canadian… and then… I think fifty-three, I’m counting non-English accent changes, but for ones I do in English it would be eight” Vera quickly ticked over her fingers, checking herself. “I could, why?”

[trishpatsywalker]

"I'm always looking for talent to put on air, it's far better to have someone impressive than a disgruntled caller." Trish replied, with a shrug. "Better ratings, better time hosting, and certainly better for anyone listening in."

[moongirlwidow]

Vera nodded. “I wouldn’t say it’s a talent given as I learned through violence, but I’m happy to come on if you’d like it, I owe you a favor anyways.” She smiled, tucking the practice blade away and switching it for a dagger, tossing it mindlessly into the air and catching it each time. “I can imagine. Sounds like fun, if you want I can learn a new one or two in English, give me an hour per”

[trishpatsywalker]

"Come by the studio tomorrow morning and I'll make sure you get on air. Feel free to surprise me, if you are able to do so more than you already have." She proceeded to brush a strand of hair back behind her ear as she grabbed her purse and her blazer, slinging them both over her shoulder. "Hit the lights on your way out."

[moongirlwidow]

“I’ll be there, I’ll find something fun for it.” She tucked her blade away into a hidden sheath, then cracked her fingers. “Punch or flip the switch?”

[trishpatsywalker]

Trish's eyes widened slightly. "Flip the switch. Don't actually punch it. I just got it replaced." She replied, shaking her head slightly as she headed down the hall, towards the main doors of the building. "Where are you headed to next?"

[moongirlwidow]

“Joking, sorry,” Vera bit her lip, tapping the switch quickly as she walked alongside the older woman. “Patrol, now. Then I have a study date and practice.”

[trishpatsywalker]

"It's alright... Sounds like you have a pretty busy rest of your day." Trish arrived at the door, holding it open for Vera with her foot, while her free hand began digging through her purse.

[moongirlwidow]

“Mostly night, it’s almost dark, I need to watch some nightlife districts and I’m helping to get a girl out of an abusive relationship, she’s meeting a friend to stay with, but I’m handling the ex. So patrol ends at half past midnight.” Vera nodded, stepping through the door, pulling the bomber jacket she wore closer as a cool spring breeze caught her hair. “And thanks. A lot of the time people just get freaked out by,” she gestured vaguely. “This whole situation.”

[trishpatsywalker]

Trish pulled out a set of keys, and moved away from the door. "I could help with the ex." She offered, starting off towards her car. "Where's he at?" She asked, unlocking the vehicle and tossing her blazer inside of it. "And for the record, when you grow up in New York, it's hard to get freaked out by a lot of things. We had aliens invading a few years ago, at this point I figure whatever happens, even if its a girl with a couple hundred voices showing up, might as well happen."

[moongirlwidow]

Vera shrugged, pulling out her own keys. It was easy enough to link her to her vehicle — a black motorcycle with an hourglass decalled on the tank. “You don’t want to, for this one. Especially given what I plan to do to him.” She nodded, smiling ruefully “I get that. You grow up like I did, it’s pretty much the same. Plus after you process fully that you got adopted by a goddess, there’s just about nothing left.” The girl’s smile turned softer at the words, and she reached to twist a black metal ring on her right hand. A green stone was set in the band. “If you really want to help, I’d ask you to come help get the girl out while I handle the ex so I can get her to her friend’s house.”

[trishpatsywalker]

"I will gladly help with the girl then. Lead the way, I'll follow behind you." Trish spoke as she moved into her car, closing the door behind herself. She locked the car and placed her purse down in the passengers seat. The woman buckled up, and then cranked up her ride, looking over to Vera from the rear view mirror.

[moongirlwidow]

“Perfect. A car might be a bit more reassuring than my ride, anyways.” Vera shrugged, swinging her leg over her bike. Quickly starting the engine, she pulled out into traffic, making sure Trish was able to follow. Now wasn’t the time for her usual “reckless”(her aunt’s word, not he’s) driving, if she wanted a larger vehicle to be able to follow

[trishpatsywalker]

Trish followed after Vera, turning up the song on the radio upon realizing it was her own song. "Hey, I want ya cray cray! I want ya, i want ya! I want ya cray cray!" She sang along as she drove behind Vera, cutting off the taxi that had been coming through. She honked at them twice, laying on the horn with a scowl before continuing down the street, singing along to the song as if nothing had happened.