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Post by aquarius on Dec 4, 2023 11:30:00 GMT -7
Jeanne was relaxing watching a video of one of the world's finest clarinet players (instantly becoming their equal in so doing - even when relaxing, Finesse was learning) when her phone chimed indicating a text message arriving from a new number. This was rare enough on its own, let alone from a number that hadn't been in her contacts list already. A quick glance to read the message and she found herself smiling faintly at the painfully obvious teenage crush his attempt at communication indicated, before realising that she was smiling, and understanding what that implied.
Taking a moment to consider this, she sent a reply quickly, oblivious to the social signals doing so would send.
I am on relaxed duty currently, so can meet you whenever is convenient. Pick a date, time and location and I will be happy to be there. 'Work clothes' or civilian attire?
Jeanne's wardrobe was mostly very 'average' in what it contained, given her relative lack of social awareness it was far easier to simply wear things that made as little statement as possible. However, if he indicated a preference for regular clothing then she may well have to seek assistance in selecting clothing suitable for the occasion. Though deciding who from would be difficult. Her fellow students would be the most likely to be up to date on current fashions, but then there would be all the complicated interactions that would then initiate. So... Maybe Janet Van Dyne? She was a fashion expert, and far less likely to make a deal out of any such advice being sought. And of course letting her instructors know that she was interacting with others in a social context, on her own initiative, might get them to stop worrying so much...
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Post by aquarius on Oct 15, 2023 9:20:16 GMT -7
Excalibur was just getting back to the Avengers Mansion after a pleasant day off, and was about to settle down with a drink to wait for anyone to show up and update her on whatever epic adventures had been their ordinary working day, when she noticed a post-it note detailing... It was hard to tell, as if it had been written by someone unused to communicating with people.
"Ugh. Thor, I'm guessing. 'Finesse doomed - Gone to rescue her'. I know they said the Allspeak messed up subtle meaning, but I didn't realise it could be that bad. Now how was it I check the computer to track his comm card?"
Fortunately the sound of the door opening heralded someone returning that could help her remember. Given that it was Finesse though, it seemed unlikely that it was all that urgent after all. Though the brightly dressed individual following her in was not Thor, nor someone that Excalibur knew.
"Finesse! Thor left a note about you being doomed? And who's your friend?"
"This is Jubilation Lee of the X-Men. She and I were both abducted by Victor Von Doom, and Thor just freed us. He instructed me to ensure she got to safety, and here seemed the safest place within easy travelling distance. I believe standard protocol calls for a medical check-up for both of us as we would be classed as captives of a significant threat."
Excalibur nodded at this; she'd had to perform a few basic assessments to confirm people were unharmed, something her powers made almost trivial. But unexpectedly Jubilee spoke out at this. "Um... I guess I don't mind as long as it's private. I have a... condition I don't want to become widely known."
Finesse had already deduced that Jubilee was a vampire of course, but understood the desire for it being kept a secret so said nothing. Instead she nodded and spoke of her own thoughts regarding the need. "I am aware of what would be needed, and have no objections to it being conducted here and now. Once done, I will return to my quarters to give you privacy."
Excalibur nodded, and with a brief glow surrounding her hand, expanding to encompass Finesse and to harmlessly dismantle her body into the component layers, Faiza focused on what her powers were telling her about Finesse's health. "I sense no injuries, no foreign contaminations of any kind. You are given a clean bill of health, and are free to go, pending any debriefing that Thor will no doubt ask you to write for him anyway."
Finesse simply nodded and walked off down the corridor to her quarters leaving Excalibur and Jubilee alone in the main area. Jubilee hesitated before nodding to indicate she was ready for the same to be done to herself, and Excalibur once more used her blue glow to pull her patient apart. Instantly she could sense the difference though. "Ugh. This feels harder than it should. Magic? That's the only thing I know of that resists my powers. You're fine though, even if... well, I can guess..." and with that she released her hold on Jubilee.
Jubilee sighed and nodded. "Yeah, I'm not alive any more. Vampire. Still not entirely sure how it happened, but a few people know, including Doctor Strange. I'm keeping control for now, and plans are in place for if I... well. Anyway, I hope you can keep this to yourself, but understand if you need to tell anyone."
Excalibur moved over to the computer terminal, tapping in a few details and speaking to their guest as she did so. "Basic checks performed on Finesse and Jubilation Lee of the X-Men. No signs of illness, injury or infection of any form. Both are cleared for all activities."
Faiza had a very practical view on such things. Jubilee was clearly no threat to anyone, so her condition was nobody's secret but her own. A doctor learned much about their patients and knew all about patient confidentiality. She knew enough about Doctor Strange to trust his judgement in the matter, and would double check it with him later, but take it no further as long as it checked out. Until it became someone else's business? It was none of their business.
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Post by aquarius on Oct 14, 2023 8:28:17 GMT -7
Everything had naturally gone according to plan. The test subjects had been acquired and brought to him without complication or delay. Doom was pleased at a plan that had gone smoothly and without any unanticipated interference. His enhanced scanning device was giving him all the data he'd hoped for, confirming biometrics of every conceivable sort that would act as a frame of reference when compared against that of various kinds of other 'enhanced' individuals.
That was when an alert sounded confirming the arrival of the inevitable. A 'rescue party'. Only a team of one, though? They would have to be formidable to brave the halls of Latveria's monarch on their own. Danvers, Stark, or the Asgardian then. The X-Men had a few that could conceivably consider themselves capable enough to threaten him on their own, but they were a more 'team' focused collective. They would not have come to challenge him without everyone they could possibly bring.
When his laboratory door was finally opened, he was not surprised to see Thor walk in, nor to see his 'all business' attitude - one which he couldn't fault given the circumstances. This was business for the both of them after all, otherwise Doom might have taken a very different and less extreme approach to this whole 'experiment'. As his guests cautiously left, Doom commenced his inevitable monologue.
"No harm was done to either of them, and they are free to go, with thanks for their service to Latveria. As a sign of my gratitude for their cooperation I am prepared to share my findings with all who as..."
That was as far as he got before the departure of the young ladies meant that Thor was no longer holding back his wrath To spare their eyes from such terrible sights, and a lightning bolt came hurtling towards him. Doom had warded himself against lightning as a precaution of course, but it was still enough to knock him off his feet and past the wreckage of the domes, striking the wall behind with great force.
"Whatever game you are playing, the Avengers care not. If you abduct innocents again, if you try my patience by preying upon others at all, my response shall not be so merciful."
With that the Thunder God left, allowing the Latverian's footman to shuffle into the lab to check on his still prone master. As he passed underneath the remains of the broken dome of one of the test chambers, a green light blinked on. Doom did not move until his servant reached him and offered his hand to help his Lord up. The monarch accepted the help, and engaged his suit's electric shock generators at full power, his steely grip not shifting until the now green form of his former servant fell to the ground.
"As I suspected. Doom cannot be deceived by anyone from this world or any other. Now to the business of finding the rest of your kind who dare cross the borders of Latveria."
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Post by aquarius on Oct 12, 2023 13:14:58 GMT -7
Thor had been the only one at the Avengers Mansion when the call came. The Chieftain of the Police had called to tell him of a member of the public who had reported seeing the abduction of one of the trainees of the Avengers. All children were worthy of protection of course, but especially so when they were students of the Avengers, and therefore of him.
Thor took the information down, writing it on an it-of-posts, hoping others would return from their missions before long. And with that done, he was straight out the door, soaring into the air and heading to the nearby location that would surely be where his goal would be found.
Less than a minute later, and the Prince of Asgard fell like a comet from the skies onto the front lawn of the Latverian embassy. He strode towards the main doors, a bellowed challenge giving the merest fraction of a warning before he knocked with all the force that Mjolnir could bring to bear.
"DOOM! I WOULD HAVE WORDS WITH THEE!"
The oaken doors, reinforced with metal and various mystical wards might as well have been cheap plywood for all the resistance they offered him. Standing the other side of the cloud of splinters and sawdust, he saw... an elderly man, one apparently unable to stand without leaning heavily on a walking stick.
"Good evening, your highness. My master has bade me direct you follow me to meet him. I am to assure you that no misdeeds shall be directed at you so long as you refrain from further damage to the embassy."
As he shuffled down a corridor, leading Thor onwards he spoke in what seemed to be a speech that had been prepared for him - an explanation of what Doom had done, and how he had done it. A horde of Doombots disguised as civilians, with secondary camouflage as footsoldiers of The Hand ninjas, then a magical trap left behind with just enough bait to lure in the trainee Avenger.
This monologue that Doom had delegated to his underling lasted just long enough for their journey it seemed, no doubt another calculated move by the Latverian dictator. The doors were opened, revealing a massive laboratory which would no doubt be many months of study were Stark ever able to access it.
At the far end of the room stood Doom, at the controls of a complex looking machine. Many cables ran from the computer bank to a pair of glass spheres, each over two metres in diameter. In the first he could see Finesse, and in the second he recognised Jubilee of the X-men. He spoke only two words as he held Mjolnir in front of him.
"Get down."
Lightning surged forth from his weapon into the two domes, shattering them and raining shards of glass over the two girls who had thankfully managed to avoid the worst of it all, stepping out of the wreckage and moving over to Thor's side cautiously, expecting one or both of these two epically powerful beings to begin fighting at any moment.
"Finesse? Ensure Miss Lee gets out of here safely."
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Post by aquarius on Oct 11, 2023 12:59:57 GMT -7
Gambit had a list of a few people he'd been watching, and today a few of them had sort of crossed paths. As one of them had laid an obvious trap, another had... arrived to walk right into it. Surely Jubilee knew better than this? Though to be fair she presumably didn't know half of the stuff he'd been finding out over the past few weeks. Or...
Or her being on his list was for a good reason.
He kept himself hidden for now, watching as events unfolded and only when everything was over did he begin to reflect on what had transpired. Jubilee was a vampire now? Had he really been gone for that long? Or was it that... Ugh, Fury's paranoia was as infectious as it was justified. This was of great interest to him, but only on a personal level. Why did saving the world have to be so... difficult?! Back when he was a Marauder, heck even when he was an X-man, he'd have dropped what he was doing and gone off on his own personal side quest. But something told him that doing so with Fury as his boss would be an exceptionally bad idea even by his standards.
And so he kept his position and resumed his observations of these remarkably unusual people. After a minute or so he began to pick up a few more clues from their movements, far more coordinated and precise than he'd have expected for these people. It kind of reminded him of... But that didn't make any sense...
Then they had finished their work concealing any evidence of their presence, and they all gathered in the middle of the room, vanishing in a green pulse of light and taking all evidence of their presence with them. But this was the last little clue Gambit had needed to finally make some sense of this part of the puzzle. When you were looking for evidence of one hidden threat, it was all too easy to overlook the existence of other dangers. How to react to this though? It was still possible it tied in to his mission, after all. But there was no way he was going to be able to investigate this any further on his own, or indeed under any form of cover.
The faint sounds of movement alerted him to another presence, and he looked down to see one of the Avengers' trainees he'd read a file about briefly. She had potential, he had to admit. Lacked any real experience, but hopefully she'd live long enough to gain it.
Of course, her vanishing suddenly in the same green flare meant another rapid re-evaluation of his next course of action. He couldn't investigate directly without inevitable breaking his deep cover. He couldn't not investigate, which meant only one option remained. Be sneaky and manipulative and trick someone else into doing it for him! And so he stood up from his hiding spot and slipped off into the night, a plan - no, a scheme - already forming.
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Post by aquarius on Oct 10, 2023 13:07:51 GMT -7
Finesse's exceptional deductive skills had been tasked with helping in a lot of intelligence analysis without any idea of what it was actually about. This was... frustrating. She had voiced her concerns about how it was limiting her effectiveness in finding out whatever it was she was meant to be finding out, but apparently 'finding anomalies' was her only brief, and any elaboration would risk "revealing top secret information".
She'd already managed to work some of it out, of course. But that had only lead to more questions - ones she knew would not be answered if she asked them. And so she set out to learn the answers for herself. Scanning documents and reading reports had gotten her as far as they would for the day, so once she was permitted some rest time, Jeanne decided to 'take a walk in the park'. In truth, this was a simple enough pretext to investigate the site of one of the events in the reports she'd read. Maybe a bit more information would reveal more hidden answers...
When she neared the old warehouse, there were a few signs of suspicious activity almost immediately. Signs of unusual movement patterns, and despite being a relatively low value property there was a surprisingly advanced security system, and more than that it was not from any supplier that she recognised. Beyond that, it bore signs of the early stages of being dismantled, as if the owner didn't want to leave anything behind which might help identify them.
Officially she had no authority to enter the building of course, nor would her instructors approve of her taking matters into her own hands like this. But that meant she felt the need to take a look all the more. The advanced alarms and sensors were child's play to one such as Finesse, and she was soon inside searching for clues. Sadly, that proved a lot less simple than she'd hoped, as if the place had been swept clean by highly capable individuals, leaving very little for her to find. However, there was the faintest smell of... Garlic?
This brought to mind a few unrelated reports she'd analysed recently, but as she moved around Finesse noticed the scent was localised very specifically, mixed in with the definite aroma of blood. Quickly this was determined to be confined to a very small area, further adding to her suspicions. Of course, this lead her to investigate the middle of the narrow area of floor, where she found...
Nothing. No trace of anything even remotely interesting. She hadn't expected a lot, but at least something would have been nice. It was only when Jeanne moved away again and crossed the invisible threshold of the circle that anything changed. A flash of light blinded her, and a sense of disorientation that she knew from training signified teleportation.
And in the rafters above where she had been just a moment before, a figure moved out of the shadow in which they had been hiding, slipping away in silence.
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Post by aquarius on Oct 9, 2023 13:07:29 GMT -7
He found her respect surprising? That was... confusing. Anyone who questioned his brilliance was either blinded to his talents by focusing on his myriad mistakes (mostly non scientific, so Gabby considered them irrelevant in academic terms) or alternatively was blinded by jealousy. Mind you, she'd spent enough time around a few of the professors at ESU to learn that academic jealousy was all too common.
"You're a genius. Maybe you've made mistakes in how you apply that, but who hasn't? At least you're not covering yourself in armour to blow stuff up at every opportunity like Stark, or bouncing between projects at random like some stretchy kid with ADHD. But you... you've done serious research. You're a scientist, not someone who... uh... I don't know, it's like Richards just wants to see what is possible and doesn't care about the science. As far as I'm concerned you're the better scientist."
The questions on her AI seemed a little odd, but then Gabby remembered her research done early on when creating Opus, all the details of 'Ultron' that had basically been a 'how to NOT do it' manual. But that was good science too, of course. Reporting your failings as well as successes.
"I didn't force any opinions of any kind on my AI, except one. Opus has a numeric value representing all her opinions, and she is free to raise or lower them by any number she wishes. Not even me, her creator, is exempt from this. However, I assigned life as a whole an infinite value. Since values can only be changed by a finite value, people collectively will always be considered the highest priority. And none of my tech could be used to cause serious harm to more than one or two people, even if deliberately misused. Your mistakes were unfortunate, but when you're the world leader in anything you are the one making them first. Thanks to you I knew what to avoid, for which I am truly grateful. I know that probably sounds sarcastic, but I mean it entirely genuinely."
That was the thing about quiet hero worship in her own way. She'd thought about what she'd say to this man if she ever got the chance. Now if only she could keep this going long enough to ask about the gaps in the paper she'd been reading. Pym particles simply couldn't work the way suggested, given that Ant-Man, Giant Man, Yellowjacket and so on, they seemed to have variable mass, density and so on, contradicting all the basics of what was 'officially' known.
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Post by aquarius on Oct 8, 2023 11:44:09 GMT -7
It was a rare night off for Jubilee, but with things getting quieter for the X-Men again after the Apocalypse mess it was at least becoming more frequent again. She'd managed to get a ticket to a concert taking place in the city, and once the sun was properly set she was on her motorbike and out the gates, heading for the venue, a converted warehouse quite close to one of her favourite nightclubs that she was planning on heading to once the concert was over.
Parking up a brief walk away from the venue, she arrived a little later than she'd hoped but was at least still a little early. Once inside though, it seemed either quite a few others were yet to arrive, or the turnout was less than she'd expected. It should have been at least a few hundred for this band, but there were probably less than a hundred here so far. At first Jubilee wasn't suspicious until a speck of dust irritated her nose, causing her to sniff in irritation. That was when she noticed - there were no scents from any of the people around her!
Turning towards the exit as unobtrusively as she could, suddenly a dozen or more people were blocking it. A sudden flash-bang detonated, and when her eyes cleared no longer were there civilians standing there, instead ninjas in red garb. The Hand!
A glance around the room revealed that everyone there was now a ninja, and already forming a circle around her clearly preparing for the inevitable gratuitous messy fight that always accompanied their presence. But none of them moved any further towards her. Instead, in perfect unison each of them drew a blade and cut their palms, then smeared their blood onto the floor in front of them, between them all forming a circle around her. Only then did anyone advance, a single figure identical in appearance to the others. Despite her record against The Hand in the past, Jubilee knew better than to take any of them for granted. If The Hand thought this one was enough to deal with her? They probably had a good reason for that.
That reason was discovered as soon as she tried to dodge his first strike and only barely managed it. It wasn't that he was fast, it was... her supernatural speed was gone. But how?! Another sniff and she realised. The scent of garlic filled the air along with that of their blood. They'd used their dark magics to sap her speed, strength, and who knew what else?
When the next attack came, she found out what else. Not only was this ninja far stronger than they had any right to be, but their skill was beyond anyone Jubilee had fought against. She wasn't even sure if Logan was this good! Within moments she was held in a grapple she couldn't find her way out of, and she was being bound with ropes that had the painful sting of garlic - plus the faintest burn of silver. They'd really prepared, it seemed. Only when a hood was slipped over her head and she found herself slipping into unconsciousness did she wonder just how much their dark magics were capable of...
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Post by aquarius on Oct 3, 2023 13:07:37 GMT -7
Doreen turned her phone around to show the screen to Patrick in response to his enquiry, nodding a confirmation. "Yup! Have a look!" She was about to continue when the unexpected new voice announcing a 'comet bomb' caught her attention. After a split second she yelped in mild alarm, rolling over to quickly cover up as much of her tail as possible to avoid it getting soaked. When the near perfectly executed dive resulted in barely a few drops of water even reaching her, Doreen felt a little embarrassed but began chuckling at the situation.
"Hi, Carol. Great dive! Glad you could join us. Drink? Snack? Help yourself later if you want, too."
It was still a smaller turnout than Doreen had hoped, but then she'd only have been happy with the poolside completely packed, just about the entire Avengers roster there, and a fair few of her close friends from outside the hero world as well. Since the invites had not specified any 'plus one' was allowed though? It was just her. And Tippy Toe of course. You invite Squirrel Girl, you get the Squirrel and the Girl.
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Post by aquarius on Oct 3, 2023 12:51:41 GMT -7
Ugh. They had a brief respite from the violence, and the first suggestion made was more violence? Perhaps it was going to be necessary to keep all of New York safe, but that didn't mean Nico would like it. Still, she felt obliged to speak up on a minor point of order on behalf of Old Lace's distant cousins. "The only species I've seen so far have all been Cretaceous, I think. Jurassic was the age before that one. Anyway..."
She rummaged in her outfit and produced a cell phone from a well concealed pocket. Pressing a couple of buttons on it, she approached the portal and after testing it with a piece of litter thrown through to make sure it was safe, she cautiously reached through, holding her phone the other side for a few seconds before bringing it back through again and checking it.
"GPS kept going, so it's not into the past or an alien world. Coordinates are... The South Pole? That can't be right, that's a jungle through there. But yes, I've travelled in time. No desire to repeat it. But if we're going into a prehistoric jungle, real or no, I'm happy for Klara to come along, if she wants to. She can control plants, so she'd probably be the most powerful of any of us through there."
With this, she waved back at Klara who she could see emerging from the building, and beckoned for her to come and join them. Whilst she did so, Nico began sending a text to a few of her better connected new friends in the girl power group A-Force.
Portal at 4th and Maynards, leads to jungle full of dinosaurs somehow in Antartica. Going through with bunch of tasteless costumes to stop it before people get hurt. Let someone important know - might need a ride home.
"There. That's Captain Marvel and She-Hulk notified, they'll pass it on and keep this side safe. Maybe if we're lucky they'll be able to arrange backup for us too."
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Post by aquarius on Oct 1, 2023 12:51:36 GMT -7
'Negative'. It sounded at first like her optimistic bluff was not working. But then it elaborated enough to indicate that it was in fact going to fight itself?! That worked better than expected. Verity had been expecting to be able to reason with the robot using logic once it had determined a known truth to be untrue. But instead its rigid programming seemed to require an extreme response that frankly she was perfectly fine with.
The Sentinel took itself down remarkably efficiently, almost as if it knew its own weak spots and had aimed for them. Logical, she had to admit. Apart from the 'destroying itself' aspect, of course.
"Huh. So it had learned to lie, but it was still completely dumb. No surprises there..."
Now this... she'd never actually said her name, this other artificial life form - told Verity she was trapped in the net for... the rest of the day, basically?! Ugh! Typical!
"What, you don't even carry a knife or anything? Can you contact the fire department or someone who'd have cutting equipment? Or at least get me somewhere to sit down or something? I just saved you, seems you owe me that much..."
Perhaps this was lacking in subtlety, but then she was not one for tactful diplomacy. Instead a simple statement of fact seemed efficient, that having saved the hero from a fight she couldn't handle, a degree of reciprocity was a reasonable expectation. Heroes did such things without expectation of recompense, but as Verity had already established she was no hero.
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Post by aquarius on Sept 13, 2023 10:10:44 GMT -7
Simple mission, a small team, and JARVIS as the 'guy in the chair'? This was sounding like it'd be awesome! But for all the potential for this to turn into a chaotic mess, of course. But the promise of a catered debriefing? Hopefully she'd be able to get a full meal (or two) out of it. Never turn down free food, especially not when it was all but guaranteed to be decent quality.
So with a goal of taking out an AIM base, recovering some data, capturing a probable impostor, and avoiding a messy diplomatic incident... Doreen considered the various ways it could go wrong. She was already up to around seventeen, depending on whether you counted variations of one disaster separately or all as one. The presence of JARVIS possibly meant they could prevent a few of them from getting too out of hand, but on the other hand it was possible that this whole thing was a trap anyway so just deploying into the area of operations would count as a disaster. Eighteen, then.
Did they have squirrels in the area? Hopefully they would since Tippy could find her some backup for extra sets of eyes, and all the usual stuff that the Squirrel Scouts accomplished for her.
As the Iron Man hologram indicated the end of his briefing for them, she gave a quick salute just in time before he vanished, and listened in turn to JARVIS' follow-up, waiting for Agent Morse to say whatever she had to say as mission lead before they had to go to work.
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Post by aquarius on Aug 18, 2023 13:57:47 GMT -7
Doreen didn't go on many SHIELD missions these days. What with her studying for college, she didn't have as much time as she'd like to hero, let alone to go on missions with SHIELD. Of course they knew this and only called on her occasionally, when her talents or experience lent themselves particularly well to the mission in question. Like today, for example. Whilst she was still studying computer science, she was extremely capable by most people's standards. Plus, she'd dealt with secret AIM bases before. She had experience with the Latverian ruler, Doom. Plus, she knew all about the 'need to know' stuff Tony was talking about, and knew better than to bring that up around anyone else. She knew, he knew she knew, and she knew why it was so important to avoid talking about it. The mission sounded... odd, though. Someone managed to hack into possibly the most secure database on the planet and they got away with it, but were tracked back to a specific location? Something seemed wrong there, either they were too focused on getting the data they wanted to conceal their tracks, or they WANTED to be tracked. Or they were just oblivious to even being detected at all... This was going to puzzle her until she found out whatever it was that made sense of everything. Until then: Agent Green AKA Squirrel Girl was ready to do the same as usual with an AIM base.
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Post by aquarius on Aug 10, 2023 13:13:36 GMT -7
People came and went, a few of them talking to Dazzler but basically ignoring Marie, which she didn't mind as lets face it, Dazzler was world famous or something, Marie had seen her on TV many times over the years, and it was good to see that at least a bit of TV was true, given how much of it had turned out to be a disappointment, let-down or even an outright lie. With nobody specific interacting with her, Marie went back to wandering the convention, chatting with random attendees, letting them take pictures with her, and adding a few phone numbers to her cell from the occasional guy (and one girl) who were braver or more optimistic than most. Time passed, and she'd switched costumes on a whim. No longer Princess Peach, now she was Samus Aran clad in her zero suit. It was her first time out as a cosplayer, and it felt good to get some feedback on her various costumes, especially when it was so positive. zania
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