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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2018 1:52:53 GMT
 
He looked heroic, like a ninja turtle, and he was playing along with her favorite game. Molly had always loved running around the playground and pretending to be various superheroes. Making costumes would be even more fun. "Okay!" the little girl agreed with an excited twirl. She practically vibrated with unreleased energy and couldn't wait until they saw Kamala so she could tell her the new plan.
They were going to turn a giant dinosaur man into a superhero.
Nothing could possibly go wrong.
"We can make a superhero team!" Molly declared, spinning again with her arms out like a miniature child-airplane. She zoomed past a garbage can before skipping across a grate. "I'm Princess Powerful!" she informed him. "I wanna have a cape too, but mine's gunna be pink because that's my favorite color." She paused, considering, "What's your favorite color?"
TAG: @croc & @kamala whenever you wanna jump in
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2018 4:52:59 GMT
 Uh oh. She didn't get the joke.
Her sudden and uncontrollable energy, her bouncing around, her excitement could only mean one, undeniable thing.
He was screwed.
How could he explain to her now that it was all in jest? That the last thing in the world he wanted to do was to dress up like an idiot and patrol the streets where he'd be exposed to ridicule at the best of times and hunted at the worst? To be the wet blanket on the bonfire that was her hopes for the future would be heart-breaking.
No. He had to ride this train to the end. Locked in with a cast-iron seatbelt.
Sighing one of the deepest sighs of his life, he resolved himself to play along with her; hoping in his heart that once they'd found this 'Kamala' of which she spoke, that the opinion of a more trusted adult would steer her away from the godawful idea.
"Of course your majesty" he responded to the idea of making a team. His heart wasn't in it in the tone department, but he nevertheless did a dramatic bow with his arms splayed out, parting his 'cape' at the chest for a few moments.
His reaction to her next question was a lot less theatrical however, a scratching of the head that tore more holes in his mask indicating that he was at a bit of a loss for how to reply.
"I ain't ever thought about it really." he said after a few moments, shrugging as he did so. "Ain't really had the luxury of pickin' one. Always had other stuff on my mind."
"Pink would definitely suit you though" he added after his depressing confession of a lack of colour preference, his hand briefly rubbing the top of her head as she passed her and turned the corner.
He disappeared from view very briefly, then his head reappeared as he poked it around the wall.
"This it?" he asked speculatively, waiting for her to follow him around. Before them lay a peculiar hole in the concrete that the odor alone gave away was directly connected to the sewers. It wasn't a manhole missing its cover, it wasn't even an official roadwork it was just... a break in the ground. Waylon had wondered how Molly had fallen down somewhere that didn't have a way to climb back out and he was even more confused now that he knew what the problem was.
"What the actual hell?" he asked, perplexed, as if expecting the hole to casually explain its existence to him.
"What's this even doin' here?" he turned his head to ask the girl beside him, though he wasn't expecting her to have any answers. A random hole in the middle of an alley was a level of strange even this kid couldn't explain.
"Who even put this here? That's just frickin' dangerous!"
He sounded mad. Offended even, that someone would leave such an obvious hazard unattended. Did the workers of the city even know it was here? And for what purpose had it even been made int he first place? A freak accident? Damage due to weather?
Lost in thought for a moment he completely blanked anything Molly had to say on the subject, his eyes fixated on the gaping chasm before him. Eventually he snapped out of his thoughts, head shaking from side to side as if to clear the fog in his head.
"Sorry" he said apologetically, once again ruffling the fish atop Molly's head unconsciously. "I was miles away. This is it though right? The cause of this damsel's dire peril?"
He wanted confirmation that this hole was the reason they'd been brought together and their final destination. Talking about it like it was a fairy-tale catastrophe was just for fun.
Hopefully it wouldn't be long now until they could find Kamala. The princess reunited with her family by the brave, if a little scaly, 'dark knight'.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2018 2:44:08 GMT
"Molly! Molly!" Kamala yelled. "Molly, where are you?" Eyes red, Kamala kept running and yelling. "Princess Powerful!" Turning around a corner, she bumped into a woman. Both of them fell to the ground. "Ouch, sorry." The teen immediately jumped on her feet and extended a helpful hand. The mig-aged woman had instinctively grabbed her bag to her chest, and was eyeing the girl with at first. "Watcha doing so early in the morning, girl?" Her tone was not aggressive, but Kamala felt a tingling down her spine. "It ain't safe for the two of us here. You should get going." Kamala was about to open her mouth to give a polite response when the woman went on. "There's a shady guy lurking around. Probably a neo. Hanging around with a little girl." The woman was now back on her feet as well. She was still keeping her bag close to her body. "No reasonable person should be out at this time. I'd go back from where you came if I were you."
Kamala finally broke a word in, trying to engage with the woman. "Where? Which direction?" She didn't know much about shady people. But the little girl could be Molly. And besides the woman, she hadn't met many people on the street this night. This New York was different from her New York. The woman just pointed in one direction before darting off in another. Kamala didn't even have time to ask why she was out this early in the morning. Doesn't matter. I got to find Molly. Following the lead, the young hero ran into another alley.
"Molly?" A minute later and Kamala made another turn. "Molly!" It was dark. There was a large, unfamiliar figure. And yet, Molly was unmistakably Molly. Kamala rushed to her side, slightly enlarged arms wrapping around the little girl in a protective hug. "Are you ok? What happened?" Kamala's eyes darted up on the figure looming above them. "How did you get lost? Who is this?" She hadn't taken in the other person's appearance. Part of her knew to expect something strange. The woman had mentioned neos. Yet one look at the... person's face and Kamala's instinct kicked in. With one bend-move, Kamala put herself in between Molly and the... dinosaur man. Her left hand turned into a mace. A very big mace. "Molly... Is this... Old Lace?" That's what the little girl had called her raptor-friend. This didn't look like a raptor however. It looked a lot bigger than a raptor. "Please tell me it is..."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2018 1:55:38 GMT
He'd vanished from her view, and Molly stopped her tirade about colors because she had no idea where he was and suddenly being alone unnerved her. When his head popped around the corner Molly's face lit up in a relieved smile and she skipped after him to answer his question. There was the hole she'd fallen down. She studied it for a few seconds, wrinkled her nose in dislike, and nodded.
She didn't know why he was so upset about it. It was just a hole. In the ground. That wasn't very well marked and had no logical reason for being there, but that didn't really bother the imaginative eleven year old who was used to dinosaurs and giant frogs and monsters that eat parents. She stared up at him in confusion, big green eyes wide, until he snapped out of whatever it was and ruffled the fins of her hat in apology.
"Yeah," Molly agreed in a small voice. "That's where I fell."
That was, precisely, the moment she heard her name called from the other side of the alleyway they were in. "Kama-" Molly started, but was cut off by the older girl rushing forward to wrap her in a hug. The younger girl reciprocated, arms around Kamala, and buried her face in the older girl's shoulder.
"M'okay," she mumbled, slightly overwhelmed by the sudden barrage of questions, but undeniably happy to see a familiar face again. When Kamala shifted her focus to Waylon, though, Molly's eyes widened. "No, stop!" the little girl protested the mace hand, racing around Kamala to Waylon's side. She didn't want either of her friends to get hurt.
Then the older girl asked the most absurd question, and Molly couldn't help but giggle. The sudden laughter seemed out of place in the tenseness of the situation. "Of course he's not Old Lace. Old Lace is a girl dinosaur. Waylon's a boy," she said, through thick giggles, as though such a thing were obvious.
"Kamala this is Waylon!" she introduced, gesturing up towards her new friend. "He's a dinosaur, and he likes hotdogs, and he doesn't have a favorite color," the last bit of his introduction was said in the most scandalized sort of way. "He's not a hamburglar. He's a nice person! He saved me after I fell down that hole," she pointed at the gaping wound in the asphalt before them. "I'm gunna make his mask look less scary so people don't mistake him for a hamburglar anymore!" she declared, beaming up at the man, before looking to Kamala for affirmation. "Wanna help?"
"Waylon this is Kamala! She's the coolest superhero ever!" her gigantic smile dulled slightly as she studied the older girl she'd clearly worried. "M'sorry I scared you," she apologized. "I just wanted to find a street light to color under, but I fell down the hole and couldn't get back up by myself."
TAG: @croc & @kamala
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2018 2:43:12 GMT
The colour that made you feel happiest?
He opened his mouth, paused, and closed it.
He couldn't tell a child that he'd long forgotten what happiness felt like.
Waylon heard someone calling for Molly long before the child did. It seemed that coming here to the source of their fall was a good idea after all, but something about hearing Molly's name being called made his chest tighten. Why was he sad to know that her guardian was coming? Was it the fact that they would be parted soon? That she wouldn't need him anymore and have no reason to stay?
Or maybe it was because there was someone looking for her. They way no one ever would for him.
He took a step away from Molly as Kamala approached and threw her arms around the child. It was as if he was trying to blend into the shadows and disappear or at least hide himself from the young superhero's gaze. Either way it didn't work, attention turned to him quickly after the embrace and a weapon was brandished in his direction.
He wasn't surprised. At least not by her defensive reaction. The girl's ability to turn her hand into a mace was a little strange though.
He was going to warn the teenager against violence with a long list of reasons it was a poor decision, but his pint-sized companion of the last hour or so leapt to his defence, abandoning her position of 'safety' from behind the defensive stance of her friend. The balaclava on his face hid his natural smile at her giggling and amusing explanation of him. Trust a kid to talk about the least important stuff first.
He was all but prepared to vacate the area and leave the reunited girls to talk, slowly inching his way over to the hole for quick re-entry to the sewers, but stopped when Molly brought him into the conversation. Figuring it would be rude to leave without saying goodbye now that she'd shown a willingness to talk still, he prepared to talk with a short cough in order to come across the least monstrous as he could.
"Better watch yourself, or she'll steal that title from you soon enough" he commented, trying to undercut the unsettling rumble of his voice with a joke about Molly's future prospects.
"I just couldn't leave her alone down there." he explained apologetically, like he felt as though he had done something wrong to have spent this much time with Molly. His head turned to look at the hole a few feet away, then back to Kamala, his whole body language conveying a feeling of awkwardness.
"I'm sure you've been worried" he continued, idly scratching the back of his head. "I'll leave you two to catch up."
Even more awkwardly he nodded his head like he was trying to bow out of the situation, then moved toward the hole as if he was planning to fall down it himself. A large reptilian tail slipping out from beneath his tarp-cape and effortlessly pushing a dumpster a few feet down the alley by accident.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2018 3:03:35 GMT
Molly wriggled her way back to the reptilian figure. She clearly felt comfortable with him. "Sooo... you are Waylon." Kamala's arm returned to a normal shape. It then extended in a friendly hand-shake. "Ms. Marvel, pleased to meet you Mr Waylon." Kamala gave a involuntary wince when Molly gave her real name. It didn't matter anymore, but the young hero still felt squeamish about revealing her real name.
"Hot dogs. I like beef dogs. So we have something in common!" Besides caring for Molly. "But I have a favorite color. It's secret. For now." Kamala kept the words rolling. The large figure was not responding. And Molly was talking. And Kamala wanted to make a good impression. "I'm not a hamblurgar either! And I hope I'm a nice person too! This is great!" The dino-man had saved Molly. Kamala wasn't scared of him. She wanted to thank him. "Yes, I can help. The best way to make a super more relatable is to have a superhero name."
Kamala was about to suggest one when Molly called her the coolest hero. Her face became red as a tomato. "Imnotreallythatcool." Kamala mumbled. That's when she heard the deep voice for the first time. Until the, she hadn't really been sure Waylon could speak. "Princess Powerful is on her way to be the next big thing. That's for sure." He then explained how he helped little Molly. "Thanks. She means a lot to me. Even though we only met a day ago." Kamala grabbed Molly's hand. "We're both far away from home. Thanks for bringing her back to me."
Waylon seemed to be ready to leave. Kamala stretched her arm. It turned all the way around the big man. She wasn't physically stopping him, just drawing his attention. Flashy powers helped with that just as it could attract unwanted attention. "You don't have to go." She paused, trying to think of something to show her gratitude. "We were going to make an early breakfast." Kamala lifted her backpack to show the supplies. "fake bacon and pancakes and tuna sandwiches." All the cheap stuff the two could scrounge together with her pocket money. "Would you like to join?" Kamala gave one of her big winning smiles.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2018 1:14:33 GMT
When Waylon tried to sneak away Molly tried to stop him with an exaggerated whine of, "Nooooooooo," and considered pulling his tail to make him come back if Kamala's gentler arm stretching surprise didn't work. "Staaaaaaaaay," Molly continued, reaching up a hand to gently tug the fake cape he was wearing.
She perked up instantly when Kamala suggested breakfast. "PANCAKES!" she shouted, throwing her arms up and ruffling his tarp with the motion. "Pancakes! Pancakes!" she was doing a weird little energetic dance while she chanted the name of the breakfast item that had her so excited. "Pancakes!" over time it morphed into, "Stay! Stay! Stay!" as she bounced around the alleyway.
Molly danced a bit too close to the hole, making it obvious how she'd managed to fall in the first time, but kept from falling in a second time. With some help. She finally calmed down enough, regarded her new friend with big green eyes, and asked: "You'll stay right? I still gotta fix your hamburglar hat! And we gotta come up with your superhero name!"
TAG: @croc & @kamala
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2018 2:08:54 GMT
Amber eyes flicked nervously around the alleyway, his awkwardness at being stopped and danced around clear even behind the mask he was wearing. His attempt to quietly leave wasn't successful and now he had the pair asking him to stay as if it wasn't the worst idea in the world.
Not only that, but a couple of the things 'Kamala' had said had made him want to ask questions. A part of him knew though that if he got deeper involved in their situation, he'd find it really hard to separate himself when the time came. He opened his mouth as if to say something to the teen superhero, but closed it as he turned down to look at Molly tugging on his makeshift cape.
Those eyes were trouble.
His only hope now was to appeal to the hopefully responsible nature of the teen and get her to convince Molly that he should be allowed to leave without issue. After all, Molly didn't seem to understand why he was trying to make himself scarce in the first place. Why he had been resistant to follow her this far to begin with.
"You do realise" he said quietly, leaning close to Kamala's ear almost conspiratorially. "I ain't welcome up here. You get seen with me, you'll be caught in the crossfire."
He brought himself back up to his full height, looked at Molly, then back to Kamala with a look that said 'Think about her'.
"Nothin' stoppin' you kid." he said to Molly, trying to inject as much jovial attitude into his speech as possible so that Kamala could have a minute to think while he distracted the little ragamuffin.
Reaching up to his head, he pulled off the balaclava and held it out to Molly to take from him, his claws cutting tiny holes in the fabric. Molly had seen his grim countenance in the sewer when they first met, but only briefly. Conversely this would be the first time for Kamala, his jagged teeth lining the outside of his mouth, thick scaly skin and reptilian features hopefully convincing her that it was too dangerous for them to spend time with him.
"Maybe you can get it ready for next time?" he asked, hoping that she'd take the bait. A promise of meeting again seemed like it would be good enough to make her relent once Kamala backed him up, though there was no guarantee that the two of them would ever cross paths again.
In fact. It would probably be better for the two girls if they forgot he even existed.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2018 2:34:39 GMT
"None of us are welcome here." Kamala gave Molly's second dinosaur friend a big smile. "That's why we leave no weirdo behind." Waylon seemed like one of the good guys. And Ms Marvel needed to grow her circle of allies. It was unclear whether Jian was one. She was in an unknown world and had responsibility for a younger super. "Did Molly tell you that we are from a different dimension? Where we are from, people like us are called mutants. Here they call them Neos." Secretly, Kamala hoped that other heroes from her world had landed here. But she knew Waylon was not from her world. Kamala knew every super from her world.
"We don't give the neo-haters one inch." She raised one oversized fist. "So you will come with us and we will have an epic breakfast." Her hand was raised next to Waylon's. She made the fist-bump motion. Like she had always pictured she would do with the Hulk. Because in her fanfictions, Ms Marvel fist-bumped the Hulk all the time.
Molly had so much enthusiasm. It was contagious. Kamala really hoped Waylon would accept. "Come on Waylon, don't leave me hanging." Kamala gave him a big encouraging smile. "Don't leave us hanging."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2018 0:44:01 GMT
While Kamala was busy explaining where they came from, Molly was comically attempting to fit everything within her bag. It took a couple of tries with a zipper, and a few unnecessary facial expressions, but she looked immensely proud of herself once she'd managed it and her bag was safely on her back once more.
"Yeah!" Molly jumped back into the conversation just in time to shout and raise a fist just like Kamala was doing. She didn't quite understand the statement, but she thought it was a lot of fun. She especially liked the idea of an epic breakfast. "WHOO! EPIC BREAKFAST!" she shouted and spun in a few more circles with her arms flung out like a miniature Molly airplane.
When she finally stopped spinning, and the world rolled about in a dizzying fashion, she turned on unsteady feet to beam up at Waylon. "We don't have to eat it here," she pointed out. "We can go somewhere safe," the girl considered, "someplace safe that doesn't smell like poop." Molly had already smelled enough sewer for one day. It didn't help that the stench still lingered in her slowly drying clothes.
TAG: @croc & @kamala
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2018 2:39:55 GMT
Neither of them was listening. Content to barrel toward him with welcoming arms and endless enthusiasm. The offered him comraderie. Friendship. The kind of thing he'd always wanted back in his old world. A subconscious part of him raised a hand as if to meet Kamala's in a fist bump, but at the last moment he let it drop and shook his head.
He needed to do something about this.
Suddenly, his demeanour changed. Gone was his attempts to soften his features and urge Kamala to thin about Molly and plead with her to give up on him. Now his face was rigid, his reptilian features highlighted and elongated pupils narrowing in apparent anger. His whole aura had gone from gentle, to dangerous.
"You seem dumb as sand, so lemme spell this out for you." he growled, standing at his full height and looking down at the teenager, the shadow of his brow causing his amber eyes to glow red.
"It doesn't matter what you think you know about this world. I ain't from here either" he punched his chest with a clawed hand with enough force to break a man's ribs. "But even in my world I was hated. Mutants. Neos. This don't mean crap to me."
He leaned in close, jagged teeth and rotting breath inches from Ms. Marvels face.
"I'm a monster." he stated with as much conviction as he had to Molly before. The little girl had tried to convince him he wasn't, but Waylon knew the truth still.
"I'm the evil villain in a fairy tail. The Dragon that comes to eat the princess." his jaw clenched almost unnoticably.
"You're a couple of cute little girls. I'm the creature of their nightmares." he laughed an empty laugh and pulled away, hoping to hide the glaze of water in his eyes with distance and shadow.
"You can walk freely among the masses. When I show up, the knight appears with his holy sword to slay the monster. And is it's plunged into my heart-" he slammed his chest, this time even rougher than before. "The people cheer."
He sighed. He couldn't keep up the intimidation. He wanted to put forth that he was evil, that they needed to run from him. But his heart just wasn't in it. He couldn't be the monologuing bad guy.
"Nobody stops to ask if the monster wants to live."
His face had fallen. His attempt at being angry had cracked and given way to deep sadness.
"Nowhere is safe. Down there isn't safe. It takes one person. Just one. And that's it." he gestured with one arms to the end of the alley, to the outside world. "You get seen with me one time out there and you can't walk around free no more. It isn't worth it. I'm not worth it."
He rubbed a scaled arm across his eyes and turned around to hide his face from them. His voice was quiet now.
"I appreciate how you think of me" he said as softly as his rumbling voice could muster and began walking toward the hole.
"But for your sake. Please." he stopped long enough to look over his shoulder at the edge of the chasm.
"Just leave me alone."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2018 5:21:01 GMT
Kamala was surprised when Waylon called her dumb. "That's not very..." Her voice faded as the dinosaur man suddenly stood up tall, eyes filled with fire. She flinched at his next movement. His next words hurt the most. "You're... not a monster." It was a whispered response. His breath was really bad. It smelled of rotten meat. At this point, Kamala just remained silent. She listened to Waylon. There was an intensity to him that had not been there before. He was clearly hurt... and more than a little scary. Kamala extended a hand to grab Molly. When Waylon finished speaking he made his way towards the hole in the ground. Kamala responded by lifting Molly onto her rapidly growing shoulders.
Just as he reached the chasm, Waylon would see a giant shadow looming over her. "No!" The voice boomed two feet above the dino-person's head. "We aren't leaving." She leaned down, looming over the girls' new friend. "You *are* worth it." In addition to being the size of a giant, Kamala was trying to beef up and look impressive. This had the unfortunate side-effect of making her more sphere-shaped. "You know, where I come from the fairy tale is about the dragon protecting the princess." Kamala looked up at the other super-girl. "Molly, do you want to tell Waylon about the Thing?" He was also large, scaly and with a huge heart.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2018 22:03:18 GMT
While coming face to face in the dark with Waylon when she'd been frightened and alone had been scary she'd never had a real reason to fear him. He might have looked like a dinosaur but he didn't act like he was going to hurt her. Suddenly, though, he looked more like the scary dinosaurs on television than he did Old Lace and she stopped her bouncing and froze.
Big green eyes stared up at Waylon, but Molly didn't seem to outwardly comprehend what he was saying until he mentioned dying. Slay the monster. That was bad when the monster was a friend. Her throat clogged with emotion and tears pooled in her eyes because she'd already lost too many people she cared about. When Kamala reached to pull her closer, Molly accepted the hand and clung to the older girl's side with a muffled sob.
Kamala was protesting, but Molly kept her face buried in the older girl's side to hide her tears. When the older girl shifted, started growing larger, Molly didn't quite comprehend what was going on. She pliantly let the older girl place her on her shoulders, much like she'd ridden with Waylon, and peeked red rimmed little eyes through Kamala's hair.
Molly had grown up with all sorts of fairy tales. Especially ones with princesses as the heroes, and the Thing was her favorite member of the Fantastic Four, but she shook her head mutely at Kamala's question. "I don' wan Waylon to die like Mommy 'n Daddy," she protested in a half mumble as she fixed her devastated gaze on the dinosaur man she'd easily decided was a new friend.
The reality of her parent's death didn't hit her often. Tears ran down her reddened face and obscured the massive man in front of her before she reached up a hand to rub them away. "Can-" she broke off, voice quiet and tearful, hoping it made him pause from jumping into the hole. "Can we still be friends?" she asked in a small voice.
TAG: @croc & @kamala
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2018 0:57:36 GMT
Her whispered response was easy to hear with his exceptional senses, the statement causing his jaw to clench in irritation. She had no idea what she was talking about. Like Molly she was a naïve child with too much faith in a stranger. But it didn't matter. He'd be gone soon.
Then came the yelling, his body turning around to face the giant looming over him. There was an audible cracking of leather as his muscles tensed and became taut. He stood defensively, his eyes serious as he looked up to her from his new combat-ready stance. He felt threatened by Kamala's yelling, by her attempts to dwarf his size. This reduced the impact of her attempts to reassure him, the primal part of him warning him to prepare for a fight.
"Then you live in a fantasy world!" he growled at her. Seemingly prepared to cut her off, to not listen to what she had to say. He seemed prepared to fight, until-
The impact of breaking his eye contact with the giant, to shift his focus slightly to the right, was heart breaking.
His muscles immediately relaxed from their strained position, however threatened he felt before didn't matter now. His brow steepled in the centre and his eyes looked more human than they ever had, quivering as if on the verge of tears himself. The pulling in his chest at watching Molly begin to cry was impossible to ignore. She looked even smaller now that Kamala had grown so big.
"I- Hey-" he stuttered, one hand reaching out toward the crying girl as he struggled for something to say. Nothing came out of any substance, and the next line made things even worse.
He felt like he was back in that sewer in his world. He felt like he'd been shot again.
Words were failing him, so he chose not to talk with words. He approached quickly, brazenly, and plucked the girl from Kamala's shoulder and brought Molly down so he suspended her off the ground with his right arm and rested his left on the back of her head. The same way a parent would reassure their child.
"Hey come on." he pleaded with a croakiness that was impossible to tell whether it was sadness or his natural growl.
"That aint-" he hugged her a little tighter. "We'll always be friends."
He gently turned her head so he could look her in the eye. Glistening eyes hopefully conveying the depth of his emotion.
"Second one I've ever had" he said and choked, half laughing. "Makes you pretty damn precious."
He pressed Molly back into his shoulder, then turned his eyes to Kamala. When looking at her there was no sadness, his eyes were narrowed, almost angry. It was clear that, at least for now, his compassion did not extend to her.
"Would you quit it with the giant act?" he warned her, toothy jaw clenching. "One damn person. That's all it takes."
The way he bounced Molly slightly. The intensity of his stare. The repetition of his words. It wasn't that he was angry with her. He wanted her to take what he said seriously. To understand that there was danger. For Molly's sake.
Finally, his hidden message hopefully hidden from Molly, he placed the girl on the ground. He then took a knee, looking into Molly's green eyes with his own dull amber ones.
"This ain't goodbye." he tried to say reassuringly, his head turning to look at the hole as he continued. "I just gotta go back where I belong."
When he turned back, he rubbed the palm of his head on the top of her head. It was quickly becoming the easiest way to show her his affection.
"I still need that back" he said, pointing at where she'd deposited his mask into her backpack. The slight smile on his face a weak attempt to remind her of their promise as a reason for them to meet again.
"And don't worry okay?" he added, leaning in closer eye-to-eye. "I'm bulletproof, remember?"
He tried to smile wider. He pressed a clawed thumb into his chest in a vain attempt to seem confident. He wasn't. They very well may never meet again if this world had its way. But he couldn't bring himself to tell her the harsh realities. Right now he just wanted to protect her from the truth.
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2018 1:01:56 GMT
"What?" Ms Marvel raised her voice as the lizard-man reacted angrily. "Just because I have ideals?" Kamala was going to enter the yelling match guns loaded. But then Molly started crying. "No. Noone is dying." Sounding more and more like lead hero propagandist, Kamala said, "That's what supers are here for." But her words seemed to fall on deaf ears. Mr Waydon gave her a glare. Kamala glared back. She didn't interrupt the two of them at first. When the mutant man mentioned belonging in the sewers, Ms Marvel glared again. Her voice whispered, "No, you belong here." Whatever the people may think. But she wasn't going to force Molly's new friend to stay.
"Big Guy." Kamala had a different idea. "Do you know where the old church is?" She was going to make sure the reptile-man would keep his promise. "We'll be there, same time on Sunday." Hopefully nobody would be there this early in the morning. "So will you, pinky promise?" Kamala extended a hand. It waivered for a little while. She was trying to get it to match the other mutant's appearance. Or at least it's general shape and size. Her pinky claw-finger thingie was ready.
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