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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2018 1:45:34 GMT
 
Despite Kamala's reassurance that nobody was dying, Molly didn't seem terribly assured. She couldn't stop the tears running down her face. Every attempt to sniff them back simply made it harder to breathe. She let Waylon pull her down off Kamala's shoulders and cradle her like her Mommy and Daddy used to do when she was little. Molly melted into the comforting embrace with absolute trust, but couldn't help from sobbing harder at the memory of her parents.
His leathery hide was hard but Molly didn't seem to care as she buried her face into it. She tried to stop crying at his kind words, her breath catching in her throat, as she squinted at him through the tears. She liked the idea of being his second friend ever, but the smile she tried to give him seemed warped and she was relieved when she was given the opportunity to hide against his chest again and try to make the tears stop.
Because she wasn't some stupid crybaby.
The more adult conversation going on above her head was lost on Molly as she instead focused on drying her own tears. She shrugged a shoulder to scrub at the side of her face before reaching a hand to help move her sleeve to better mop up the tears. She was caught a little off guard when Waylon put her down, and seemed reluctant for the hug to end, but stood unsteadily on her own feet as he knelt down before her.
While she was glad he wasn't saying goodbye forever, she didn't like the idea of him belonging in such a dark, scary place that smelled like poop. She pursed her lips at him in protest, and obvious worry, but when he leaned forward to remind her that he was bulletproof and would be just fine she reluctantly nodded.
Kamala's suggestion of meeting at the old church had a genuine smile pulling at Molly's face. Red rimmed eyes flicked from the older girl back to her dinosaur friend. "Please," the little girl begged.
TAG: @croc & @kamala 
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2018 7:28:46 GMT
He didn't like Kamala. She was stubborn, idealistic and refused to face reality. Where she had come from she was clearly someone important and had learned that she could always get her way. She was willing to fight him on every front despite how laughably wrong she was. He couldn't help but frown at her whenever she spoke. Could she even be trusted to be responsible for Molly?
"This is why kids shouldn't take care of kids" he muttered inaudibly as he stood up, looking away from the pair of them until Kamala tried to get his attention.
"Nah kid, 'the old church' ain't exactly the best description." he said with a disapproving look and a little condescension. He hadn't been present when they first arrived in the world. "You realise that described like, all the churches in the city."
He looked at Molly's pleading face and red rimmed eyes and immediately softened his features, a heavy sigh escaping his maw.
"You got an actual address?" he said holding his hand out palm-up, expecting to be handed some kind of note or map, something he could actually use to find the place they wanted him to go.
"Actually." he said, lowering his hand a few moments later. "I got a better idea."
He held up a finger to motion that they should wait and used the other hand to dig around in the back pocket of the ragged trousers he was wearing. From inside he pulled out an extremely crumpled piece of paper that was torn in some places from where he'd gripped it too hard with his claws. He handed the page to Kamala and pointed at it so she'd read it.
"This place is on the river." he explained while she unfurled the note. It was an official document belonging to a shipping company, mostly unreadable at this point due to damage but it appeared to be some kind of shipping manifest page. At the top was an address and contact information for a warehouse on the water.
"Middle of the city? Random church? I ain't gunna manage." he said, giving Kamala a look that told her he was a little mad that she hadn't been listening to him about the danger. "But if it's by the water?"
He shrugged. He was both an exceptional swimmer and the body of water did well to hide him. He could much more easily meet with people by somewhere he could hide. Or escape at speed if need be.
"Then sure." He turned his gaze from Kamala to Molly and attempted to smile, his hand gently ruffling her hat around once more.
Tag: @kamala
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2018 3:06:20 GMT
Kamala deflated a bit as Waydon shot down her idea for the second time. "I can..." Before she had time to respond, the lizard-man proposed an alternative. The teen hero paused, not wanting to interrupt Molly's friend. They were clearly not getting along right now, but she didn't care. As long as his plan was a good one.
Ms Marvel accepted the piece of paper Waydon was offering her. It was in terrible shape, and way too small for both her and the other giant's hands. Unfolding it, Kamala quickly scanned over the page. There was a mention of crates and a port. It looked like a large shipment of flour from somewhere. She couldn't read where. But she could read the address. "Water?" Why did that matter? Then it dawned on her. "You're not a dinosaur. You're an alligator!" Kamala looked at Molly to see her reaction. Hopefully she wouldn't be grossed out by the place. But then, judging from the way the two of them smelled, this wasn't any worse than wherever they met today. "Yeah, that works. We'll be there, right Molly?" Kamala planned to keep her promise. She hoped Waydon wouldn't hurt Molly's feelings and uphold his side of the bargain. "Now get out of here, friend." Kamala shrank in size and gave him an awkward smirk. It was her way of saying goodbye even though they had just met... and mostly argued. It seems to be a common theme here. First Jian, now Waydon. Kamala was starting to think this world was even more dangerous than previously. Why else would she bump into so many cynical supers?
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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2018 2:21:53 GMT
She peered at the piece of paper that Waylon handed Kamala, but wasn't able to read it. That was okay, though, because the older girl would be able to find it. Molly had absolute faith. When Kamala suggested that Waylon was a gator, though, she scrunched up her nose in disbelief. "Dinosaurs can swim," she protested, "and Waylon doesn't play the trumpet!" Molly's gaze swung back to the man curiously. "...right?"
Because, logically, alligators played trumpets.
When Kamala asked for confirmation that they would be there Molly gave an enthusiastic, "Yup!" She was starting to sound more like her normal self, and less like a pathetic crybaby. Molly bounced forward to give her friend another hug, obviously not wanting to see him go, before reluctantly pulling back to stand besides Kamala again.
"See you soon!" she chirped with a cheerful little wave and wet cheeks.
TAG: @croc & @kamala
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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2018 8:05:41 GMT
"I AIN'T NO GATOR" the behemoth snapped with all the speed and aggression you'd expect from his reptilian namesake. He lunged forward threateningly with the shout, but stopped just short of Kamala.
He paused for a moment. He blinked. His brow furrowed in confusion.
Pulling back from the pair of girls he raised a single clawed hand to his head and rubbed his temples, covering his eyes with his hands. There was a stinging pain in the space between them, like someone had dropped a hot coal in the centre of his skull.
What the hell was that about?
"I..." he paused, still blinking to try and banish the pain he was feeling. "… Sorry."
His sudden and irrational anger having ruined the sad and touching atmosphere of their goodbye, Waylon suddenly felt like he was overstaying his welcome. That, and his sudden shout had bellowed down the alley, there was no telling who had heard him.
He looked between the hole and the girls, mouth opening and closing as if he had something to say. But he soon thought better of it and waved before turning and leaping down into the hole. He would have plenty of time to curse how he'd left things in the endless dark. His inability to be civil.
His teetering on the edge.
Exit Croc Tag: @kamala
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