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Thera Pardalis
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[Superhero Themed Meme (that I seem to have deleted) from @iobartach.]
[ FIFTEEN ] for sender to carry a fatigued receiver away after a battle.
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Any battle you could walk away from ... truth was, a fight itself was actually easier. Adrenaline was a wonder drug, and in the middle of the fray both thought and instinct were far too busy to worry about getting tired. It was only afterward, when the threat was gone, the immediate damage counted and the first steps of clean-up underway, that the distractions deserted her as quickly as the last of her energy threatened to.
Thera trudges toward the nearest alleyway, dingy and dumpster-lined but also her best bet for making a rapid exit unobserved; or at least find somewhere she can rest for a minute or two without cops, reporters or anyone else crowding around.
She thinks, or rather hasn't really, she's just assumed that's what Miguel is doing too as he falls in beside her, opting for something more discreet than firing off some more neon webs and swinging away. At least until his arm loops around her middle, and she's reminded of how strong he is as her feet leave the ground with very little effort and she's tucked in against his chest.
Where she thinks about protesting, pride making itself known, but there's no real complaint in her voice as her head rests on his collarbone. "Do I really look that bad?"
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"Ah, well in that case," Thera cocked a brow, "I'll take that as a compliment in turn. We're helping you do your best work!" That was really a dirty lie - she hadn't been in the operating theater to watch Bones doing his actual best work, but she'd seen the results after, and the crew members who were still walking around alive thanks to him.
But right now she didn't have to look at her communicator history to know there were at least five messages over the last day and a half telling her to remember her physical, god-dammit, and she'd even arrived on time just to shut him up.
"Usual routine?" She was already toeing off her boots in preparation, "Weigh myself, then get my ass on the medbed?"
@therapardalis asked "You know you're a nag? A very cute one, but a nag." [Bones]
"i'll take that as the compliment it was meant to be and tell you that you and Jim are the reason that i nag so damn much. i think the both of you are giving me gray hair and wrinkles to go with it." Leonard chuckles as he looks over at her then sends her a teasing wink " i'm not all that bad when it really comes down to it and i only do it because i care. i think everybody on the ship knows that."
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If he were to mention aloud the reason behind his frown - it was only because she was looking at his face that she noticed it, and it was gone, or at least eased, a moment later - but if he were, she might have been tempted to scoff, or at least submit to a fond, quiet sigh. The bare fact of it was, they were running away. Not in the sense of 'fleeing in fear', but they were definitely retreating from the situation. Not that the phrase she'd used was meant in that way regardless.
But to Javert, words sometimes had more literal meanings, and different ones within his frame of reference. This would not have been the first time her interpretation and his had slightly (or drastically) diverged.
"This way, yes ..." The garden was the safer of the two options, if only because they were less likely to accidentally trespass upon private areas of their hosts' home.
They were observed as they left, but only by the middle-aged butler and only briefly in the course of his duty, in case the two guests required assistance. Beyond that, they were left to their own devices and, considering there was still the last of dessert and then coffee to be had at table, probably not even missed.
Their shared habit of taking note of their surroundings served them well, with no hesitation in strolling the hall and out through the side doors into the (thankfully waning) moon's light. "Aah ..." Thera inhaled, let the crisp air turn to a faint puff of condensation as she let it out again, "This is more like it!"
Not used to extravagance, the unfamiliar luxury of it all left Javert feeling skeptical. Like waiting for the other shoe to drop, for someone to come along and clasp him by the shoulder while informing him he didn't belong here. Whichever way you looked at it, that was true. But no one ever did; the entire dinner passed by without incident, he was full by the time any glance came his way and even that was a friendly one from Thera.
Well, no cause to get complacent. The sooner he was away, the sooner he wouldn't have to tiptoe around the truth. He was just relieved that their table mates had been more interested in talking about themselves. At first opportunity (and maybe a bit before, since he hadn't quite finished dessert) Javert stood and... strongly hinted that Thera join him. She didn't seem to object although he wondered if she regretted leaving the last of dessert on her plate.
He frowned at the implication even as a jest that they were running away. Cowardly thing to do when it wasn't necessary for survival, perhaps even when it was. But he could tell it wasn't meant to be serious and so he relented under her hand's soft touch. The beast tamed. "I could stand some fresh air," he answered while trying not to sound too disgruntled. "I say garden." And it was a safe time of the month obviously, or they wouldn't have dared come. "This way, I think?" Not that he had deliberately noted it on their way in.
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Thera wonders to herself if he's ever heard the phrase 'kid in a candy store', because that's what she's looking at right now. Massively up-sized, of course. She's not sure if she should mention the concept of having plenty of time to take other trips if he likes - they do, but it also suggests he's going to stay stuck in her time for the foreseeable future, and that might not sound so much fun.
The mall itself cheats a little; there's stores along the street outside, but the main doors sit further in. It's all pretty much glass and reflection, with surprisingly little fanfare considering the city it's in.
Miguel, likewise, doesn't make a song and dance about the way he scrunches his eyes closed under the lights; but he should know better about Thera by now. "Are your glasses doing the trick, honey?" She inquires gently, arm slipped through his, "Or should we make Sunglass Hut our first stop?" Personally she's aiming for the clothing stores, both his and hers, but those can happen later if need be, "It's on this floor."
"Right." Continuing to smile broadly, head nods to affirm he's heard, staring beyond their reflections to the sights that stream past them. Everywhere he looked there was something new to take notice of, a sprawl of landmarks and points of interest whizzing past that were numerous enough to make him feel like a tourist, which wasn't too far removed from the truth.
As the bus slowly moved on, and they approached their stop, he's already half-leaning up out of his seat when Thera's coaxing occurs, neck straining to catch a glimpse of the shopping centre as it came into view on the opposite side. Too distracted to notice the stares he's earned, in no time they're stepping onto pavement and moving past the entrance, into the mall itself.
Thinking of her offer, Miguel manages to reach a directory kiosk before needing to squint, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as he shuts his eyes for a moment or two, masking a transitory discomfort felt. "Doesn't seem too bad so far." Questions roved around his head as to the quantity of shoppers streaming around them, arms ladened with purchases. "Should we get started, before the place gets busier?"
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"Me, sir?" Well, clearly her, since she was the only one in the room, "I mean, I can try, but I spend most of my time in the Archives." Which also included picking up and dropping off research materials to the various offices (which was how she'd caught a glimpse of Palmer's desk!), but, "I'm more of an 'outside looking in'."
"No, I'm perfectly content to introduce them to the trash," Rufus shrugged, smiling pleasantly. "Though, on the topic of Palmer, I certainly wouldn't mind picking your brain about some of the movers and shakers around here. My relocation to Junon kept me quite out of the loop for a while."
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Thera hovered, just long enough to be sure he could reach the bag without tipping himself out of bed, but then withdrew, watching as Anthony briefly searched in it and came up with a book. A diary, her thoughts provided a second later - and even though he sighed and then passed it over to her, expression resigned, the sudden brightness he'd shown a second earlier explained.
Somewhere in this book was the answer to her question, and she tucked the vortex manipulator into her own pocket before gently taking it from him. Maybe, and her eyebrow twitched, there were instructions for the device in there as well - but, one thing at a time.
First, find River. She opened the journal and turned the first couple of pages, hoping for a table of contents, or failing that an idea of how it was set out - although she did pause and look up when he spoke. Not only for the apology in his tone, but because ... well, she thought those first words had been the right ones in the right places, which might indicate he was getting better. But she didn't say so, not yet, just in case she was wrong.
Instead she settled on a half-joking, "That's right, I don't." Before looking back to the book again ... hoping like heck she found something, and that the hospital had a phone ...
Antony decided best to not say anything at all. She couldn’t understand him anyway so what was the point? Besides the ‘television’ was decades away from invention here, and who knew what else in his usual vocabulary would come pouring out. Mentioning River, however, he picked up his bag and took a journal from it.
He almost opened it. But then handed it to her. The look on his face was obvious, he didn’t expect himself to be able to read it. Not with this thing going on thanks to the head injury.
Anthony watched her for a moment before speaking, “I’m sorry. You don’t Harlem bookstores.” He touched her arm.
#CupcakesMuses#;Anthony Williams#Historical AU#DW AU Anthony#//I forget what year they're in - somewhere early 1900s?
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//It's 'say dumb things in front of President Shinra' day, apparently XD!
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"Not something I've ever really contemplated, sir." Way to go about opening her mouth when she shouldn't have; to the President, no less! Thera coughed, stood back a little from the desk, "Would you like me to bring a storage box for the - uh - mementos?"
"...Hm? Oh, yes," Rufus said slowly. "I find it a bit hard to believe that Palmer is even capable of indulging in such..." A moment of awkward silence as Rufus quickly straightened the reports he was given.
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"Of course I can do 'peaceful' - !" She pretended to sound outraged, but was laughing instead, "Just because you always see me being fighty!" Not entirely true, but neither of them were being serious. Her smile stayed for a moment, sparkling as they joked together, but then hesitated and eased away.
"You know how I feel about you babying me. Though," A small but serious glance, "I know why you do." They both had a bad case of 'protecting others' going on. Thera walked around to console to join him, arms still folded in thought. "An earpiece sounds good - won't be my first time wearing a wire. Maybe some code words between us that mean 'all clear' or 'get in here now'. Or," The smile tugged again, "'I'm about to go bad-cop on someone', because you never can tell!"
He chuckled and couldn't help but smile as she acted just like old times. She always knew how to make the best out of the worst or strangest situations. "Can you do peaceful? you don't exactly come off as the shake hands type of person!" he said with a wry smirk "You feel like the kind to be trying to break their hand with the hand shake while playing bad cop" he suggested even though he was clearly joking.
He watched her mimic him and found it cute as his cheeks flushed a little "Alright alright...I get the feeling if I don't let you actively take part you will never let me hear the end of it" he said with a mock sigh. "I can you give you a small communication device that latches onto your ear...it will not be seen by others but we can communicate that way...I know you aren't fond of telepathy" he added with a gentle look. No one liked their minds being invaded by anyone at least not without permission.
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"You should see Director Palmer's - uh, I mean ... excuse me, Mr President, you wanted these reports?"
"...Would've been nice if my father refrained from putting his Honey Bee Inn memorabilia in his desk..."
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Send me a place/country/city and I’ll find somewhere my muse would live (or stay on vacation).
[For not-on-Earth AU verses as well, those might take bit longer.]
#Prompts#I'd usually say 'reblog from the source' but I am the source#so ... Will Smiths at it#Yeah this again but I have fun with it!
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Send a holiday destination and a number/s and I’ll find our muses;
1. How they get there.
2. Somewhere to stay.
3. Something to see or do.
4. How much trouble they get into.
(Any verse or AU, real-world or not.)
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Send me a muse that you would want to see mine interact with.
whether if it's yours, another's, or just a character in general. It can open up some opportunity
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Let me know if you'd like this to start a thread or just be a headcanon ;)
Send 🗺️ and a holiday destination for my muse.
Add +1 if yours goes with her.
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[Random Question Meme from @iobartach.]
❛ Are you comfortable? ❜
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"I don't know ... maybe you should try me and find out?"
#Iobartach#Spiderverse AU#v; Follow You Home#//I don't often do one liners anymore but this is all I can get out of her XD!
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[Random Question Meme from @badtrigger for Mays.]
❛ Can’t sleep? ❜
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"Not yet." Thera sounds more resigned to that fact than aggrieved. There could also be a hint of surprise tucked in a corner of her tone, though it's more in her expression - she doesn't mind Mays' company, she just didn't expect to see ... well, anyone, really. At this hour. Which is ...
"Fuck ..." Murmured, having thrown an absent glance at her watch and found it even later than she'd thought, "time's gotten away ..."
A long stretch, trying to coax a bit more energy out of her muscles, and a sigh, "We had a meeting in the labs that took longer than intended ... and now I'm writing up a report. Which ... " Abruptly she closes down her hand computer, "can wait til morning. The words are all blurring together anyway." She looks up with a wry half-smirk spoiled a bit by a yawn, "What's your excuse?"
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