Yeah, I just thought I'd start with all of them first.
[ Said deadpan, like Carol cannot possibly imagine how Daisy could watch Carol put her fist through the kree guards here, and then assume she was the target. Speaking of the Kree guards, one rises up and tries to get to his feet, and Carol raises her hand without looking to nail him with a photon blast to put him through the window.
She tosses hair out of her face then and advances on Daisy, scrutinizing. ]
I'm not. [ that's true. technically speaking, anyway. ] Well, not like this. It's complicated.
[ but if glowstick barbie's not here to kill her, daisy's not particularly fussed about giving a whole ted talk on her inhuman dna just yet. ]
I'm looking for a friend. Or I was, before blue balls over here decided to rope me into their knockoff Hunger Games. Which, you know, I've done before? Not a fan.
Roping kids to fight to the death for kicks, not the best teen lit out there but somehow got a movie deal. [ she shrugs, waving a hand as a foot angles forward to nudge one of the unconscious kree. blue goop pools out from what looks like a broken nose, and daisy grimaces. ] Gross.
[ without the glow, it's a lot easier to look at her — and to notice that, without it, she looks surprisingly human. ]
I'm Daisy, by the way. [ free hands brush off the dirt and debris on her shoulders, which clears up a patch on the right side: the shield insignia, embossed in pale grey on black. classy. ] You ever been to Earth?
[ because if she hasn't, then telling her she's with shield is kind of a moot point. ]
[ Carol tries not to share too much of herself with anyone who asks. It's private, and having been taken advantage of previously makes her gunshy. So she studies Daisy for a moment before she nods. ]
Once or twice.
[ Then she's back at work, searching the Kree corpses for some kind of security badges. After a time, she reluctantly adds, ]
[ carol isn't exactly a super popular name for anyone in daisy's age bracket or below, but considering they're on a foreign planet and carol's claiming not to be from earth (in that she's only been "once or twice"), maybe that's not so weird. she tries not to let it feel weird, anyway. ]
Alright. [ from a pocket of one of the kree, daisy fishes out a small black device. a space-age walkie talkie she'd been using to communicate with jemma pre-kree kidnapping 2.0, one that had been confiscated from her upon her capture, one that now seems to be completely destroyed... which is really, honestly, just a total bummer. ] Well, unless you happen to have spotted a space Radio Shack nearby, I'm gonna need to find my friend.
[ a beat. ]
You wanna come with? Or are you good here playing pickpocket?
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Date: 2019-04-07 10:31 pm (UTC)[ Said deadpan, like Carol cannot possibly imagine how Daisy could watch Carol put her fist through the kree guards here, and then assume she was the target. Speaking of the Kree guards, one rises up and tries to get to his feet, and Carol raises her hand without looking to nail him with a photon blast to put him through the window.
She tosses hair out of her face then and advances on Daisy, scrutinizing. ]
You're not Kree. What are you doing here?
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Date: 2019-04-12 01:39 am (UTC)[ but if glowstick barbie's not here to kill her, daisy's not particularly fussed about giving a whole ted talk on her inhuman dna just yet. ]
I'm looking for a friend. Or I was, before blue balls over here decided to rope me into their knockoff Hunger Games. Which, you know, I've done before? Not a fan.
[ a beat. ]
You?
no subject
Date: 2019-04-13 05:18 am (UTC)[ The latent golden glow dims around her as the fight starts to die off. ]
What are Hunger Games? [ She shakes her head, not much behind it, just uncertain and trying to follow. ]
no subject
Date: 2019-04-15 01:07 am (UTC)[ without the glow, it's a lot easier to look at her — and to notice that, without it, she looks surprisingly human. ]
I'm Daisy, by the way. [ free hands brush off the dirt and debris on her shoulders, which clears up a patch on the right side: the shield insignia, embossed in pale grey on black. classy. ] You ever been to Earth?
[ because if she hasn't, then telling her she's with shield is kind of a moot point. ]
no subject
Date: 2019-04-22 12:38 am (UTC)Once or twice.
[ Then she's back at work, searching the Kree corpses for some kind of security badges. After a time, she reluctantly adds, ]
Carol.
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Date: 2019-04-22 05:44 am (UTC)Alright. [ from a pocket of one of the kree, daisy fishes out a small black device. a space-age walkie talkie she'd been using to communicate with jemma pre-kree kidnapping 2.0, one that had been confiscated from her upon her capture, one that now seems to be completely destroyed... which is really, honestly, just a total bummer. ] Well, unless you happen to have spotted a space Radio Shack nearby, I'm gonna need to find my friend.
[ a beat. ]
You wanna come with? Or are you good here playing pickpocket?