supermartinbros
❝My wings have broken off and I keep falling...❞
Lucia frowned as soon as Thalia said she didn't like the cold, she didn't either but what was she suppose to do? Sit here, until the White-Spikes come and began taking over Thalia's world, she sighed, she looked at Thalia seriously, "Good, gracious." she flung her hands in the air, frustrated. Who was the one who said they had to defeat the White-Spikes and made up a plan? she bit back her next words, but as soon as Thalia said she knew a meta-human she felt a slight tingling sensation in the back of her mind, it was a lie but not a complete lie. She didn't say anything except watch Thalia seeming look nervous, she thought for a moment, meta-humans are super humans, she pursued her lips,
"Thalia, this is a hunch. Let me guess you said you know a meta-human, right? Well, then. They must hate the cold too. Do you think I'm an idiot? I know some meta-humans hate the cold, and speaking of which- you do-" she paused, she didn't want to be arrogant, but she had a slight feeling the meta-humans which Thalia talked about was herself, seeing her movements and her reaction, she hated slow people, and it would make sense if she was one of those people who can run or do anything pretty fast.
"Never mind. I won't barge into personal stuff, so if you're going to stay here, I'm going to need you to be the brains of this operation. To tell me if the White-Spikes move, or where they are headed, I know I'm bossy but if you don't want to go to Antarctica, at least one of us has to, so I'll go, I'll load my gun, or if I find one... Sorry, I know people don't like personal spaces broken, so I won't ask anymore, but I still would like your help." she began putting up her hood again, and closing the hood tight around her face, was she embarrassed of saying sorry?
She turned away from Thalia next to the computer, "Your plan sounds correct, and the general- still hasn't replied- yet. If he says, yes. Then I'll go meet Perez, and get my guns, and be headed toward Antarctica," her voice didn't shake a bit, it didn't seem as if she was scared of being mauled by the White-Spikes or having to shoot a gun, Lucia already seemed to have some experience on the battlefield or at least that was how her voice sounded like, she got her watch to view a message trying to wonder if general Perez said yes or not, she cursed. Why was this taking longer than usual?
Dear, Lucia.
In regard of your request, I shall accept with only one condition, you must listen to my orders not your own, you are still young and will make mistakes like me, but as the general of my group, my people trust me better than they trust you, so I hope you understand, my conditions. We will do our best to make portals as soon as we can, and head there we will try to bring some of our guns, and some of my men and women.
By General Richard Isle Perez,
She suppressed a tsk of her tongue down her throat, authority? Perez was demanding he had authority which made Lucia's blood boil, she wasn't any ones dog, nobody. She had her own rights but at the moment General Perez seemed to have the upper hand with his guns, men, and other supplies they would need to fight the White-Spikes off, she turned to Thalia with a tight line for her mouth,
"General Perez said 'Yes,' a few conditions but hopefully your planet won't be dead like mine, now. Do you have some armor here? Or do I need to go buy some?" she asked looking at her clothes, she didn't have a single hint of armor hidden on her clothing, she did have it but she had to leave all of it behind when she left her camp ground because of an ambush, at the moment she only had a baggy hood, some ripped, tattered jeans, sneakers and her precious watch. She looked at Thalia for directions or if they had nothing here, she would just have to go buy some in the armor store or something.
"Thalia, this is a hunch. Let me guess you said you know a meta-human, right? Well, then. They must hate the cold too. Do you think I'm an idiot? I know some meta-humans hate the cold, and speaking of which- you do-" she paused, she didn't want to be arrogant, but she had a slight feeling the meta-humans which Thalia talked about was herself, seeing her movements and her reaction, she hated slow people, and it would make sense if she was one of those people who can run or do anything pretty fast.
"Never mind. I won't barge into personal stuff, so if you're going to stay here, I'm going to need you to be the brains of this operation. To tell me if the White-Spikes move, or where they are headed, I know I'm bossy but if you don't want to go to Antarctica, at least one of us has to, so I'll go, I'll load my gun, or if I find one... Sorry, I know people don't like personal spaces broken, so I won't ask anymore, but I still would like your help." she began putting up her hood again, and closing the hood tight around her face, was she embarrassed of saying sorry?
She turned away from Thalia next to the computer, "Your plan sounds correct, and the general- still hasn't replied- yet. If he says, yes. Then I'll go meet Perez, and get my guns, and be headed toward Antarctica," her voice didn't shake a bit, it didn't seem as if she was scared of being mauled by the White-Spikes or having to shoot a gun, Lucia already seemed to have some experience on the battlefield or at least that was how her voice sounded like, she got her watch to view a message trying to wonder if general Perez said yes or not, she cursed. Why was this taking longer than usual?
Dear, Lucia.
In regard of your request, I shall accept with only one condition, you must listen to my orders not your own, you are still young and will make mistakes like me, but as the general of my group, my people trust me better than they trust you, so I hope you understand, my conditions. We will do our best to make portals as soon as we can, and head there we will try to bring some of our guns, and some of my men and women.
By General Richard Isle Perez,
She suppressed a tsk of her tongue down her throat, authority? Perez was demanding he had authority which made Lucia's blood boil, she wasn't any ones dog, nobody. She had her own rights but at the moment General Perez seemed to have the upper hand with his guns, men, and other supplies they would need to fight the White-Spikes off, she turned to Thalia with a tight line for her mouth,
"General Perez said 'Yes,' a few conditions but hopefully your planet won't be dead like mine, now. Do you have some armor here? Or do I need to go buy some?" she asked looking at her clothes, she didn't have a single hint of armor hidden on her clothing, she did have it but she had to leave all of it behind when she left her camp ground because of an ambush, at the moment she only had a baggy hood, some ripped, tattered jeans, sneakers and her precious watch. She looked at Thalia for directions or if they had nothing here, she would just have to go buy some in the armor store or something.
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