Neon Valkyrie
She Who Is Called I Am
Angel Marie Jansen
Location: Titans Tower - 14F, Kitchen
Marie was still pondering the moral implications of potentially stealing someone's food when she heard footsteps approaching. Straightening up, she had met Alphus' royal stare by the time he cleared his throat. She was half convinced he was about to lay claim to something in the open fridge when he instead offered her some of the heaping mound of pancakes on the counter adjacent. She looked shocked more than anything, her lips pursed thoughtfully, her brow set high, as though she was attempting to determine his angle. As much as she liked? It was certainly a better offer than a stolen fruit cup. She closed the fridge as Alphus stepped past her, managing to force out a "Thank you ..." before she was drown out by the faucet, and the slurp of a straw. She scolded herself silently ... she'd forgotten to smile, to give her name ... part of her appreciated Alphus' curtness, if only to save her from the embarrassment that usually followed her attempts at small talk.
Turning her attention back to the pancakes, she felt a sudden wave of panic as she saw one, then two, vanish effortlessly into the multi-chromatic man's face between muffled words. Stepping protectively toward the pancakes, she watched another disappear before glancing back over at the other two. Alphus Bartimeur. She made mental note, reviewing the short list of names she had to remember so far. Her stare lingering, she noticed the other one, the shirtless one, glance over at her. A scowl flashed across her face. It was something in his eye. Something appraising. She turned immediately back to the pancakes, back to Shane. Over her shoulder she heard another name for the list, but kept her eyes on the prize. She didn't have a plate, or utensils, but the current priority was wresting the remaining cakes from the hungry giant.
Then Marie heard it. Little Mouse. The increase in volume suggested the nickname wasn't for Alphus. Turning, still standing as close to the plate as possible, she narrowed her eyes at Dante. She had choice words on her tongue. Before she could speak, however, the large Titan behind her leapt to her defence. The ensuing din saved her from saying something she might have regretted. The ding of a microwave finally drew Shane away from her quarry, and she snatched up the plate. The pile had dwindled significantly. Somewhat deflated, she took the plate over to the table, oblivious to the syrup bottle sitting just a few feet away. She and Shane were just sitting when Steve finally added his name. He looked ... uncomfortable. It was comforting, a brief but honest smile pulling at the corner of her mouth before she set about eating. She had just rolled up the first pancake and bitten into it when she noticed the sizable portion of spaghetti sitting in front of Shane. Her flat stare rose slowly to Shane's smiling face. Her second, abrupt bite of rolled pancake seemed to punctuate her irritation. At least those last three proved rather delicious, and she had forgiven the hungry hungry Titan by her last bite.
Sitting back with a contented slackness to her expression, she went over the names one more time. Alphus Bartimeur, Shane, Dante de la Cruz, Steve Carter ...
Turning her attention back to the pancakes, she felt a sudden wave of panic as she saw one, then two, vanish effortlessly into the multi-chromatic man's face between muffled words. Stepping protectively toward the pancakes, she watched another disappear before glancing back over at the other two. Alphus Bartimeur. She made mental note, reviewing the short list of names she had to remember so far. Her stare lingering, she noticed the other one, the shirtless one, glance over at her. A scowl flashed across her face. It was something in his eye. Something appraising. She turned immediately back to the pancakes, back to Shane. Over her shoulder she heard another name for the list, but kept her eyes on the prize. She didn't have a plate, or utensils, but the current priority was wresting the remaining cakes from the hungry giant.
Then Marie heard it. Little Mouse. The increase in volume suggested the nickname wasn't for Alphus. Turning, still standing as close to the plate as possible, she narrowed her eyes at Dante. She had choice words on her tongue. Before she could speak, however, the large Titan behind her leapt to her defence. The ensuing din saved her from saying something she might have regretted. The ding of a microwave finally drew Shane away from her quarry, and she snatched up the plate. The pile had dwindled significantly. Somewhat deflated, she took the plate over to the table, oblivious to the syrup bottle sitting just a few feet away. She and Shane were just sitting when Steve finally added his name. He looked ... uncomfortable. It was comforting, a brief but honest smile pulling at the corner of her mouth before she set about eating. She had just rolled up the first pancake and bitten into it when she noticed the sizable portion of spaghetti sitting in front of Shane. Her flat stare rose slowly to Shane's smiling face. Her second, abrupt bite of rolled pancake seemed to punctuate her irritation. At least those last three proved rather delicious, and she had forgiven the hungry hungry Titan by her last bite.
Sitting back with a contented slackness to her expression, she went over the names one more time. Alphus Bartimeur, Shane, Dante de la Cruz, Steve Carter ...
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