Post by Disgraced on Dec 23, 2022 17:16:02 GMT
The guy seemed willing to talk, at least for a while. Grace stayed where she was, listening. After a moment, a quiet "Oof" escaped her. Something about that whole didn't fit the mold part - yeah, she could absolutely sympathize with that.
Of course, there was also the distinct possibility that the guy was just completely full of crap. Fortunately, there was a way of knowing that - not for Grace, sure, but she knew who to look to. Her attention drifted to Kore, expression naturally unreadable behind the armor, so she made a little gesture with her hand: is this guy shitting us here?
Apparently he wasn't. Good to know. Psi had a few things to add about things, though, and while the whole mouth on the arm thing was gross, Grace was well aware that most people with powers didn't pick them, and even the ones that did...
...Well, she didn't have a whole lot of room to talk, there, that was all. Of course, while Psi seemed like an okay guy, she'd never talked to his... er... mouthpiece before. So, naturally, she gave Kore a repetition of the earlier: okay, but is he shitting us, here?
Nope. All on the up and up, with a nice little dose of "might destroy reality," or at least Psi was convinced that was a distinct possibility. Grace wasn't particularly fond of that idea, being a part of reality. Sure, life wasn't perfect, but it was a hell of a lot better than it could have been, and she wanted to see where it went. So that was a pass on the reality destruction from her, then.
The guy in the suit seemed to be prepping for a fight - he seemed bigger, hairier, and scarier than he'd been a couple moments ago, another fine example of people who don't get to pick things. Kore was prepping, too, pulling one of her weird swords out of nowhere. The phrase "You idiot, we've all got swords!" passed through Grace's mind and she tried to stifle a giggle, not with complete success.
It seemed like it was going to be a standoff, and then suddenly it wasn't, because someone decided he was just going to try to body the guy. "What the hell, Boy Scout?"
The incredulous interjection not the most apropos response, probably, but Grace wasn't really used to these things. Was that normal, just to kick a guy while he was chatting? Maybe that was normal. Grace didn't know superhero stuff - Grace just knew customer service, and customer service was all about de-escalating before some idiot rage-flipped a table because you were out of hazelnut flavoring or something.
Well, too late for hazelnut shots now. She took a step back, raising her own sword - a fencer's pose, of all things, body sideways and blade horizontal at chest level. She'd been watching videos online, and it was the style that... seemed to fit best? Not that she'd actually taken any fencing classes or anything, but Grace felt like that was a bad idea because actual fencing was all about rules and regulations and not poking someone's eye out, and if Grace was going to stab something, she was absolutely going to try to put its eye out.
At least, if it was a giant frog, which didn't really apply here. Grace wasn't really sure how she felt about the whole are you actually ready to kill a guy? thing. Unfortunately, it was exactly the wrong time to be having a morality crisis, so she was just going to have to take it as it came.
"You all sure we can't just get this guy a latte or something?"
He just didn't seem like a bad guy, really.
Of course, there was also the distinct possibility that the guy was just completely full of crap. Fortunately, there was a way of knowing that - not for Grace, sure, but she knew who to look to. Her attention drifted to Kore, expression naturally unreadable behind the armor, so she made a little gesture with her hand: is this guy shitting us here?
Apparently he wasn't. Good to know. Psi had a few things to add about things, though, and while the whole mouth on the arm thing was gross, Grace was well aware that most people with powers didn't pick them, and even the ones that did...
...Well, she didn't have a whole lot of room to talk, there, that was all. Of course, while Psi seemed like an okay guy, she'd never talked to his... er... mouthpiece before. So, naturally, she gave Kore a repetition of the earlier: okay, but is he shitting us, here?
Nope. All on the up and up, with a nice little dose of "might destroy reality," or at least Psi was convinced that was a distinct possibility. Grace wasn't particularly fond of that idea, being a part of reality. Sure, life wasn't perfect, but it was a hell of a lot better than it could have been, and she wanted to see where it went. So that was a pass on the reality destruction from her, then.
The guy in the suit seemed to be prepping for a fight - he seemed bigger, hairier, and scarier than he'd been a couple moments ago, another fine example of people who don't get to pick things. Kore was prepping, too, pulling one of her weird swords out of nowhere. The phrase "You idiot, we've all got swords!" passed through Grace's mind and she tried to stifle a giggle, not with complete success.
It seemed like it was going to be a standoff, and then suddenly it wasn't, because someone decided he was just going to try to body the guy. "What the hell, Boy Scout?"
The incredulous interjection not the most apropos response, probably, but Grace wasn't really used to these things. Was that normal, just to kick a guy while he was chatting? Maybe that was normal. Grace didn't know superhero stuff - Grace just knew customer service, and customer service was all about de-escalating before some idiot rage-flipped a table because you were out of hazelnut flavoring or something.
Well, too late for hazelnut shots now. She took a step back, raising her own sword - a fencer's pose, of all things, body sideways and blade horizontal at chest level. She'd been watching videos online, and it was the style that... seemed to fit best? Not that she'd actually taken any fencing classes or anything, but Grace felt like that was a bad idea because actual fencing was all about rules and regulations and not poking someone's eye out, and if Grace was going to stab something, she was absolutely going to try to put its eye out.
At least, if it was a giant frog, which didn't really apply here. Grace wasn't really sure how she felt about the whole are you actually ready to kill a guy? thing. Unfortunately, it was exactly the wrong time to be having a morality crisis, so she was just going to have to take it as it came.
"You all sure we can't just get this guy a latte or something?"
He just didn't seem like a bad guy, really.