OOC -- fic about original character
((I wrote this snippit for Glitter's Muir Island RP which I'm thinking about joining. It's about a modified version of my Mary Sue original character, Huntress. I'm still not sure if I'm going to use her for the RP, but I ended up being rather proud of the ficlet, so I thought it should be posted somewhere.
“Are people going tae be coming after ye?” Banshee asks, when she shows up at their door, soaking wet and carrying more weapons than twenty years in Interpol have given him names for.
“I dinna lead trouble tae yer door,” she responds, brushing past him.
He lets her go, not wanting to argue the truth of that statement in the foyer, where a student might walk by. He prefers that students don’t know what her day job is.
***
She’s pipetting something in her corner of the lab when he catches her later. She’s washed and changed clothes, but not slept or, looking at her face, even tried to relax. He can see the top edge of a large bruise above the neckline of her shirt in the back, and he has to bite his tongue to keep from asking if she’s made sure her ribs aren’t broken. She knows more doctoring than he does.
“Were ye doing it for Nathan?” he asks.
“I did it so X-Force dinna have to.” She answers what he meant. “It called for a little subtlety.”
“And getting shot at,” he says. She’s turned to face him, and he can see the little round bruises that mean she got hit. When her shields are up nothing can break skin, but they don’t stop concussive force, and she bruises easily.
“X-Force can handle getting shot.” She turns back to her experiment. “It’s the subtlety they have a problem with.”
He can’t deny the truth of either statement, as much as he might dislike the necessity of the former. “Will ye be here long?”
“It was a lab running experiments on mutants. I copied their data. I think Moira might want tae take a look at it, so she can help decide if I need tae go back and blow it up.” Her hands are moving, quickly, efficiently. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen her move anything but efficiently. “And I want tae run another test on Logan’s samples.”
He nods, says, “Don’t kill anyone while yui’re here,” and turns to leave.
“Terry’s fine,” she says, as he’s almost out the door.))
“Are people going tae be coming after ye?” Banshee asks, when she shows up at their door, soaking wet and carrying more weapons than twenty years in Interpol have given him names for.
“I dinna lead trouble tae yer door,” she responds, brushing past him.
He lets her go, not wanting to argue the truth of that statement in the foyer, where a student might walk by. He prefers that students don’t know what her day job is.
***
She’s pipetting something in her corner of the lab when he catches her later. She’s washed and changed clothes, but not slept or, looking at her face, even tried to relax. He can see the top edge of a large bruise above the neckline of her shirt in the back, and he has to bite his tongue to keep from asking if she’s made sure her ribs aren’t broken. She knows more doctoring than he does.
“Were ye doing it for Nathan?” he asks.
“I did it so X-Force dinna have to.” She answers what he meant. “It called for a little subtlety.”
“And getting shot at,” he says. She’s turned to face him, and he can see the little round bruises that mean she got hit. When her shields are up nothing can break skin, but they don’t stop concussive force, and she bruises easily.
“X-Force can handle getting shot.” She turns back to her experiment. “It’s the subtlety they have a problem with.”
He can’t deny the truth of either statement, as much as he might dislike the necessity of the former. “Will ye be here long?”
“It was a lab running experiments on mutants. I copied their data. I think Moira might want tae take a look at it, so she can help decide if I need tae go back and blow it up.” Her hands are moving, quickly, efficiently. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen her move anything but efficiently. “And I want tae run another test on Logan’s samples.”
He nods, says, “Don’t kill anyone while yui’re here,” and turns to leave.
“Terry’s fine,” she says, as he’s almost out the door.))