Under water and out of breath/Riding the crest of the wave

[maris_ocean]

Characters: Maris, and Zebediah
Rating: PG
Time Period: Modern
Location: the hallways
Relative Date: Shortly after this thread
Status: Open, PM to join

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[purple_manners]

Zebediah had not been especially impressed by this place so far. It certainly wasn't Brazil, sunny or otherwise, no matter what the information which came with that ticket had said. Indeed, he wasn't sure where it was, save that it was lonely and dark

[maris_ocean]

"What pain?" Maris could feel something tugging at her brain, and frowned at the man who'd come up beside her. "There are enough endorphins in my system to keep the pain at a minimum anyway." And the nanites would keep things that way, and keep any infections at bay from where the suckers had broken skin. At least the tentacles hadn't had hooks on them.

"Who are you?" And how did he manage to banish the twinges of pain the endorphins didn't mask simply by telling her not to feel pain? Among other questions that came to mind.

[purple_manners]

Zebediah was faintly annoyed. It wasn't like he wasn't a fairly physically distinctive person, and he had seen his face plastered all over the news since he'd broken out of prison and the Avengers had been all over the place warning people about him. What was the point in being infamous if people didn't recognize you?

"I'm guessing you don't watch a lot of TV, huh?" He asked, making a sour face. "Don't keep up with the exploits of the costume crowd? Captain America, Iron Man, all of those assholes that just can't keep out from in front of the cameras?"

[maris_ocean]

Maris laughed, rolling her eyes. "I've better things to do than follow celebrities and gossip. And while I know who Iron Man is, I don't know who your 'Captain America' is, or anyone else who thinks they need a costume to save the world." She gave him a sharp look, taking a step away from him. "And I don't like idiots who require a question to be repeated. Who. Are. You?"