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I am Groot.

[He would eat pretty much anything, everything is food. Even pigeons are food but they are gross food that no one really wants to eat. The sapling looks cute though, so pretty and small. He makes an awe noise and reaches. No, no eating, that is too pretty.] I am Groot!

It's very nice to meet you.

[ superboy. the possibilities of just who this boy is run through her head, but one thing is for certain. while they don't share some things naturally, a lot of boys like to lead. whether they truly honor a person's desire to be left unkissed or not.. ]

What is it that makes you so super?

[ she lets uncertainty enter her voice: doubtful and unconvinced. he knows her, apparently. is comfortable being thrown from buildings-- apparently. and he claims to be oh so respectful. how far might such respect go? is he humble or does he simply know how to appear so? ]

[ the honest and good-natured challenge of this woman produces the grin diana might use upon meeting with an old friend. she shifts with the seating of her breakfast partner-- not away but around, as sand and water shift to welcome the tides. diana's muscle memory stretches back through millenia, and it seems to wake up in the presence of a warrior of the same ilk. ]

I would choose all of the above, Jill. [ sing-song, her voice loses none of its merriment at the taunt. in fact, her grin echoes her own verbal parry: ] I would also prefer to be the judge of my own luck.

[ and it seems that luck is serving her very well. if jill's cards are truly on the table, diana may find herself a new friend. and if this woman is keeping something to herself still, hidden behind bravado and acerbic wit, well. diana does love a challenge. ]

You seem very comfortable for someone so new.

Sure I am. On my dad's side, anyway. [She lets her disguise fade in a burst of magic that smells like copper and cut grass, revealing pointed ears and inhumanly high cheekbones.] And on my mother's side? Dochas Sidhe.

Oh my god, you're Wonder Woman. You can't judge my superhero name!

[He crosses his arms, slumping a little.]

Anyway, it's a family name. I'm a clone of Superman.

[ touchy. diana grins, and she can't help herself. he's on a roll, who is she to stop him? ]

That doesn't exactly answer my question, Kon-El.

[He's simultaneously a teenager and a toddler it's a terrible mix. Touchy doesn't even begin to describe it.]

You mean superpowers? Oh, strength, flight, speed, all the eye powers... pretty much what Superman's got. [A beat. He brightens.] And one thing he doesn't got. Have you heard of tactile telekinesis?

[ a moment of silence. gamora weighs her options -- obviously, she wants to get out of here. obviously many people do, and she knows rocket can't be the only one looking for an exit.

but she offers her next statement more in solidarity than in practicality: ] Now I'm looking with you. We might have a better chance of it together.

[ she's grown fond of her team. she has more faith in them working together than working alone. she suspects he does, too -- he may simply be less inclined to voice so. ]

Yes. [ stoic, but for a glimmer of agreement. ] It does suck. It sucks a great deal.

[ the woman before her talks a bit like peter talks. that should be more of a comfort than it is, but gamora tries to ignore that oddness by engaging in the same terran slang. she fills her lungs with breath before asking: ]

What would be a more productive target?

[ she suffers his scrutiny with a roll of her eyes and a growl beneath her breath. so perhaps she doesn't much suffer it at all, registering his displeasure with relish. even so, gamora doesn't stop him -- it's easier, by times, to let peter play his foolishness out. when you attempt to waylay him, it risks him redoubling his antics. ]

Or maybe you should be careful, instead. [ she counters, giving his chest a light nudge with the flat of her palm whenever she's deemed his examination had come too close; too near; too personal. ] I don't envy your chances if you find yourself at Groot's height and he's feeling combative.

[ -- yes, yes she is proposing tiny fight club. yes, yes she is implying you would lose. ]

I can't say that I have, no. But I also wasn't aware that there might be so many, ehm-- "eye powers"?

[ ...great hera. ]

Well, that is the problem. There isn't one. [She shrugs a shoulder.] The Queen of Hearts, maybe, but you can't get to her most of the time since she's on the other side of the Mirrors, and I'm not really sure she's actually in charge anyway. This just isn't a place you can fight your way out of.

[She's beginning to get the hang of this, she thinks. She has no idea what he's saying, but the emotions are pretty clear. As a writer, it's a challenge, since she's used to having access to the entire breadth of the English language to make her points. Groot has three words. But he's pretty expressive anyway.]

I'm sure he'll be very happy to see you. He talks about you a lot.

[ he pretends the nudge hurts. bringing his hand to his chest, he rubs at the spot where she's touched him and mouths ow with a slight pull to his brows. gamora is an assassin, a fierce green-skinned warrior who takes no shit and delivers it to those who are annoyances in the galaxy, and yet her touch is so, so soft. ]

[ pretending to be injured goes right out the door when he gets what she's implying. oh stars no, sister! he could totally take on baby groot in fight club. he's the brad pitt here! or maybe the edward norton. he's the lead here! ]

I could take on Groot! Just because he's a tree and grows to be super, super tall and super strong and super indestructible doesn't mean that I don't stand a chance! I'm Star-Lord. He's a I am Groot. What kind of fighter name is that?

[ a snort of laughter when he suggests it's somehow about the name of whoever steps into the ring. as though names matter more than training; technique; discipline. though one could argue peter's lack of all three lends a certain advantage to the way in which he barrels through life. although it's unfair of gamora to consider him untrained simply because hers was of a markedly different sort.

she shakes her head. ]

I'd put my units on Groot. Every time, Peter.

[ so faithless, she. ]

[ fucking hell. ]

[ fortunately for groot, he calls peter a scaredy cat when peter specifically said he wasn't, and that diverts his attention from correcting groot's misinterpretation of what he's said. if he had the patience (ha) of rocket, perhaps he'd work on this until the cows literally come home and go i am moo. but he doesn't. instead, when groot eventually goes left and they go right, and he doesn't follow, it'll all come back to this moment — because they'll have to go save groot, and peter will blame groot instead of himself for the fact that this little tree is such a male with selective hearing. ]

I'm not always scared! You're the scared one. You hid behind me that one time when we were — [ he stops, face tilting upward as he tries to recall the moment. no, groot was pretty brave back when he was tall, and he exuded some braveness when he was tiny, too. that bug was fucking scary, man. ] Okay, maybe not that moment, but the other moment! In prison! And when we were flying the ship! I told you to put your seatbelt on but nooo, I am Groot thinks he knows better than the driver and Star-Lord! Who, by the way, was the same person!

I know, but you'd be amazed how much people are glued t' these things around here. You might miss something.

[now that he's been properly asked, he turns it on and hands it back, using a claw to sort of scroll through the feed. i have no idea how the comms work here. I assume it's like a tumblr feed.] Welcome to the all meaningless chatter station. If you see one you like, you can respond to it like that.

[and he taps on one at random, because someone definitely deserves Groot weighing in on whatever the hell they're talking about today.]

[ his hand goes to his chest, a loud slap as he feels his heart completely disintegrate in his chest. his mouth drops open and peter purposefully ensures he's wearing a look of utter devastation on his face right now. ]

[ he knows it won't work with gamora. she's too strong, too resilient, to falter underneath the belief that she has broken him. but he hopes to play on the unspoken thing between them, and the fact he totally knows, deep down, she'd nurse him back to health if groot did kick his ass. the idea of seeing if she would makes this tempting enough to actually follow through with. ]

[ then he sings, ] Shot through the heart and you're to blame!

[ he rubs his hand against his chest, purposefully wincing. ] Ow, everything inside of me hurts at your lack of belief in me! I could kick ass. I could kick Groot's ass as a tiny Peter! [ mocking groot, his voice goes high, attempting to sound nasally like the little tree he adores: ] I am Peter!

( There's a small frown at her phrasing, this woman hitting her mark on guesses about her. She doesn't like it )

It sounds like you know plenty already.

( A bow isn't her weapon choice as much now, not when it's harder to conceal, so she has technically put them away... )

So why don't you tell me?

[ Jill is careful not to scrutinize too much, although she makes no effort to hide that she sized the other woman up, however briefly. It's a reflexive thing for her and likely not uncommon to the people here, whether new themselves or meeting someone new. It's hard not to be on your toes when you're swept away to some alternate universe. The rest of the way she moves is fluid and with ease, lacking the nervousness some others may hold when meeting others. ]

Ha, well, you're in good company if not one that might have a touch of morning crankiness. You'll have to excuse my tone if it's still got a little sleep in it. [ She knows very well she can be too direct or harsh at times and it can unnerve people, but it's not a bad skill to have. She wipes a hand over her cheek up toward her forehead, pressing hard like she rolled out of bed into the shop. ] If you're looking for information, I'm afraid I've not much to share but if you describe someone you might be looking for I can keep an eye out.

[ She only suspects that's the case because she was going to hit up people for the same reasons. The only thing is, despite looking for a few people in particular, in this sort of... situation, it could be someone you don't think of that might show up. In time, hopefully they'd find her if that was the case.

Though not sloppy, she tries to be more casual after the way her tone might have had a sharp bite to it, only one elbow on the table as she leans into a curved hand, knuckles to her chin. There's something about this woman that probably draws others to her, not just those she approaches. It's not unpleasant. ]

Don't let my demeanor fool you, I'm just good with maps and coffee-motivated. [ No waiters here, probably, but she could hold off a little longer. Caffeine hit her like a truck head-on and there weren't a stack of papers for her to look over, just exploration to be had. ] Nice to have a day off, even if it's not by choice. Normally I'd say something like "stick with me if you're worried," but I get the feeling you can more than take care of yourself. Though if you're looking for someone to stick with for a while, my plans for the day are pretty informal. A lot to explore, it seems.

[ Though that reminds her that she'd like to see about picking up a survival knife. Strictly for personal protection and peace of mind, of course. ]

[ so dramatic. gamora's sigh is audible as he performs his one man show. once, he might have been able to fool her with his clownish overreactions and his boisterous play; not so any longer. she's gained a sense for these things -- one she arguably should have gained much earlier.

(he's right, of course. she would nurse him back to health. the more relevant question is whether he'd survive her callous care-taking. her bedside manner likely leaves something to be desired.)

for now, however, she settles on a slight smile. he's entertaining. to the say the least. ]

You sound ridiculous. [ is that a prelude to laughter, sneaking in? ] You should hope he never hears you mocking him.

[ groot, in his current iteration, seems like the cartoonishly vengeful sort. ]

i. kitchen

[There wasn't ever even the remotest chance that Ling wouldn't be found here sooner than later. Even if he weren't genuinely hungry,
he has a standard of behavior to maintain; in the unlikely event that someone from home is here, he has be exactly as Ling as he ever is.]

[It's kind of a stroke of luck, how easily he finds it, but then again he can be a lucky guy sometimes. Or maybe food just calls to him. Either way,
a broad grin spreads across his face as he gets a good look at the unguarded splendor of a good kitchen. Nice. Nice nice nice.]

[He grabs himself some cold chicken and a bun, stuffs them both in his face, and chews furiously as he continues to rummage through the fridges and pantries. After some time, and a lot more eating, he comes to the important conclusion that he should get a box or a basket or something and shove as much food as he can find into it to take to his room. Not that he minds eating in the kitchen, but he doesn't want to have to walk the whole way down here every time.]

[His surprise when he returns with an empty sack slung over his shoulder is both extremely obvious and pretty hilarious. He stands at the doorway and stares blankly into the kitchen, whose interior has entirely changed in the time it took to go upstairs and come back.]

. . . Huh. Okay then.

ii. orchard

[The outdoors of this place is at the same time very interesting and freaking Ling out in a serious way. Not that it shows, not that he's going to let it get in the way of his exploring--but really. It's like someone's done a really bad job trying to make things make sense and then gave up halfway through.]

[It's the vendors that finally get him to the point that he shows his discomfort a little bit--a very little bit. He's still grinning, hands on his hips more like a scolding older brother who's rapidly losing patience with some nonsense than someone actually disconcerted.]

What kind of salesman doesn't speak? Not even a hello. [He waves a hand with what he hopes to pass off as irritation.] You can't get much repeat business.

iii. groundhog day

[At least he's adaptable. That's what he keeps thinking: at least I'm adaptable, and it's better me than someone else. After these last few days his positive attitude has been tested a little too much, though. I mean honestly. First the running out of oxygen, and now these--blips.]

[At some point, in the middle of what appears to be nothing very much--could be walking through the grounds, could be dozing in the music room, could be training, even--he lets out a gusty sigh apropos of nothing and stares up at the ceiling.]

I've already done this afternoon. I refuse to do it again. I'm conscientiously objecting.

[You can't object to Wonderland, Ling. Well, you can, but it won't listen.]

Okay!

[He looks intently at the two sets of fingerprints before he points out a pair.]

See, both of these have loops. But... they're in different places, so they're not the same fingerprint.

It's useful in Taisho 20.

[Raidou didn't think Naoki was from there or else the Herald would've told him already about this... demon or part demon he was talking to right now.]

[Rise was so tempted to hang onto Souji's hand, but decided against it. She nodded.]

I'll try not to, Senpai, but no guarantees. I'll find a way to get us all out! I don't have Kanzeon for nothing!

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