It was weird to see Nico's palace of a summer home all dusty and abandoned, and to be able to walk around with her sneakers on without being scolded by Mr. and Mrs. Minoru. Gert couldn't say for sure, being a teenager and all, but she was pretty sure this feeling was not unlike seeing old pictures of oneself from twenty years ago.
"Smells like old Doritos," someone muttered. Which, yeah, there was that too.
"You have no idea how many pointless cocktail parties I had to endure at this place," Gert mumbled as an aside to Bay while Victor led the way into the living room. "Never thought I'd be here again, given where the owners ended up."
( Isn't recon fun? )
[[heavily adapted from runaways volume ii, issue 17, and once again with the help of
justbeingbay. nfb/nfi/ooc-good, and be warned for violence in the form of a non-graphic explosion under the cut . follows this and this. two more to go!]]
"Smells like old Doritos," someone muttered. Which, yeah, there was that too.
"You have no idea how many pointless cocktail parties I had to endure at this place," Gert mumbled as an aside to Bay while Victor led the way into the living room. "Never thought I'd be here again, given where the owners ended up."
( Isn't recon fun? )
[[heavily adapted from runaways volume ii, issue 17, and once again with the help of
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After about nine hundred delays that had had Gert anxiously tapping her foot for so long that she was starting to develop blisters, the portal finally dropped off Gert, Bay and Old Lace at the top of the stairs at the new and improved hideout under the La Brea tar pits, where a cacophony of arguing voices awaited them.
"You don't know what you're talking about, Victor!" Chase snapped. "The dude who attacked us was in his twenties, tops. And along with being an old dude, Alex Wilder's dad is also dead. Trust me, I saw him get blown up before watching an entire ocean get dropped on his corpse."
That was chilling, but Gert only raised an eyebrow, motioning for Bay to follow her down the stairs toward where her friends had gathered.
"Trust me, I saw a portrait of the guy when he was younger," Victor said impatiently. "And I have a photographic memory. Literally."
"He's right, Chase," said Nico. "I'd recognize Mr. Wilder's baritone anywhere. I don't know how, but he's definitely the one who kidnapped Molly."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Gert said, holding up her hands as she descended the last stair and stepped into view of her friends. "Is this actually a mirror universe, or did I miss something big?"
( More sniping behind the cut! )
[[preplayed with the amazing
justbeingbay. taken and adapted from runaways volume ii, issue 16. nfb/nfi, ooc-okay, and part one of five today!]]
"You don't know what you're talking about, Victor!" Chase snapped. "The dude who attacked us was in his twenties, tops. And along with being an old dude, Alex Wilder's dad is also dead. Trust me, I saw him get blown up before watching an entire ocean get dropped on his corpse."
That was chilling, but Gert only raised an eyebrow, motioning for Bay to follow her down the stairs toward where her friends had gathered.
"Trust me, I saw a portrait of the guy when he was younger," Victor said impatiently. "And I have a photographic memory. Literally."
"He's right, Chase," said Nico. "I'd recognize Mr. Wilder's baritone anywhere. I don't know how, but he's definitely the one who kidnapped Molly."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Gert said, holding up her hands as she descended the last stair and stepped into view of her friends. "Is this actually a mirror universe, or did I miss something big?"
( More sniping behind the cut! )
[[preplayed with the amazing
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[[from runaways volume ii, issue #18. nfb/nfi/ooc actually a little bit necessary tbqh. follows this, this and this. warning for