by gotta.blast » Sun Mar 22, 2015 1:47 pm
((Accepted!!
It's funny because my friend told me a while back that the movie Ponyo gave her nightmares and I'm just sitting here laughing in the dark because it was just hilarious when I asked if she wanted to watch it again xD))
Kron had absolutely no idea what Bassett was talking about, so instead just nodded along to his description. "Mhhmm, yup, very interesting." The dinosaur chimed, hoping his sarcasm of being confused was hidden. His tail swung back and forth, something it only did when he was nervous, angry, or confused. Right now, he was only two out of three of those emotions. Surprisingly, anger wasn't one of them. With Aladar, all three had been a constant for the dinosaur. "So you're, like, a raptor? A scavenger?" He said after a moments thought. "Praying on the weak after they have died."
Loki snorted, rolling his eyes and looking off in the opposite direction. Now he really wished Lady Sif was here, to whoop this guys butt and wipe any of the confidence he had in him to stand up to Laufeyson out of him. Maybe even Thor, to electrocute him. "I have the proper attire," he poked Gabriel's shirt, "proper weaponry," the god held up his golden staff, powered by the mind gem, "the proper looks," his finger motioned all around Gabriel's face, mainly at his hair, "and the proper manners!" He stood straighter than the archangel, snapping his fingers, causing the candy to disappear from the other's hands. "And I do not eat misgardian food." The on.y part that bugged him was the several million years part. How was that possible?
Agent Barton's smile dissolved into a frown, as Legolas mentioned knowing neither Wanda or Orlando Bloom. This was the real deal. Apparently, Clint hadn't been teleported to the mythical Middle Earth, as this archer also seemed confused to his whereabouts. "Well, I wouldn't expect you to know Wanda...but, I'm not letting this opportunity slip-" he spoke more to himself, holding his loaded bow to the side. It was hard to contain his inner fanboy. "I'm an archer, just like you. The real name's Clinton. Clinton Barton," he held out a hand, for the elf to shake. "Call me Clint, although. It's easier." He froze as Legolas aimed in an opposite direction. Obviously those big ears of his helped him hear something. Damn earpiece, static blaring out his right ear. Not like that ear was already bad enough. Shaking his head, he turned off the communication part of the ear piece, just leaving the hearing aide part of it on. "So what are we aiming at?!" Clint asked in a whisper, having attached an explosive tipped arrow on his bow.
"Yes I said Mr. Sharp. Shut your trap!" Helga leaned in, prodding Bovril with the end of her gun as another warning. She wouldn't hesitate to shoot. Besides, if all else failed, she always had her combat skills. "We had the best team you could ever need, considering most of us turned on each other at the end," aka, Rourke and Helga turning on Milo, Kida, Mole, Cookie, Audrey, Vinny, and Joshua, then Helga teaming with them and turning on Rourke, then Rourke turning on her. It was a long a winding path of betrayals. "There's only been one group before us. That was about five years before us, in 1905. We are, or were, the second group. You do the math!" She snorted, offended at the hallucination statement.
((Pietro Maximoff is open for anybody!))