[h1][b][i][color=FFCB00][center]Leah Jordan[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/a97e8983-b22c-4dfe-b2a2-4825bd67ff76.png[/img][/center][center][/center][hr][center][color=FFCB00][b]Location[/b][/color]: New Orleans
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[i]What am I?[/i]

The question had been on Leah's mind ever since the night in the gym with Andy. It had been on her mind during the early dawn that next morning, when she hadn't gone back to her room to talk with Sabine. It kept her up each night after, as she spent countless minutes staring down at the rocky skin that had crept over her hands and never left. She couldn't answer it when everything looked smaller, she was [i]afraid[/i] to answer it when she walked through the halls of Margaret Carter and got those odd looks from people who weren't even sacred of Leah, but just didn't recognize her at all.

The day had come when they all boarded a plane and flew across the country. That was awkward given her hair and the fact that she couldn't even fit in the seats. It mostly sucked, but Sabine made it bearable, bitching in her ear and yapping about the nintendo switch she "found" one summer before they started dating. It was small in her hands, but she let Sabine fool around with the one game she had: Skyrim. Leah didn't know how it worked.

New Orleans freaked her out a bit, iIt was a pretty vibrant city. It reminded her of some of the places dad had dragged her along to see once, like Manaco and Madrid. Leah actually hoped most of the people here would just turn and walk away the moment they saw her. That'd be easier than some kid half her age walking up to her and asking her if she was one of those superheroes, because [i]obviously[/i] rock-skinned people over 6'5" were that kind of person. She hadn't had much time to think about anything but that lately, being an eyesore and not understanding why.

And knowing she'd be in a room with both Sabine [i]and[/i] April felt... Fine, honestly. Leah didn't think any less of April. Granted, she'd spent enough time feeling [i]guilty[/i] that she hadn't noticed April was going through rough things. But April had every right to prioritize her well-being, and Leah had every goddamn obligation to be a better friend. Still, it was better than being around strangers.

Leah figured that maybe, just maybe, this wouldn't be so bad. And then Vision dropped something on them.

[i]Nemo's dead, kids. Surprise.[/i]

That didn't add up to Leah. Nemo was a time traveler, and they'd all been saved with time travel. Wasn't he one of the time police who got pissy if you fucked with time? There was so many reasons something as mundane as a "heart attack" absolutely would not kill a guy like that. He-

Sabine was touching her. Oh, fuck, she could barely even feel that right now. Leah didn't squeeze her hand, she'd probably break it in her current state. She just took a wide step closer to her girlfriend and looked down at her. Then she turned and watched April run off, and felt a pang of worry run through her. It'd be shitty of her to run after April, for several reasons, so Leah didn't. 

[color=FFCB00]"There's... That's bullshit,"[/color] Leah commented. [color=FFCB00]"The guy's a time traveler, he probably just faked his death and put another version of him in his place to make it seem real. And aren't all of us supposed to be dead, too? Isn't it his job to enforce time laws and shit? He probably had to fuck off to protect himself. I don't believe that for a second, Vision. And what the fuck are you doing, telling us that when you [i]know[/i] people are already stressed out?"[/color]