Guin Stark
Location: Klara's Ship
Skills: Telepathy
Guin complained. The little lemur creature was pretty cute as well - far cuter than any Earth based pet options. The only pet on Earth Guin had ever really been interested in had been a tamagotchi - and she was pretty certain her father had spilled whiskey all over her tamagotchi and destroyed it when she was six. The conversation took a darker turn though - to Klara explaining that someone was trying to destroy other realities, and that the Nova Corps was out of their depths.
"Huh, so if the other group are the Guardians of the Galaxy, I guess that would make us the Guardians of Galaxies then?" Guin mused. It was a little hard to wrap her head around something so big, but it definitely sent a chill down her spine. She didn't even know how they'd begin to stop someone like that. That was above their pay grade - maybe even above the Avengers' pay grade. It seemed like more of the Fantastic Four's territory too.
"Guess that's as good a spot as any to start," Guin said, as Lance went to start punching in coordinates. Maybe it was the anxiety and the fear, but an idea came into Guin's head. Pietro was always telling her she needed to practice her telepathy more. And having his full attention right now would feel really nice. So Guin gently reached out with her powers and gave his mind a nudge to focus on her... a nudge that ended up being
way stronger than intended.
Sooo how ya feeling babe? Pietro got a confused look in his eyes for a moment, before staring right at Guin. He pulled her into his arms.
Did you do something new to your hair Guina? Guin blushed, a little surprised at how well that had worked. She had poor impulse control and had just thought she'd give Pietro a little nudge - it was fair, after all, he had used their special mental link on her before. But this was much more than a nudge. From what she could tell, Pietro seemed to only be able to think about her right then.
Nope, nothing new - unless you count space shampoo as something extra. Your hair smells like twinkies! Pietro said adamantly.
Guin couldn't help but giggle - and be at least ever so slightly disturbed.
Wait, seriously? Guin asked him.
I nudge your brain to focus on me and it decides to make you think I smell like twinkies? Guin explained, smirking ever so slightly.
There is nothing wrong with Twinkies! Pietro protested,
...And you did what? But why would you want my hair to smell like twinkies? Guin asked, not answering the second bit. She had a sinking feeling in her chest - she hadn't thought this through. She hadn't even thought that it would work. Her telepathy skills were pretty much nonexistent, as she didn't practice because she didn't believe in practicing things. She didn't need to try when it came to math and science, so why should she have to try with anything else?
What did you say you did? he asked again, clearly sounding a bit annoyed now.
...I thought I'd just give you a little nudge to focus on me, Guin admitted. She was looking a little bit pale now. Yeah, she definitely had messed up. Sometimes, she was an expert at self sabotage.
Why would you do that? The thought just popped into my head and I thought I could give it a try - I like having your attention... But you also kind of had my attention already! Aside from the talk of the apparently all hell breaking loose thing and all! ....Maybe I wanted all of your attention? Guin admitted sheepishly. Her face had gone from pale to bright red.
But we have other things to deal you know that. ....Maybe I'm a little selfish and self centered? Guin offered. She didn't know how to fix this and was kicking herself repeatedly for being so stupid. She never had gotten a handle on her poor impulse control. And it had seemed so small, so innocent to her at the time - Pietro used the mental link to manipulate her mood all the time... Granted, he used it to calm her down when she was having PTSD flashbacks and whatnot, but still.
Okay now you are being a bit ridiculous in saying that. Am I? Guin asked somewhat meekly.
Yup, you are. Guin hesitated for a moment. She would've expected more yelling and shouting if he was really mad at her. Maybe it was all fine. Maybe he wasn't mad at her and she didn't need to kick herself for her poor impulse control.
In a good way? Yes. I’m sorry babe... Guin added softly. She really did feel bad. It had seemed like a fun idea at the time - she always loved having Pietro's attention, especially when it came to hugs and cuddles. They went on so many crazy adventures all the time, it was nice to just know that she always had someone fighting in her corner. And she definitely wasn't jealous at all over his love for Mr. Dibbles.
It's okay... If it makes you feel better you could probably easily do that to me, Guin offered, trying to lighten the mood a bit.
I'd probably do it at a time you wouldn't suspect it if I did. But now I’ll always be expecting it, Guin argued.
Oh really? You get distracted rather easily. I do not, I have laser focus! Guin protested. She did have laser focus - just usually on the wrong things. She tended to fixate on things that weren't the main focus of events at times, a behavior that the doctors decided to describe as ADHD, although Guin had never taken medication or anything for it.
Riiiiiiiiight. Guin then realized she had zero idea what Bethany had just said. She really ought to have been focusing right now, with the sort of deadly odds that they were up against, but her mind kept wanting to drift to other things - Pietro, the lemur, what sort of power core this ship was running on... She wanted to run away.
Runa Baldurdattir
Location: Klara's Ship
Skills: N/A
Runa frowned ever so slightly, listening from her cross legged position on the floor to what Klara was saying. She didn't know where those rumors might have come from, besides Asgard itself. She didn't think her cousin would have stopped at space stations along the way to hear what gossip was flying around before coming to save her - Klara had always been rushing at things head first her entire life, never pausing to stop and listen. So if people on Asgard were spreading these rumors... how long had these events been going on? And why was the All Father not involved?
"What does the All Father say of this?" Runa asked.
She ignored whatever was going on with Guin and Pietro, assuming Klara's presence was just setting them off - she was a love goddess after all, Runa was more or less used to it.
"He's not too sure what to make of everything. The massive amounts of energy being released are concerning, and he mainly has been trying to discover what might cause it. Though what he thinks might be causing it if the rumors are true about alternate realities being destroyed well... He has an idea of what it might be, and it isn't good..." "Spare me the theatrics, cousin," Runa said, sounding harsher than she had intended. She didn't want to be kept in suspense and anticipation. She didn't know why Klara was drawing this out for dramatic effect.
"What is it that Odin fears?" she asked, standing up now from where she had been seated on the floor.
"...An infinity stone." "You've got to be fucking kidding me!!!" Guin blurted.
