𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕤.

riri didn’t like to sleep for this exact reason. nights never did work out very well for her. she either couldn’t keep herself sleeping long enough or just would be restless in bed, tossing and turning all night until she just stayed up and worked on her projects till sunrise. this habit was somewhat similar since being in the savage lands. though it was easier to blame the new environment on her lack of sleep. until that night of course. as much as she tried she couldn’t fight this one. 

“riri, are you okay? you woke up screaming and your heart rate was accelerated.” N.A.T.A.L.I.E asked concerned as she followed riri. “i’m fine, N.A.T.A.L.I.E. i’m fine.” “i think you had a nightmare.” “yeah, I know.” there was a few moments of silence. “was it me and your dad?” with that riri tried to walk away but of course, N.A.T.A.L.I.E followed. stupid ai’s (she didn’t mean that). “riri you have to talk about this with people. you can’t avoid it forever.” 

“will you shut up!” she shouted before realizing that she wasn’t alone. “sorry, not you. i-i was talking to her.”

wade was pretty much used to nightmares by this point. the man barely slept because of them. well, kind of. if he wasn’t sleeping because of nightmares, he wasn’t sleeping because of the goddamn voices in his head. ellie, on the other hand... she was still very young. no scary dreams for her, at least not as often as he had them. with her tucked into bed and sound asleep, he’d decided to wander. he had to pass the time somehow, right? he only wished they still had wifi and video games -- at least that would make time easier to kill. rounding the corner, he came face to face with another. wasn’t this the mini iron man chick? eh, something like that. “i mean, you’d be pretty valid to want me to shut up. only i wasn’t talking until... right now. a lot of people want me to shut up, but the thing they forget is that just ‘cause ya tell me to doesn’t mean i’m gonna do it.” he replied, laughing softly at his own jokes, or at least, whatever he’s perceived to be funny. “her, huh? is the invisible woman around, or--,” he glanced around. “or is it a voice in your head? i get those. mine never shut up.”

scott knew more about engineering than he did science, himself, but it would be pretty fucking awesome if it were possible. “hey, t-rex’s may have tiny arms but they certainly are the biggest dinosaurs and scare the rest of the little ones.” scott knew exactly what wade was referring to, mostly because of the two years he’d spent on parole and the hours upon hours he’d had to waste. “those movies are pretty cool, but i think i would have a pterodactyl, you know so i can fly.” 

“i mean, i feel like there’s gotta be a dino, or maybe a few, out there that match or come close to the size of a t-rex. how do we even know that the kinds of giant fuckers that we know of are all that are here? we probably don’t, yanno? who knows what kinda freaky shit is lurking around every corner. either way, i don’t trust it,” wade replied, shrugging his shoulders as he sort of went off on a tangent there, but that was also sort of typical for him. “oh yeah? jealous ol’ pym didn’t give you wings?” he laughs. “can’t fault you for that one. it’s a pretty good choice, i mean, it’d be cool to fly.”

how likely is your muse to step up and take the role of a leader? are they willing to take the challenge, or are they more apt to being a follower?

it really depends on the situation for wade, and on how he’s generally feeling. sometimes he’s ready and willing tot take charge, others he’s more than happy to sit back, relax, and let others deal with it. his demeanor can change on any given day, affecting anything that he does, hence why his position also may change.

how easily does your muse adapt to any new situations they’re thrust into?

what subjects or topics does your muse avoid, because they bring up harmful / painful memories?

chips of wood broke away as wrapped fists hit against the tree time and time again. the compound had a training facility, he knew that, but the fresh air of the jungle, though often humid, allowed him to clear his head as he worked out. steve could likely punch directly through the tree, knock it down, but he wasn’t exercising his strength – he was exercising his control. “sorry, i didn’t wake you, did i?” it was early morning, and he hadn’t expected anyone else but could hear the rustling approach of someone nearby. “i thought i’d get an early start, maybe head out to search further out if anyone wanted to join.”

what even was sleep at this point? wade wasn’t sure that he’d gotten a good night’s sleep in... well, years. his mind never stopped running a mile a minute. never gave him a break -- a moment of peace. but hey, that was life. it was this or death, and for ellie, he’d always choose living. “nope,” wade replies, mask covering his face as he walks outside, already in his suit despite how early it was. “bit of an insomniac, personally. what are we searchin’ for, old man?” he asks, raising a brow. "i got my guns, so... if you want me to come with, i will. not like i got much better to do.” a brief pause for a moment before he shrugs his shoulders. “you’d be the first person to actually want me to accompany them somewhere.” he snorts.

Doreen jumped up at the sight of a familiar black-and-red suit rounding the corner, just barely dodging his collision. (Tippy yelled in her ear, something about a close call, watch where you’re going, bud, you coulda killed me.) Good–a friend. A familiar face (well, mask), and a reliable source of entertainment, if nothing else.

“You read my mind. I bet we could absolutely convince a couple of the gentler ones to be our friends, and then we could ride them around the Compound in a flagrant show of superiority.” Was it a childhood dream of hers to ride a dinosaur? Maybe. Was she still a little bit afraid of them? Yeah, probably, but would she admit to it? Absolutely not. “We’ll be the best dino-riding team the world has ever seen, and prove ‘em all wrong. Then everyone will have to ask us on their adventures.”

She grinned and stretched her arms out behind her head. With a shake of her tail, ignoring the squirrel telling her that this was a very bad idea, she started towards the exit. “You coming or what?”

wade’s gaze briefly shifts to tippy as the small animal spoke. he knew he was saying something, and that doreen could understand him, but it was just squeaks to him. “squeak squeak to you too, chip’n’dale,” wade said, patting the squirrel’s head with two fingers. he knew that chip and dale were chipmunks and that tippy was a squirrel, but... whatever. “if -- no, scratch that, when we manage to get a couple o’ those bad boys to love us, we’ll be the coolest people in the entire fucking savage lands,” wade replied with a grin.

{ i hope the squirrel beats you up for calling him a chipmunk. }    [ that’s something i’d pay to see. ]

“you know what you should do? make little shirts and accessories for him. he’d look adorable in a hawaiian t shirt. or maybe a top hat and a bow tie.” he rambled as he headed towards the exit alongside doreen. “do you think we can teach dinosaurs to play poker? i need one game where i’m not beat at a card game by a fuckin’ squrriel. no hate, little guy.” he chuckled. “what kinda dino are we wanting to get again?”

Kitty was at Sanctum Santorum to enlist herself in helping Tony Stark and anyone else who was working on the engineering and science end of the stick. She had Lockheed in-tow and had to keep him close because others kept mistaking him for a dinosaur. She approached a worktable and almost immediately was accosted for doing so. Lockheed let out a warning noise and Kitty rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I know, what’s a gal like me doing in a place like this, huh?” she said with a roll of her eyes and toss of her ponytail. “I’m here to work.” Kitty ended her abrupt words by phasing out of the grip and turning back to the worktable.

“that does not  make two of us,” wade replied, a cocky grin on his face as he looked at kitty from where he was sitting. instead of using a chair like any normal person, wade was sitting criss-cross-applesauce on top of the table, playing with a random piece of tech he’d picked up. “whatchya planning on doin’? or makin’?” he asked, looking over at her with a raised brow. seated beside him was ellie, working on something that would likely be of more help than the whole lot of nothing that wade was doing. she was a smart kid -- way smarter than he was. he was proud of her.

{ she definitely didn’t get her brains from you. }    [ doubt she got much of anything from him. ]

“so, when’s lunch?”

“you think some of these creatures here can be like pets?” scott asks to the figure he sees enter the room. he’d been pondering over the question for a while. “i mean, on earth, all the pets we have now had to become domesticated from the wild. what if we create a species of pets from some of these creatures.” he starts off, “you know like…pet dinosaurs?”

“i’m gonna start this by saying i know nothing about science,” wade began, pausing.

[ you know nothing about anything. ]    { ooooh! buuuurn! }

“but a fucking pet dinosaur? that would be so fucking cool, dude. i’d love to have a goddamn t-rex. wait, no. they have tiny arms -- i pick a raptor instead. definitely a raptor. like knock-off peter quill had in those jurassic world movies.” he replied, a grin forming underneath the mask. “what about you? what dino would you wanna have?”

Doreen was, admittedly, losing her mind, just a little bit. Somehow, in the middle of the Savage Lands, she was bored. The whole dino-jungle-adventure thing was undoubtedly rad, but, at risk of sounding like an absolute millennial piece of garbage, she missed the internet. How was she supposed to prove that she and Tippy were living their best Jurassic Park lives without sharing constant updates with her avid fanbase? (Yes, she knew that the planet was technically gone and, even if she did have cell service, she’d only be Tweeting into the void, but that hurt to think about, and she preferred not to.) They needed to fix this.

She’d spent the better part of the morning (half-successfully) attempting to befriend a young triceratops before its angry mother had chased her back to the Compound. She could help clean, she guessed. Or go on a supply run? Heal the wounded? Bake muffins? Hunt down Galactus and give him a long talk about how he needed to practice self-love in a way that didn’t mean eating planets and give them back their home, please? 

From somewhere around a corner, Doreen heard approaching footsteps. “Hi,” she said. “What are you up to, and can I please help you with it? I need a task, I have no wifi, I need to be useful.”

it was rare these days that wade wasn’t seen wearing his suit. he’d probably blame it on the lack of summer-y clothes he owned. what he wouldn’t give to walk around in tiny shorts and an unbuttoned hawaiian t-shirt. would others like to see him like that, lasagna skin and all? probably not, but it wasn’t like wade cared much. 

{ caring is for wussies. }    [ i could really go for some lasagna right now. ]

rounding a corner and nearly barely noticing the other and walking straight into her -- his own fault for getting lost in his own head --, wade took a step back. “ya sure ya really wanna join me on my wacky adventures?” he raised a brow behind the mask. “people don’t ask me to do things. and it saddens me, yanno? which is why i have nothing planned except to go out and try to provoke some dinosaurs. i wanna see if i can ride one, i think that’d be fun.”

{ a fun way to die. }    [ more like a dumb way to die. ]

“you in?”

her body landed with yet another thud in the untamed grass, some distance away from the sanctum as she’d tumbled out of a mid-air suspended portal. in a huff of frustration, illyana pulled herself back up, a hand waving to close the portal again. her stepping disks, the portals she used to teleport about as a result of mutation, were finicky at best. in order to use them, she had to pass through limbo, and while she knew limbo was there – she could feel it, but couldn’t touch it long enough to navigate where she was going to end up. it was making her unique skill unreliable. “tell me you weren’t standing there long enough to see that embarrassing display.” she inquired, having realized that she wasn’t exactly alone out there.

“if i tell you yes, are you going to do some of your 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐲 -- 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥 -- 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐣𝐨 on me as revenge?” wade questioned, non-existent brows raised as his arms folded over his chest. he probably should be more 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤, or rather know more about her abilities, but her code name was magik and well... here we are. “but yeah, i 𝙩𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 did. i only wish my phone wasn’t dead, ‘cause then i coulda got it on video. that baby could’ve gone 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐥, you know. people love videos of other people falling on their asses. i mean, can anybody really say they’ve never chuckled at that stuff?” he said with a grin before he shrugged his shoulders. “you wanna swear me to secrecy? we can pinky-swear. i’m down.”