@woodshorestartersâ - open
âthey told me theyâd be here,â gamora said, stepping to the side to stop someone she passed by on the sidewalk. she knew better than to just believe mysterious promises from an unknown source, but she also wanted to believe that the rest of the guardians were here. it was simple that a place like this - and a place not like this - wouldnât be home until the seven of them were reunited. especially not after everything that happened.
âone is either this tall,â she held out her hands in front of her, apart only about six inches, âor this tall,â she held her hand up at shoulder height, âor this tall,â she jumped once as she held her hand as high as it could go, âand he goes by groot.â which was really hard to miss. âheâs nearly always with rocket who hates being called a raccoon.â
âthereâs mantis and she has antennae that help her sense what youâre feeling and change your emotions.â and mantis was friendly enough to probably have made it around town to most people. âand drax is a kylosian. has a lot of muscles and doesnât understand sarcasm.â even after being a part of the guardians for so long. âheâs easy to find even when he thinks heâs invisible.â
âpeter is terran⌠human and heâs always listening to music. he wears his emotions in his eyes and usually doesnât even try to hide it.â she felt like she could always tell what he was thinking. âand my sister nebula. sheâs a luphomoid, but she has cybernetic enhancements. she might not be with any of the others, but sheâs family.â
she looked at the other right in the eyes. âhave you seen any of them?â
the adjustment to woodshore had been easier than it might have been, once - a small town with murders, but at least brooke didnât know any of them. maybe that was selfish ( no, it was definitely selfish ), but, well . . . it wasnât like she had been in town for any of them, anyway. okay, not being able to leave was kind of a nightmare, and feeling alone was, for sure. but she was trying to stay optimistic. or at least - optimistic adjacent.
coffee in one hand, phone in the other to confirm meetings and the rest of her schedule, brooke hadnât paid much attention until someone stepped in front of her. honestly, it was a miracle she didnât drop something. a snarky comment rose to her tongue, but she bit it down, especially once they started talking. looking for people. yeah, brooke had been promised someone too, but memories had reminded her how impossible that seemed.Â
to her credit, brooke tried to keep up with what she was saying, but it was way easier said than done. âiâm gonna be honest, i only understood about half of those words.â she spoke a moment later, forehead creasing between her eyebrows. someone that could change size, and a . . . raccoon? and whatever a luphomoid was. god, she missed noah. a horror junkie, yes, but he might have an easier time understanding the phrases, even if it did spawn a monologue. âbut i havenât met anyone with those names,â brooke continued, letting out a small sigh, her expression softening slightly. âsorry.â