#5mind

"Terry. What have you done."

Nero was already leaping aside to check for hidden cameras and listening devices. Normally he expected those to be from other spacefaring factions and their respective intelligence-gathering spy agencies. But the only thing that could match their cutthroat ways was an onslaught of paparazzi. Or the gossip-profiteers Antares was dealing with.

"Kinda hard not to." In the face of uncertainty in the form of a total stranger literally towering over him, Coldsnap holds himself taut in a facade of conficdence. "You're in the way." He says this like he hadn't actually been snooping around the stranger like some sort of busybody. But well, being a busybody was also part of the whole superheroing package if you asked him. Coldsnap wasn't a great liar. There's a pause. A miniscule twitch of a wrist. "Can you...uh. Even hear me all the way up there?"

"Oh yes, I can hear you just fine. There's no need to worry about that."

Shade turned to face the individual fully, tilting his head to the side as he peered down at him with some degree of curiosity. He seemed to be assessing him.

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"Pfft, you hardly need any tutoring from me where that's concerned," Doom scoffs in return, not really taking offense. She's used to Coldsnap's jabs and actually gets a kick out of the banter.

That's actually what keeps her coming back, in part - the amusement of their interactions. He's funny, or at least, she finds the way he acts funny. He's a funny guy. He apparently hates everyone and everything and yet he tries so hard to care. Or rather, it's the other way around - he cares so much about everyone and everything and tries so hard to let everyone know how much he doesn't care. And no one ever thanks him for it, do they?

Maybe she relates to that a little bit too much.

When they'd first met, she'd been in a different place then, mentally, emotionally. Physically, even. She doesn't think she's anything like she was then, now. Coldsnap might think differently, but she knows how much she's changed. She can feel it in herself. Knows it because she's lived it. Is still living it. She can feel it in the way she moves and breathes and speaks. She wouldn't be half as conversational now if she was still the same way she was then. Hell, she'd probably already tried to set fire to him by now.

Doom stands there with her hands in her pockets, the wreckage settling around them, and watches him kick at the remains of the machine they just felled. May as well let him get his frustration out on it. He needs it.

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@5mind asked:

“I need to recharge," the android in red says. And the meant it literally. "You might not happen to have some type of powerbank on you...would you?"

The spirit stares... Or well, the owl on her shoulder stares. They had never seen anything like that before. It's not a human for sure. But it talks! Eule can't even feel it's presence. That's... new. So she doesn't speak for a long moment, while the eyes of the little bird looked Red One up and down.

" ... Oh... Recharge...? "

The woman finally speaks, while tilting her head to the side. The owl did the same. She heard that word before, but doesn't exactly understood the meaning. Forgive her, she has not much knowledge of technology and it's energy source.

" I'm sorry... I don't believe I know what you... mean? What is a... powerbank? "

The question was probably strange. But she really didn't know.

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