#crownfly

"I don't even know you're real name." Hal stated flatly, "All I know about you is you're evil and you like butterflies and hate some sad science man."

Needless to say, she had no plans on calling anyone mom. Not that it would have been so much a compliment if she did. To her 'Mom' or 'Ma' was the woman who died grotesquely slumped over the universe's most comfortable couch, her visage burned into Hal's memory. For anyone to go by that moniker, it meant acknowledging what she'd done to the first person to wear it.

No. Dr. Girlfriend it is.

"Is... that what you're supposed to do?" and Hal was legitimately asking, because she had no idea, "I dunno, my real parents didn't do that." they didn't do much of anything when compared to these expectations Monarch seemed to be putting on himself, then becoming frustrated when he was unable to meet them.

She took a juice box from him with a slight chuckle, serious as this seemed to be it was kind of funny. She stabbed the straw through and took a few sips, fingers idly tapping against the cocoon's roof.

"I didn't run away. I was right there the whole time. They just had... other stuff going on, y'know? That's not- I mean it can't really be their fault, right? Ma was real sick, Dad had his gang- kinda like you with your henchmen only uh, I guess his arch 'nemesister' was everyone. I didn't even know he existed until Ma was already dead." Hal shrugged, hugging her knees, the topic itself causing a slight tremble,

"there was no reason to send hal home! she didn't do it. she's innocent!"

He'd nearly given her a heart attack, being the first thing she saw upon opening the door to her office. She clutched her chest, taking a deep breath to calm herself down before fully comprehending what he was even confronting her about now. Dealing with Hal meant dealing with Monarch, she should know as well by now.

"Like I've told you and your henchmen numerous times now, Mr. Fitzcarraldo, you can't enter without a guest pass." though she knew her plea was falling upon deaf ears,

"Hal was in possession of some of your butterfly darts. And just for the record, I wasn't the one in favor of sending her home." what would that teach her? Other than she had another way of getting out of school.

❝ wha— ❞ it was her again. he couldn't believe his fucking luck. ❝ OH MY GOD IT'S YOU♥. it's- er it's--- (god how the hell does phantom dick call you all the time? BUT IT'S YOU!!) ❞ malcom was super happy to see her. she looked so hot too. argh that damn outfit was so distracting and his was way too tight down below.

❝ what are you doing here? ❞ he looked around and at the shovel in her hand. ❝ you're not tryna bury someone (like i just tried to) do yoU? ❞

This was-- what was his name...something with an M? She'd heard some rumors, of course, and heard the nasally, shrieking tone from afar, but hadn't really glimpsed him up close. Hamilton practically keeps her sequestered from other villains-- it's starting to get on her nerves.

This guy's a lot better looking up close.

Sheila tilts her head at him, raising a brow.

"What does one usually do when they're out in a forest? Either they're getting it on, or burying a body. So."

Duh.

What kind of ridiculous gettup? 

Skarbrand stares at the man’s wings, blinks once, then looks the tiny man in his eyes.

"I don't owe you anything, Mr. Fitzcarraldo."

Her first inclination would have been to panic, were she not so sure he wasn't going to do anything with the information he'd just gleaned anyway. 'Where is Supra Nova?', a headline that plagued her, it appeared at least someone knew now.

If only it hadn't been him. Once a rival, now just another parent of a troubled kid.