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IC: Siegfried's grin widened and he swept Brando into a rather healthy hug, though significantly less bone crushing (he's learning, you see) and upon setting the man down, replied jovially "You know how to serenade directly to my heart, friend. Beer would be fantastic."
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IC: "I, personally, would simply like to know how you would come about obtaining your own Thunder God in the first place. I hear we're in high demand, so we're somewhat hard to come by." Cue sparkling grin.
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IC: Nero's eye twitched at the fox's sudden appearance, not for the first time, and certainly not the last. "I don't think I'm ever gonna get used to that."
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IC: Nero's head slipped from his palm and fell to the table with a dull thunk, mock depression radiating from his person. "You were supposed to be the chosen one, Ashley!" Nero cried, fingers wiggling erratically for emphasis, voice ringing clear despite his face's engagement with the table surface.
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IC: "All day every day." Nero replied, propping his elbow on the table and letting his chin drop into his palm with a dramatic sigh.
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IC: IC: Nero shuddered as the Nolan movies (and inherently implied bad situations) kept coming, but brightened rather quickly at Ashley's appearance. "Hooray! A life preserver in the sea of cinema suffering!"
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IC: "I highly considered running away into the woods never to look back during that 'whole school trashed by Canadian not-so-sanctioned government program/mass kidnapping' era of our lives."
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IC: Nero's lips twisted into a rather humorless smile, finally opening his other eye. "Okay. So, like, every time. Heavens above, our track record is no bueno."
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IC: Nero opened one shield/eye and fixed it on Dallas. "So, like, every time but the first time, yeah?"
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IC: "Nothingsgonnahappen City on the corner of Boring and Quiet." Nero responded with a sing-song cadence, eyes firmly shut as if that would protect him.
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IC: Nero's face scrunched up and he waved and crossed his hands dramatically in front of his face in a warding motion. "Ack! Shhh! Let's not go jinxin' it, yeah? As far as we know, it's quiet and boring and it's gonna stay quiet and boring forever."
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IC: Nero visibly relaxed a bit. "Okay. Less embarrassing than I was thinkin'." After a self-reassuring nod, Nero perked up considerably. "Always down for some good company. How's the world been treatin' you? How've ya been?"
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IC: Nero twitched and raised eyes from cold breakfast foods to company he hadn't quite realized he'd had. Probably should have been paying more attention. "Have you guys been sitting there long?" --- Nope. Not giving in. RELAXATION. Siegfried was (nearly!) gritting his teeth at this point, but such things were not to be dwelled upon because there was relaxing to be done. That in mind, it would probably do Siegfried some good to maybe stretch his legs some. Maybe in the sky. In a New York-wards direction... Siegfried sighed and sat up, flipping his sunglasses to rest just over his hairline then pinching the bridge of his nose. It was like there was a siren call or something, and the so-called half god just was not strong enough to resist it. Time for packing, he supposed.
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IC: Nero shook in his seat with a start... Again. After a moment of glancing around furiously, Nero sighed to himself. "If this keeps happening to me, I'm gonna have to go see someone professional-like. Spacing out like this can't be healthy..." Eyes dropping to his now cold stack of pancakes, Nero sighed again. Waste not, want not, or so it goes. --- Sun reflecting rather merrily off both the sunglasses and the glossy sheen of the half-Asgardian's hair, Siegfried also sighed. His was not related to distressingly unsatisfactory cold pancakes, but to a level of relaxation he had not felt in some time. So relaxed that a bit of him wondered if it was just a liiiiiiittle bit forced. Or if at the very least he should feel guilty for being so carefree. Or maybe a bit of both. Siegfried had no intention on dwelling on such matters. Oh no. There was solar-based relaxation to be had (not forced, he'd swear to whatever god you had handy that he didn't personally have some sort of tie to), and no room for wondering how things were going elsewhere... Or itching to not be in one spot... Or- NO. RELAXATION.
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IC: Returning to San Juan to unwind in the aftermath of New York had proven to be a wise decision, as far as Siegfried was concerned. With the presence of the Red Skull and those who followed him no longer settling as a constant feeling of dread at the back of Siegfried's mind, he was free to actually enjoy the weather, sights, food and general relaxing atmosphere available. The son of Thor let out a breath he had probably been holding for months now. It was nice to wake up and know that everything was boring for once,
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IC: Nero started in his chair as he regained focus. "That.. was weird." he muttered to himself looking around confusedly. Not entirely sure what caused him to drift off like that, but it was over now. "Back to food." Nero affirmed to himself before carrying on with his plan, wheeling towards the cafeteria. Assuming it was still there. You could never be too sure these days. With all the times the school got wrecked, someone could have just forgotten to put a cafeteria in the budget.
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Marvel Rebirth: Discussion
Advent Child replied to shadow pridak money gang's topic in Off Topic Culture
So of course, as soon as I start trying to stage a comeback, my internet gets shut off. Such is life. internet should be back soon though! UPDATE: Successful recovery of internet is successful. The comeback continues! -
IC: As always, Nero found himself noticing scents that were quite unfamiliar to him. Probably belonging to people equally unfamiliar to him "The amount of people that come and go from this place boggles the mind." Nero muttered to himself. Well. Such things could be investigated after food. Food was good. And so Nero's mission quickly became the obtaining of sustenance.
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IC: Nero wasn't sure if it was his controller finally slipping from his slumber-slackened hand hanging off the side of his bed or the sound of it clattering on the floor that finally woke him up, but either way, it was a far more startling way to wake up than he would have preferred. He opened his eyes ever so slightly, and immediately regretted it, growling under his breath and blindly swatting at where he hoped the switch for the lamp was. Whose bright idea was it to have the lamp angled directly at the bed anyway? Ignoring the niggling voice in the back of his head mocking him for making such a poor life decision, Nero's growl shifted to a pitch high enough to catch a sonar glimpse of the room, and, finally catching the light switch, Nero aimed his efforts at part two of waking up: Sliding into the beloved contraption. There was fussing, and mussing, and a fair bit of profanity, but soon enough Nero was clothed, washed, in his chair, and... Well... Not ready to face the day, but a fair bit more ready to give it his best shot. Rolling out into the great beyond (the hallway), Nero closed his eyes and just listened. It was nice to not feel like the world was crashing down everywhere for once. Well... At least as best as Nero could tell. He had spent a lot of time sleeping, drinking (ineffectively) and gaming since the whole Red Skull debacle, so he wasn't exactly up to date on most current events. Eh. If anything was going on, he'd catch on eventually.
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Marvel Rebirth: Discussion
Advent Child replied to shadow pridak money gang's topic in Off Topic Culture
Seems to be about that time of season where Advent-type people make sporadic re-appearances, if only to dispel potential rumors of their demise. I live. Take that, rumors. So, anything going down? -
IC: Nero rubbed his hand over his eyes, just in case it so happened that they had decided to stop working, or mayhaps he had gone crazy. When the giant crazy red Nazi was still rampaging in the general vicinity when Nero's eyes cleared. Nero came to one conclusion. "Normal doesn't exist. It never did. I was lied to, and I want a refund on life." Grumbling various obscenities and profane statements (as was becoming commonplace) about time travel and the moral pros and cons of maybe gettiing rid of Nazi mothers before they could give birth to idiot red-headed soulless children, Nero wheeled towards the fray, following whichever other X-Men that were headed that way.
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IC: Nero would never get used to the feeling of working alongside Dallas in a combat situation (either one, for clarity.) So much of Nero handling the battlefield as well as he did, considering his lack of mobility, was in his ability to survey things as they were happening, via sound. It was always disorienting, therefore, for objects to suddenly appear in a completely different area of Nero's aural "vision", or suddenly change trajectories. Let alone entire teammates or enemies. Nero supposed a significant majority of that was his own fault. He had gotten quite used to being able to predict things, or, if nothing else, react to them based on what was almost pretty much instinct by this point, so he had nobody to blame but himself if certain moments didn't go as he'd come to expect. But it was still trippy. Trippy didn't stop Nero from being grateful that he wasn't currently chewing on fragmented whatever caused by grenade, though. "Whichever one of you time controlling people saved my tuckus, thaaaaanks!" Nero called out, not staying focused long enough to figure out which Dallas he should thank specifically. Nero's attention was now on the remaining goons, and his current ploy: The attacking soldiers would suddenly find there was a distinct lack of sound. It was if someone had turned the volume on their world down. Which, to be fair, Nero had in fact done. He didn't wager it would be terribly damaging, but the disorientation would be well worth it.
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IC: The sound of the soldiers' feet hitting the ground before they had begun to reach the Blackbird, so the cacophony of sound that blasted out to greet their attackers was a foregone conclusion. The soldier who had opened his mouth to scream "Kill them all!" found himself facing a dervish of noise and concussive force that quickly overcame anything else he could hear, roaring straight him as the bullets he fired bounced fruitlessly off the raging blast that quickly grew in strength Chortling madly, Nero projected wall after wall of force, the laughing bouncing and ricocheting off itself until it became a chorus of cracking up madmen, a series of walls of maniacal ensemble cackling that drowned out nearly all other nearby noise, and crashed towards as many soldiers as he could aim the waves at without smacking his comrades. Speaking of his comrades, Nero did his best to keep the volume down closer to each of them, but in the interest of not eating lead, it was certainly not his main focus.
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IC: Nero sighed a sigh of stress and, simultaneously, relief. It had been a long time since he had goon gallivanting off into battle with his comrades. It was scary every time. Not for the first time (and hopefully not the last either,) a little voice in Nero's head pondered the intelligence of heading into a fight filled with gunfire while bound to a wheelchair. A larger voice responded with vague threats and profanity, and the idea that sound and concussion based superpowers are a thing, plus werewolf. Nero chose to let the voices debate on their own, and sped down the ramp as fast as his wheels would carry him, a jubilant yelp escaping his lips and manifesting as a purple glowing orb of hysteric energy near his shoulder. Start with cover fire. Then the offense.
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IC: Nero took his comm wordlessly, securing the earpiece with a nonchalance that almost seemed haphazard. The earlier good cheer was swiftly making room for a grim readiness. It was almost assuredly about to get ugly.
