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( it's late afternoon. rush hour won't come for a few hours yet, but the wheels of two-ton semi-trucks scream down the street all the same. they move on auto-pilot, the drivers behind the steerage idle and uninterested as the crisp voices of gps navigations instruct on turns and lane changes. as the nearest one comes a hair too close, daisy ducks; a carefully executed barrel roll spares her life at the last second. she probably shouldn't have been trying to jaywalk across the expressway... but hey, as the crow flies, right?
when she rights herself, there's an audience. a girl with a jawline that could probably cut a bitch stops short on the sidewalk, flanked by another whose high ponytail and strong shoulders remind her of bobbi and a sole man who looks more like the white bread equivalent of the incredible hulk mid-transition than anyone who ought to be out on the streets right now. they're staring, though, and daisy can't help but feel a bit sheepish, a hand coming up to brush through the hair at the nape of her neck as her weight shifts from side to side. )
Uh. ( so eloquent. someone give the girl an oscar. ) What's up?
( she'd stay and chat, she would, but the incessant beeping in her ear that signals incoming chatter reminds daisy that she really, really needs to get a move on. there's an energy signature six blocks west that requires investigation, and her standard-issue boots happen to be the closest ones. stopping to play twenty questions probably isn't a good alternative. )
Actually, rain check. Tomorrow, same time, same place?
when she rights herself, there's an audience. a girl with a jawline that could probably cut a bitch stops short on the sidewalk, flanked by another whose high ponytail and strong shoulders remind her of bobbi and a sole man who looks more like the white bread equivalent of the incredible hulk mid-transition than anyone who ought to be out on the streets right now. they're staring, though, and daisy can't help but feel a bit sheepish, a hand coming up to brush through the hair at the nape of her neck as her weight shifts from side to side. )
Uh. ( so eloquent. someone give the girl an oscar. ) What's up?
( she'd stay and chat, she would, but the incessant beeping in her ear that signals incoming chatter reminds daisy that she really, really needs to get a move on. there's an energy signature six blocks west that requires investigation, and her standard-issue boots happen to be the closest ones. stopping to play twenty questions probably isn't a good alternative. )
Actually, rain check. Tomorrow, same time, same place?
You're Daisy Johnson.
[The words come out of Zari's mouth like some kind of star struck kid and it's enough to get Sara and Mick to turn on her in confusion. Zari doesn't get excited about much all that often but Daisy Johnson hacker, meta and freedom fighter had kind of been Zari's hero as a kid.
Which is probably not something she should say to actual Daisy Johnson. And they had an anachronism to get to.]
So I think we're actually going the same way.
[The words come out of Zari's mouth like some kind of star struck kid and it's enough to get Sara and Mick to turn on her in confusion. Zari doesn't get excited about much all that often but Daisy Johnson hacker, meta and freedom fighter had kind of been Zari's hero as a kid.
Which is probably not something she should say to actual Daisy Johnson. And they had an anachronism to get to.]
So I think we're actually going the same way.
Uh. ( people calling her by her name wasn't usually a good thing. at least it wasn't when the people in question were probably not with shield. zari will have to forgive daisy's puzzled expression as she looks down at her own shirt, as if looking for a non-existent name tag that might have given her away. ) I... am, yeah.
( at least this girl's not calling her quake, destroyer of worlds. small miracles, right? )
What way are you going, again? Because I'm not going to the — ( vague looks around to find a cover story. oh, good; the lightpost feature banners for the local sportsball team. ) — the game, I couldn't get tickets.
( at least this girl's not calling her quake, destroyer of worlds. small miracles, right? )
What way are you going, again? Because I'm not going to the — ( vague looks around to find a cover story. oh, good; the lightpost feature banners for the local sportsball team. ) — the game, I couldn't get tickets.
( raleigh used to be the kind of guy that easily picked up women in bars and had a different one hanging on his arm every night; being a jaeger pilot had only helped his ability to be a ladies' man and he'd played up the ranger angle to his best benefit. he's not that guy anymore. he's got jagged edges that won't ever be worn smooth, torn places left by yancy's loss and five years of just going through the motions of life instead of truly living.
every once in a while, there's something that will spark his interest, something that's a bright flash of color in a bleak world. theirs is a world of monsters and villains, of big heroic clashes and final showdowns. he'd ducked into this bar for a quick drink and a few minutes to relax but he's captivated by the brunette nursing a drink beside him. )
Can I buy your next? I've been trying to work up the nerve to talk to you for at least ten minutes.
every once in a while, there's something that will spark his interest, something that's a bright flash of color in a bleak world. theirs is a world of monsters and villains, of big heroic clashes and final showdowns. he'd ducked into this bar for a quick drink and a few minutes to relax but he's captivated by the brunette nursing a drink beside him. )
Can I buy your next? I've been trying to work up the nerve to talk to you for at least ten minutes.
i. my autocorrect won't finish pterodactyl for me and i'm feeling personally attacked.
ii. EXCUSE YOU. i wasn't convicted of a felony, i just committed one.
iii. he keeps trying to sext me and all i can do is respond with descriptions of what i'm eating.
iv. i'm somewhere between crying and wanting to fist fight a homeless man. it's been a weird day.
v. translate this into russian*, please: "my vagina is not a chew toy and if you bite me again i will slap you"
( *feel free to substitute for language of choice )
i'm not your phone assistant, daisy.
do it yourself or at the very least figure out how to make your phone do it for you.
do it yourself or at the very least figure out how to make your phone do it for you.
why am i gonna ask my tech dude when you
a. are less likely to be doing creepy experiments
b. are a lot better to look at
a. are less likely to be doing creepy experiments
b. are a lot better to look at
i know krieger speaks german.
hitler clone. he might also know portuguese.
will deutsche do?
hitler clone. he might also know portuguese.
will deutsche do?
don't speak russian, try again. japanese and german, babe.
["We need to get moving. Let's walk and talk," Mick growls, before he and Sara start to charge ahead in the direction of the anachronism, which, odds are, is probably the same place Daisy was going.
This also leaves Zari standing with Daisy to continue to have her celebrity moment. Great. Thanks friends.]
Um. I'm a really big fan of the work you did with the Rising Tide.
[How's that for a blast from the past?]
This also leaves Zari standing with Daisy to continue to have her celebrity moment. Great. Thanks friends.]
Um. I'm a really big fan of the work you did with the Rising Tide.
[How's that for a blast from the past?]
"meine Vagina ist kein Kauspielzeug und wenn du mich wieder beißt, werde ich dich schlagen"
( she's drinking. she doesn't remember what it is that's in the glass — it might be rum and coke, might be a gin and tonic, might be straight vodka in a dirty cup; she doesn't know and doesn't rightly care. whatever it is, it's bitter. more importantly, it's strong. strong enough that daisy doesn't notice the man settling to her right, or the fact that his gaze doesn't leave her profile the entire time she sips at it.
she should notice. by all rights, she should be aware of her surroundings, be competent and capable enough to recognize when someone's in her space. but she's a little distracted tonight, a little loose at the seams from the alcohol flowing through her veins, so she doesn't.
she only notices when he talks; it's then that her attention swivels, shifts across from the bartop to his face, takes in all of him. god, he's good-looking, isn't he? daisy's not affronted by the interruption. no, she's all smiles as she shifts to face him, a wicked grin that crinkles the corners of her eyes and teases a dimple from her cheeks. )
I guess that depends on what you plan on buying me. ( a bold faced lie. ) I should warn you, I'm pretty demanding.
( #inbed. )
she should notice. by all rights, she should be aware of her surroundings, be competent and capable enough to recognize when someone's in her space. but she's a little distracted tonight, a little loose at the seams from the alcohol flowing through her veins, so she doesn't.
she only notices when he talks; it's then that her attention swivels, shifts across from the bartop to his face, takes in all of him. god, he's good-looking, isn't he? daisy's not affronted by the interruption. no, she's all smiles as she shifts to face him, a wicked grin that crinkles the corners of her eyes and teases a dimple from her cheeks. )
I guess that depends on what you plan on buying me. ( a bold faced lie. ) I should warn you, I'm pretty demanding.
( #inbed. )
( of all the things this girl could say, that's not the one she was expecting. especially because nobody — nobody — has ever associated rising tide with daisy johnson. it's always been skye. that was just a part of her life, the chapter that felt like eons ago; it was behind her now. she was an agent, a capable one, not just a hacktivist trying aimlessly to blunt force trauma her way into social change.
but, still, the name earns recognition. daisy stops short, brow furrowed without pretense or any attempt to hide it. ) You know about — wait a second. ( because this? this could totally be a set-up. a shitty, weird, super bizarre one. but still, a trap. general ackbar and all. )
What the hell is going on here?
but, still, the name earns recognition. daisy stops short, brow furrowed without pretense or any attempt to hide it. ) You know about — wait a second. ( because this? this could totally be a set-up. a shitty, weird, super bizarre one. but still, a trap. general ackbar and all. )
What the hell is going on here?
( raleigh can be a little demanding himself but he doesn't mind a little give and take. he demands it, almost, and he's glad to know that daisy's going to give him a run for his money in that department. he leans in, chances brushing a lock of hair back off her cheek. )
Yeah? How demanding? I can be a pretty good do-boy when I have to be.
Yeah? How demanding? I can be a pretty good do-boy when I have to be.
( don't give her any ideas. )
I guess it depends on what you're into. The boots and whip are usually too much for a first date.
( is she kidding? she's probably kidding. she doesn't own a whip, anyway, and her boots are mostly pretty worn-in from being on the ground so much these days. not that she'd be opposed, really. at least not immediately. she could work up to that. maybe after some wining and dining, she might be persuaded to get weird in her off hours. it's not like her on hours aren't weird enough on their own. )
I guess it depends on what you're into. The boots and whip are usually too much for a first date.
( is she kidding? she's probably kidding. she doesn't own a whip, anyway, and her boots are mostly pretty worn-in from being on the ground so much these days. not that she'd be opposed, really. at least not immediately. she could work up to that. maybe after some wining and dining, she might be persuaded to get weird in her off hours. it's not like her on hours aren't weird enough on their own. )
Did you have to physically remember how to spell it to get it on this text or did you copy and paste from Google?
My bad.
Clearly, I just never noticed the very random face tattoo when we mutiverse-facetimed.
Clearly, I just never noticed the very random face tattoo when we mutiverse-facetimed.
Edited 2018-05-11 02:10 (UTC)
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