[ so it's not urgent business, nor pressing need for social niceties. daisy hums a bar or two in consideration before making herself comfortable. there's an old folding table that she hops up onto, seating herself next to a rough-looking box of scrap metal and broken gadgetry, all rescued from local junkyards and trash piles.
after a beat, her hands begin to move, a fluid motion of palms and fingers around invisible bubbles in the air; under her sweater, the familiar blue glow swells and falls in time to a silent rhythm. in time with the beat, pieces from the box begin to lift into the air, molding themselves and slotting into place bit by bit, forming the shell of what will eventually become part of a larger project. there's a casualness to the way she works that betrays her comfort here. this abandoned building has been good to her. ]
Depends on the day, [ she eventually offers, a shrug tying off the thought. ] I try to meet as many newbies as I can, show them that they don't have to be afraid of what they can do. They can learn to control it, you know? But I did this back home, too, so I guess I'm biased.
[ dick moves out of her way. cautiously examining how the pieces fit together.
he does not hate metahumans. but he will always be wary of those with abilities above human. not everyone is clark or diana. and even they have human flaws that can be exploited. ]
You helped people with their newfound abilities? [ he's too cynical now to show his wonder, but watching this happen is pretty cool. ]
I did. [ no shame in that, but rather a thread of pride that warms her voice, though her attention doesn't waver from her work. ] I led a team, back home. We'd find Inhumans that had triggered their abilities, helped them figure out how to use them, how to be safe with them if they couldn't control them. Made sure they didn't hurt themselves or anybody else in the process.
[ she pauses, peering up at him for a moment before her gaze drops again. ]
I miss that, sometimes. But I like to think I'm doing something important here, too.
Part alien, yeah. Descended from humans that were experimented on by the Kree, with latent superpowers that only unlock from exposure to terrigen crystals. It's supposed to be this whole... important ceremony, but —
[ she stops for a moment, something painful in her expression that's quickly swallowed down. it's hard to talk about afterlife and what her mother had done without bearing the brunt of that guilt. ]
A bunch of terrigen crystals got dumped in the ocean, bled out in the water. They got into the food supply, fish oil vitamins, that sort of this. People all over, all suddenly sprouting powers they were never prepared for.
Pure terrigen crystals — if you break them, there's a mist that comes out. Triggers terrigenesis in Inhumans, makes anybody else cough a little bit. They're hard to replicate, though. The ones that got made wound up corrupted, I guess; anybody who breathed in the mist from those who wasn't Inhuman wound up dead.
[ the diviner's metal turned their bodies into stone which then cracked and broke into pieces, but you know, whatever. ]
My mom decided she was going to kill as many people as possible with those crystals. I got them away from her... but they wound up in the water. Nobody died, but nobody was expecting to go through that just from popping their daily vitamin, you know?
[ it's half jiaying's fault for trying to kill all of humanity, half daisy's fault for trying to stop her. ]
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after a beat, her hands begin to move, a fluid motion of palms and fingers around invisible bubbles in the air; under her sweater, the familiar blue glow swells and falls in time to a silent rhythm. in time with the beat, pieces from the box begin to lift into the air, molding themselves and slotting into place bit by bit, forming the shell of what will eventually become part of a larger project. there's a casualness to the way she works that betrays her comfort here. this abandoned building has been good to her. ]
Depends on the day, [ she eventually offers, a shrug tying off the thought. ] I try to meet as many newbies as I can, show them that they don't have to be afraid of what they can do. They can learn to control it, you know? But I did this back home, too, so I guess I'm biased.
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he does not hate metahumans. but he will always be wary of those with abilities above human. not everyone is clark or diana. and even they have human flaws that can be exploited. ]
You helped people with their newfound abilities? [ he's too cynical now to show his wonder, but watching this happen is pretty cool. ]
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[ she pauses, peering up at him for a moment before her gaze drops again. ]
I miss that, sometimes. But I like to think I'm doing something important here, too.
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he misses rachel. kory. even gar.
he catches himself worrying for rose too. ]
The Inhumans, they're like... [ he doesn't have to pretend. the definition is tough to deduce from what she said ] aliens?
[ it's blunt. but he can't pretend more familiarity with powers than knowing the justice league and stuff ]
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[ she stops for a moment, something painful in her expression that's quickly swallowed down. it's hard to talk about afterlife and what her mother had done without bearing the brunt of that guilt. ]
A bunch of terrigen crystals got dumped in the ocean, bled out in the water. They got into the food supply, fish oil vitamins, that sort of this. People all over, all suddenly sprouting powers they were never prepared for.
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A coming of age thing. Okay.
[ he can act like a human figuring this out. it's all new to him anyway. ]
An accident? Or... [ he looks sheepish. ] Sorry, just trying to get the whole picture here.
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[ her mouth twists for a moment, considering. ]
Pure terrigen crystals — if you break them, there's a mist that comes out. Triggers terrigenesis in Inhumans, makes anybody else cough a little bit. They're hard to replicate, though. The ones that got made wound up corrupted, I guess; anybody who breathed in the mist from those who wasn't Inhuman wound up dead.
[ the diviner's metal turned their bodies into stone which then cracked and broke into pieces, but you know, whatever. ]
My mom decided she was going to kill as many people as possible with those crystals. I got them away from her... but they wound up in the water. Nobody died, but nobody was expecting to go through that just from popping their daily vitamin, you know?
[ it's half jiaying's fault for trying to kill all of humanity, half daisy's fault for trying to stop her. ]
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destruction on that scale isn't new to him. but it still sucks. and daisy's mom? yeah.
he's thinking of talia. that some things across all worlds don't seem like they change.
they should never form a club. ]
Sounds like a real peach. But nobody died. [ daisy's own words. so it's not like he's pulling fake reassurance out of nowhere. ]
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Yeah. Nobody died from that, anyway. [ people sure have died otherwise, though. ] But that was... I don't know, two, maybe three years ago?
[ time is weird. could have been five. nobody knows. ]
Shit happens. You just keep going.