Part 1.75 of 2! (So 3 of 4) — Haha, my bad :P. Sorry, sorry, but what can I say? A story needs plot, and plot needs development. Creds to the amazing @shadowfear-art as this is all based off their equally amazing au! Enjoy :3
Fandom: Borderlands | Prompt: Angel is roughly 2-4, and since Jack’s a workaholic, she doesn’t really get the amount attention she wants. So naturally, Angel finds someone who will pay attention to her. | Pairing: Rhack | AU
With thoughts of the strangeness that occurred before the elevator had descended pushed into the back of his mind, Rhys had still begun feeling a mounting tension in the air around the office spaces he and Angel passed, and how unusually quiet – and empty – the halls were. On the bright side, the pair had made it down to the transit without much pause.
The platform was empty save for the shuttle driver and a security officer, who held up a pausing hand to Rhys before he and Angel could board. “Ah, sorry, but this sector is on lockdown. No one goes in or out. ‘Fraid I’ll have to ask that you return the way you came.”
“A lockdown? Is that why everyone’s more uptight then usual?” Rhys initiated a light conversation.
The officer shrugged, putting one hand on her hip and dragging a hand through her short blonde curls. “Yeah, well, that’s what I was told anyways. ‘Course no one ever thinks to actually tell me anythin’ more then that.”
Rhys sucked in a knowing breath, nodding his head slowly. “I feel that. Sucks though that we can’t be heading out. Sorry, little one.” Rhys looked down meeting Angel’s gaze, squeezing her hand lightly in his own.
“Yeah, sorry ‘bout that. Where were ya headed though? If you don’t mind me askin’ ‘course.” The officer put out there, tucking her arms against her chest as she offered Angel a kind smile, who in turn moved closer to Rhys, giving his hand a squeeze.
“We were just headed to the Hub, it’s fine. We’ll just be heading back.” Rhys tossed his head casually in the direction he and Angel had come.
“But I’m hungry…” Angel whispered, gripping onto Rhys’ pant leg,her voice so small Rhys almost hadn’t caught it.
Pity welled up in the officer’s eyes as Rhys forced a flustered smile before he crouched down to Angel’s height, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her up. “A lockdown is a lockdown, sweetheart. It’ll probably lift soon anyways, okay?” Rhys noticed the officer looking down at the EchoComm she held before she nodded to herself.
“Um, hey wait… This shuttle is actually headed to the Hub to stay until the lockdown is lifted, and I’m going off with it… an’ even if the shops are closed down, you’ll be right on your way to the living quarters. I don’t see why you two can’t tag along?”
Rhys’ eyebrows rose as he turned back to face the officer. “Are you sure? I wouldn’t want you to get in any kind of trouble, Miss…”
“Karen, call me Karen. An’ I’m sure no one would be angry at me for helpin’ out a man and his little girl. Get aboard, I’ll tell the driver to push off, alright?” She smiled, then turned to give the shuttle driver the word.
As Rhys opened his mouth to correct the woman, Angel wiggled out of his grasp and skipped onto the shuttle, emitting a thrilled ‘yay!’ Before adding, “C’mon, Rice!”
Rhys pursed his lips, following after with a grumpy expression. “Alright, alright, settle down. Just because there’s room to run doesn’t mean we can’t just sit down and have a rest instead, okay?”
“What?” Angel had made it the length of the end of the transit car and halfway back before pausing, cocking her head to the side and giving Rhys a quizzical look.
“You don’t need to run around. Come sit, please.” Rhys patted the empty spot next to him.
“Mm, no.” She giggled, twirling around the passenger pole clumsily.
The security officer, Karen, chuckled as she entered the car, the exit doors sliding shut noiselessly behind her. “Troubles?” She asked, taking a seat across the aisle from Rhys.
“No, no. She’s been like this for the better part of the day.” He sighed, sitting back, attention still on Angel. “You could at least sit down while the train gets going so you don’t fall down.”
Angel, who’d taken up walking over the seats like they were a tight rope, stopped directly in front of Rhys, puffing out her cheeks then blowing out a sigh. “Okay…” She said in defeat before spinning around and dropping herself in his empty lap. “I sit.”
Rhys shook his head, trying to hide a smile. “I knew you’d come around.”
Though her primary expression put across that she didn’t really understand all of what he’d just said, she still blew a raspberry at him, that he didn’t hesitate to return, tickling her side and making her giggle.
Karen smiled across the way, crossing one leg over the other at the knee as the shuttle finally started moving. Sitting forward she commented, “You two are so adorable together.”
Rhys shrugged, features relaxed as Angel shifted around to face forwards in his lap. “It’s all her, really.”
“Mm. Uh, sorry I didn’ ask sooner, but I don’t think I caught your name?”
“Oh, yeah, it’s-”
“Rice!” Angel interjected, resting her head back and looking up at Rhys with large happy eyes and a wide grin.
“- Rhys. It’s Rhys.” He corrected, poking Angel lightly in the tummy.
“Rhys… That’s a nice name! And what about you sweetie? What’s your name?”
“Angel.” Angel replied, pulling Rhys’ hands onto her lap and pressing her palms to him, paying now real attention to the blonde woman.
“Oh, that’s a pretty name. Did your mommy give it to you?”
Rhys stiffened, Angel however, did not change in her blatant disregard for the woman. “No, daddy did. Mummy ‘eft.”
Karen looked from Angel to Rhys, a remorseful expression across her face. “I am so sorry, oh, I just keep messin’ up today, don’t I? Oh goodness…”
“I-it’s alright.” Rhys said awkwardly. This was really getting a little out of hand…
Karen nodded, but the sympathy remained in her gaze as she addressed Angel again. “Well, it’s still a lovely name. It really is. And I’m sure you and your daddy are very happy together, right? Oh, of course…”
Rhys’ forced smile started to falter as Karen started going a little overboard in efforts to fix what she seemed to see as an irredeemable mistake. Angel however, didn’t seem to notice the growing awkwardness in the shuttle car. “Mhmm, me, Daddy, and Rice! Super happy!” She bounced, making Rhys’ hands clap together.
A frown crossed Karen’s face that reflected in Rhys’ own, until it clicked. “I’m Rice.” He said more to himself then to the blonde, who was still looking a little lost.
It was then that Angel let out a tiny gasp. “Dat mean TWO daddies!” She said in an aghast whisper.
“Oh! I see, how lucky are you?”
“Lots!” Angel cheered, at last making eye contact with the security officer. “’Course Daddy a’ways let me do anyfin I want. Rice don’t.” She pouted, leaning her head back to look at Rhys with big eyes again.
“Well, I guess that just means I’m the more responsible one.” Rhys commented without properly letting the progression of the situation sink in.
“What’s ‘reponsib’ mean?”
Rhys blanked for a good couple of seconds, now aware that he’d more-or-less just bashed a man he’d never met, and who also happened to be this little girl’s father. Whoopsie. “Uh, it, uh… Well, it means when someone, uh… Y’know, does stuff, and thinks about that stuff before they do that stuff…” Rhys trailed off, feeling Karen’s sympathetic eye on him.
“Okay.” Angel hummed in a bored, completely disinterested tone.
Silence enveloped the shuttle for the rest of the way, save for Angel’s tuneless humming and the soothing sound of steel gliding over electric rails. Rhys couldn’t have been more thankful for that.
“Sir, it’s Fitz, sir.”
Jack, who’d taken up lounging in the golden chair in his office again - very similarly to how he had been before this whole fiasco had taken place, expect his one hand was tucked under his chin rather then holding his resting brow – looked up at the holo screen. “Is your name s’posed to mean somethin’ to me?” Jack asked in obvious distaste.
“No. However, I might have news about the whereabouts of the targets. As my predecessor had failed to properly shut off this sector, I can guarantee that the pair are no longer in this area. They are however, somewhere in the Hub of Heroism, to which I’ve already taken the liberty of closing off and docking all transit lines to and from, Sir. As we speak, I am having multiple teams start from the outer districts and work their way toward the Central Hub. I figured you ought to know that there is a possibility that that is where they may either be headed, or already be, if they are in fact on a run of sorts.”
Jack sat up, feet planting firmly on the ground as his hands rested comfortably on the armrests of his chair. He allowed an impressed look cross his features. The first good news he’d heard all fucking day. “Congrats, kiddo, you just your ass a get-out-of-death free card. Can’t say the same for you old captain though. He’s like, super dead already. Got eyes on the cameras?”
“Yessir. I have what people I can spare from the search teams on that already.”
“Good boy- or girl… I can never tell with those stupid ass uniforms you all wear. Good job, worker, I guess.”
“Um… Were you not the one who decided on this as our uniform, Sir?”
“Duh, and you all look fucking dumb. It’s hilarious.” Jack had a good laugh before sitting forward and slamming his hands down on his desk, causing the image of Fitz to jitter. Either because they legitimately jumped themself, or because Jack had actually managed to make the holo screen move. “Now, enough chit-chat, find them. And I want to deal with this fucking bandit myself, so let me know the moment you have their exact location. Got it?”
“I got it.”
Jack nodded, turning his chair to get up, only to find the link hadn’t been disconnected yet. “Are you deaf? I just-”
“I- I know, sir, sorry, sir, but when I said ‘I got it’, I literally meant I got it. I have their exact location on camera, that coupled with the report I received from an officer that confirmed they were somewhere in the Hub, I can safely say that they’re in the Central Hub. Almost directly outside of your office actually… Sir. Shall I send you a feed?”
Despite his initial desire to bitch about being cut off, the reasoning was more than enough to satiate his growing bloodlust. For now. “Thank you, Frats. It’d be just peachy if you could do that for me, pumpkin. And while your at it, lift that lockdown on everywhere but the centre.”
The officer frowned, but they still nodded. “Yessir. What should be done after that?”
“Absolutely nothing. You may have your teams guard access to the centre if you wish, but once I’ve had a look at this bastard, I fully intend to head down there myself. Ciao.”
The image of Fitz faded and was replaced with a live feed of the Central Hub. After some teasing of the camera’s focal point, Jack was able to easily find his daughter, walking hand in hand with some lanky guy like she were his kid. Jack continued to watch, turning up the volume on his speakers, cancelling out anything that wasn’t the two as the dude lead her toward the only open shop. A café of sorts.
“What do you mean, no? Didn’t you say you were hungry? Back on the platform?”
“No.” Jack watched as his little girl smiled, pulling away from the guy. “Play!”
The guy rolled his eyes, but didn’t actually look surprised by the turn of events. “We’re supposed to be here trying to find your daddy, remember, Angel? Hopefully clear things up before anything gets out of hand…” The said in a lower tone that Jack almost didn’t hear. To fucking late, buddy…
The guy looked around at the practically empty court, then looked back down to her. “Alright, I guess we can play, but then we have to find your dad. Okay?”
“Play!” Angel jumped up and down, clapping her hands, then took off without another word, catching him off guard.
“Angel! Angel wait!” The man took off after her.
Jack followed them via camera until they were running around in one of the small green parks that were set up in various places around the Hub. Jack was beginning to piece together what had actually happened to cause this whole disaster, and it had everything to do with the peculiar birthmark his daughter had. The underlying point being, it was time for Handsome Jack to make his appearance.
Please enjoy an electric rhinoceros gliding past the Sydney Opera House.
Source: The Other Sociologist.
[It is night. The water is still and the Sydney Opera House can be seen lit up in the distance. A boat sails past also lit up in pink. The camera pans to the sky, where various crossing lights are beaming across the cloudy night.]
A/N: I just got started, hope you guys will check this out! Don’t be afraid to send in requests, just no smut:x
The morning sunshine shined through the curtains, as you begin to stir in your sleep. You yawned before turning over and looked at your bedside clock through sleepy eyes and see that it was already 8.11AM… you were going to be late for the third time for the week. “Damn.” you cursed. You sat up quickly, and started to get ready.
It was another typical and tiring day at school, it was pretty tough when you had to live up to high expectations of parents and teachers. Needless to say, you was late for class that day and had a talk with the teacher. And apparently there’s someone couldn’t stop annoyin-
“Junhoe.” you groaned as he slammed into your side. He grinned, having you acknowledge his presence; hey, it’s Koo Junhoe
“Someone’s late for school for the fourth time for the week. How’s your talk-”
“It’s the third time not the fourth time, and I had a good time talking to the teacher” You cut him off. Junhoe rolled his eyes and before he can respond with sass, all he saw was your retreating figure walking off to the school gate.
“Wait for me.” He shouted, you turned around and look at him. Just as he thought you was slowing down for him, you picked up the pace and walked faster. He sighed, and ran after you. He got beside you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. You tried to shrug him off but he resisted you. You glared at him as if threatening to kill him if he don’t let go. Junhoe faked a gasp and retreated his hand around you instantly.
“Let’s go get some ice cream!” Junhoe dragged you by grabbing your wrist, you tried to retaliate but to no avail.
“Hi, can I help you?” the waitress dressed in pink apron, greeted Junhoe with a seductive cat-like grin on her face. You rolled your eyes at how obvious she was displaying her adoration for someone like that.
“two vanilla cones, one with hot fudge, one without.” Junhoe smiled, sending a wink to the waitress.
“Ew, gross.” you mumbled to yourself. Noticing that you were walking away, Junhoe grabbed the vanilla cones and catch up with you.
“Here you go, vanilla cone without any toppings” Junhoe passed you your vanilla cone. Just when you was about to thank him, “Be careful with it, you don’t want to stain your uniform.” there he goes, treating you as if you were three.
“You sound like my mum.” You sighed dramatically and started to enjoy your vanilla cone. It made you realized that indeed, ‘You can’t buy happiness but you can buy ice cream that’s kind of the same thing’
As you and Junhoe are walking home together, from the corner of your eye you saw him staring at you all the time and you got uncomfortable. “What?” You asked annoyingly.
“You got ice-cream smeared all over your lips.” He snickered.
“Where-” Junhoe slammed his lips onto yours, his face was burning up but he was doing something he’d been wishing to do for a long time. Your eyes widened as dropped your ice cream onto the floor and shoved him away perhaps a little bit too hard, but you could not comprehend what just happened. did koo junhoe just kissed you?!
“What are you doing? Junhoe.” you hissed and you ran back home. Junhoe stood rooted at his spot, his heart rate increased as he debated with himself if he just ruined your friendship with him. But you never talked about other guys in front of him before, you weren’t seeing anyone he was pretty sure of that. He couldn’t deny the fact that he was hurt when you pushed him away. Did you not feel the way he felt towards you?
Did he kissed you just to make fun of you? It’s not like he likes you that way right? You couldn’t believe that your first kiss just got stolen away from you like that, stolen by Koo Junhoe.
Two days had passed, and after the ice-cream kiss, you had yet to see Junhoe. He was majoring a different subjects so he wasn’t in any of your classes, things would get really awkward if you see him anyways.
It was lunch break now; the cafeteria would be filled with tons of people. Having no intention of eating, you chose to head to the library. You strolled your way down the narrow hallway. Just when you passed by the science labs, a hand grabbed your arm into one of the empty labs. His figure hovered over you as he had you cornered against the door. His scent was all too familiar to you, you didn’t even had to look up to see who it was.
“Junhoe…” you mumbled his name, slowly looking up to meet his gaze. He felt his heart rate increased just by having you look at him. He never knew that a girl can get him nervous just by looking at him, he licked his lips nervously and stared into your dark brown orbs, all he see was confusion, maybe a tinge bit of anger, but not any sign of adoration.
“Why?” He sighed before reaching forward to brush your fringe to the side that was covering the pair of eyes he fell in love with. You furrowed your eyebrows, confused by his action the other day and now. “Why did you run away when I kissed you?” You felt electricity having his thumb gliding over your bottom lip. The memories of him kissing you started flowing and caused another blush to color your face. You tried to find words to explain or rather get yourself out of this awkward situation, but nothing came out.
“Are you mad that I kissed you?” Junhoe .
“Huh?” Thousand of thoughts ran through your head. Were you mad? Yes, maybe not, you’re just really shocked by the fact that he kissed you out of the blue. Who was him to you? Enemy? Definitely not, he just liked annoying you but not to the point that made you hate him especially he helped you with homework sometimes. Best friend? No maybe yes, he was always around you. A crush? You couldn’t deny that he was attractive; his thick eyelashes, defined jawline. He was sassy and annoying but he can be sweet sometimes, he is charming when he smile and- You shook your head to shrug off the thoughts. You don’t like Junhoe that way, do you?
You were taking a little too long to respond, Junhoe scratched the back of his head thinking what he should say or rather explain his actions that day. “That day, I acted rashly.” he tilted his head and looked away from you. “Wait, I mean I shouldn’t have wanted to confess to you so hastily and end up scaring you away. I always wanted to tell you that I really like you. I always love to annoy you, be around you just because I like you. You never afraid to express yourself, you always work hard to archive what you want. I didn’t want anyone else to take your first kiss from you if it weren’t me, it’ll drive me crazy. I don’t know if-”
“Kiss me.” you requested, just a kiss to be sure of your feelings towards him, just a kiss to risk your friendship with him just to be with him, just a kiss to tell if you like Koo Junhoe. Although Junhoe hesitated at first, he placed his hands on your cheek, slowly leaned in and placed quivering lips against yours. He was disappointed that you weren’t responding to the kiss and when he was about to break away from you, he felt you giving into the kiss, slowly moving your lips against his plump ones. The kiss was an answer to all the doubts you had towards your feelings for him. Feeling the need to catch your breath, you slowly broke away.
“I like you too, Koo Junhoe” you grinned as you wrapped your arms around his torso. “Finally,” he sighed blissfully as he hugged you back.
“But why did you flirt with the waitress at the ice-cream shop if you wanted to confess the other day?” You pulled out from his warm and comfortable embrace and glared at him playfully. You couldn’t help but be mad by the fact that he was yours now but he flirted with the waitress at the ice-cream shop in front of you the other day.
“Are you jealous?” he smirked, earning a smack from you on his chest. “Ouch well I just wanted to see if you would be jealous. If you were, it’ll means that you actually like me but apparently, this little fluff ball did not and even commented ‘ew’ and walked away.” he said rubbing the spot where you smacked him and pouted cutely at you. “But well, now I have you now, and I promise that I won’t be flirting with anyone other than you.” Your face turned pink having Junhoe claimed you that you were his now and that he would never flirt with anyone but you. “So cute,” he pulled you back into his embrace, wrapping you in his arms tightly, promising himself that he would never let you run away again.
My fingers glided across the strings, the amp emitting an boisterous sound. I quietly sung supporting the band’s voice in front of the camera. Youtube Boyband was making an acoustic version of their released single. The nerves in my brains and my working hands were hacked by the melody of the song and the notes to the sheet.
I did a quick solo at the end, when the words died and the silence was born. “Thank you guys for donating,a little goes the long way.” Jim told the camera.
“We would like to thank the writers and people who helped in the process of this song.” Alfie waved his hands for dramatic effect.
“Our singing was probably horrible,” Marcus laughed. “But never the less we had fun.” Caspar finished his abrupt sentence.
“Please give a thumbs up if you think my girlfriend has amazing guitar skills.” Joe planted a warm kiss on my cheek.
I sat on the elevated wooden chair, my arms waved back and forth the sympathy calming the sadness flushed in m body. My eyes were shut as the pinnacle parts of the master piece came, a few tears rolled down my face. The beats in my chest quickened as my emotions were spilled out.
The song covered my feeling of sadness. I needed one for anger. I started with a jolt, my arm vigorously moving through every notes thrashing out at my music. I felt the stretched of the strings as the song climaxed. My head was moving through every direction feeling the music, my cello rejected the request to finish the song as the string broke.
“I am sorry.” Finn stood at the door way of our guest bedroom. He had a few tear stains of his cheek. His arms were wrapped around me, the anger and sadness washed away. “Now, lets get that string fixed shall we.”
The crowd surrounded around the brightened stage, their faces flushed with awe and the annoyance of being obligated to come. I sat down at the lowered bend, my fingers moving to every note. I smiled and closed my eyes, the keys were engraved in my memory.
The song sped up, adrenaline was pumped in my veins. I performed till the feeling was washed from my body. My delayed breath was finally released, I scurried off of the stage.
“That was amazing!” Jack threw me into his arms, spinning me around.
You were orphaned at a very young age, your parents were captured by Hydra when your mother was roughly 9 months pregnant. Hydra saw this as an opportunity and immediately after you were born they took you from your parents, executing them moments after. Months passed by and when you were 7 years old, the “treatments” began. Hydra managed to get their hands on a serum, but this was a very particular serum. When it was injected into it’s host it was rumored to give them special abilities. This serum could be identified by its metallic luster and the fact that it gave off a electrical charge. This serum would give its host electrical abilities; or it would kill them. Either way Hydra didn’t care enough to stop the experiments. A guard walked into your room, “Are you ready for your treatment?” He asked in a monotone voice.
“Am I sick?” The young girl asked the guard looking up at him with her (y/e/c) eyes, fear laced her features.
“It’s something like that.” The guard replied coldly. He lead you through several corridors and then you came to a room with a examination table. There the guard led you to the table and helped you onto it. He then strapped the young girls arms and legs to the table, inserted the needle and left. The young girl felt tears rising in her eyes, as the burning liquid slithered into her veins. The girls vision clouded as she began to scream and writhe beneath the restraints. Then there was nothing but darkness. When the child woke she was outside, being carried by someone. Snow fell from the sky making her shiver, she looked up to see the person carrying her. But the light obstructed her view and her hands flew to cover her now burning eyes. Moments later she was set down, sitting with her legs crisscrossed, she rubbed her eyes still trying to get used to the light. There then was a bunch of shouting voices and the whirring of a very powerful engine. And then everything was silent, and a soothing voice began to talk to her.
“Hi there kiddo” the voice cooed. At this point the girl could see, so she looked up from her hands to meet brown eyes. The man was in a metal gold and red suit and he smiled a cautious grin. She looked at him and began backing away from him. “We won’t hurt you, what’s your name?” He said soothingly.
“My name is (y/n).” She said without breaking eye contact with him. “Who are you?” She asked him as another man walked over to them.
“I’m Tony Stark and this is Nick Fury, we want to help you.”
This is how you became an agent of Shield, Fury took you in and raised you until you were 17. He refused to let you become a real agent, but you wanted to do something to help Shield. So you came to terms with him, whenever one of the Avengers needed to get away and clear their mind and or heal physically or mentally he was to send them to you. You thought there would never be any Avengers that would need healing, but there were people in and out of you house like bees in and out of their hive. Your house sat in a very remote part of New York, and it was closely monitored. It was nothing special to most, but it was home to you.
It was roughly 2:36 pm when you got a call from Fury, you answered the phone knowing it was him. “Hi Fury, what do you need?” You asked as you washed your dishes from lunch. Concentrating on a stubborn piece of food that just would not come off of a plate you sighed and scrubbed harder.
“I’m coming over for diner at about 5:30, what’s for diner?” He said casually. You grinned ear to ear, this was his code for telling you he was bringing an Avenger to live with you for a few weeks. When the stubborn piece of food finally gave up and was scrubbed off you thought about what you could have for dinner.
“How does steak sound, steak with mashed potatoes and corn?” You questioned him barely containing your excitement.
“Sounds good to me, see you then.” He said before hanging up. As soon as he hung up you smiled and began to put the clean dishes away, an extra bounce in your step was added to everything you did. You spun over to your stereo system and began blaring your favorite song as you started preparing diner. Spinning around your kitchen you started boiling the potatoes, that had been just peeled and cut. You sang along to the songs using the serving spoon as a microphone, dancing around the kitchen. Now the excitement flowing through your veins could almost be described as electric, gliding and rushing through you. It had been almost 4 months since the last Avenger had spent a month in your house. It had been Bruce and special precautions had to be kept around him, but it was nice none the less.
As the hours passed you continued with making the preparations for your new guest. You were setting the table when the doorbell rang, you jumped up and ran to the door, but contained your excitement and opened the door. Two people stood at the door, one was Fury and the other was a man you had never seen before. “Hello (y/n), it’s been a long time.”
Smiling you replied, “it’s only been 4 months” even though it seemed like an eternity. When Fury walked into the house your (y/e/c) eyes fell on the man standing there, his arms were crossed against his rather fit chest, he was tall around 6 feet tall and he towered over you. His enticing blue eyes locked with yours and melted you like ice cream on a hot day. He had some stubble on his chin that crawled up his jaw line and around his mouth which just added to his attractiveness, and his pink lips were curled in a grin.
“Well are you going to let him in?” Fury called from in the house. You turned and walked inside, the man followed you, peering over your shoulder you saw he walked quite stiffly, like he was in pain.
“What’s with the stud muffin?” You asked Fury in a quick whisper. He smiled and gestured to the man.
“This is Pietro Maximoff, or Quicksilver” he said grabbing his plate and filling it to the brim with food. It didn’t take much brain power to figure out what his secret was, he could obviously move faster than the next guy or well maybe everyone but what else was there to him.
“What’s for diner?” You heard a voice with a mesmerizing accent flow from Pietro’s mouth.
“Steak,” You smiled grabbing your plate, he looked at it for a moment and then shrugged ever so slightly forking a steak and filling his plate with the other foods on the table. You ran into the kitchen to grab cups and something to drink sighing to yourself, this was going to be a fun and interesting few months.
“Ahh, yes. The dreaded little electrical monstrosity. We in the science department aren’t too fond of this type of dragon. They feed on electrical outputs and outlets, therefore being a large pain in the ass when we need to use our equipment which is powered purely on electricity.
These guys can glide through the air rather than fly, riding on electrical waves of any sort. Certain ones propel them quicker than others. They can also manipulate smaller electronics, such as phones or small radios, if they so please. They are often known to be very mischievous when their owner isn’t around, getting into things they shouldn’t be getting into and acting like little angels when the owner returns, making finding a pet sitter hard to do for these creatures.
They can also travel through power lines, and sometimes the stronger alphas can manipulate much larger objects like tvs or even cars. They are often the cause of wrecks that involve telephone poles, as the wood is quite harmful to them.
Wood, and other electric-absorbing materials are toxic to them, and although they seem to be handling sitting on your wooden table alright, inside they are not. The insulators are physically draining your pet from the inside out. If you still do not understand, imagine having your insides slowly being pulled out of you as you are forced to not move. Yeah, not fun.
Although these guys terrorize our work place, we cannot help but to feel sympathy for the ones forced to go through their equivalent of cock fighting. Instead of actually fighting, it’s more of an endurance betting game to see who’s electrical beast can last longer than the rest while sitting on a highly insulated object. It gets pretty brutal if the pet tries to leave before the round is over. Yeah, the worst part is that this type of betting is not illegal.”
deleter and his pet dragon! originally the dragon was gonna be skill, but i really really wanted him to have a lightning-esque dragon and skill doesnt seem like an electric type to me ;w;
considering deleter can fly as it is i figured hed rather have a small companion to help with shenanigans
also i can never seem to draw deleter right and forget parts of his design fcuk