Its A Good Thing Knowing Incense Exists, Cause I Used To Do That Around The School Whenever He Smoked

“It’s a good thing knowing incense exists, cause I used to do that around the school whenever he smoked in an area. But while I will agree it is nasty, Logan’s body is constantly regenerating, so his lungs are protected in a sense. Still nasty though, not sure why he did it in your guys' kitchen. He’s just an old man who doesn’t give a flip about where he does it as long as he does it.”

“Though not gonna lie, there’s an opportunity for profit on that kind of thing. Maybe make a hot tub product; ‘Hot Storm’. Stay where you are, lemme see what I find, hopefully.”

She disappears around the corner into the other room. A couple minutes later, she comes back, dumping a pile of clothes onto the table, ranging from different eras. However, she keeps a jacket close to her. One with orange rings nearing the sleeves.

“Pick what you like, just avoid any flapper dresses. I don’t think they’re ready for accidental incineration yet.”

“…”

“Do I even wanna know why you guys got started with an insult match, to begin with? Why’d you even try to insult him, to begin with? The guy’s older than me, meaning he has a lot of material than probably the both of us combined.”

“As much as I’d like to have a nice heater, I’d rather it didn’t feel like the tropics in the middle of summer, so lemme see what I can find.”

Immediately she takes a double look as she scoots back upon realizing he had a fucking dragon. Her wand was useless in this situation, cause there was a chance of being burned to a crisp. She sat in shock and awe as she saw the details of the dragon coming into full view.

She removes her hand away from her wand and shows both of them to him, indicating she doesn’t want to hurt him. And she doesn’t wish to be hurt either.

“I’m uh, Dana. If this area’s yours I’ll leave. I-I don’t want any trouble, please.”

She’s a little scared and she’s starting to take the stuff that was out back into her backpack, getting ready to leave immediately, as soon as her knees stop trembling.

Dark times of the Scaled Sides

She raised an eyebrow in confusion. Her breathing slows down as she forces herself to calm down. She’s still afraid, and nervous considering he is the first person she has encountered during her running. One that has trained dragons. 

That wasn’t her strongest suit. It was more of defense against the dark arts, offensive spells, herbalism. Even though she’s learned some off-brand techniques thanks to an old annotated book she found in the storage rooms learning in whatever time she’s had on the run.

She’s taken aback by his generosity towards a stranger like her. As she goes to object, she could feel her empty stomach clawing at her and so, for now, she admits defeat. Sighing, she stands up after getting her backpack sorted out. Slinging it on her back, she looked around before answering nervously.

“Food wouldn’t hurt, would it?”

Dark times of the Scaled Sides

She sighed laying her head back against the edge. She thinks about the bad blood that not only began when he blasted off her arm, but also for the envy she held for him because he was the one Jean reciprocated feelings to. On top of that, she often was handed reports of Scott’s actions from overseas so as to create a plan of attack in order to protect citizens, both human and mutant alike. This during her time as MI5 of course.

Her stomach felt like there was a heavy pit any time she recieved such reports. He was better than her in so many ways yet he had started to stoop so low. There was no enjoyment upon knowing what he did while she was what was considered at the top. But in the end they had both fallen. Stooping low. Taking another deep breathe, she considered his words. He was right, she cared about them. She tried to do as much as she could for them in MI5, and even now she would continue to do so.

She had missed so much in their times of need. She wasn’t there when they needed her the most. She needed to be here for this one. To help them now, as a way of coming back and making up for it. This wasn’t about Scott and their bad blood. This was about helping the ones she cared for the most. Kicking Scott right where the sun didn’t shine could wait. This event couldn’t. Sighing again, calmer now, the black veins faintly visible now, she turned at him.

“You are right about me caring about them. So how can I help? I’m listening.”

When Friends Know No Better

@warrioroflondonbelow @multitudescontained

“I don’t know if it’s possible, but in buddhist culture, the soul’s basically recycled into something, or in your case, someone new. That being said, maybe there’s a part of you that didn’t want to let go and so that stayed. Maybe it became to much so something had to give?”

“With that being said, be careful with Carter or whoever he is. There may be something he remembers that you don’t. Maybe some shared history that went sour?”

“On my homeworld… they call me Shayera. I have a few different names, but that’s the one I believe in right now. I’m not… tied to Katar, not in the same way, now that I’ve been divided into two people. There’s me, and there’s Kendra.”

“As for Katar… there’s him, there’s Carter, but I don’t know how separate they are, really. That… remains to be seen.”