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frost_jewel) wrote2013-09-27 10:16 am
frost_jewel) wrote2013-09-27 10:16 am
20. [mostly action]
[Mia has been through a lot recently. The invasion wasn't so terrible, but its aftermath and the information surrounding it dealt a blow she still hasn't been able to face properly. Then, some of her dearest people went on a mission that continues to tear them apart inside - and may do a similar thing to all of them in due time, depending on what happens as a result. Then she became, briefly, herself but a few years younger, which might sound like a reprieve but was really just a way of delaying the inevitable backlash. Mia knows better than to think that that might be the 'punishment' coming to them after aiding in the implementation of a shift explosive.
In all that time, the way she interacts with people shifted, too. She is as friendly and welcoming as ever, but in some places more...distracted-seeming, perhaps, or carrying an air of professional civility instead of closeness. If anything, her tenure as pre-adventure Mia only reinforced her ability to stand at that distance.
Things haven't much calmed down, but she can't think of a time better than the present to take care of some things she's put off since the invasion happened. Shuffling them all around her work schedule means it happens at odd hours, but that's just how things have to be. She seeks out specific friends of hers, and stops by the plaza clinic to see who might be around. It isn't her usual routine, but she also goes to the cafe - though hardly a coffee drinker - for a change of pace. The gallery too.
Sometime in the afternoon, she finds a quiet corner to attempt to send a filtered message to Luceti's newest in-world resident, without knowing exactly how:]
Could we speak about a few things in person?
[It might work, it might not.
No matter how that turns out, as night falls she'll skip training, opting to visit the beach instead. To walk along the water with her bare feet in the sand and...hope that helps, somehow.]
[[ooc: Building walls with lego-bricks made of words, around here. Go nuts! Just not totally nuts.]]
In all that time, the way she interacts with people shifted, too. She is as friendly and welcoming as ever, but in some places more...distracted-seeming, perhaps, or carrying an air of professional civility instead of closeness. If anything, her tenure as pre-adventure Mia only reinforced her ability to stand at that distance.
Things haven't much calmed down, but she can't think of a time better than the present to take care of some things she's put off since the invasion happened. Shuffling them all around her work schedule means it happens at odd hours, but that's just how things have to be. She seeks out specific friends of hers, and stops by the plaza clinic to see who might be around. It isn't her usual routine, but she also goes to the cafe - though hardly a coffee drinker - for a change of pace. The gallery too.
Sometime in the afternoon, she finds a quiet corner to attempt to send a filtered message to Luceti's newest in-world resident, without knowing exactly how:]
Could we speak about a few things in person?
[It might work, it might not.
No matter how that turns out, as night falls she'll skip training, opting to visit the beach instead. To walk along the water with her bare feet in the sand and...hope that helps, somehow.]
[[ooc: Building walls with lego-bricks made of words, around here. Go nuts! Just not totally nuts.]]
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Logan felt like he ought to push for more. But Mia had never needed him like the others did, so he'd not quite ever paid her much attention. Maybe he was wrong, but he wasn't the sort that ever put himself out there for being reliable. So this. This was good enough.
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"Have you...talked to Rogue lately?"
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"I'm the last person she wants to see."
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"I don't want to push her, but I would like to know what it is that gives her so much trust in him."
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It was hard to blame her. A life without any kind of intimacy was a hard one to live. Loki offered a way around that. Of course she gave him the benefit of the doubt. Far more than a monster like him deserved.
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That was no leading question. Logan was hard to read on good days; for once, she asked what he thought instead of trying to guess.
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No, he was sure. Dead certain. It was the last one. It was just a matter of how long it took for her to realize it was.
"She just ain't yet realized she deserves better'n him."
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Logan had a point, too. Rogue deserved someone great. Was Loki great?
More inclined to trust her housemates, Tony, and Pepper than something as heart-changing as the thought of love, Mia nodded.
"She does deserve the best."
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"Well, I won't keep you any longer."
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"Good night, blue."