[ Jessica thought she had seen it all. Like literally seen it all—one of her dumb friends wears a scarf over his face when he needs to quickly step into vigilante gear and another's got cat-like reflexes and a pocketful of so much guilt Jessica wishes she could punch it into smithereens.
But this guy. This stupid fucking guy with his stupid sword that he pulled out of some stupid stone needs her help.
She hates that Malcolm took the call.
Sitting at her desk in her apartment, her bottle of whiskey's by her feet. Apparently it's not professional for her to keep it out on her desk for everyone to see, but she sure as hell wishes she had it now. She stares at him like he's grown a second head. ]
I need a drink.
[ But she doesn't lean down to grab her bottle. Instead, she rests her elbows on her desk and looks at Arthur over her clasped hands. ]
I know who you are and I know what special, freaky thing you carry that makes you pretty scary. Why do you need my help getting your friend back?
[ She knows why. Except for Luke, she's the only goddamn person in New York who has the ability to break down doors with a simple press of her finger. Unlike Luke, she can jump really high.
Unlike everyone she knows, she feels like she has to make up for letting Trish get that far away from herself, hence this conversation and hence her giving into Arthur's request she help him rescue his friend from some crazy dude.
It's just another day in the office. ]
back at you! hopefully this isn't just a confusing mess
[ Arthur's normal reaction to a beautiful woman looking like she would like to punch him in the face would probably be some cheeky flirting, but he doesn't have time for that kind of shit right now.
In the last couple of months, everything he's ever cared about has been taken from him. Things he though were just fiction have become real enough to kick him right in the balls, and all because of this fucking sword that he can't even completely control even if supposedly he is the only one who is able to.
Now, he knows that his usual intimidation tactics won't be worth shit in a confrontation with a woman who could probably snap him like a twig if she felt like it, so he keeps his tone even and reasonably polite, even if the clear tension in... pretty much his whole body probably makes it perfectly clear that he is anything but calm at the moment. ]
Friends. Plural. And one of them is a kid.
[ He removes the sword belt that keeps Excalibur strapped to his back and drops it all with a heavy thunk on Jessica's desk. ]
My uncle wants this, and me, in exchange for them. You can probably figure out what the chances are of him actually following through with that if he gets what he wants, and that's why I need your help. If he kills me, he can control Excalibur. You might still have a decent chance of taking him down if that happens.
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i hope this works! figure we can do a crime boss kidnapping. c:
But this guy. This stupid fucking guy with his stupid sword that he pulled out of some stupid stone needs her help.
She hates that Malcolm took the call.
Sitting at her desk in her apartment, her bottle of whiskey's by her feet. Apparently it's not professional for her to keep it out on her desk for everyone to see, but she sure as hell wishes she had it now. She stares at him like he's grown a second head. ]
I need a drink.
[ But she doesn't lean down to grab her bottle. Instead, she rests her elbows on her desk and looks at Arthur over her clasped hands. ]
I know who you are and I know what special, freaky thing you carry that makes you pretty scary. Why do you need my help getting your friend back?
[ She knows why. Except for Luke, she's the only goddamn person in New York who has the ability to break down doors with a simple press of her finger. Unlike Luke, she can jump really high.
Unlike everyone she knows, she feels like she has to make up for letting Trish get that far away from herself, hence this conversation and hence her giving into Arthur's request she help him rescue his friend from some crazy dude.
It's just another day in the office. ]
back at you! hopefully this isn't just a confusing mess
In the last couple of months, everything he's ever cared about has been taken from him. Things he though were just fiction have become real enough to kick him right in the balls, and all because of this fucking sword that he can't even completely control even if supposedly he is the only one who is able to.
Now, he knows that his usual intimidation tactics won't be worth shit in a confrontation with a woman who could probably snap him like a twig if she felt like it, so he keeps his tone even and reasonably polite, even if the clear tension in... pretty much his whole body probably makes it perfectly clear that he is anything but calm at the moment. ]
Friends. Plural. And one of them is a kid.
[ He removes the sword belt that keeps Excalibur strapped to his back and drops it all with a heavy thunk on Jessica's desk. ]
My uncle wants this, and me, in exchange for them. You can probably figure out what the chances are of him actually following through with that if he gets what he wants, and that's why I need your help. If he kills me, he can control Excalibur. You might still have a decent chance of taking him down if that happens.