[ differences in magical composition, she says, and he shoots her a curious look. did that sort of thing feel different? she has a wand, surely it was just wave and—
(yeah, no, probably not.)
—his spider-sense hasn't quite been the same, he mentally acknowledges; and he thinks, momentarily, of the spider totem and everything to do with — that. of his disdain and ezekiel pointing out that, actually, spiders don't have a miraculous sense of precognition that warns them of impending danger and that flossy the magic spider wasn't quite as ridiculous as it first sounded. so sure.
differences in magical composition, why ever not. ] —The question is: why is the planet still so green, [ he comments, idly. four months in, and the fact that there are plants and trees that have yet to wither and die is still bugging him and no-one's been able to present an answer for it.
(reed would have a field day here, he's certain of it, and there's frankly not a day that he doesn't wish this was simply some misadventure with the fantastic four, like when they'd ended up on that world that inadvertently worshipped them as gods (or something), and then suddenly, it was two months later back on earth, and—.)
then she asks about his wrist again, and he makes a noise that could be the start of a 'no', but just ends up being a soft 'nnn—', before: ] —The ferry, [ he says, like that explains everything, waving his other hand back towards the water. ]
I just pulled it, or bent it in a direction it's not supposed to bend. It'll be fine, I'm not—. [ beat. ] Look, I'm not asking you to be my personal dryer and nurse. It's just uncomfortable, so I'm going to segue this into a: hi, Hermione, welcome to Beacon, arrivals generally don't involve mutiny and sinking, did you have any questions that don't make me look as if I spoke to you just because you have a stick that does things when you speak — Latin?
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(yeah, no, probably not.)
—his spider-sense hasn't quite been the same, he mentally acknowledges; and he thinks, momentarily, of the spider totem and everything to do with — that. of his disdain and ezekiel pointing out that, actually, spiders don't have a miraculous sense of precognition that warns them of impending danger and that flossy the magic spider wasn't quite as ridiculous as it first sounded. so sure.
differences in magical composition, why ever not. ] —The question is: why is the planet still so green, [ he comments, idly. four months in, and the fact that there are plants and trees that have yet to wither and die is still bugging him and no-one's been able to present an answer for it.
(reed would have a field day here, he's certain of it, and there's frankly not a day that he doesn't wish this was simply some misadventure with the fantastic four, like when they'd ended up on that world that inadvertently worshipped them as gods (or something), and then suddenly, it was two months later back on earth, and—.)
then she asks about his wrist again, and he makes a noise that could be the start of a 'no', but just ends up being a soft 'nnn—', before: ] —The ferry, [ he says, like that explains everything, waving his other hand back towards the water. ]
I just pulled it, or bent it in a direction it's not supposed to bend. It'll be fine, I'm not—. [ beat. ] Look, I'm not asking you to be my personal dryer and nurse. It's just uncomfortable, so I'm going to segue this into a: hi, Hermione, welcome to Beacon, arrivals generally don't involve mutiny and sinking, did you have any questions that don't make me look as if I spoke to you just because you have a stick that does things when you speak — Latin?