@Raijinslayer
How does Riley's alien face/plant water equal holy water? o~o
Edit: I probably missed something, hence the confusion ^///^
@Liliya
Depends on who's the most receptive to her upbeat, chaotic, weird bullshit. But Ian's already one of the two connections and is already considered quite receptive to it.
I don't think it should be Ian. I mean, do whatever, but I love the idea that he's supposedly this total lust demon incubus thing, but literally none of the girls on the team seem to pay his, "charms," any mind.
@Raijinslayer Is Ian into Riley? Like, does it bother him that she's a guy half the time?
Although, I had an idea at one point that Riley totally stole the guy that Alex has been crushing on since she was five. I never put it out, but I still have it somewhere...
The rest of those idiots, though… I didn’t, I really didn’t care about any of them. I never set out to
try to care about any of them, either. I
don’t treat them well. I mean, I literally live in a mansion that they’ve never seen, and probably never will. I’m sure as shit not purposefully putting myself, Andrea and my mother along with who knows who else in danger by giving any of them any information about my actual identity. I know Riley is homeless. She doesn’t say anything, at least not to me, but it isn’t all that hard to see through her. I’m not Felitrix smart, but I’m not stupid. She’s an alien castaway, obviously doesn’t have a job lacking papers, and even with that skeevy pheromone thing I doubt she’s conned anyone into letting her live at their home in Halcyon City of all places rent free. Apartments here cost two thousand double dollars a month for a person sized tube, even doing questionable shit she wouldn’t be worth enough to pay for a place to live. My mom owns three properties and, using shell companies for obvious security reasons, the Guardians have a network of safe houses, apartments, armories, hangers, even a warehouse with one of those diving tank pools that super soldiers use to train for open ocean ops. I could have her on a monthly stipend and put her up in a Guardian apartment tomorrow just on the basis of her being a super on a team I belong to, mom loves throwing money my way to make herself feel better about never being around, but I
choose not to.
Why? Well, first of all, I don’t want her or anyone else on the team for that matter knowing that I have access to the Guardians or can request their assistance, monetarily or otherwise. I mean, they aren’t stupid, obviously they know that Lodestar is the mother of, “Polaris,” and everyone and their mother knows about Lodestar and her stupid jet, and chances are anyone with a jet is probably worth enough to be able to pay for a two thousand double dollar tube for a fellow super, but that isn’t the same as knowing that I, Alex, can get cash monies from the grown up supers, for business stuff anyway. If this team finds itself in real danger, I’ll beep my mom. Until then, we get by with what resources we can scrounge together, which is basically enough to buy coffee and hang out in the alley behind the Circle-K. If we can’t do it on our own, what kind of super heroes are we? Hell no am I going to Gravitron or my mom unless my back is to the wall for realzies. Also, her f#$%ing pheromone thing got the quarterback of the high school football team, Riley, beautiful guy, really, crawling all over her. I mean, not like I ever asked him out or anything, but he pays more attention to her than to me. Before her, there were other girls I guess, but at least they played it fair and square, and he always talked to me first. She waltzes in and next thing you know he’s looking her way an awful f#$%ing lot, and it is
not because of anything natural… Bitch.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t care if she got hurt, though. I mean, I kinda want to smack the shit out of that little, --, whatever she is, but if someone else put a hand on that girl in a bad way I’d rip it off and beat them with it, and I know that if I saw her crying I’d break the f#$% down and cry right along with her. I dunno, it’s confusing, maybe I don’t have all my shit together, but that’s how it is between me and her, on my part anyway.
