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"Oh, could you?" Oliver shook his head, "I hadn't realized I was in the presence of this city's savior." How many times had he come to this point? The urge to tell his sister the truth was more than just strong — it was practically sentient. She deserved to know, but Oliver knew that with that truth would come a danger. With their mother gone, Oliver had no intention of putting Thea in any further danger than she already was — living in this city did come with its repercussions, after all. But that was part of all this, why The Arrow needed to exist. One day, that would all change. He would see to it.

"I hate to break it to you, Speedy, but that guy's kind of overrated."

"Well, I don't like to brag..." She began and then smirked. "But yes. I could totally kick your butt." She poked him in the side with one toe. She could probably tell him all about Roy's association with the Arrow and how she wasn't particularly pleased with the guy either, but it made her realize she didn't know why Ollie apparently thought he was overrated.

She poked him again. "Oh, why am I so bad?" she said, continuing with the charade that she was the Arrow. Maybe he knew someone who worked with the guy? Roy hadn't told him...had he? She hadn't thought they were on great terms, but that could have changed in the months she'd been gone. After all, she had left both of them.

Elemental powers?

[he arches his brows, watches as the girl shifts and shows discomfort with absolutely no sympathy to offer. His mind is rather fixated on finding out what she can do. How she can do it and what the hell it means.]

Why do you have them?

Do you want the "I don't care, it's good" response?

[ They have their things, and Tony is usually the instigator. No one knows why. Pepper despairs. ]

Why, though. Why would you do that to your poor defenseless tastebuds.

[Fucking foodie.]

[ Tony loves getting him riled. ]

Because if I want authentic Chinese, I'll just send you to get it.

[ Teleportation has it's advantages after all. ]

What I want is quick, simple, filling food... what about that one Greek place with the gyros?

I-It's what it's called. I-It manifested when I was younger. [Jesus Petre why are you so demanding? She pauses for a moment to swallow, her voice surprisingly enough not stuttering through her explanation.]

..I had trouble interacting with others my own age. [A pause] And I decided I'd rather be left alone than to deal with them. [In an ironic twist of fate she had gotten what she wished for. Yunoha had faded away into the background at school and it earned her a friendless life until much later.]

[Gene makes a face. He's not a damn taxi and he's not your damn errand boy, Stark!]

Gyros sound good.

(She nods again. She frowns a little bit when he begins to speak again, though she finds herself half smiling after a moment. She finds herself joking and the slight smile turns into a little bit of a mischievous one.) Stop, you're going to make me embarrassed with all those compliments.

(She goes serious again.) I think I still could. There's a lot I don't know and I still make mistakes.

[Her joke makes him smile a little bit, which is rare for him, but not half so rare around her. But when her mood sobers, so does his.]

Then I'll keep teaching you. I'll help you.

(She tries to smile when he says that and manages a tiny one, though it only lasted for a few moments. It would be nicer if he didn't have to, but she can settle for feeling a little more useful for right now.)

I want to start with keeping myself awake longer.

[Meallan's lips quirked into a small smile.] I'm not that sensitive, I just prefer to see contact coming, that's all. That and it's mostly my back that gets that extreme a reaction.

[He closes his eyes at the question though, the smile fading again.]

He was at the Conclave with me.

[Krem felt a distinct sadness now, realising that Meallan had lost someone he was that close with - and not all that long ago, for that matter. How many others new about this? This had been the first time he'd heard the Inquisitor make any mention of actual family.

Then again, this was the first time he'd really heard Meallan talk about himself. So often, he'd see the man busily moving about Skyhold, greeting people, greeting his inner-circle, asking them about their lives, their problems. How any of them really stopped to listen to his?

Krem's hand came up, lightly touching Meallan's shoulder again - hoping the man was anticipating it this time.]

Sorry... I didn't realise. [Krem murmured it a little, stroking the man's shoulder.] Did you want to... Tell me about him?

[He wasn't certain about Dalish traditions - but at least for humans, it was often cathartic to speak fondly of the dead.]

[ You love it and you know it. It's your chance to show off your powers and do something Tony can't.

Tony reaches for Gene's hand, in a rare show of open affection. ]

Then let's go. Then we'll come back and I'll start on the armor.

Really.

[That's actually quite interesting. He still thinks that could only come to someone who had been blessed by a god, but he's having no physical reaction to her display of power. Therefore gods have nothing to do with it, and that only makes him more curious in turn.]

Are people so bad?

I- I don't think people are bad.. [She fiddles with Tama's arms idly making them move up and down in a parody of a wave. The chair across from them flickers back into view which Yunoha ignores, her eyes flickering over to stare at Petre again. Yunoha doesn't look as timid around the intimidating man although she keeps her distance for now.] I just had a hard time socializing, that's all. I don't feel the same way as I did when I was younger. I have lots of friends now.

Um.. My name is Yunoha Thrul. [She bows politely at his direction, the girl shifting her green plushy friend more onto her lap.] It's nice to meet you.

Seems awfully ironic to have that power now, then. Seeing as you have so many friends.

[a concept he doesn't quite believe in. Humans tend to shift together to one another as much as they seek distance from each other, all because they can't make up their fucking minds about what they want. This girl seems no different.]

Petre. That's European.

[Gene takes Tony's hand, smiling, some unusual shyness in his demeanor.]

Okay. Let's go, then.

[ Tony's not going to say anything about it because he likes, sometimes, when they do normal couple-y things. Like go out to dinner. They have so much other stuff - Mandarin stuff, Iron Man stuff, Stark stuff... to be fair, most of it is Tony's stuff - that it's nice every once in a while to be a couple with someone... who isn't Pepper. He loves Pepper dearly, but she'd drive him crazy. ]

Want to walk, or get a driver?

[ Since Tony hasn't done that whole 'learn to drive' thing yet. ]

Let's walk, [Gene says with authority. It might help Tony unwind and expend a little of that restless energy that's always animating him.

Besides, it could do them well to be normal for a bit.]

[ Oblivious isn't a word that can be used to routinely describe Oliver Queen. He knows the kind of effect that he can have on her; something that goes both ways, even though he's able to play it off a little better. Plenty of times, especially at Queen Consolidated, when she wore a dress and heels, his mind had wandered away from the reports that lay in front of him, fantasizing on something else entirely. The clanging of the plate brings a small albeit satisfied smile to his lips ]

I'm willing to sacrifice some of your productivity. [ A nonchalant shrug; he's mastered the art of looking completely guiltless at such a notion; while she's setting the plates, he pulls down two glasses for them, hovering behind Felicity as he reaches around to place them on the kitchen isle ]

Besides...I work out harder when I know you're watching.

[ It's easy to joke about when it's only the two of them. Out in the field, he's more serious, usually letting her babble (he still thinks it's cute) without saying anything back, or keeping it brisk ]

That's just mean.

[ But her tone is light, and she turns a bit and goes up to her toes to kiss his chin, to let him know that she doesn't mean that very much. Maybe a little mean. Not really enough for her to mind. Turning around to finish arranging things, she ... decides to experiment, just a little. And leans back against his chest, taking the half-step back, so the contact isn't limited to her shoulder-blades, instead coming up against him lower, as well. Just to return the 'mean' part, too. A tiny little bit. ]

[ Then she smirks up at him. ]

So, what else do you do harder when I'm around?

[ Look, he started it. And productivity when she has work to do is non-negotiable... but that doesn't mean that fun is in any way off-limits! ]

A snort from Toph, somewhere between amusement and wryness -- some measure of appreciation for her youngest's defiant spirit. Her fingers reached out, lightly ruffling Lin's hair. "My girls both know what they want. And they're both stubborn enough to take it. Probably good that you got her to bed. Katara would drop in and give me a double earful."

Apparently that sleepover Su had been going on about was the next night, not tonight. With the long nights, the days blended any more, one after another, racing. Too fast.

Her fingers slowed in Lin's hair to something softer. Gentler, the strands sliding between them. Sometimes, if she was still enough, she could still smell it . . . that lingering little-girl scent, faint and intangible as a ghost. A dissipating scent for a girl almost a woman.

"Sorry, kid. It isn't always the way I want things."

Never has been.

[ Normal? He's a billionaire teenager superhero. There's nothing normal about him. Plus, he probably should work on that homework that he's been putting off. While he doesn't have science classes at the Tomorrow Academy any more, his father had said that the normal classes - English, Drama, etc - were probably good for him.

Tony had disagreed loudly until his father had threatened his lab space. ]

Alright, let's go.

[ And he will tow Gene out the door, because now he really wants food. Anything to put off doing that stupid English essay. ... Maybe Pepper will do it for him. ]

[Whoop. And there they go!]

You just want to put off your homework, don't you, [Gene says, but allows himself to be towed out the door. He'd knocked out his own essay already, while Tony had been scienceing.]

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Same! I wanna get started so badly.

SOON.

What is this soon we're speaking of? Tomorrow, I hope.

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