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004. [VIDEO]
[ The feed clicks on and Rose stares into the camera. She seems to be back in her room, knees drawn up against her chest as she leans back against the headboard of her bed. For those who saw her, she looks much improved, not quite healthy, but most definitely not as sickly as she had been. Her skin seems to be returning to it's normal colour, losing the pasty quality it carried when she arrived. The bags under her eyes have lessened and she seems far more together and assured.
The cigarette between her lips probably helps with that, though heaven knows where she acquired those from. Resting her chin on her knees, she breathes the smoke out into the air, watching it curl away for a moment before returning her attention to the camera. ]
Figure I owe a couple people a thank you. You know who you are. So thanks, I guess. [ Never let it be said that Rose Wilson is good with gratitude. ] Question, what the fuck are we supposed to do on this boat? Twiddle our thumbs until the Admiral decides it's time to screw with our shit again?
What's a girl got to do to get a nice, shiny sword around here?
[[ Private to Wanda ]]
You up for that drink? Don't know how it'll mix with the meds I'm on. But there's worse ways to go out than on a bender, huh?
[[ Private to Clint ]]
So boss-man. I'm up for our little meet and greet whenever you are. Sorry for standing you up last time. Some shit came up I had to deal with.
The cigarette between her lips probably helps with that, though heaven knows where she acquired those from. Resting her chin on her knees, she breathes the smoke out into the air, watching it curl away for a moment before returning her attention to the camera. ]
Figure I owe a couple people a thank you. You know who you are. So thanks, I guess. [ Never let it be said that Rose Wilson is good with gratitude. ] Question, what the fuck are we supposed to do on this boat? Twiddle our thumbs until the Admiral decides it's time to screw with our shit again?
What's a girl got to do to get a nice, shiny sword around here?
[[ Private to Wanda ]]
You up for that drink? Don't know how it'll mix with the meds I'm on. But there's worse ways to go out than on a bender, huh?
[[ Private to Clint ]]
So boss-man. I'm up for our little meet and greet whenever you are. Sorry for standing you up last time. Some shit came up I had to deal with.
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I'm on this job, right? Real simply snatch and grab, grab the mobster, drop him off to the other mobster. Piece of cake. No one briefs me that the guy's got some meta-muscle backing him. Big guy, probably got like a quarter Superman's strength or some shit. Sent me through a window, really far through a window. By the time I get up their deal's done, so I grab this tractor and roll over their limo. Coulda busted a gut at the look on their faces when they came out to see what all the noise was about.
And when I hit muscle boy with the tractor. [ She smirks. Rose does so love her war stories. ]
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Do you do a lot of work like that? Alongside meta-humans, I mean?
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Yeah. Not many people are stupid enough to want the job. Didn't really have a whole lot of options laid out in front of me though.
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And why's that?
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Long long story. Suffice to say, once my mom died my dad was the only one around. He wasn't exactly a person of upstanding moral characterin the meta community.
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That's where I got this little souvenir. [ She touches her eyepatch. ]
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...Self-inflicted?
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Neat little trick. Dad's cocktail made me psychotically eager to please. When I thought I'd failed him? Well, you can imagine how I proved my worth.