[ it takes a great deal to make gabby feel awkward. she has a tendency to power through and not get bogged down by the baggage. no time for it and macho nonsense. that's a logan thing and she's not — she's not that kind of wolverine. it's not the kind of person she wants to be. but this struck a little close to home, in ways she hasn't fully dwelt on before. so she kind of hovers nearby, piping up when someone glances her way. ]
I can help! I have blood! And body parts! Unlimited kidneys! Orrr I can just carry stuff. That works too.
[ phase two ]
[ gabby takes a good long look at the monster-infested waters. she could probably get through, no problem but she takes a good long look at her team. Yeah, this will take planning. she puts her hands on her hips, her tough image offset by the fact that she's doodled unicorns all over her clothes. ]
Okay, we need a plan. Because my plan of swimming and fighting crocodiles probably won't work for you guys.
[ phase four ]
( day two )
[ okay. ghost hauntings. that — that one was new. gabby tugs her backpack straps closer to her body as she watches her sisters follow her footsteps. they don't seem mad and gabby knew that they loved her. love her still. but she can't shake the feeling that maybe she had just been lucky — lucky in a way they never could be. in a way they deserved. she got the healing factor. why didn't they?
so she walks on, with ten other teenage girls who look exactly like her dog her footsteps. every once in a while she stops to talk to them. ]
Look, I get the spooky thing is to be silent and sort of stalk me, but could you make a little noise? Even a oooo would be cool!
( day three )
[ she takes it back. gabby is willing to trade on the noises. because she's never heard her sisters so angry, so spiteful, so upset. and there's nothing quite like hearing versions of you hate you. finally gabby can't take it, sitting down and covering her ears briefly to shut it out. she's not one to cry. crying requires a proper understanding of pain, after all. but this might be close, hearing zelda and her other sisters degrade her for having a healing factor, for being the one to survive, for not killing chandler — how could you, gabby, we loved you, we protected you, how could you keep this from us — it's too much. ]
I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!
[ wildcard ]
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gabby kinney | marvel 616 | ota
[ it takes a great deal to make gabby feel awkward. she has a tendency to power through and not get bogged down by the baggage. no time for it and macho nonsense. that's a logan thing and she's not — she's not that kind of wolverine. it's not the kind of person she wants to be. but this struck a little close to home, in ways she hasn't fully dwelt on before. so she kind of hovers nearby, piping up when someone glances her way. ]
I can help! I have blood! And body parts! Unlimited kidneys! Orrr I can just carry stuff. That works too.
[ phase two ]
[ gabby takes a good long look at the monster-infested waters. she could probably get through, no problem but she takes a good long look at her team. Yeah, this will take planning. she puts her hands on her hips, her tough image offset by the fact that she's doodled unicorns all over her clothes. ]
Okay, we need a plan. Because my plan of swimming and fighting crocodiles probably won't work for you guys.
[ phase four ]
( day two )
[ okay. ghost hauntings. that — that one was new. gabby tugs her backpack straps closer to her body as she watches her sisters follow her footsteps. they don't seem mad and gabby knew that they loved her. love her still. but she can't shake the feeling that maybe she had just been lucky — lucky in a way they never could be. in a way they deserved. she got the healing factor. why didn't they?
so she walks on, with ten other teenage girls who look exactly like her dog her footsteps. every once in a while she stops to talk to them. ]
Look, I get the spooky thing is to be silent and sort of stalk me, but could you make a little noise? Even a oooo would be cool!
( day three )
[ she takes it back. gabby is willing to trade on the noises. because she's never heard her sisters so angry, so spiteful, so upset. and there's nothing quite like hearing versions of you hate you. finally gabby can't take it, sitting down and covering her ears briefly to shut it out. she's not one to cry. crying requires a proper understanding of pain, after all. but this might be close, hearing zelda and her other sisters degrade her for having a healing factor, for being the one to survive, for not killing chandler — how could you, gabby, we loved you, we protected you, how could you keep this from us — it's too much. ]
I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!
[ wildcard ]
[ got a scenario in mind? drop it here or PM me / ping me on