Fitness Conversation

Summary:
July 1 2014: Jericho and Nancy have a talk about… well, fitness, among other things. (Language, Some Sexual References)

Cyberspace

No matter where you are, when that phone goes off you go to another place entirely.


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<Okay, what did you do with Illyana. Actually, you know what, don't tell me.>

<Okay, hows this for a deal. I don't talk any more about Hank and I *never* hear about you and Illyana *ever* again. I do *not* need to know how *fit* you are.>

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<Fit? Huh? What exactly did she tell you? The girl scared me in the shower and then took me out for ice cream. Pretty chatty on a sugar high. Bit… odd to see someone in that much leather munching on a dipped cone with sprinkles but there ya go.>

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<No! No no no! I do NOT want to hear about you and Illyana and her nibbling on your cone! No! I'm not listening to you anymore. LALALALALALA! Okay, that doesn't really work with text but you get my point. Ewww!>

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<Nancy. Ice Cream. Not my cone. Pistachio Almond fudge. In a waffle cone. with caramel and fudge drizzled on top. Costs about two bucks. No sex. Do I look that lucky to you?>

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<Okay, Jer, this is Illy. Would she fuck you just to fuck with my head? Hell yeah! Are you kidding? Have you seen that bed? It's like made for an orgy! Oh god! Now I've got that in my head. Just ewww!>

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<Would she f—- I thought you said she was a friend of yours? I, no, I did not see her bed. Her throne and her butler yes, but not her bed. What on earth did she tell you?>

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<Yeah she's a friend of mine. Next to you and Mama Wolf, I'd say she's probably the top of the list. Wow. What does that say about me. My best friends are a terrorist, a demon queen and you.>
<And for the record, when I thought he was my friend, I would have so totally fucked Paul's brother, or sister for that matter, just to watch him squirm>

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<Well just ice cream this time. And hell. Saw hell. Twice. Or Limbo. Once again, you've seen me. I like to think I'm not bad looking but no one's gonna say I stand out>

<Also, I'm not that awful a friend, am I? I mean yeah okay, hacker who grows wings but could be worse right?'>

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<Yeah, you were fighting in Kush. I was there cause I was on a class field trip for my final exam with Partisan. :P Why were *you* there? And fine. Just ice cream. But just don't let me hear any more about how *fit* you are. … Cause you know me. I get curious. And I don't want to think that about you. You're like a brother. Or an uncle. So just… no.>

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<I was there because SHIELD arrested me and the agent interrogating me dragged me off rather than leave me to my own devices when she got called for the mission. And I prefer brother, if it's all the same to you. Uncle Wolf makes me sound a lot older than I already am… and relates me to Parti. I'd rather be related to you given the choice.>

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<*hugs* Okay, Brother Wolf it is. And I'm sorry for bring up Kush. Trying to forget that place. And … like I said, anything with you and Illy, I just don't wanna hear about. … At least she didn't kill you though. That's a good sign. She broke into my apartment before you did, you know.>

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<I did not know that but, I'm somehow not surprised. And I don't blame you. Kush brought a lot of memories back for me too. I had an… episode on the Helicarrier ride back… which is how I ended up handcuffed and stuffed into a gym with two cops, a CIA spook and a SHIELD agent, though that's another story. *Hugs* Do I even wanna know what she said? Anything I should worry about? And are you doin' okay over there?>

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<Oh, I was just being a smart ass with her on my last trip to Limbo. Told her not to sic her pets on me unless they were hot guys with good abs. So then she suggested she have you as a pet cause of how 'fit' you were. And that's where she left it. I was really hoping she was talking about your abs. And yeah, able to get my field down to half on command now. Mostly. Making friends. I've almost got Paganini's caprice 24 down. Well, most of it anyway. Most - ish. Oh, I've decided to stop with the excessive sugar intake. Hank was saying it's not healthy. tooth decay, diabetes, obesity… So… yeah>

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<She didn't get a look at my abs…. er well when she surprised me in the shower she did. But she only got a real close look at my arm. Wanted to see the traces up close. And friends are good. Huh… you know I kind of wonder about that now that you mention it. You've mentioned you've pretty much always been like that and you haven't developed any health problems yet which… kidna seems odd actually. Maybe it's a mutant metabolism thing? Just, you know, be careful. Not that I think you need Brother Wolf fretting about you… but it's kinda what I do. Sorry.>

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<I'm almost jealous. I only sorta got to see them that time in Kush. I mostly know about them from our talks here. I think Hank is more worried about tooth decay. Doesn't want my pretty smile mucked up? Yeah, doubt it. And don't be sorry. It's why you're one of my friends. Seriously, who knew becoming a mutant would wind me up with friends? I wonder if that's a mutant power too. Nah, couldn't be. Scott still hates me.>

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<I'm pretty sure that's got something to do with the stick he has lodged up his- er, ahem. Sorry. Met him a couple of times. I don't think he liked me. I'm pretty sure the feeling is mutual. And I'll tell you what, if you ever want once we clean up your snake problem, I'll introduce you. I don't trust a lot of them, but there are a few. Even if the one I do trust is kinda… taciturn. Sorta like Scott, but without the talking. And maybe a bit more sense. As for friends, I know had that whole gothling thing going, but you grew on me pretty quick. Hell, I look forward to this every night now.>

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<LOL! You haven't even met him. Wait. You have? How do you know this is my…. oh wait. I brought them to your bar. You know, if I knew what you were capable of, I wouldn't have done that. I feel a little guilty about just getting them all into a hacker's bar where you could ID the bunch of them. Oh hey. Speaking of the gothling thing. You totally missed it. I went and cut my hair short and bleached it as a disguise. And then, last night, Illy changed it back to black and it's past my shoulders now.>

<You went blonde? And then… Heh. I'm almost glad I missed it. Not that I'm sure you didn't look pretty good as a blonde but it would have messed with my head. A lot. And yeah, I also ran into Scott the night I recorded the call Paul made to his bosses. Anyway she can… do that? Maybe I should be worried.>

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<Wait… you met Scott there? Well, I guess that makes sense. I was there, Paul was there, Scott was there, that stupid van was there. Buggers tried to shoot me! Okay, I was clinging to the side of the van as they drove away, but that is totally not the point! And don't feel bad about missing the blonde. I was getting a little too bubblegum goth with it like that. It was making me worry.>

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<Worry? Heh, worry about what? Why'd she change your hair back anyway, if you don't mind my asking. Yeah, I saw them do that. Why do you think I ran them over?>

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<Worry that I was becoming far too cheerful. I think it's the swimming pool and all the hot guys. I just wasn't feeling snarky. I blame the blonde hair. And the pool. And I changed it to hide from Hydra. I've had black hair for so long, I thought it was a quick fix for a disguise. And that was you? Cool. Thanks for looking out for me.>


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