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As the woman’s words and approach, Crystal let down her arm slightly to get a better look at the girl. She let in a small breath to relax herself before sighing it all away and watching as the flame on her hand went away as well. It could be very mood dependent, as it once was and as she calmed down, so did the flicker, before it was completely diminished. 

“I’m not a mutant.” She shook her head slowly at the stranger, before glancing over the woman with a slight nod. “Though, with the recent news of people hunting anybody with abilities, I suppose I shouldn’t be so carefree with the flame anymore.” A small chuckle left her then, something she hadn’t expected before shaking the woman’s hand after, of course, her flame had died out completely. “I’m Crystal, and I’m an Inhuman, something that the robots around here disparage all the same with mutants.” Sara had already seemed accepting enough, which was nice. “And, don’t worry about me catching anything on fire. I’ve got an excellent control, and I could put the fire out all the same with some water.” She let go of Sara’s hand and snapped her fingers to form a ball made of water in her palm out of thin air before dropping it to the ground, all while smiling easily at the young woman. “Just don’t tell those hunting squads, please.”

Not So Different | Sara & Crystal

@princesscrystalia​ The moment someone displayed signs of them having abilities, Sara made it her mission to practically stalk them and see what they were. This was all practically brand new to her, and her need to discover was her driving force in life. The realization of her following someone out of curiosity doesn’t ever really hit her until it’s pointed out to her. That’s when she makes up some story about following them to hand them a compliment.

This time around, she followed the flickering flame the woman created. Soon enough, it turned into a fireball that she looked like it was about to fly in Sara’s direction. Of course, to Sara, the fireball could have been one of the most amazing things she had seen that day. “That thing is brilliant! How are you doing that? Well, obviously you’re a mutant or just a really good magician. Also, can you put it out? I’d hate if a hunting squad came after us. I’d also hate it if something accidentally caught fire. This scenario is just awful.” Sara caught herself running her mouth, yet again. She paused and extended her hand. “I’m Sara. Please put it out before shaking my hand.” A nervous smile formed on her face.                                          

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“Thank you.” She replied with a grin, proud of her name and family line. “I suppose you could say that I am not from around here, and neither is my family. We don’t normally associate so closely with...such ordinary people.” 

There was something so foreign about the whole exchange that excited Crystal, and she was more than happy to continue the conversation, seeing that he wasn’t from around here either. Certainly not Inhuman, but...something still so close to humanity. “It seems we may have a bit more in common than your average bar patrons.” She chuckled lightly before accepting the whiskey he ordered for her.

After narrowing her eyes on it for a moment, she took it into her hand and then let a small sip slide down her mouth before coughing. “Oh! That’s a little stronger than I expected.” Crystal laughed cheerily in Peter’s direction before finally saying, “Have you ever heard of the Inhumans?”

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“That’s.. an interesting name.  Your parents weren’t from around here.”  he cleared his throat and pointed to his whiskey and then to Crystal as in telling the bartender to get her one as well and him another one.

“Oh… what I’m used to…  Might sound a little I dunno… alien to a lot of people.”  He lifted his glass at her before chugging the last bit and putting the it down.  “I’m not from around here either.”

That was an understatement.  He pulled his coat over to cover his quad blasters even though the sign on the door clearly stated no weapons allowed.  he sure as Hell wasn’t going back to the Milano to put them in there.

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She looked to the man, her soft smile radiating as she nodded quickly at his statement. There was something there for her too, something that just didn’t feel entirely human. It wasn’t that she had her doubts, but, it could be worth looking into as the man introduced himself.

When she took his hand, it was like she knew something was different, and though she remained calm as the sinking feeling came along, she had her suspicions. “Crystalia Amaquelin, but you can call my Crystal.” She properly introduced, figuring that if anybody here deserved her full name, it was him. “The pleasure is all mine Peter Quill.” She grinned as they shook hands.

“What sort of stuff are you used to then?” She asked with a light chuckle before ordering a beer for herself. “You’re not from around here, right?”

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The soft voice startled him, but he was quick to recover so not to embarrass himself too much.  Something was odd about this one.  Some feeling he had in his gut.  Like…  Home?  Not Terra home, but that other home.  The navy blue one with all the sparkly…  Anyway…

“Well, they don’t have stuff I’m used to, but… beer?”  He shrugged and gave her a polite smile.  He had only been here about 24 hours, so he missed any word on the street about anything.  

He extended his had to her and gave his most charming smile.

“Peter.  Peter Quill.  Nice to meet you…?”

Maybe she would feel that he was half-different as well.  Being around aliens most of your life and having some of those high tech implants came in handy.

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“Having a good New Year’s Eve?” Crystal popped in quickly at the bar, hoping to avoid the monstrosity of what was happening in the world, or at least New York. The whispers around the streets were that an ordinance was going to be put into effect getting all mutants and Inhumans and other powered individuals off the streets, which gave the strawberry blonde a lot to worry about.

Rather than facing the terror that could happen at any moment, she took shelter in a bar, hoping to at least enjoy the last few minutes of freedom that felt impending to her. 

She had never been one to enjoy an atmosphere of a bar, but, it was New Year’s after all, so she figured she had to at least give it a shot, and the man she sat next to certainly looked like he was having a great time. “What’s good to drink here?”

Sittin’ in a Bar

Bars on Terra were certainly different than up there.  I mean, really, it was like the Star Wars Cantina, but with more fighting and bloodshed.  A lot more bloodshed.  

This was how he spent his New Years.  And why not?  He had no reason to go out, really.  I mean, in space, there is a weird concept of time and the New Year, well, just wasn’t that big of a deal.  

So, he sat there, enjoying his beer in a fairly nice pub in NYC.  Good music, good beer, good food.  Now, all he needed was good company.  A familiar face… that wasn’t SHIELD or someone who wanted to dissect him.   That would be nice.  

So far, however, he was enjoying being back on Terra.  For now anyway.

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“Oh! Gosh!” Crystal quickly took in the sight of the spill and shook her head cautiously before looking back over the young man and sweeping the drink into the trash. “It’s... it’s alright, no need to get a new one. I...I don’t actually like the taste of coffee.” She chuckled back, knowing the only reason she was in there was to try the drink a second time, just to make sure she was absolutely sure about her distaste. “I’m glad it wasn’t your own drink. Are you alright? You didn’t get any on yourself, did you?” She figured she would ask, seeing that the liquid was usually served scolding hot. After all, she didn’t want to cause any harm to the young man. Giving a soft smile back, she threw her cup in the trash as well, and looked around to see if they had caused any bigger a scene than need be, which, didn’t seem the case. The incident was quite contained, which was nice. “I’m Crystal, by the way. Let me...just...” She grabbed a few napkins to soak up the remaining sticky liquid residue before stepping aside. “Sorry.”

nine am looms the grey of ordinariness that finnick blackwood has grown accustomed to. it’s a strange thing to imagine; after all, such a normal action never sought just enough room in the boy’s life before. because the entirety of it has been a game, a game controlled by darkness, & now that he’s got the chance to make a change, he’s stuck. he’s stuck in this rut of monotony & lonely thoughts that consume him whole. it’s such a mundane thing, ordering a coffee, but he’s been doing it everyday that it’s become like clockwork. today’s got a different feel to it, though, & he realizes that as soon as he’s got the damn cup on the counter. because on normal days, there isn’t much interaction, on normal days, he isn’t clumsy, & on normal days, he doesn’t accidentally knock over someone else’s drink when reaching for the creamer. ❛❛ fucking hell, — ❜ it’s muttered under his breath, barely audible, eyes fluttering up to spot the other’s reaction. ❛ suppose i could get you a new one, if you’d like. ❜❜

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Not So Different | Sara & Crystal

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Evening was drawing near, and Crystal had made plans to be inside before dusk, after all the city got so cold when the sun finally went down, and tonight was no exception. She took a moment to look around quickly before snapping her fingers to whip up a short flame on her hand. The heat was there, but not as hot as she needed it to be as she was mostly immune to the flames. It still helped though as she leaned in an alleyway and kept to herself for the moment as she warmed up. Enough to continue on back to her apartment.

Out of the corner of her eye however, she saw a figure and she quickly balled up her flamed fist, creating a fireball technique that she wasn’t afraid to throw at any threat that came her way. “Who’s over there!?” She yelled back, pulling her fist back as if she were ready to throw her punch any moment.

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✌: Our muses argue over which Christmas movie to watch.

Crystal gave a short sigh, knowing that she didn’t want to watch anything other than Elf. It seemed like the only movie she wouldn’t budge on, even if she had seen it just about every day this week already. She turned to Kate and made a pouting face, batting her lashes in her direction and letting her lower lip stick out. “Please can we watch Elf again?” She asked politely. “I promise it’ll be the last time this year!” She just couldn’t get over the mere fact that the man in the movie portrayed an elf so well in current culture. It was quite outstanding and Crystal only wished that life could be that easy. 

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“Yes ma’am, Inhumans.” She replied easily with a single nod. “That’s what I thought too. They’re just looking for anybody with abilities by this point.” She gave a short sigh and then looked around the place they were headed. “Really? You seem very cool about all of this, though, I guess if this isn’t your first encounter, I suppose this isn’t completely unusual for you.” She grinned as she let out a breath of relief. 

“Inhumans” Kate repeated, thinking about the concept. So there are more people that have abilities. She wonders if she is something like Teddy, but she doubted it. Teddy was unique, or at least to her. “Well no wonder you wanted to get out there before a robot shows up” She shrugged, “My guess is that they won’t know the difference.” Looking around to make sure that they weren’t being followed or anything else suspicious, she nearly missed the question. “Wha- Oh. No” She laughed, “But I mean, I have met a few. Here and there. They are pretty cool.” 

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How does it feel to go from royalty to unknown in the city?

“Well, being royalty on Attillan was quite the job and though I never caught the long end of the stick, so to speak seeing that I was only there while I was still young, I still saw the stress it put my family through. Being normal and a part of this city has become so much fun, and I enjoy every second I’m here, though, the air here is much denser and sometimes can make things a little harder to breathe. All in all though, I enjoy being this unknown figure, like I’ve got a secret identity. And, it’s fun to live that double life.”

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How do your people feel about you totally ditching them?

“I did no such thing! Our home was under a siege of war, and I was forced to evacuate! Never in my life would I voluntarily ditch the place I grew up in unless otherwise enforced. And now, now I’m only looking for my sister, so first of all, how dare you speak in such a tone with me! Secondly, even if I had ditched Attilan as you so rudely put it, the Inhumans would have understood. We are a forgiving kind, unlike many of the people I have come across on my travels.”

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She looked back over to Kate as she introduced herself, a slim smile appearing. Shaking her head slowly, Crystal finally replied, “No... I’m not a mutant, but, I guess I’m close to being one. Where I’m from, we’re called Inhumans, and it’s sort of a similar concept, except we go through this...Terrigen mist that activates out abilities at a very young age.” She walked along beside Kate and looked over to her pleasantly. “Are you a mutant then?” She assumed since she was the one who had asked.

Kate nodded, not even bothering to look at all the people that must be staring now. She only can imagine the whispers, especially with how tense the city has been recently. “Are you? A mutant I mean?” She asked, curious about the girl and yet not sure whether she was asking the stranger or herself. Her feet started walking along the path she was familiar, listening to other girl. “I’m Kate. It’s nice to meet you Crystal” She smiled before shrugging, “And it isn’t a big deal. I don’t like jerks and that guy definitely seemed like one. People like that need to be put in their place.” 

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“Yes, Attilan.” She repeated the name back, forgetting somewhat that it had always come so naturally to her as just a normal place instead of what it really was; hidden away. Her sort of people were keen on keeping it secret for so long, but once the word got out that there was such a place that existed, governments all tried to get their hands on it. There was a war being fought on, and it seemed never-ending. That’s why it was so crucial to keep away. And of course, not actually let anyone else in the secret. But, as time told, Crystal had never been too big on keeping secrets anyhow. It just didn’t seem fair. She wanted to fight for acceptance, but never like this. People deserved to know what sort of things the world held. “It’s near the Himalayan Mountains. Sort of tuckered away, but it has its reasons to be.” She shrugged slowly.

It was an adequate answer without truly lying to the stranger who only became more familiar as their conversation went on. He was pleasant enough to begin with, and of course, not bad looking at all either. Maybe almost too attractive to be homeless, but she wouldn't dare mention that. 

Then, he went on and her brows arched in absolute surprise. “You are?” She asked, her grin growing from before. Their similarities were nothing to just bat an eye at, she thought. “That’s… Wow!” She simply exclaimed, feeling herself already drawing too close to him for obvious reasons. “I could help you look for her if you’d like! I haven’t had so much luck with my own sister. But I have a feeling she’ll make her presence known when she wants to.” Crystal chuckled as they neared her building. “But, I would be more than happy to help you look for your sister if you’re ever interested.”

Pietro shrugged his shoulder resignedly. It was truly awful, and he was not denying it. It was a lot to carry and a lot to deal with. Wars weren’t stopped in days - matter of fact Pietro doubted whether or not they ever truly stopped. There would always be remains of a war. A scar in the hearts of the civilians and those forced to bear armour. A hatred, a painful memory, parting different parts of the world. 

The streets were starting to crowd less by every passing minute. The sun would soon be setting, and most were headed home for a soft couch and a warm meal. It was needed after a long working day in the cold. Still Pietro found the streets full of people. Home, in Sokovia, the streets had never been this full, unless they were crowded with people demonstrating. 

Once they had made their way out on the street, and he walked steadily beside her, something seemed to put her temporarily off. He caught her wide eyes wandering to the light locks on top of his head, before settling on his face once again. This he decided to ignore. It seemed that most people found his hair.. Weird. He had always been found of the white slings, and therefore never felt bothered by people’s sideway glances. 

“Attilan?” Pietro raised an eyebrow, tasting the name on his tongue. He had not heard of such a place before. Perhaps it was down in southeast Asia - there he had never been. Or a place in Africa? The something caught his attention. In the moment that she mentioned her sister, Pietro felt something, a connection, to this stranger - who hardly was a stranger by now. Sure he had found her pleasing at first, but somehow their similarities - outer similarities at least - seemed to make him really want to keep this girl close.  

“Wait you’re here looking for your sister? As am I.” 

He found this odd, though comforting.  

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She watched as the man ran off, and the stranger’s gesture towards him before yelling back. Crystal could only blush lightly at the attention she drew before dismissing it and letting herself chuckle softly at the other’s words. “Yeah, let’s go...somewhere...not in the middle of all these people. I have a bad feeling once somebody starts talking, everybody will start talking. And the next thing we know, there’s those...robot things trying to come and take me away!” She said, referring of course to the sentinels that were targeting against the people with powers. “I’m Crystal, by the way.” She said, as she quickly grabbed her things and joined at her side to get anywhere but there in the middle of the park. “I appreciate you taking my side.”

“I don’t- Well okay, no. You probably definitely brought a good amount of attention” Kate admitted, making a face. Frowning, she flipped off the guy as he ran off, “It is what you deserve you punk! Don’t let me catch you around here again!” Shrugging she turned to the girl and started motioning with her hands, “Oh I have no doubt that the guy was being a jerk. That can happen from time to time here. But it looks like you showed him who’s boss! We probably should continue walking and take this elsewhere. Before anyone else decides that the goon is correct.” Times like this who knows who else is in the park and listening. 

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Crystal was tipping the glass of her second shot when he declared himself the winner and she only chuckled wildly away, letting the liquids settled at the back of her throat before finally swallowing. “I declare you to be the king of shots!” She yelled instantly, before taking her last shot and then giving a short cheer. “It’s a huge honor to meet you dearest King!”

“Go!” Clint downed his first one with ease then moved onto the second, he was already mostly drunk so he knocked it over instead of picking it up. “Ohh, fuck.” He mumbled but just picked up the next glass and drank that down in one. “I win, so very win. Me.” He pointed to himself. 

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“Yes. Well, my dad is active military, and we’ve never really stay too long in one place before, so being able to go to school and stay still for several years has been a blessing.” She smiled back and nodded. “I appreciate the words. And of course. I hope you see your brother and your family too. It can be so nice to have them around.” She lifted her cup to clink against Carols with a grin. “And here’s to a great new year too!”

“I see. Are they part of the military or something?” Carol asked, knowing that quite a few families have to move from station to station in the military. It is something that one had to think about when becoming part of the army or navy. Or Air Force, like she was set on doing. “Yeah that is true. Getting quiet in the city is hard to come by so really got to embrace that moment of peace when you get it, I think.” She paused, smiling, “Yeah, so do I. Sometimes I head to Cape Cod, others I stay in the city. Really depends on what happens, I guess. But I hope you get to see your sister. Family during this time is always nice.” At least it is suppose to be, Carol thought. 

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“They’re stationed in...Italy, I think. They move around a lot, so it takes some getting used to.” She shrugged happily. “Everyone leaves for Christmas, but I can’t complain. The snow is beautiful and untouched and I get to sleep in without any worries of classes, or housemates being there to disturb me.” She chuckled and continued to drink form her cup. “Well, that’s fun! I’m hoping my sister stops by, but, just like you, I have no idea. I sort of wing Winter break every year, just to see what happens.” 

“Where overseas, if you don’t mind me asking?” Carol asked, smiling a bit, “Yeah I guess that peace and quiet is nice. It is very empty around here once school is on break, isn’t it?” She shrugged, “I think I am just going to head up to Cape Cod. Maybe see my brothers.” Her father is one that she still does not communicate with but there is a lot of reasons behind that. “Who knows though” She laughed. 

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After a few drinks, Crystal had all but forgotten her own troubles. The alcohol helped though, and with Clint, it seemed like everything was going by in such a blur. She giggled endlessly as he poured a new line of shot glasses for their new game.

“You are so on!” She accepted the challenge, letting her hand hover her first shot, ready for the start. “Ready...set..go!” She said before she picked up her drink and threw it back as quickly as she could trying to swallow it all.

With a grin, Clint carried the bottle out of the store and headed back to campus.

It didn’t take him too long to get drunk on the alcohol, having abandoned the coffee a while back. He lined up the shot glasses once again before pouring the liquid into them. “First one to finish them wins.” He gave her a drunken chuckle.