So how does one adventure in the Marvel Universe? Stick around and watch out for plots? Pull up the internet and google (or askstark dot com) what the solutions to my questions are?! Don't know. But what I do know is Abby is an ageless Klyntar with a penchant to helping little ones.
I know this how? Well we have the three she saved in our motel room. And they are not exactly little ones. Though I guess we could all be considered as such to Abby. But let's lead up to this situation.
We made it back to our motel and the owner was pissed about his door; luckily, I have money. Easily paid him off and paid in advance for a week. Even asked for the same room, said I enjoy the open air. . . god, that was stupid. But he gladly did it. Money does talk best.
I was sorting through my inventory when I heard a knock on my door frame. I looked up to see two women at least near my age with a little boy barely 13. The first woman was a pale skinned red head, clearly dyed, with bright blue eyes. The second was a mocha skinned black woman with beautiful coffee colored eyes. The boywas a bit scraggly, like a little Harry from the movies. Almost looks like him just without the glasses. Their clothes have definently been through some wear and tear. Are these the three she saved?
Me: "Hello, are you the ones acquainted with Abby?"
Woman 1: "Yes, she told us we could come here when we need protection. Were you the one she told us not to wake?"
Me: "Ahh yeah, sorry, but I needed the rest. Abby does take good care of me. Please come in, and though not to be rude, may I ask your names?"
Woman 1: I'm Natasha, or Tasha for short. My girlfriend is Jasmine (She gave me a wave) and this is Danny, we found him the day the woman saved us. We tried to prevent anything happening to him when those creeps found us."
Oh yeah, they were about to be. . . shit, the boy too?! Dammit, now I wish I could have been there. I would have asked her to prolong the three creeps suffering. Huh, where that thought come from? Guess Abby really is rubbing off on me.
Hey Abby, come on out of hiding. I know you want us "little ones" to bond but these three are under your wing now, so to speak.
{I was waiting to be introduced. A Lady is always proper and well mannered. I would not and could not interrupt your conversation.}
I mentally sighed. Sometimes I feel she just finds a way to make me feel guilty.
Me: "Well come on then Abby, please show yourself. You did, after all, save these three. They came back to you for the protection you offered."
With that - she created the shadow that takes on her form.
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. My jaw freaking dropped
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Why, dear sweet almighty goddess of fantasies, why does she have to look like *ara Croft. My childhood crush is now in front of me and I cannot believe it
Abby: "Close your mouth Richard. You'll catch flies like that."
Me: "Yeah yeah, whatever you say dear." I said in a sarcastic way. Though I did not enjoy the smirk she sent my way. It promised headaches, argh.
Jasmine: "How do you even do that? It's like you just walked out of the shadows in here."
Abby: "It is as i said before little darling. Magic. I am far more knowledgeable than most, but still learning this particular branch."
I heard Danny say "awesome" and it brought a smirk to my face. I do enjoy it when people are awed by what I or Abby can do.
Me: "Well I'm going to cut this reunion short. You three need a bath and sleep. Did you already get food? Yes, good. Then I'm going to keep watch tonight and let you all sleep on the bed."
Looking at me with a shocked expression, they were not moving even after answering my question about food.. Oh come on, do I seem like a heartless bastard? I'm a good. . decent. .ehh, I'm an alright guy.
Abby: "Come along, it doesn't bother us. He offered and I agree. You three need your rest. I can tell you have not had an easy day."
She took them to the bathroom while I headed outside. I had to lean against the metal railing and collect my thoughts. I'm going on day three and already robbed a mobster boss, sold some goods to the Kingpin, and now Abby has three little ducklings she wants to help. I'm an Average Joe here in this world and yet I'm doing this.
How in the world did people think reincarnation fanfiction stories would be easy. Or at least the ones I read. Having Abby helps alot, like ALOT ALOT. I know she's subtly guiding me. Not a complete moron here, people! But I can see the cons with the minor gamer ability, no gamers mind means no way to maintain my own self. Oh hey, it's our dear model figured mom.
Me: "So what's up Abby?"
Abby: "I made sure they bathed and got in the pajamas I grabbed. They are already asleep for the night."
Wait, already? How long have I been recounting in my mind?
{It's been an hour already, little Richard, you do that quite frequently}
Back to mind talking again? An hour huh? Guess I still havn't broke my old habit. And I am fine, Abby, thank you for asking.
{Why do you regress into your mind so often? Socially repressed and depressed people have been known to do so and you do not seem like that type of person. Believe me. I listened to you talk my head off for nearly three hours the other day}
Even with her talking in my head, her sexy avatar gave me a knee weakening smirk. Too bad for her I can resist such charms! Mostly. I hope.
I sighed and responded, "Just a bad habit from my growing years. Though I admit I've been slowly regressing back into it."
{Did you want to talk about it? I'll have you know I am a great listener. I did listen to the same man for over ten thousand years. And he was a mad man!}
I know she was joking around but it did ease me. Times had been tough for the last six months.
"Don't worry about it. Like all good, or bad, stories, they take too long to share."
{We have all night. I do remember a certain man saying he would stand watch all night. And I don't sleep but once every century}
She blinked coyly at me and tried to act demure. But I know that look. I saw it plenty in my wifes eyes. Far too strong willed, an intelligence greater than her looks, and even a drive to be dominate. I didn't lose before, I won't lose now.
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. The Sun Is Rising
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I lost. Damn it, I lost. She may have not played me like a fiddle but she did mold me around like clay. Klyntar means "cage" in their language. I think it means "squeeze you out of everything you have"!
I think that's the longest I ever talked. And yes, we only talked. Geez, perverts.
She discovered that my passive agressive attitude was due to my raising. She found a boy that was whollyfuly unprepared for manhood when his grandparents passed. She found a guy who was saved off the streets by his wife. And then discovered that after she passed, I had nothing but my own mind that was a hellish prison.
My job was the only thing keeping my mind away, kinda sorta, from the depression.
But upside, I discovered more about her. She was betrayed by her own children. They sided with another god, a being whose name she didn't want to say least he discovers her here, and caged her with God Knulll.
The very planet she resided on was just a prison for them both. And if she was being honest with me, she forgave them long ago. How could she hate her own children. . Damn, she's an awesome mom. I'd have kicked my kids ass.
She was trapped with him for over twenty thousand years. Twenty. Thousand. YEARS! Needless to say, she may have praised him back in the day but that was back then! She discovered how crazy he was becoming after being trapped with him.
That's just the short version of our night. It was relieving to have someone to talk to. Damn, just how starved for attention were we? Two messed up beings stuck together. Sounds like fun!