" Not everything that happens under Avalanche's name has been done by Avalanche. The Turks know who and where— that they haven't killed the group should be raising the question of why. "

She holds eye contact for a long moment.

" Involved with? No, I didn't think you were. In fact, I have it on pretty good authority we know exactly who is involved with them. And so do you. I need you to pass along a message for me. "

It's of no real concern, the size of the space; she doesn't intend to stay long. People start to ask questions.

" What do you know of Avalanche? "

Sitting beside him at the bar.

" Not a lot of people call me that anymore. "

She lowers the hood of her cloak and steps inside.

" You're supposed to leave all of that behind when you join the Turks. My apologies for such a late call. "

{ !!!!! You are so special to me!!!!!

{ hello, my darling!!!

tay.types

Is that Romeo, the love of my life?

Good morning~

He's lost her a little bit, but she just shrugs, finger brushing the rim of her coffee cup.

" Oh, I do a little this and that. Wouldn't say I'm exactly either. "

" I'm a fan of the loud mouths, myself. I've got a couple on my team. "

" Oy, you're a loud one, "

— @evecrescent.bsky.social leaves.

And she's cautious in how she approaches when she approaches — careful to not prompt a fight. She's just.... here to talk.

She's been slipping through the shadows for a while ; it's absolutely imperative she not be seen — by anybody. Her presence would prompt ... questions.

She moves quickly and quietly, and then, for a while, she sits on a roof near the 7th Heaven ; watching and waiting until —

" Thank you. Wish I could way I chose it. "

She grins, an eyebrow raised playfully. He's fun. She likes him.

Hm?

Oh, she's simply lost in thought.

How strange.

Coffee is simply not cutting it.

{ Getting caps and stuff for Noa has made me really miss Amaya Jiwe. If I went back to writing in DC verse, I would write Amaya. She was my favorite on LoT.

" Deadpool? That's quite a name. "

She smiles, and eyebrow raised slightly, before raising her mug to her lips so she can sip from it.

" They call me Noa. And it's just coffee, but thank you. "

" Well, since you asked so nicely, love, I can share. "

A smile as she pours two mugs and slides one to him.

" Oh— "

A startled noise as she blinks at the man. " Would you like some? "

Awake.
Brewing coffee.

" I suppose you did. "

"Do I give off the impression that I'm a cop, darling?"

She gives a laugh.

"Oh, love, I know the look of trouble when I see it."

" You look like trouble. "

Arms crossed over her chest, eyebrow raised.

Off to train~

Work is never over.

When it comes to my character, please do not know things you shouldn’t. There are a very, very limited number of people who should know her real identity – likely only Barret. She has worked very hard to erase herself from existence; even the Turks do not know that she is Barret Wallace’s sister.

Mun currently works a full time job, and though that job is from home, it does take priority over RP. As does his real-life social life. Muse may fluctuate, and replies may be spotty. Please do not push.

Please do not push for ships. If the chemistry is there, great! If it’s not, don’t push it.