“Of course,” she giggled, getting up and kissing Jack’s head on her way to the kitchen to prepare something for her, making sure to bring her several things just in case and leaving them to talk for a moment.
Jack had eyed the weapon wearily, telling Violet straight up that he wasn’t the one who designed or made it. He watches Katelynn leave the room before sighing, and looked back to the dark skinned girl and smiled faintly. “C-crazy day or what?” he asked, “But t-thank you again. I rather y-you find her then somebody else…” somebody who probably wouldn’t have been able to understand her, who would have made her fight or do their work for them. That would have been horrible.
Well, that certainly complicated things. But Violet could tell that this wasn’t the time to ask more questions – she’d save that for later, when she talked with Katelynn about other things.
She all but chugged the tea that Katelynn had brought. Violet was in good shape, but she still thin and not used to carrying loads, and piggybacking the Lilligant back to the apartment had been a workout. “I know what you mean,” she told Jack, once she’d paused long enough to breathe. “It’s awful when the anons pass through, and it seems like they’ve been getting more creative every time.” She thought of the past times she’d been hit – first she’d lost her powers, and then she’d been turned into one of the Blue People. “But at least she’s okay now.”
“That’s my main concern ab-above all others.” Jack said as he rubbed his hands, and glanced back at the creation he was making which looked like a flower ripping itself up out of its pot where it belonged. Ironic he worked on that today of all days. He looked back to Violet. “E-even with the number of heroes in this town, th-there’s always a risk of things happening.” caution was a must.
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