"Wrong! If you want to be a hero, then you can be a hero. I am living proof! And you are already cool or I wouldn't be talking to you. Because I don't talk to losers - I talk to awesome people with at least eight buttloads of hero potential."
She accompanies her statement with a triumphant nod as she folds her arms. In her own imagination, there is triumphant music playing and a shaft of sunlight is beaming down on her from above.
Not so much in reality, but hey.
"In fact, I am officially drafting you into my becme a hero scheme. You will be my prize pupil. My apprentice in cool! I will mould and shape you into a vision of amazingness or my name ain't Tavia Serket."
Let's just not think about how her past self tried to make a guy more heroic and threw him off a cliff in the process. And bullied the fuck out of him. And then kind of maybe murdered him a little.
no subject
She accompanies her statement with a triumphant nod as she folds her arms. In her own imagination, there is triumphant music playing and a shaft of sunlight is beaming down on her from above.
Not so much in reality, but hey.
"In fact, I am officially drafting you into my becme a hero scheme. You will be my prize pupil. My apprentice in cool! I will mould and shape you into a vision of amazingness or my name ain't Tavia Serket."
Let's just not think about how her past self tried to make a guy more heroic and threw him off a cliff in the process. And bullied the fuck out of him. And then kind of maybe murdered him a little.