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| − | <td valign="top">[[Image: | + | <td valign="top">[[Image:MoA BC.png|left]]'''Moment of Awesome - [[Felicia Hardy|Felicia Hardy/Black Cat]]:''' ''In [[Operation: Siege Perilous|Roma's world]], [https://xp-logs.dreamwidth.org/4122644.html#cutid1 Felicia says goodbye to her friend and mentor, Remy LeBeau].'' |
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| + | Felicia gave a quiet laugh, her temple rubbing against his coat as she shook her head at him. "Sure. That sounds nice," she replied automatically, then paused. "Honestly, I never really thought about it." | ||
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| + | "You need to start thinking 'bout it. One way or another, dis fight is coming to a close sooner den later. Remy know dat you came here to support me, not because you wanted to be part of dis war. When it finishes, it going to be up to you to decide de path you take." | ||
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| + | "There aren't a lot of people who would have done what you did for me. It wasn't a difficult choice, and I don't regret it," she said, knowing she should pull away but unwilling to do so. "I... don't want to be here," she admittedly, in the back of her mind realizing it was probably the first time she'd done so out loud. "But you, the team? This is what I have. Where else would I be?" | ||
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| + | "You gon be where you always wanted to be, where ever dat is. Likely someplace dat Remy would hate, neh? Full of shoes and dose terribly trendy cocktails and de little chicken kebabs dat no one can eat wit'out looking like a caveman." | ||
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| + | Felicia straightened, giving him a playfully unimpressed look, deadpan. “Your determination to continue with this bit where I’m a vapid narcissist is both inspiring and very insulting. I think I’m ready to let you go now. Be free old man.” | ||
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| + | "Dat's de Felicia Remy know." He said, settling his jacket. "Seriously, you need to decide what comes next. You already done de parts wit' me dat I could help. Taught you what I know. Sat wit' you through you powers trying dere best to kill you until we figured out how to control dem. We worked for you to get to de point dat you carve out you own space in de world. No matter what happens, it's time for you to take dat next step. Wit'out me. One way or 'nother." | ||
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| + | "I know. You can stop spelling it out for me, ''daron''," Felicia said, giving his shoulder one last squeeze followed by a little shove. "Come on. Let's get this girl and send you off." | ||
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Felicia gave a quiet laugh, her temple rubbing against his coat as she shook her head at him. "Sure. That sounds nice," she replied automatically, then paused. "Honestly, I never really thought about it." "You need to start thinking 'bout it. One way or another, dis fight is coming to a close sooner den later. Remy know dat you came here to support me, not because you wanted to be part of dis war. When it finishes, it going to be up to you to decide de path you take." "There aren't a lot of people who would have done what you did for me. It wasn't a difficult choice, and I don't regret it," she said, knowing she should pull away but unwilling to do so. "I... don't want to be here," she admittedly, in the back of her mind realizing it was probably the first time she'd done so out loud. "But you, the team? This is what I have. Where else would I be?" "You gon be where you always wanted to be, where ever dat is. Likely someplace dat Remy would hate, neh? Full of shoes and dose terribly trendy cocktails and de little chicken kebabs dat no one can eat wit'out looking like a caveman." Felicia straightened, giving him a playfully unimpressed look, deadpan. “Your determination to continue with this bit where I’m a vapid narcissist is both inspiring and very insulting. I think I’m ready to let you go now. Be free old man.” "Dat's de Felicia Remy know." He said, settling his jacket. "Seriously, you need to decide what comes next. You already done de parts wit' me dat I could help. Taught you what I know. Sat wit' you through you powers trying dere best to kill you until we figured out how to control dem. We worked for you to get to de point dat you carve out you own space in de world. No matter what happens, it's time for you to take dat next step. Wit'out me. One way or 'nother." "I know. You can stop spelling it out for me, daron," Felicia said, giving his shoulder one last squeeze followed by a little shove. "Come on. Let's get this girl and send you off."
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