"Faith is meant to be a torch in the dark,
it may not illuminate the world
but it can help you stay on your path."
--Amira Khalil
Then,
Jumpstart Diner,
Brooklyn, New York,
The United States of America
Amira took a slow breath as she pushed open the door to the diner, only to cough as the smell of grease assaulted her nose. Just another sign she shouldn't be there. She didn't exactly needs any signs to tell her, she was smart enough to know it all on her own yet apparently dumb enough to ignore all of it.
Her eyes scanned the diner and quickly found him, it was hard to miss him, in a booth at the far end. He waved enthusiastically at her, so much so that his brown cowboy hat fell from his head.
"I didn't think you'd come!" Darktruth said and rose from his seat as she arrived, his trenchcoat billowing out and knocking over his drink of cola as he did. "Shit!"
"Not sure I should have," she replied as she saw him grab a bunch of paper towels and try desperately to clean it up.
He pointed at her with one hand while the other continued to clean. "This is why I invited you here, great instincts." He piled the wet, sloppy paper towels he'd used on the far end of the table and moved to grab more from a nearby table. "Sit down! I don't think I spilt anything on the other side."
She cautiously eyes the seat opposite his before she sat down. "And what do you want my 'great instincts' for?"
"We're going to kill Krakoa!" he smiled at her, then noticed the look on her face and waved his arms about frantically. "Well, no. Not quite. But kinda. We're gonna plan how to kill Krakoa. If Krakoa needs killing. If not then... I guess we just have a bunch of useless plans."
"Why?"
He bit his lip then went back to cleaning up. "Well... I don't trust it. I know that's a stupid reason to plan an assassination of an island but... Something just feels off about the place. I know all the propaganda says it's 'a safe haven for mutants', but I'm not sold. Is it really so great to have them all on an island infamous for eating them? To have it ruled by a Council who chose itself? To have it guided by such loose laws that they can be defined however those in power want whenever they want? Maybe. I dunno. I just wanna make sure it actually is safe for her-" He froze for a split-second. "For mutants. If not, then it has to go. Even if they all hate me for it."
Amira's eyes glanced over his face. "Who's 'her'?"
"Pixie," came a voice and they both glanced at the young man that approached them. "Isn't it? It's all about her."
"Gerbil!" Darktruth exclaimed and moved to hug him but found himself caught in the booth. "Glad you could make it! And also, no. Well yes. But also no. Mostly yes."
"It's Cody, not 'Gerbil'," the young man replied and glanced at Amira. "And I thought you were all in your 'I hate Pixie for choosing paradise over my depressing arse' phase of bullshit."
"I never hated her."
"I know, that's why I called it bullshit. You hated yourself and claimed you hated her because you are terrible and dealing with your own problems."
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Paragons Vol 2
FanficWhile Krakoa cements its place on Earth and in the universe beyond the Paragons focus on helping everyone they can. However, as much as Pixie fights to keep her team separate from the politics she's about to find out how difficult that is when nobod...