The fine line between good and bad is always blurred.
Living the life of a fugitive for over a decade, Adeline is approached about a job prospect. The mission is simple; recover the Tesseract.
Little did she know at the time, but that one decision...
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"Kick this champions ass."
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"So?" Loki's hurriedly interrogating me as I step through the portal "What says the sorcerer?"
"He can't", I tell Loki, my words dripping with disappointment and disdain "You were right." Glancing over to see Loki's expression fall I point out "I thought you would've been throwing the I told you so's in my face right about now."
A small sad smile plays on Loki's lips, the God of Mischief shrugging "Perhaps I had a little hope."
Watching Loki's expression fall I can't help but now feel extraordinarily guilty. I'd given him hope. Instead I came back to tell him what Loki already knew. Thor's going to have no choice but to fight the Grandmaster's champion. Suddenly Loki's hands clap together, any semblance of sadness washed from his mind "Right. I'm to head off to the Grandmasters skybox since he gracefully invited us. He also brought you down a dress so do us a favor and wear it." Just like that, Loki's blitzing out of the room calling back to me about some wager he is to place against Thor.
Wandering over to my bed- split from the king size it had previously been for obvious reasons- I allow my eyes to wander over the red material. It's tight at the top before it flows down from the hips. I have to give it to the Grandmaster. He's stylish. However on me? I think I'm just going to feel extremely out of place. Never the less, I slid into the dress in the effort to not displease the man who runs the planet. The material softly gliding over my skin I observe it in awe when it pools at my feel. Sliding my feet into the red stilettos I wander the apartment aimlessly in an attempt to get used to the shoe, cursing that idea that even another planet thought this shoe was an excellent idea. As soon as I'm dolled my face and hair up slightly I leave the apartment, heading for the stadium entrance on the lower level of the tower.
Ignoring the drunken slurs and shouting from others who have come to see the match I gaze around carefully, trying to find where the fighters are finding their weapons. At least that's what the bartender explained to me as he pointed in their direction. Spotting a red laser field barred across the wall I wander over with my heels clicking assertively underneath my stride. Reaching the bars I search every... lifeform... inside in search of Thor. I'm about to turn around and admit defeat when I notice Thor twirling a sword in his grasp, testing out how the weapons feel in his grasp.
