Look, my parents were mad scientists who pumped me full of spider-juice just to see what would happen. I went to Hail Hydra high school and Nick Fury university. I've been extraordinary my entire life. After all these years of insanity... a little ordinary sounds pretty #$%^ great. You have your normal... and I have mine.
“Did you get that off our brochures?” Sharon responded,
smirk cracking amused at the expense of the hell hole they called home. Yeah,
things were falling apart alright. At least her present company knew well enough how to
joke about it. “The new Baroness hasn’t done anything to clean up the mess?”
Sharon questioned, for once glad to be pondering on the state of doom ( not
to say the God Emperor’s name in vain ) of another domain. “That
can’t be good for the peace. Has anyone done anything about it?” Though the
question almost lay: what was there to do? The Baron or Baroness of a domain
were to run it as they pleased, those under them had to follow. ( Look
where that mentality was getting them. )
“They’re incredibly interesting if you ever give them a read. They’re my material of choice on the loo.” She was kidding, of course. The sarcasm should have been an indication of that, but Jessica knew that Sharon was sharp enough to pick it up regardless. “Julia. Julia is the new Baroness. She was one of us before Madame Webb got into her damn head. Now she’s useless.” Before she was the Baroness locked away Julia had been a friend, a teammate. She had been a kid when she joined the Resistance and she may have had the worst luck out of all of them, but it didn’t justify what was going on. “You know the Resistance. We’re always ‘doing something’ even when nothing is happening. It’s like how your war is ‘over’ or whatever they’re saying now.”