business and a question

[notamaniac]

In light of recent Nexus events, Freddy has been busy the past several weeks. He's been helping repair and rebuild, including his own business. The anti-violence field left him completely unprepared for that level of violence. Things like that usually didn't happen in his country, in the time he is from.

To say he's unhappy would be a vast understatement. He's pissed and it's bringing out a side of his nature that he doesn't like.

While he's been working, Freddy has been having an intense debate within himself about vengeance, justice, and protecting other people. He hasn't reached any conclusion that satisfies him. It seems he can make his mother proud and keep his self respect...or he can do something about what happened, which...might protect people in the Nexus. Maybe. Then, again...maybe not? Maybe he's just pissed and looking for an excuse to lash out.

Freddy walks to the middle of the Plaza, watching people go by, before addressing anyone who wants to listen.

"Y'know, one of my parents was scum, the other a saint, at least in my eyes," Freddy announces. "I choose my character every damn day."

Well, that was dramatic, at least. He took a deep breath, starting over.

"What's going to happen to that Khan guy? Anything?"

Comments

[red_room]

"He was left to die. It was a kinder fate than he deserved."

Now, in truth, Natasha has been more worried about what's going to happen with Steve Rogers than she was worried about who did what with Khan's body. She's slipping up a bit, not making sure she accounted for his body among the dead.

So as a first, she doesn't know for sure what happened.

But she's not about to admit that. Besides, her words were truth enough. That is what happened to him.

[riversideblues]

"Dead."

Dean simply says with a cold look on his face, and voice that is just as cold. He saw everything from his sniper's nest on the roof. He even took a solid shot at Khan, a shot that felt good.

He has been keeping to himself, and he finally decided to come rejoin the world. With a borrowed sniper rifle slung over his shoulder, Dean was about to head out to the Atomic Range when he happened to stumble on Freddy.

"And he better stay that way. Cause nobody kills my little buddy. Nobody!"

[protolawyer]

"I'm totally, totally down with the argument that genes are what make us, but like. Good job on not being some kind of sociopath, I guess? You want a medal or something, spanky? You're socially acceptable; congratulations."

Shark shifts himself stiffly in his nearby recliner, as if moving his middle is somehow painful or at least a delicate procedure.

"Who the hell is Khan again? Is he the blowjob that caused the Underbelly turning into a fuckin' warzone?"