Scott stood at the foot of the throne of Asguard, the king sat pondering the news that he had just been given. Why is this taking so long? Kayla, why do you have to be so complicated? He shifted his weight, taping his fingers on his thigh. I need to get back dam- dangit! Jeezus, your even getting into my head. You might break me of my swearing habit yet. He smiled, containing his laughter at his own thoughts of his boss and close friend.
"What you propose is... interesting" the grainy voice of the imposing man on the throne broke his thoughts.
Well I could have assumed that from how long you sat there you... Rethinking the idea of using his... diverse... language to describe the king. "Yes, Kayla, the woman you hired as a babysitter has finished her temporary job here. You wont be seeing her here for quite some time. Both due to her... outside.. job and her injuries."
"and quite some time would be."
"Several millennia for the people in Midguard, although would only people enough time for your children to grow up here." He allowed his annoyance to tinge his voice, not bothering to hide it anymore. Kayla might be dying and I am sitting here dealing with freaking politics.
"If that is her choice. I will inform the boys when they wake up, Thank you. You are dismissed"
Scott turned his back to the throne, his black hair flipping out of place in the process. Hm must be time for a cut. He thought as he casually split the space fabric with his blood red aura, creating a portal back to base. He stepped through it, not breaking his stride. It closed with a slight pop, the red crystalline fragments of his aura sparkling in the air was the only evidence he left.
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The constant beeps of a heart monitor lingered through the air only to be replaced by the next as Kayla opened her eyes. The world was fuzzy and bright and she slowly made out heads around her as the room came into focus.
She was in the infirmary wing of base, in one of the white and blue clad hospital-style rooms that were a stark contrast from the black marble the rest of the base was made of. Her friends and coworkers stood over her worried expressions painted on their faces like death masks.
"Kayla are you there?" someone said waving their hand over her eyes.
"Yeah, yeah Scott, Im awake, im awake" she muttered batting his hand away
"How do you feel?" another, slightly higher and more nasal voice said, Xavier
"Like my insides have been chopped up, melted, freeze dried, then warmed back up with a microwave oven but other than that great."
The room laughed, knowing her slightly snotty remark ment she was fine as she tried her best to sit up and had a glass of water pushed towards her face. She took it, greedily sucking its contents down.
"So, how long til I can actually get back up and moving about again?"
"You got a few weeks before you'll be able to walk on your own. You took a nice chunk out of your side and sustained a few minor fractures to your ankle. It will probably be a few months before we will release you for field work again." The doctor said looking over her stylish glasses.
Great. A few months, now I'll have no excuse to get out of that desk work that Xavier gives me. She gritted her teeth, she might as well catch up with some of her studies while she's out too, if Xavier gives her a break from paperwork.