4230/Romeo and Juliet

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Romeo and Juliet
Date of Scene: 09 April 2018
Location: Manhattan - Drake's Apartment
Synopsis: Drake doesn't agree with Lar's decision regarding his relationship with Kara.
Cast of Characters: Slipstream, Mon-El




Slipstream has posed:
It's late at night in Manhatten and the team house is mostly quiet. It seems that everyone is down in the first floor climbing the competitive ladder while Drake is sitting upstairs in his room. He is staring at the computer for a few moments at a time, though he does not seem interested in heading over to play on it. He's dressed in a pair of workout shorts and a team shirt with his laptop on the bed nearby and opened to an eSport news page. He has a stream on the TV that he is barely paying much attention to.

Mon-El has posed:
    Too bad he isn't paying attention to the stream, because the enemy team on there totally pulls a C9 and loses because they stepped off of the payload thinking they could get a kill or two before the Overtime timer ran out. -Not- a gamble they should have made, it seems! But anyway, the streamers are laughing like crazy because it's hilarious. At any rate, the match ends and the stars of the show start to do their usual 'Like Comment Subscribe' pitch when it's interrupted by the doorbell. Yep, no more coming through windows because that's what doors are for.

Slipstream has posed:
Tilting his head up at the sound of the bell, Drake waits almost a full minute before he sighs and heads to the elevator to get it. He already knows the others won't as they are tied up in game. After the quick jaunt down, he opens the door after unlocking it. At the sight of Lar, he looks surprised. "Hey man! Didn't use the window?"

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar laughs at the window crack. "No, it seems I've finally learned the value of using doors." he replies and lets himself in once the door is open. "So, how's Overwatch going?" he asks. "Hope I didn't catch you at a bad time."

Slipstream has posed:
"I'm not playing right now. Still wallowing in my self-pity after a long day of playing Overwatch." Drake says as he lets him in, closing it behind him. He takes in a deep breath as he looks up at him. "... So, the procedure went okay I take it? You came over and you remembered I am a dork that plays video games. I don't need to whip the video out?" He pauses. "Did you bitch out and not even do it?"

Mon-El has posed:
    "Of course I do, I told you I would." Lar says, smirking. "I know you weren't playing at the moment, but I meant how is it going in general, really. As in how is your team doing, et cetera?"

    As for the procedure, he shrugs a little. "Heh...it went about as well as could be expected for something like that to be honest. Which means it wasn't without its tense moments. But everything is all right now." He sits down on a sofa in the living room. Well he definitely doesn't look like someone recovering from brain surgery that happened just yesterday or something. "But you should still keep that video." he says softly.

Slipstream has posed:
"Well, I already uploaded it to my social accounts you know .. because I really want that spaceship for my first car." Drake flops down on to the sofa, grinning at him. "Are we still best friends or did your memories pluck your actual best friend out and now you remember who this dude is and you wanna go kick it with them? Because, I'll tell you this, I bet your dude doesn't know where to find the best pizza in New York at." He gives him a rather cocky grin. "Still in love with Kara?"

Mon-El has posed:
    "I don't know if I could call any one person THE 'best' friend over anyone else." Lar admits, smiling. "But I can definitely tell you that you are still one of my best friends." He laughs again at the mention of pizza. "All right, all right. I'll give you that, you're probably right. Most likely many of my friends in the Legion wouldn't know that. Okay, maybe Brainiac. Well maybe not." Then his face sobers when Drake brings up Kara again. A sigh. "Yes, I am. But I understand now more than ever, that I have to break it off with her."

Slipstream has posed:
"Wha--? Dude, are you kidding me? Why do you have to break it off for? She's an amazing girl and you two are crazy in love with each other. You aren't willing to work through it? Fight for it?" Drake looks exasperated as he runs a hand back through his hair.

Mon-El has posed:
    "Drake," Lar sighs again, sounding even a little bit exasperated. "I already told you, remember? My family would be enraged if they found out I have not only fallen in love with a Kryptonian, but have chosen to embrace it. Even after everything that happened to our homeworld as a result of Krypton's missteps. I know I have friends who would protect me, but why should I expect them to if I can simply avoid creating that situation in the first place? Why should I selfishly, and intentionally put them in danger? It could mean war with Daxam, and that is much too high of a cost. Earth has enough sinister forces working toward its demise without me bringing on another one. Besides that...as I told you, I have a responsibility to my people. Even if my parents leave or die, that just means I'll have to step in and take charge in their place. How could I expect them to accept a queen from Krypton?" he shakes his head. "I...know you don't understand. But I don't expect you to."

Slipstream has posed:
"Of course I fucking understand it. It's Romeo and Juliet dude, and you know what? Fuck your parents. It's really that easy. Fuck 'em. No one on this planet gives a shit about your parents or whatever boofuckinghoo residentsleeper drama they got going on their dumb planets a billion lightyears away. You got your memories back, right? So you know you're a badass, you're a hero, you're a leader. You gonna be a coward also now because you won't fight for the woman that you love, who obviously loves you back?" Drake says as he rocks his shoulders back. "Your people aren't here. This is Earth. Either get your ass back on your spaceship and fly back home to serve your dad, or stay here and start a new life and tell them to go fuck off. You seriously think Superman or Captain America is gonna let your parents or her parents come down here and start shit? No, they'd get punched in the /jaw/ and sent back home."

Mon-El has posed:
    "No, you -don't-." Lar replies, his tone firm. "I told you already, it's -not- that simple." He knows his friend is angry, but those words were definitely hurtful. "As much as I would agree that my family isn't the best one out there, and that they are far from perfect, they are still -my- family. They raised me, they loved me and they still do love me, and I don't -want- them to get punched in the jaw if they don't have to be. I also don't need to fight -for- Kara. She can fight for herself. She's the strongest woman I know, she -will- work this out. But the last thing I want to do is -start- a fight over her, much less a war. Kal and Steve have enough to worry about without having to help fix some family drama!"

    "This whole attitude of thinking that my friends will just take care of any situation that comes about as a result of every stupid, impulsive thing I feel like doing is extremely immature. I already spent the past several months behaving that way, and I'm -done- with it. My decision is made, and there is nothing you can say that will change it. All right? So you'd best save your breath."

Slipstream has posed:
"Your woman could be the strongest chick in the fucking universe but the right thing for her man is to /always fight for her/, because that is what you do with love." Drake says as he fires right back at him. "She's not going to be working anything out if you're taking any decision away from her by dumping her. Just because your parents gave you a roof over your head doesn't mean you gotta be a punk ass because they got intergalactic beef. This is your chance to step up and squash it. You and Kara both. Show them that their bullshit needs to end because you two are moving on and you're in love. If your family and her family can't deal with that, then cut them out. My dad used to beat the crap out of my mom until she left. He beat her. He beat me. He drank a lot. Oh, but you know, he loved me. He said he did, right after he'd break my arm, or put me in the hospital. Just because someone loves you, doesn't mean it's healthy." He pushes himself up and starts for the elevator with a scowl. "And of course your friends will back you up. That's why we're called your /friends/. It's what makes us teammates. Real friends aren't punkasses who sit by and watch their friends get hurt. They punch 'em in the jaw and send them packing. They sent Thanos packing. They sent Galactus packing. They sent the Red Skull packing. They sent ... Darkseid packing. That's what they do." He jabs his finger on the button of the elevator. "At least your girl doesn't fuck random gold guys in outerspace dude. Kara is a fifteen on a scale from one to ten and you're gonna let that go over family drama."

Mon-El has posed:
    "Of course they would, but that doesn't mean I intentionally cause trouble for them by creating situations that could easily be avoided!" Lar retorts. "It's not right. I love her, yes. But just because I happened to fall in love with her, doesn't make her more important than you, or Jessica, or Kal. Or even my family as arrogant as they are, or anyone else in this entire universe for that matter."

    He doesn't follow Drake, but just sighs again. "It's not just 'intergalactic beef'." he says quietly. "It was our people, our homes, our legacy. We -can't- go home, because of Krypton. Do you know how many of my people -died- so that I could live that day? Do you -know- what it's like, to watch the world you grew up in burn to the ground? Do you know what it's like to watch all your friends die so that you could escape unscathed?! All because Krypton refused to face the reality of their own impending destruction. Frankly, before I met Kara, I hated them all too. And I was shocked that she -cared-." He pauses briefly, gazing out the window thoughtfully.

    "Look, you might not be willing to forgive your family for their mistakes, but that doesn't mean I can't forgive -mine-. I know what I need to do, and I'm going to do it. If Kara can't forgive me or if she refuses to even try to understand...then she's every bit the self-righteous elitist I thought she was in the first place."