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Post by Grant Miller on Jul 6, 2016 1:03:49 GMT -7
While Grant was kind of expecting things to get a little bit worse after he told Minnie his real age (which she was completely unaware of), her mood actually seemed to improve. He was pretty relieved to see that their friendship wasn't going to be affected by something like his age. It seemed so inconsequential in the big picture anyway, not something that should cause such big problems. Once the mood lightened up a bit, Minnie went on about Grant's other 'activities', in a subtle enough manner, of course. Her comment about not getting notice for what he did was interesting. Grant never started the whole superhero thing for fame or recognition, he just felt that he needed to do some good with the gifts he had. Nothing more, nothing less.
"I don't mind it, really"
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Post by Minerva "Minnie" Wells on Jul 6, 2016 1:18:15 GMT -7
"I didn't think you would. You seem like the kind of guy who would shirk away from high praise for his deeds. Still, it would be nice to receive a thank you."
Minnie sighed as her fingers fidgeted on the empty cup. It was part of the reason why she no longer considered herself a hero. She had tried at first. Tried to be the nameless do-gooder. It ended in catastrophe for her when she was young. Everything always went wrong and the mundies had always blamed her for the misdeed in the first place. All because she could pull off some strange tricks and wore a mask. No it paid more to be a half time hero. That way no one blames you when you steal stolen goods or pick pocket the occasional billionaire. Ok so maybe they DID blame you but they were never shocked.
"I honestly wish I had the self confidence and mental fortitude to do that. I find it easier to be a little more self serving at times. Less pain later on." she sighed.
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Post by Grant Miller on Jul 6, 2016 9:09:41 GMT -7
After complimenting Grant, Minnie's whole mood seemed to have changed. That one sad sigh had told him everything. She was doubting her own ability to be a hero again, just like before. There it was again, the unwarranted self loathing and doubt that she had no reason to feel. It was safe to say that she was her own worst enemy, and Grant was intent on changing that. She clearly had some sort of past experience that made her so cynical in the first place. Grant didn't want to pry too much, but it would help to figure it out. After all, he was always willing to help out one of his friends, as new to the general concept as he was. Though he mildly disagreed with her more kleptomaniac tendencies, it was harmless, and nobody was hurt in the end.
"Its not that bad to be selfish"
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Post by Minerva "Minnie" Wells on Jul 6, 2016 9:44:57 GMT -7
Grant's words drew a dry chuckle from her throat. He was right of course. Selfishness was not usually inherently evil. It had it's reasons at times. Like when she originally met Grant. She had been in a hotel room after eviction from her apartment and needed the cash. Hence stealing the jewelry from the smugglers. No it was not the best excuse in the world. That belonged to those who stole for food. But being homeless in Emerald City was an experience she would not care to repeat.
"I know you're right. If you aren't selfish at times you don't get what you want. Hell I doubt I'd be a writer if I wasn't selfish."
The smile returned to Minnie's face. Some people might call what she did assertive but it was selfish on her part. Calling on an old friend for several favors they owed her over the years. Using their connections to get them a meeting with the publisher they worked for. She did it for herself, not for those whom now enjoyed her books. But those were thoughts for another time. For now she wanted to find out more about the guy across from her.
"So what are your plans after high school?"
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Post by Grant Miller on Jul 6, 2016 9:53:04 GMT -7
So she was a writer then? That would certainly explain the laptop. Grant honestly never had a flair for literature or writing in general, so he was kind of out of his element with that topic. At least she had a lot of material for her work, given that she lived in Emerald City, where there wasn't a single dull day. Though her vague comment did support the idea of a pretty hard life. Grant never did have it too hard. His parents loved him and supported him, despite what he was, and he had a pretty bright future in wrestling, despite his grades. At least that was what he aspired towards.
"I'm planning on getting a scholarship in wrestling. If I do well in college, maybe I'll get to the Olypmics"
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Post by Minerva "Minnie" Wells on Jul 6, 2016 10:21:03 GMT -7
Minnie looked genuinely interested in Grant's plans. She herself never made it to college. Her mother had used a lot of the money they had saved to pay for her father's funeral. That was what? Eight years ago? About a year after she discovered her powers. So she found other ways to follow her dreams. Since she couldn't study myths, she'd create them. Maybe in several centuries they'd study her.
"That sounds like a fantastic plan. You'll get that scholarship. And if your skills are any indication, I'm almost certian you'll get to the Olympics."
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Post by Grant Miller on Jul 6, 2016 12:27:52 GMT -7
Grant chuckled a little bit at Minnie's compliment at his skills. While it was true he was...not exactly normal, if he wasn't actively using his abilities, Grant was more or less a normal person, though one would hardly call a 6'7 tall seventeen year old normal either. One Grant's biggest fears was being exposed, especially because of how it would affect his chances of reaching his dream. He would be barred from any sort of sporting event, due to supposed advantage he would have, despite him never actually using those abilities in matches. This fear was partially why he tended to avoid interacting and talking to people. Well, up until now.
"I'm glad you have faith in me"
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Post by Minerva "Minnie" Wells on Jul 6, 2016 12:48:18 GMT -7
"I'm sure I am not the only one and I sure as hell won't be the last. You deserve fatih Grant." Minnie told him, placing a hand over his.
She wasn't sure why she felt the need to reassure him. However she had learned things, as a super and a writer. And the most important thing in both situations was trust your instincts. If she didn't she wouldn't be here, talking to him. As unusual as they both were, it was nice to feel normal for a change. It was as if she was just sitting and talking with an old friend. At the same time she knew that if her editor saw her laptop laying there forgotten that heads would roll. She absent mindedly rubbed her thumb on the back of his hand as she tried to forget about work. When she was unsuccessful she sighed heavily.
"I should get back to work. Call me some time champ."
She stood up and laid a kiss on his cheek as she had before. It was like her signature goodbye when it came to him. She picked up her laptop and paid her tab. Then she walked out of the cafe.
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