OK, as much as she was uncomfortable the comparison was enough to make her laugh. It was a short burst proceeded by a snort and her skin faded back to it's normal fleshy tones with some blush in the cheeks.
"No way, me? I'm nothing like Wolverine." She laughed just trying to imagine the half man half monster her dad had told her about.
"The stone thing helped yeah, because I mean...OK so what happened was..." She hesitated again looking unsure of where to start. She fiddled with the knife in her hands while she considered it.
"OK the short version was, I got kidnapped from my world to this place called Panem. They forced me to compete in these death match arenas and I lost...a lot. Like ten times. And every time I died they'd bring me back good as new. I mean it still hurt and stuff but...I was alive again." It was really disconcerting to try and explain and she was feeling a cold creep up her spine like trying to explain it all might wake her from this dream she'd been living in where she was safe again.
"So in one of the arenas they gave us back our powers if we wore these masks that hurt our faces. I was trying to protect my friend with my stone skin and this girl just...ripped the arm off. But because I was stone no bleeding right? At least not till the mask wore off. Then once I actually died and came back, good as new."
In a manner of speaking. She stopped here realizing that all of that had just come out in a vomit of words and was laying between them in a pile. She awkwardly braced herself waiting for Peter's reaction and praying she didn't sound as pathetic as she felt.
no subject
"No way, me? I'm nothing like Wolverine." She laughed just trying to imagine the half man half monster her dad had told her about.
"The stone thing helped yeah, because I mean...OK so what happened was..." She hesitated again looking unsure of where to start. She fiddled with the knife in her hands while she considered it.
"OK the short version was, I got kidnapped from my world to this place called Panem. They forced me to compete in these death match arenas and I lost...a lot. Like ten times. And every time I died they'd bring me back good as new. I mean it still hurt and stuff but...I was alive again." It was really disconcerting to try and explain and she was feeling a cold creep up her spine like trying to explain it all might wake her from this dream she'd been living in where she was safe again.
"So in one of the arenas they gave us back our powers if we wore these masks that hurt our faces. I was trying to protect my friend with my stone skin and this girl just...ripped the arm off. But because I was stone no bleeding right? At least not till the mask wore off. Then once I actually died and came back, good as new."
In a manner of speaking. She stopped here realizing that all of that had just come out in a vomit of words and was laying between them in a pile. She awkwardly braced herself waiting for Peter's reaction and praying she didn't sound as pathetic as she felt.