[ Rationally, Daisy knows how unlikely it is that she would run into someone in this place who would both be from a world like hers that was experimented on by the Kree and also be a descendant of those originally experimented upon. The chances are astronomical. But hope isn't rational. Hope flies in the face of logic and hangs on with everything it is until the very last moment. ]
Yes. [ A simple answer barely breathed into existence. ] Some people call me Quake.
[ She could leave it there, but she knows from experience that trust has to be earned, so she places one of hands on the surface of the bar, palm flat and fingers spread, and she reaches out with her powers. It's second nature to pick out the natural vibration of the materials within the bar, the wood and nails and glue, forcing the sum total of the construction to vibrate at a slightly higher frequency. She doesn't want to break it apart, though she easily could — the only effect is the structure shaking slightly, enough to be felt by everyone sitting there and visibly observed by the bottles and glasses scuttling across the surface like they might during a mild earthquake.
It only lasts a few seconds, long enough to be noticed but not draw undue attention given the precarious state of everything out here beyond the cities, and then it's over, everything returning back to what passes for normal here. She watches him carefully, trying to pick up on even the most subtle reaction. ]
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Yes. [ A simple answer barely breathed into existence. ] Some people call me Quake.
[ She could leave it there, but she knows from experience that trust has to be earned, so she places one of hands on the surface of the bar, palm flat and fingers spread, and she reaches out with her powers. It's second nature to pick out the natural vibration of the materials within the bar, the wood and nails and glue, forcing the sum total of the construction to vibrate at a slightly higher frequency. She doesn't want to break it apart, though she easily could — the only effect is the structure shaking slightly, enough to be felt by everyone sitting there and visibly observed by the bottles and glasses scuttling across the surface like they might during a mild earthquake.
It only lasts a few seconds, long enough to be noticed but not draw undue attention given the precarious state of everything out here beyond the cities, and then it's over, everything returning back to what passes for normal here. She watches him carefully, trying to pick up on even the most subtle reaction. ]