I sit straight up feeling my internal alarm clock had gone off.
I take my large huge yellow blanket off, shove it into my backpack, and then zip up the beaten purple and black backpack up. I saw the room is entirely dark gray with a sink at the right hand corner, a mirror above the faucets, and not a bed in sight. I turn around to see a fairly human sized door across from me. So Sunstreaker decided to give me the knock out act, I thought rubbing my forehead, how idiotic.
I turn around.
I see windows.
Oh I didn't notice round windows at first!
I came to the windows then use a nearby stool—because the windows are so tall—and step up.
I see outer space.
I see a large distant spacecraft.
Oh goody, I am playing a 'I see' game.
I step off the stool then walk over to the door.
"Jeeze," I said. "It's about me height."
I pause.
"Did I just literally say 'me height'?" I said. I lower my head then pinch the bridge of my nose making a sigh. "God, that irish accent research really stuck on me."
I take my hand off my nose then reach my right hand out for the doorknob.
Instead my hand smacks against the door.
"What the slag?" I said, stepping back. The door doesn't have a knob. I look up towards the ceiling. "Guys!" I had a frown. "This is not funny. Nor is using some knock out thing on my good old neck!" I wave at the corner security cameras. "Ello!"
I start dancing by swaying myself side to side.
"Wanna record this?" I ask, doing the moonwalk. "Be my guest!" I spun myself on the ground using my hands with my legs sticking up. It seems so remarkably easy when the dance experts do it on screen. My dance, on the other hand, is entirely random. "See my butt shake from side to side!"
I shook my rear from side to side in the security camera's view.
I pull my pants down, and my panties, then shook my butt in the camera's view.
"Shake your booty!" I said, cheerfuly. "If you're epic and you know it, scream for me!" I clap my hands. "If you're annoyed and you now it open the door!" I pull my panties up and my pants. I button up the pants and then zip them up. "Pah-lease open the slagging door!"
The door swings open.
I froze.
A man with elf ears and a ugly face did not look happy standing in the doorway.
"DARK ELF!" I shout. "UGLY DARK ELF WITH A BEARD!"
The ugly dark elf frowns.
"Stop shaking your ass in the camera," The dark elf said.
I fold my arms, frowning, staring back at his ugly face.
You know he's not very ugly but the point is that some of the description to Dark Elves in the Marvel Norse fandom relates for the dark elf males to look ugly and the female dark elves to look pretty. Now we don't know what light elves look like; well, I have written about a light elf in "2 kids + Loki = madness" easily because the boy looks fine yet similar to a human with pointy elf ears.
The boy is Tian Verson.
Tian could have been mistaken for a Vulcan if he had dark hair.
"Name," I said, flatly.
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