flower market - ota "You know what would be great? A RedBull. Do any of these things contain guarana? Caffeine? Any stimulants? Downers are fine but I like to go the other way."
The vendors at this little market don't seem to be paying him a whole lot of attention. "Not much of a salesman huh? Here's a tip, these tourists come from a lot of places with commodity cultures. Do you know what that means? Goods and services. No one wants to brew their own coffee but they want they coffee. You get me?"
poison garden - ota If there's somewhere one is not supposed to go, rest assured you can probably find Quentin there. The ominous little placard outside this grim garden makes him smile and if you've stumbled on this place along side him he's going to be a bad influence.
"Oh hell yes. This is more my speed. Do you think a grave yard? Maybe they bury their oracle here. C'mon, you're not afraid are you? It's plants! Maybe don't like eat any unknowns and you'll be fine."
flowery fields - ota While he doesn't know a damn thing about plants really, he is observant and does have a mind for spotting patterns. When he plucks something for the sake of a little meaningless destruction and something of another colour grows blooms almost instantly in its place, he's tipped off to the communicative nature of this place.
"The fuck... That's not what this was?" he holds the the little sprig of sweet woodruff in hand as he looks scornfully at the bright magenta geranium that replaced it. He plucks another. Same thing. Turning to look at the path he's been walking its wildly pink too. He cocks an eyebrow. "What the hell. You're FLOWERS you don't HAVE a collective consciousness and I don't give enough fucks about botany to know whatever the fuck this means ok? I can't even imagine I care!"
Quentin Quire | Marvel 616
"You know what would be great? A RedBull. Do any of these things contain guarana? Caffeine? Any stimulants? Downers are fine but I like to go the other way."
The vendors at this little market don't seem to be paying him a whole lot of attention. "Not much of a salesman huh? Here's a tip, these tourists come from a lot of places with commodity cultures. Do you know what that means? Goods and services. No one wants to brew their own coffee but they want they coffee. You get me?"
poison garden - ota
If there's somewhere one is not supposed to go, rest assured you can probably find Quentin there. The ominous little placard outside this grim garden makes him smile and if you've stumbled on this place along side him he's going to be a bad influence.
"Oh hell yes. This is more my speed. Do you think a grave yard? Maybe they bury their oracle here. C'mon, you're not afraid are you? It's plants! Maybe don't like eat any unknowns and you'll be fine."
flowery fields - ota
While he doesn't know a damn thing about plants really, he is observant and does have a mind for spotting patterns. When he plucks something for the sake of a little meaningless destruction and something of another colour grows blooms almost instantly in its place, he's tipped off to the communicative nature of this place.
"The fuck... That's not what this was?" he holds the the little sprig of sweet woodruff in hand as he looks scornfully at the bright magenta geranium that replaced it. He plucks another. Same thing. Turning to look at the path he's been walking its wildly pink too. He cocks an eyebrow. "What the hell. You're FLOWERS you don't HAVE a collective consciousness and I don't give enough fucks about botany to know whatever the fuck this means ok? I can't even imagine I care!"
Because yelling at plants is a cool look.