2010-11-04: Past Frienemy

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Summary: Index tells Quetzal about a frienemy from his past.

Date: November 4, 2010

Log Title: Past Frienemy

Rating: PG


Barnes Academy - Administrative Office

The administrative offices of the various shield agents and academic administrators as well as the small army of secretaries and clerks it takes to keep a school running smoothly are connected to this module. The central module has a large counter bisecting it with various school functionaries behind the counter at work stations or manning the desk.


Gathering the things he needs to start teaching next week, Quetzal has his arms..or arm since the other is holding his cane, full with books and papers. Luckily he has Verde with him who is currently a chimpanzee holding his share of books. "You know, you're really not cut out to be a teacher." Verde says to Quetzal as he just scowls at his friend. "It's better this than a desk job." He mutters back.

Speaking of 'not meant to be a teacher', Index waltzes into the room whistling the theme song from the Andy Griffith show. He has his own books and papers in his hands, mostly plays and notes about them. He has a few classes of various ages, so finding material that is both age-appropriate and good for a student level is somewhat challenging. The teacher produces a bag out of nowhere, sticks all the books and papers in the bag, closes it and enters it into inventory. "Well, hey there, Quetzal and Verde. I assume Verde, anyways. You never look quite the same."

"Yes, it's Verde with me." Queztal says with a friendly smile, even if his smile just seems a bit awkward when it isn't. "How are you this evening Index, sorry, just trying to get started with language and figuring what exactly I'm supposed to be teaching with language." He says giving a good natured chuckle. "Is that the same thing you were expelling bricks from?" He asks of the thing he that Index is depositing books into.

"Well, I have two inventory pieces, and the one I was expelling bricks from is a different one than I use for regular storage. I still have my brick, actually. It's something I've learned. Never leave home without one," says Index, in good humour. He's not actually that obsessed with bricks, even if they are neat inventory fillers. Better than pebbles at least. "One is easier to use, but the other is easier to use in combat. It's complicated, and probably not all that interesting, tho', so I'll digress."

"It sounds kind of complicated but not leaving home without a brick, well, it was useful to you." Quetzal says as he won't argue the brick. "Actually it was also helpful to me. So, anyway, I was thinking about having a few of us staff go out for drinks some night, just get to know each other and have a bit of fun or something." Quetzal says since while active, going out to a bar was always a good way to unwind and socialize.

"Well, that sounds like a great idea. I'm pretty new around here, so getting to know some of the other staff might help me adjust," says Index, contemplating that for a moment. "And yeah, I hate feeling unarmed when I go out. I'm sometimes a little paranoid, what with some of my history." He sits down and crosses one leg over the other. "I have a kind of rival who may or may not be dead, so I'm usually expecting him to pop out of nowhere."

"I feel weird going out unarmed but then I don't think it's a good idea to wander the streets of the city with a firearm on your hip." Quetzal says as his 'armed' is a little different than Index's probably. "A kind of rival? Someone you met on one of your classified missions?" He asks putting down his papers for now so he can have a free arm. "Don't worry, I understand if you can't tell me a lot of things."

"No, kind of a childhood frienemy. We've had several conflicts where he does something horrible to me, and I retaliate by doing something even more horrible. Loads of fun, a rival," Index says facetiously. "He's kind of ruined my life path a few times. I think maybe he's insane?" The agent waves his hand dismissively at that, adding, "Anyhow, it does seem like a bad idea going around with a firearm attached. I don't even carry one in my inventory very often…"

"I never really had a rival, unless you count competing with my twin sister growing up but I don't think that really counts." Quetzal says as the two didn't really compete in regards to much. "Well hopefully he doesn't ruin your life path here, which I could imagine is kind of difficult with all the security they have down here." Then as for the fire arm. "Well I got used to having a small firearm with me at all times from being out in the field, I might be a mutant but I never had any fancy super powers."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I'm not a mutant, but my powers are kind of… well, they sure aren't traditional powers, like flight, super strength, fire breath… that kind of thing," says Index, picking up one of his inventory blocks to look at it. "When I was in the field, I usually had a weapon of some kind hidden on my person for easy access. And yeah, if my rival shows up here, I'm not sure what he's going to do. Probably stain my reputation, like usual."

"How could he stain your reputation? I mean so far you don't seem like a bad guy to me." Quetzal says but then he hasn't had many friends outside of his squad in the last few years. "We needed to have weapons on us when we were in the field. Lake and Ripper were the two that were more combat inclined then Shon and myself but we still had to pull the trigger a lot of times. I guess it's kind of become a sort of a safe feeling having it with me but you're probably in the same boat as I am, getting used to a normalish life."

"Well, he's ruined me at drama competitions by bribing judges, framed me to ruin my chances at a scholarship, got me ejected from the military on grounds of homosexuality and was the guy who blew my identity and ruined my career, so I dunno. I guess I figure he'll figure out a way, if the time comes?" explains Index, raising a brow slightly as he contemplates this, "Anyways, I do know how uneasy it can be not to have some kind've weapon at least. I have an advantage in easy concealment…"

Quetzal makes a face at what Index says and shakes his head. "Sounds like more and enemy than just a friend enemy was it that you said?" He says trying to remember the word frienemy. "I don't know what I would do if I had someone who seemed hell bent on making my life a living hell." Sure a part of him wonders if Index is gay but he's not about to ask that, it doesn't really matter much anyway. "If the time comes I'm sure you'll have people here who can have your back."

"Yeah, well, we used to be friend-enemies, but now, it's just enemy-enemies, and I think he's dead? I have no idea why he had this obsession with targetting me. But our fates are intertwined, and I think he took that to mean I'm supposed to be an object of his hate," says Index, shrugging as he gives his own take. "Yeah, believe me, the guy is ruthless. Hopefully, if I wind up framed for something, don't jump too quickly to conclusions…"

Quetzal nods to Quetzal. "I will definitely keep that in mind and I'm glad that I know it now before the possibility of a dead enemy comes after you. After all we are both SHIELD agents, that's gotta count for something where we have each other's backs." They're on the same side, fighting for the same goals so Quetzal feels a certain bond with Index. Also that the two have been reduced to being teachers from field agents. "Fate is a very strange thing. You never know, if your fates are intertwined and you're still alive, there is a good chance he might be."

Index nods at Quetzal and says, "If you ever get into trouble, I'll also give you the benefit of the doubt. After all, we're kind of the same in some ways." The agent pops out his bag of plays and nods, "I do think he's still alive. I feel like he and I still have a little bit of history to make, but I'm trying not to worry about him popping out and doing whatever it is he does…"

Quetzal gives Index a smile. "Sounds good but I don't think I have anything like you following me around. Sure I've pissed off people but I don't think they've ever come after us. And don't worry about it. And if you ever want to go out and explore New York City, I don't know it to well. Though unfortunately I am going to head back to my room soon. I have to sort through all this stuff and maybe open a bottle of sake before sleeping."

"Sounds like a plan. If you want me to show you the sights, I can. I'm originally from New York, actually, and it hasn't changed too much while I was gone that I don't know where anything is," says Index, nodding at that. He gives Quetzal a salute and says, "I'm going to get back to sorting through these plays. Have yourself a good night."

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