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After all, fear itself is a clever, treacherous adversary with neither respect for any convention nor the smallest shred of mercy once it finds you.

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DARK/VIOLENT STARTERS

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She struggle underneath his touch as every bit of life force slowly started to leave her body like a stream of energy. He seemed to suck every bit of it up like a sponge, capable of taking this energy and just putting even more pressure into his grip. “Fucking,–” Valentina hissed “leech,” no doubt Earth Syndicate mobsters who tried to use the chaos as a way to justify their violence – as if violence ever needed justification, not in their ranks at least. While the other laughed at her helplessness, the other, who still held her against the wall, abruptly fell towards his knees, held his head and started to scream. His eyes were widened, his breathing sounded irregular even with all that noise surrounding them, yet all Valentina really cared for was finally being free. The trickster pressed her back against the wall to remain on her feet, though she did have a hard time doing so. As she let her head tilt to the side to finally examine the source of such strength, her eyes widened in shock, almost as if she’d seen a ghost. “You’re kidding me? Damian?” The two others remained on the ground, now paralyzed, mouths opened wide and with little to no breathing coming from any of them, as if they’d seen the devil himself – well, this wasn’t entirely untrue.  

Sighing deeply, still in disbelief, Valentina tried to push herself from the wall – luckily, she did manage to stabilize herself. “So you could instill fear into others and you managed to keep this a secret all this time without boasting just a little bit?” Valentina looked surprised, but as his suggestion to carry her, she quickly started to move, wonky at first, but steadier by the second. Just so she could have a quiet moment of recovery, Valentina bent her fingers into a fist and zipped his mouth shut until they were outside, somewhere more quiet. As they finally found a place within Central Park, Valentina lifted the little inconvenience she’d placed on him and turned around. “Oh, I like you much more with your mouth either occupied or shut completely,” she smirked “or blurting out the truth, for once.” She took a deep sigh, almost as if to shake off the previous trauma of being drained of her life force. “Thank you, I owe you,” her last few words were accompanied by a bittersweet sound to it, much of it due to not wanting to say those words to begin with.

“Well, I like playing my cards at the right moment, you see. Had you not been in trouble, I would have kept this particular one up my sleeve for far longer.” The option to carry her was still pretty much open, but he would rather turn to that only when it was highly necessary. He was glad that Valentina seemed to catch on and kept moving. Just as he opened his mouth to ask about her own abilities, he felt it zip completely shut. It didn’t take much to figure it was his companions own doing. Telekinesis? Biological Manipulation? The answer would have to wait until he could actually ask a question.

Once they reached Central Park, Damian felt the force clamping his lips shut lighten. There was no delight in being one-upped by Valentina, but he wasn’t going to admit defeat that quick. He would get her back one day. “I can think of better ways to keep it occupied,” he quipped with a held back smirk. And then the quiet settled, dented here and there by the sounds of the distant chaos at the MET and New York’s bustling activity settling in for the night.

“You’re very much welcome, Valentina.” Had this been a pleasant, or even remotely normal day, his devious mind would have churned out plenty of ideas to pay her debt. But the exhaustion was beginning to inhibit him, and Damian thanked the dim light of Central Park for keeping guard of his wearing out façade. And yet it seemed as though his own voice was betraying him. “For the moment, I would like to remain in New York’s good graces and stick to prominence and eloquence, instead of infamy and notoriety. I would highly appreciate it if you let the rumors remain nothing more than that.” Somehow his voice sounded less hard, less guarded than it usually seemed. If Valentina had been listening carefully, she would have caught it.

“If ever the business success heads south and I am left with no other option but to allow my involvement in the mafia take the wheel, you’d be the first on the guest list of my grand coming out party.” He doubted any of his patrons would care enough about his involvement with the mafia. Recently, the rumors had been persistent and yet, not a single fluctuate in his revenue. But Damian would rather play it safe. At least for the moment. “Now, after what had just happened, I don’t think it’s quite safe to be alone. I would like to extend this rare moment of kindness and offer you a ride home. I could call my chauffeur to come pick us up, and we could drive you to anywhere you need to be.”

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While chaos started to break loose within the MET, Valentina tried to remain as calm as possible. She had to find her Don and, most importantly, lead them to safety, yet, after searching every room, she realized they’d already left, leaving her possibly alone in all of this mess. From the corner of her eyes she could see someone from the Water Syndicate stand their ground as others circled them, though she remained uninvolved to prevent any damage that could be lead back to their own Syndicate. To leave the gala without anyone noticing, Valentina blend in with all others who were storming out of the MET in hopes of not getting caught. Alas, those perceptive enough to see through her charade quickly caught up on her, believing she might hide to ultimately cover up her involvement.

The Earth Syndicate, of course – those lousy, earth-eaters, clinging to the skirt of their Don as if she could grant them everything in exchange for a bit of loyalty. Her head quickly bumped against against one of the nearby walls after she’d been dragged out of the crowd. Another one tried to reach her but failed as smoke suddenly filled the spot where she’d just been and a dagger cut the side of his arm, preventing him from attacking. As she tried to run away, however, her own shadow betrayed her, keeping her on the spot until the other Ascendant pressed his arm against her neck and she could feel, yet again, the wall against her back. “Shadows and tricks, huh? That’s my specialty.” but before she could even attack a second time the man in front of her started to suck out her life force, almost as to drain someone from their blood. Valentina started to panic slightly, struggled against his hand trying to free herself – no use.

Just mere seconds before the chaos even erupted, Damian had felt the air surge and pulsate with fear. There was something rather fascinating about human intuition. It seemed to sense danger beforehand, albeit a bit too late, just as it was about to smack them right in the face. He thrived in the chaos, thought about adding just a touch more of terror to everyone running for their lives. But deciding instead to spare everyone of his little misdemeanor and save himself the energy, he settled instead to making sure his mob made it out alive. All the while, keeping a glass of champagne in hand.

Sticking to the darker corners of the gallery and casting the barest hint of fear to anyone who came a little too close, Damian finished the rest of his drink and began to escape the chaos. He would have loved to help out everyone else who was suffering at the hands of fellow ascendants had he had an ounce of care or time. At the moment, it was just about getting himself to safety.

As he rounded the corner to even more disorder and violence, the first thing he caught sight of was a familiar face. Valentina. With the name that she bore, the surprise he felt was idiotic, and yet it was there, undeniably. Damian was all too keen on being oblivious to her anguish, ready to accept an acquaintance’s inevitable demise, but what little heart he had got the best of him, and before there was even a thought about saving her life, his hand had reached out and clenched into a fist, sending Valentina’s assailant into paralyzing fear. No killing for him tonight.

“Miss Genovese,” he greeted in a casual tone that felt a tad out of place after what had just happened. “I would taunt and prod you about this fascinating new discovery I’ve made about you, but right now, I suggest we make a run for it, yes? Can you manage to stand?” And with the slightest hint of a smirk, he added, “Or would you prefer I carried you?”

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❝ please don’t get injured again. ❞

Her words, candidly spoken, could have been used for a different interpretation, sounded as if there was concern over his wellbeing and that it’d be horrid if the situation the two were now in was repeated but to a worse extent  – they both knew the rest of the words that wouldn’t leave her lips yet it surrounded them in that room like a suffocation.  I don’t want to have to see you again. Jericho still had yet to meet his eyes nor respond to softly spoken tone, focusing on picking out the pieces of glass that were in the way of her work then setting her hands gently on his arm again. The earlier phrase about him calling was void, Jericho was sure she wouldn’t have answered. might have stared at her cell blankly until it stopped ringing.

The silence was eerie as the seconds ticked by, the movements mechanical and her form stiff; at one point a mumbled apology was given before the feeling settled into something soft and warm instead of the prickling sensation due to her fragile concentration. 

eventually, Jericho did look up but not to meet his eye, merely looked past him at the bright white wall beside his head and when she opened her mouth to speak  – gently, warily.  ❝ do you want me to call an uber for you? you look too out of it to go anywhere.  ❞ both had their fair share of moments when it came to drowning in alcohol so it hadn’t phased her, though the frown now on her features gave away her displeasure at his continued abuse of the substance when she had long ago forgotten that vice. his name had still not left her mouth, wasn’t sure if he noticed.

“Careful, Ripley, I almost thought you cared.” With the alcohol dulling any reservation that he had, the flirtatious taunting continued to slip out of his mouth. Ever since he arrived, he’s been nothing more than another patient. He could have gone to a clinic closer to his home in Brooklyn to get his arm stitched up, but instead he poorly bandaged his arm and continued to bleed for another half hour or so to get to Staten Island to come see her. And yet, there wasn’t so much as a glance, not even a mention of his name falling from her lips.

Getting rid of me so quickly, now were the words that had formed in his head but he never dared to let it slip. Damian, of all people, would understand why she wouldn’t want his presence gracing her. What he did was too agonizing of a thing to even process and indeed, he was lucky that Jeri didn’t turn him away. He decided that the coquetry had to end. 

Clearing his throat, Damian straightened up, and in a tone that all of a sudden sounded sober and a tad too serious, he spoke. “That won’t be necessary. I can perfectly manage. Thank you. Although,” he paused, considering his next words. “I don’t think I can go back quite yet.” There wasn’t much else to say about the matter. The only instances Damian couldn’t stand his house was when his powers inhibited himself. “Do you mind if I stay for a bit? I’ll be completely out of your way. I just can’t go back there.”

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loreleiparker‌:

As much as being a part of something so filled with chaos thrilled her, Lorelei wasn’t someone who enjoyed her life to be suddenly thrown into something worse. The chaos of life within the syndicate was orderly, almost controlled, and while it could be unpredictable at times, it was familiar. Whatever the mess was that had been brought tonight, she didn’t want a part of it. But she didn’t particularly have a choice. If they came knocking, looking to blame her syndicate, looking to create havoc within the ranks, well, she’d be more than happy to insert herself into it all.

She wouldn’t admit it, but just by looking at the rigid way she moved, at the way her eyes moved over her surroundings more than once, it was clear that she was on edge. But she was also thrown off her game, after leaving the Earth hide out, everyone still unsure about what it would bring, so she didn’t see the man running behind her. Didn’t even hear him. If he had been trying to kill you, you’d be dead. The voice within sounded an awful lot like her father’s disappointment and disgust.

The ground was hard, unforgiving as she just laid there, attempting to regain the breath that had been forcibly knocked from her lungs. His words washed over her, Lorelei not really hearing until the tail end of his speech. Blinking rapidly, the daze she felt drifted away, as her eyes zeroed in on who had knocked her down. She pushed up, arms helping her raise into a sitting position as her moved away from him, eyes searched the surroundings. “I’m just winded.”

Lorelei’s immediate concern was that this was some kind of ploy. Use the mayhem of the gala to attack. It would be a bold, yet stupid move. Not seeing anyone around, she looked back to Damian, her breath coming easier now. “Perhaps you should be paying attention,” she snapped, tone harsher than she had intended. Burst of air passing through her lips, she gave a forced smile.  “Sorry. Bit on edge. Don’t worry about it. I should have been paying attention myself.”

Watching as she moved away from him, Damian was immediately concerned if his powers were inadvertently working and seeping into the other’s head. He willed the fear to retract, and promptly felt stupid by the latent gesture. It was definitely a peculiar night. Although the momentary fluctuate and indecision of the other’s attitude towards him had left him confused, Damian couldn’t bring himself to be mean and derisive at the moment.

“No, no, don’t be ridiculous. I take full accountability for this.” Body feeling battered with every movement, Damian pulled himself up on his feet and cautiously strode towards her, offering a hand to help her up. “Are you sure you’re unhurt? I could take you to the hospital, or- or at least buy you a drink. Indulge me, I beg you. Just to ease the guilt.” He wasn’t quite used to being the one at fault, and guilt was not exactly a delightful feeling. 

“Damian, by the way. Damian Salviati.” Not that his name would have helped him in this situation, but he hoped his prominence in elite circles and in New York as a prime business owner would at least make him less foreboding and more worthy of forgiveness.

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asclepiusdescendant‌:

Location: Bellevue Clinic Who: Open

❝ You couldn’t have just called first? and who the fuck wrapped this?  ❞

The workday began balanced; shifting from slow to fast to slow to fast then settling on a pace that kept her moving, black sneakers on the ceramic white tile and if she lifted her gaze the walls were near white. almost like an asylum but she wouldn’t say such things out loud for frightened patients catching wind of such words was not something desired on her agenda.  ❝ Just stay on the bed, stop moving! ❞ Any timidness she possessed was pushed back in favor of icy vexation, worry overtaken by her irritation when they showed up at her workplace sporting a still bleeding wound. she couldn’t see yet what it was, tugging them to an empty space for privacy then shutting the door with a sharp click. The Bellevue was considered neutral territory, syndicate members came here all the time but only those from her own sought her out. rarely if not at all did others. Without warning gloved palm gently tapped the wound after she unwound the poor craftsmanship, a look of revulsion curling her lip, then hands gave off a warm glow as she set to work on weaving it closed.   ❝ lucky I didn’t turn your ass away. ❞ mumbled words left lips during her concentration, gods she was so talkative today.

Quite frankly, he could have called first. He had considered it even before his little mishap, his finger hovering over her name on his phone. But after drunkenly slipping, breaking a glass in the process, and subsequently falling on it, and his primary reaction being to continue drinking whiskey straight from the bottle like a barbarian, his alcohol-muddled brain decided the ludicrous decisions had to end there. After all, he didn’t take rejection nicely, and Damian was sure she would.

In his intoxication, he nearly erupted into a chaos of laughter at her heated question over a lousy bandage he had very poorly done. Damian was well-educated in a number of fields, but first aid was not one of them. Especially not when he was deeply inebriated. There was probably still some glass stuck in his arm. “Now, now, Miss Ripley, that’s not the way you talk to a wounded patient.” His tone was collected, amused, and had the slightest touch of affection, as if he wasn’t injured at all. It was less guarded, less foreboding, as it only ever did when: a) alcohol had been taken, and b) he was in the presence of Jericho Ripley.

The abrupt gesture had caught him by surprise, and as much as he always found Ascendant abilities quite the spectacle, his eyes were fixated on her face, instead. “How very fortunate of me,” he spoke softly, almost a whisper, as he took in her every feature. “I should get injured more often, ‘no?” 

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Date: August 21st, 3:45AM

Location: The Docks

Availability: open to all

In this certain ungodly hour, the streets belonged to vagrants, miscreants, insomniacs, or people who took the late shift. Damian was none of them. In fact, it was still quite the mystery how, in his distress, he even managed to assemble a decent enough outfit for a jog, if he could call it that.

The air was damp and with every sprint he took, his legs strained and the stinging cold bit at his cheeks. The events at the gala just hours ago had haunted what little sleep he could get. Whether it was his powers seeping into his head (as it always did ever since he’d gotten them) or simply just the maleficence of tonight’s events, he knew there was no escaping it. The strain and the cold were way better than laying around begging for sleep to come when it clearly wasn’t going to.

The nightmare was simple: enjoying the gala with fellow Librans, champagne in hand, when the whole fiasco broke out. As macabre as it seemed, feeling the air pulsate with budding terror heightened his delight, with the smallest hint of a smile touching his features. But as the body was dragged through the crowd, every bit of pleasure escaped him. It had the same elegant clothes, dark hair, and olive skin as his. There, in the middle of the crowd, his own body lay, but this time, his neck was cut open.

His reverie was cut short by the sudden impact of hurtling into another body, sending him crashing onto the damp asphalt. And by how powerful the force was, Damian must have been going faster than he intended. “I’m sorry- I’m-” He was clearly spent. Struggling to pull himself up, he groaned and grimaced at the taste of blood in his mouth. “It was dark. I didn’t-” Eyes adjusting to his surroundings, he realized that wasn’t quite the case. The docks were fairly well-lit. “I didn’t quite see you there. I’m truly sorry. Are you alright? I’m very much willing to take you to the hospital and pay for all expenses.” 

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king - zayde wolf |  call me devil - friends in tokyo | trouble - valerie broussard | doubt - twenty one pilots | the good, the bad, and the dirty - panic! at the disco | raise hell - dorothy | no good - kaleo | legendary - welshly arms |  dangerous - royal deluxe | hellfire - barns courtney | won’t go down easy - jaxson gamble | fire - barns courtney | hustler - zayde wolf | i’m gonna do my thing - royal deluxe | ready, set, let’s go - sam tinnesz | bury me face down - grandson | kings - tribe society | revolution - the score | can’t stop me now - oh the larceny | this is my world - esterly | young god - halsey | glitter & gold - barns courtney | legend - the score | watch me - the phantoms | higher - the score | new americana - halsey | blood // water - grandson | all eyes on me - pigeon john | man on a mission - oh the larceny | icarus - bastille | legends are made - sam tinnesz

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