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[mystalwartheart]

"I saw you out there, fighting for your life." Kelpie hissed out. They was stalking after the women. Not knowing if she was part of the BSAA or any of the groups that were hunting them.

Jill spins on her heels to find the source of the voice addressing her, and sees someone standing before her. They look human, but not...exactly, and it's clear by their physical condition they've been through hell themselves. She's cautious, sizing the stranger up, but not yet reaching for her weapon.

"You've been watching me," Jill observes plainly and calmly. Evidently, there are other actors at play here. She wonders if the stranger might be an undercover operative, or a B.O.W. sent to kill her by Los Illuminados, the KGB or some remnant of the Spencer family or Umbrella Corporation, but she's never seen a B.O.W. display such obvious sapience before: Typically they're uncontrollable shambling monstrosities, or soldiers programed to obey orders without question with no free will of their own.

She decides to take a chance, slowly beginning to raise her hands, but not keeping them far from her holster.

"May I ask who you are, and why you're following me?" Jill asks carefully and politely.

#ic. #Misc. verse. #Answers. #moonlessnight125 #Hi there!!

[ultimatelifefcrm]

"How can you call this a roll when it's clearly a ravioli?" Calm down, sophocles, it's a snack item.

#isola mini #ic. #something silly while i try to get some writing juices flowing

[the-mocking-robin]

@dramatisperscnae

It's two weeks after Jason leaves to Arizona.

A lot happens in two weeks.

There's news of the cartel being involved in the death of a young man, who's body remains missing in the remains of a old burned down chemical plant where there was large containers of Kryptonite stored, ground and atomically bonded to large batches of cocaine.

They still can't find the body.

That's because he's made his way to Bludhaven, perhaps a little manic as he makes his way up Wayne Tower, eventually breaking into the penthouse (waving at the few cameras that catch him along the way) and climbing to the roof of the suite.

At the least, Jason takes off the hoodie he used to hide his face and figure. Red shirt, black jeans and cheap canvas sneakers. Perhaps leave one piece of dry clothing.

Already, he hears Dick in the large, rooftop pool. He's not exactly having fun in there. It's exercise. Which... isn't a bad thing. But. Well...

Maybe it's a little distracting watching Dick in the pool.

... Maybe more than a little.

Focus, Todd, you were gonna be annoying and hoard his attention for ten minutes or something.

Jason gives a sharp, shrill whistle to grab the older man's attention, then shouts --

"CANON BALL!"

-- before he gets a running jump into the pool.

There. No more distractions! For now.

#ic. #dramatisperscnae #((for dick))

[godzexperiment]

"Okay what is an candy corn?"

#ic. #crack tag tbd #(an little silly thing and palate cleanser) #(whilest im typing up an whole novel for my new muse over on my multi)

[z0mburger]

💀 — " Whatever happened to ' clobbering? ' Nobody's getting clobbered anymore. "

#ic.

[vierandancer]

@diademreigned

There had been an undeniable shift in Meiko since the battle at Ghimlyt. As horrified as she had been at each and every Scion's fall into their mysterious comatose state, she had held out the hope that her brother could figure out how to restore their companions after the battle against Garlemald was won.

He was the Warrior of Light, after all. The real one. The original. Although she, too, had somehow gained Hydaelyn's Blessing after Thordan's defeat, the title never felt like it fit her. She asked the Scions keep knowledge of her role a private matter; a secret back-up plan if necessary.

A back-up for what? For nothing. Nothing, because A'kihiko would never fail. Even his losses were but temporary, and although her contributions were often grouped among his by the public, she took shelter in the anonymity. She was the Warrior of Light's sister. She was a Scion. She didn't need to be any more than that, and never would.

Until that wave of soul-ripping agony at Raubahn's war table was accompanied by the sickening slump of flesh and armor. Until her brother lay at her feet, motionless as the dead while soldiers cried out at Zenos' approach...

Meiko had been confined to bedrest in Ishgard's infirmary for almost two weeks, having nearly succumbed to her injuries in the fight with Elidibus. And when she was not being checked in on by chirurgeons or in a dead sleep herself there was no one to speak with or distract her from her thoughts.

Fear. Frustration. Regret, most of all, not only for what she was helpless over, but for what she had left unsaid. Outside of her brother and the twins, it was difficult for her to approach the other Scions without feeling a measure of embarrassment. Fear of making a fool out of herself in front of Y'shtola, of not knowing what to say to Urianger, and even her early friendship with Thancred had turned vaguely awkward after the loss of Minfilia.

She was always in her own head, assuming that others thought little or ill of her, if anything at all. A well-meaning, troublesome shadow of A'kihiko, who only ever contributed violence and an uncultured point of view, rarely able to keep up with the talk of aether and politic. Truly, she cared deeply for each and every one of them, but never felt she had permission to say so out loud or directly.

It was only as she lay there, bound up in blankets and unable to take a breath without pain, that she bothered to ask herself why. Why, and what did it matter, so long as she knew that the others knew she cared? Why had it taken losing the Scions to get her to see how much she wanted to be closer with them?

She was not A'kihiko. She was not a Hero. But she was the only one, it appeared, who could bring the Scions back to the world that still desperately needed them. No more avoiding the inevitable.

"So what you're sayin' is, if you'd summoned my brother correctly, there wouldn' have been any reason t'call me, is that it?"

It might have been rude to put it that way, but this newfound drive in Meiko had no time to dance around the implications. The Exarch had paused, perhaps surprised by the directness or hoping not to upset their supposed last hope, but eventually conceded.

"That is correct. If both A'kihiko's body and soul would have made it through the rift intact, then we would have proceeded with our plan. Although he does still possess the Blessing of Light to protect him, I did not want to risk his soul being vulnerable to the Lightwarden's corruption."

And although it confirmed Meiko's thoughts of being second choice, she appreciated the Exarch's honesty. It made him easier to trust.

When the time came to decide who she would reunite with first, Meiko of course wanted to run to her brother straightaway; but upon hearing he was working with Alisaie in Ahm Araeng while Alphinaud labored alone in Kholusia, she felt obligated to look after the twin that was on his own. And so she did, and gained a better understanding of the state of the First firsthand.

It was not good. And she found herself all the more distressed by the undeniable similarities she could not help but notice between that region and her home of La Noscea. Even the opulent Eulmore had a air of familiarity around it that just didn't feel right.

Nothing about this world felt right. Knowing how much time had passed since the Scions had arrived here, too, made her ill. But she could not linger on what she could not change.

"S'good to see you again, Alisaie." Meiko had reunited with the Elezen and her brother while they were out on Sin Eater patrol outside of the Inn. Of course, there was little time to really talk as they had to dispatch a handful of the accursed pale bastards as soon as they did.

But they were back at the inn now, and for a moment, they could rest. She had only had a few minutes to hug A'kihiko upon their arrival before he found a new task that needed assistance, but that was fine -- so long as he was alive and well before her, she could wait until they returned to the Crystarium to talk. Alisaie, though -- she was here and unoccupied, and Meiko was going to dote on her just as much as she had Alphinaud when she saw him again.

"I appreciate you keepin' my brother alive in my absence."

#ic. #shadowbringers. #diademreigned #// lol writes 3000 pages of intro #// this is just basically right after the one intro cutscene when youreback from patrol!

[volot]

boop! (nefarious)

#ic. #dash comm. #just gvot the boop thing what's up gamers

[werexcat]

He's chewing, absentmindedly, on a candy cane. It wasn't bad, the sugar, but his lips are becoming sticky, so it was some sort of sticky sweet ... or something.

#ic. #[[ first candy cane in 20 years... ]] #open post.

[ultimatelifefcrm]

@livingfastandfree

Finally having his bearings in what interested him in the city, one thing that he'd been wanting to explore and learn more about was the large library that was nestled in the forest of the ward's respective forest.

While the books would largely be of no use to the hedgehog (last he checked he wasn't exactly magical), they may still be good reads and maybe even have some latent lore hidden within the texts.

As his stack began to grow, the last book he plucked from the shelf revealed another hedgehog on the other side of the aisle. As quickly as he picked the book up; Shadow slammed it back in its spot. Either Sonic did that on purpose and was waiting for the right moment or it was a pure accident (wrong time wrong place), either way...It was cruel.

For now, he was going to say nothing and hoped maybe he would go away.

#livingfastandfree #livingfastandfree 01 #ic. #[JAZZ HANDS]

[the-mocking-robin]

Another bust.

"I'm getting tired of these games, boys."

He whips around to smack one of his tied up captives to the ground. The wooden chair clacks hard on the concrete ground, and the drug dealer tied to it is out cold. The other two pale.

The hideout had everything they needed to keep this operation running. Guards, guns, money, paid off cops made to patrol the area. They were supposed to have a foothold in The Hill and near Crime Alley by now.

But Red Hood had taken issue with them in his territory.

And now... He's mad.

Still, they stay quiet. They know this is Red's last lead because their supplier leaves no other traces for him to sniff out. Red would need to get into a bigger network than he's capable of on his own -- or steal someone's computer to do it. And the only ones with both those things readily available were ...

Not going to be helping. That's what they were.

"Fine." Red takes out a long, silver dagger and flourishes it in his hand with ease. "You won't talk and I'm running out of patience. So, we'll say I slit two of your throats and let the last one go once they sing."

He steps to the knocked out thug on the ground, lifting his dagger with purpose.

"Where do we start the bid for your lives, gentlemen? Names? Times? Locations?"

#ic. #it's a front you see (mainverse) #dramatisperscnae #bat!dick

[rasafcrged]

OPEN STARTER. ( fallout / twd / res evil / dominion; general post apoc vibe. )

"It's okay-- you're safe," Elizabeth was quick to offer verbal assurance at the first signs that her yet unidentified companion was regaining consciousness. Her words were easy, her expression congenial. She sat far enough across the room from where they were laying that they shouldn't feel threatened, and the fact their wounds were cleaned and bandaged might lend itself to the idea that she wasn't looking to bring them to harm. She was hoping it would take them a bit longer to realize that their weapons (at least those that she could find without resorting to a strip search) were tucked away in the far corner behind her. A still sealed ration bar and a well dinged but relatively clean canteen was sat within easy reach of them as well, and their belongings were propped up behind them. The room, a long abandoned cell of a sheriff's station, was lit by a few candles that she'd lit and one rechargeable lantern that was sat equidistant between her and her guest. "You've been out for a while, you were pretty banged up. I'm glad to see you're coming round."

#IC. #STARTER. #ELIZABETH & TBD. #VERSE. ( tbd. ) #STARTER. ( open. ) #OPEN STARTER.

[timechange]

“Good morning, Your Honor.” Martin greets, smiling, as he enters the office at exactly 8 AM.

Even though he’d been assistant to Citizen Brown for four months, there was no excuse for getting lazy. He’s not about to break his perfect streak of no demerits now.

However, when @doctorbrown turns around, gaping at him like he’d grown two extra heads, he falters.

“…Your Honor?” he tries. “Sir?”

#ic. #doctorbrown #brave new world [verse.] #we’ve been back together for five minutes and you’re already talkin’ about the end of the universe. i’ve missed that. [doc & marty.] #you're my best friend in the whole space time continuum [doc brown.] #cult tw #[ooc] i feel like the citizen brown stuff should be tagged Somehow #[ooc] but yes i promised so!!!

[meistoshi]

@tapuhauko sent : "Alooolaaa!" They happily wave, Alolan Rattata riding on their shoulder as they dash towards Satoshi. "You up for our first training sesh?"

❛ alola !! someone's excited !! ❜ speak for yourself, oh champion. the enthusiasm is mirrored, but satoshi would be lying to himself if he denied a twinge of nerves. he was delighted at the suggestion of training together, & that hasn't waned, but ... training with pokémon & training with humans is different.

he's not afraid to go all out on his pokémon because he knows what they can handle inside & out, & he knows they're used to the kind of damage their trainer can inflict. he's ... never used his abilities on another human, powered or not, & he's only ever used them in a visible capacity once around a human, & more inwardly only around a small handful, when he's needed to. he quite literally does not know his own strength. he's kind of out of his depth, here. it's as exciting as it is daunting.

#tapuhauko #answered #ic. #v. continues on & on & on ...

[er0t0ph0n0philia]

@femmina-eroe | in reference to this

—

He is here, as requested. Do with him what you will.

#ic. #femminaeroe #a little death / nikki & angel dust.

[adamsappl]

❝ i hope all you sinners are nice and ready for today's extermination, cuz lemme tell ya right now, this ain't no ordinary cleanse! so if you got anyone you "care about" in that RANCID SHITHOLE, you should get to sayin' your last goodbyes! ❞

❝ and don't worry: if we miss any of you, me n' the girls'll be back for our encore performance in THREE MONTHS TIME. ❞

❝ see you soon! ❞

#//sososo afraid of the finale <3 #//this mfer cannot WAIT to kill someone in the main cast #//like i said before i hope they dont kill adam off as well. ESP if l.ute is gonna be in s2 you Cannot separate them!!!!!!! #//but if they do we're going crazy w/ au's dw :) #ic.

[beabigbeabig]

IS ANnY1 ELSE FEELING [Extra Extra, Read All About It] [empty] THI$ EvvENING?

#ic.