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T E S T D R I V E |
"living is an act of courage."
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☄ slip and trip | look I'm all for a little bondage, but this is ridiculous
[He's supposed to be home. They'd promised. He'd filled his contract, jumped through all their hoops. He's supposed to be home, with Hopeless, with the world realigned to account for both Hopeless and Larrikin surviving the war. That was the deal. But this isn't Ireland, or even Earth, by the look of it. Possibly not even the right dimension. Something's gone wrong. The Eudio officials have sent him back to the wrong world. Which means--]
Descry?
[The man in the finely tailored three-piece suit isn't just handsome, he's beautiful, [spoiler] with dazzling golden eyes. And right now he looks like he's on the verge of panic--eyes wide, breathing too fast, reaching up to loosen the tie at his throat. Except it won't loosen. He can't even get his fingers between his skin and the fabric. His heart hammering in his chest, he reaches up with both hands to try to pry the tie off.]
Descry? Descry! Hopeless!
[The closer to panic he gets, the tighter the tie seems to cinch around his neck. Maybe it's actually tightening, maybe it isn't, but he's in no fit state to make that call right now. He can't slip his fingers under the tie to loosen it because it's fused to his skin. By the time he's done calling out for Hopeless he's down on his knees, clawing at his neck, absolutely sure that he's going to suffocate.]
☄ dealer's choice | it's not showing off if no one's watching
[When he's calmed down and able to breathe again, Erskine comes to the realization that he's standing at the bottom of some kind of shallow ravine. There are voices in the distance, coming from above. People. If he's going to get any kind of an explanation, maybe figure out how the hell to get out of here and back to where he's supposed to be, he's going to have to find those voices. Which means he needs to go up.
The walls of the ravine aren't perfectly vertical, but they're steep enough that climbing them is going to be a hassle. After eyeing the terrain for a long moment, he sighs heavily and takes one quick glance around, to see if anyone's watching. His hands come up to waist level on either side, palms upward, and a sharp gust of air swirls around him--strong enough to lift him off the ground, up to the top of the cliff, where he lands neatly.
Well. At least his magic's still working.]
[He's supposed to be home. They'd promised. He'd filled his contract, jumped through all their hoops. He's supposed to be home, with Hopeless, with the world realigned to account for both Hopeless and Larrikin surviving the war. That was the deal. But this isn't Ireland, or even Earth, by the look of it. Possibly not even the right dimension. Something's gone wrong. The Eudio officials have sent him back to the wrong world. Which means--]
Descry?
[The man in the finely tailored three-piece suit isn't just handsome, he's beautiful, [spoiler] with dazzling golden eyes. And right now he looks like he's on the verge of panic--eyes wide, breathing too fast, reaching up to loosen the tie at his throat. Except it won't loosen. He can't even get his fingers between his skin and the fabric. His heart hammering in his chest, he reaches up with both hands to try to pry the tie off.]
Descry? Descry! Hopeless!
[The closer to panic he gets, the tighter the tie seems to cinch around his neck. Maybe it's actually tightening, maybe it isn't, but he's in no fit state to make that call right now. He can't slip his fingers under the tie to loosen it because it's fused to his skin. By the time he's done calling out for Hopeless he's down on his knees, clawing at his neck, absolutely sure that he's going to suffocate.]
☄ dealer's choice | it's not showing off if no one's watching
[When he's calmed down and able to breathe again, Erskine comes to the realization that he's standing at the bottom of some kind of shallow ravine. There are voices in the distance, coming from above. People. If he's going to get any kind of an explanation, maybe figure out how the hell to get out of here and back to where he's supposed to be, he's going to have to find those voices. Which means he needs to go up.
The walls of the ravine aren't perfectly vertical, but they're steep enough that climbing them is going to be a hassle. After eyeing the terrain for a long moment, he sighs heavily and takes one quick glance around, to see if anyone's watching. His hands come up to waist level on either side, palms upward, and a sharp gust of air swirls around him--strong enough to lift him off the ground, up to the top of the cliff, where he lands neatly.
Well. At least his magic's still working.]
[ She can't help it, huffing out a short, resigned breath of laugh. That just figures, doesn't it? ]
Well, I don't know. Fifty-fifty, I guess. I mean, I'm sure this could be worse still somehow, so in light of that... [ Optimistic thinking or something?? ]
Well, I don't know. Fifty-fifty, I guess. I mean, I'm sure this could be worse still somehow, so in light of that... [ Optimistic thinking or something?? ]
[ Stephen nearly drops at being startled like that but he reaches and grabs the offered hand, gripping it as tight as he's able. The other glowing circle still embedded into the rockface. ]
You know, you should warn people before just appearing out of nowhere.
[ Pot, meet kettle. ]
You know, you should warn people before just appearing out of nowhere.
[ Pot, meet kettle. ]
Woah, hey. Hey, all right, take it easy there.
[Not that he's not reciprocating the hug right back, it's just that the forcefulness takes him by surprise. But then again, suddenly getting stranded on some weird planet was also not what they had in mind when they first went after Avery's treasure. He squeezes him for a little longer than he might normally do before deciding that enough brotherly hugs have been shared for right now.]
C'mon Nathan, pull it together a little here, huh?
[He chuckles, slowly pulling away and patting Nate's forearm twice as he holds him at a little less than arm's length away. Then he blinks, and looks down at Nathan's arm with furrowed eyebrows, squeezing his bicep a little.]
Jesus, did that change in gravity make you lose muscle or what?
[Not that he's not reciprocating the hug right back, it's just that the forcefulness takes him by surprise. But then again, suddenly getting stranded on some weird planet was also not what they had in mind when they first went after Avery's treasure. He squeezes him for a little longer than he might normally do before deciding that enough brotherly hugs have been shared for right now.]
C'mon Nathan, pull it together a little here, huh?
[He chuckles, slowly pulling away and patting Nate's forearm twice as he holds him at a little less than arm's length away. Then he blinks, and looks down at Nathan's arm with furrowed eyebrows, squeezing his bicep a little.]
Jesus, did that change in gravity make you lose muscle or what?
A. Slip and trip (cw: Body horror)
[The Plain Doll took her arrival in this strange place a lot better than most could be expected to. She listened calmly to the explanation given to her, and did as she was directed to without question. There were no objections from her about her situation at all - just softly spoken words of concern, for her fellow arrivals, and for the 'Good Hunter' she left at home.
She didn't even object to the abomination her own body had become, as three shriveled, tiny creatures find themselves permanently bonded to her right arm. Instead, she only tries to sooth them, as they gasp and murmur in distress at their own situation.
It's during one of these moments, as she tries in vain to soothe the pitiful little creatures, that one gazes up at a passerby with a pleading look and reaches up to grab the hem of their uniform. It whispers something unintelligible at the crew member, before the Doll gently guides its hand back down, away from them.]
Hush, Little One. They cannot help us, and it is rude to bother them with our troubles.
[As she speaks, her pale eyes look down to the Little One, and then up to the stranger in front of her. Her lips, however, do not move - her porcelain face set in a permanent state of stoicism.]
B. Wildcard
[Throw whatever crazy ideas you come up with at this unfortunate cronenberg of a doll.]
[The Plain Doll took her arrival in this strange place a lot better than most could be expected to. She listened calmly to the explanation given to her, and did as she was directed to without question. There were no objections from her about her situation at all - just softly spoken words of concern, for her fellow arrivals, and for the 'Good Hunter' she left at home.
She didn't even object to the abomination her own body had become, as three shriveled, tiny creatures find themselves permanently bonded to her right arm. Instead, she only tries to sooth them, as they gasp and murmur in distress at their own situation.
It's during one of these moments, as she tries in vain to soothe the pitiful little creatures, that one gazes up at a passerby with a pleading look and reaches up to grab the hem of their uniform. It whispers something unintelligible at the crew member, before the Doll gently guides its hand back down, away from them.]
Hush, Little One. They cannot help us, and it is rude to bother them with our troubles.
[As she speaks, her pale eyes look down to the Little One, and then up to the stranger in front of her. Her lips, however, do not move - her porcelain face set in a permanent state of stoicism.]
B. Wildcard
[Throw whatever crazy ideas you come up with at this unfortunate cronenberg of a doll.]
Tell me about it.
[ Is the dry comment she'll get from a man standing nearby, hands on his hips, and still trying to think of a way out of this mess. He's not that bad off considering he just came out of a cave. But then he really looks at her and sees the blood. His brow furrows as he frowns. He steps closer, pointing to her temple. ]
Has anyone checked that?
[ He may be a sorcerer now but he'll probably always fall back into the role of doctor. ]
[ Is the dry comment she'll get from a man standing nearby, hands on his hips, and still trying to think of a way out of this mess. He's not that bad off considering he just came out of a cave. But then he really looks at her and sees the blood. His brow furrows as he frowns. He steps closer, pointing to her temple. ]
Has anyone checked that?
[ He may be a sorcerer now but he'll probably always fall back into the role of doctor. ]
[The look Varric gave the human in front of him was one of incredulity. He was used to people talking to him like they knew him. His name was emblazoned across some of the most popular books in Thedas, after all. Not to mention his dashing good looks, or the fact that he was sort of a hero twice-over.]
[But this guy... He certainly looked familiar. Something about the eyes. And the hair. And...]
[Varric peered around his legs, meeting the eyes of the hulking beast behind him. He'd know that blighted thing anywhere. It had saved his ass more times than he cared to count.]
Andraste's tits, is that you Hawke?
[He'd been warned about some weird shit happening to people coming through the portal that he had only just stepped out of. Hell, he was experiencing it himself, if the crossbow grafted to his skin was anything to go off of. But this was the first he'd heard of it really messing with genetics and sex.]
[But this guy... He certainly looked familiar. Something about the eyes. And the hair. And...]
[Varric peered around his legs, meeting the eyes of the hulking beast behind him. He'd know that blighted thing anywhere. It had saved his ass more times than he cared to count.]
Andraste's tits, is that you Hawke?
[He'd been warned about some weird shit happening to people coming through the portal that he had only just stepped out of. Hell, he was experiencing it himself, if the crossbow grafted to his skin was anything to go off of. But this was the first he'd heard of it really messing with genetics and sex.]
[ names usually aren't things andyr holds on to well, until someone's made more of an impression on him. if only for how reverently ronan spoke of him, the name adam has stuck in andyr's head as something of a goal - a place to get his friend to, an imperative.
the wrist is forgotten for the next few seconds, as andyr's brow knits and he openly stares at the kid like there's something suspicious about him, possibly kind of creepy, because andyr's very bad at the whole tactful interaction thing. all he knows of details is that his name is adam, ronan loves him, and he's apparently brilliant, and even if the odds are insane, the Ingress does tend to bring people in as groups, familiar.
thinking it's the fastest, simplest way to make measure of it, andyr clearly enunciates two words, and waits for some kind of reaction to tell what happens next here: ]
'Ronan Lynch.' [ and if it completely goes over this guy's head and he just seems like a weirdo, well, nothing lost there. ]
the wrist is forgotten for the next few seconds, as andyr's brow knits and he openly stares at the kid like there's something suspicious about him, possibly kind of creepy, because andyr's very bad at the whole tactful interaction thing. all he knows of details is that his name is adam, ronan loves him, and he's apparently brilliant, and even if the odds are insane, the Ingress does tend to bring people in as groups, familiar.
thinking it's the fastest, simplest way to make measure of it, andyr clearly enunciates two words, and waits for some kind of reaction to tell what happens next here: ]
'Ronan Lynch.' [ and if it completely goes over this guy's head and he just seems like a weirdo, well, nothing lost there. ]
[The person he gets is... probably not the sort of thing he expected to meet in a place like this. A tall, extremely pale woman in an extremely dated outfit - peticoat, dress and bonnet included. She barely reacts when he reaches out and touches her, and when he does he'll no-doubt notice something... wrong about how her shoulder feels. Like it's made of wood.
After that, there's a brief moment of silence, as she looks over the strange man in the metal suit, her pale gold eyes trying to figure out his form before she responds.]
I do not, Good Hunter. This place... it is so unlike anything I have seen before.
[Her voice is soft, but her face just... doesn't move as she talks. Not even slightly - this definitely isn't a human he's speaking to.]
After that, there's a brief moment of silence, as she looks over the strange man in the metal suit, her pale gold eyes trying to figure out his form before she responds.]
I do not, Good Hunter. This place... it is so unlike anything I have seen before.
[Her voice is soft, but her face just... doesn't move as she talks. Not even slightly - this definitely isn't a human he's speaking to.]
[ After the things Stephen has seen, yeah. This isn't nearly as strange. Not really. Worrying, considering his situation. But that's a whole other issue. What he doesn't expect, however, is a man in a suit of armor to come over to him.
What the--is that Stark armor? That...
Oh, he's talking to him. Stephen just shrugs before looking around them, arms still crossed, voice matter of fact as he explains. ]
Apparently we have been pulled into this dimension by a malfunctioning machine known as the "Ingress", which has a habit of doing this. Also has a habit of not letting anyone go back from where they were pulled. This is the crew and the ship they were on has crashed with no way of repairing it and we are now stuck in a situation where we have to scavenge for supplies and stay alive as the new objective is to get to the center point of this planet's surface.
[ He looks back to Rhodey, ]
Does that help?
What the--is that Stark armor? That...
Oh, he's talking to him. Stephen just shrugs before looking around them, arms still crossed, voice matter of fact as he explains. ]
Apparently we have been pulled into this dimension by a malfunctioning machine known as the "Ingress", which has a habit of doing this. Also has a habit of not letting anyone go back from where they were pulled. This is the crew and the ship they were on has crashed with no way of repairing it and we are now stuck in a situation where we have to scavenge for supplies and stay alive as the new objective is to get to the center point of this planet's surface.
[ He looks back to Rhodey, ]
Does that help?
☄ slip and trip
[This isn't the first time he and Bianca have been in an awkward position. It definitely isn't the first time they've been seen in a compromising manner. But it is the first time it's been the crossbow, and not Davri herself. The faces that greet him on the other side of what he can only comprehend as an advanced Eluvian tried to explain the cause. Varric only waved them off.]
[He wasn't particularly keen about signing the documents he's offered (especially considering it isn't a signature at all -- though what it actually is he isn't sure. Normally he'd have witnesses and would take hours to flip it through. But the faces seem more than eager to move him along, and so he presses his thumb to the device and moves along.]
[Once he has a moment to think and breathe, he sets to cursing each and every person he knows. The Inquisitor for fade portals. Hawke by virtue of being Marian Fucking Hawke. Blondie because he always managed to be the catalyst for everything. Occasionally he broke his tirade to swear at his back, which itched and made walking through doors just a little more annoying.]
[He really wasn't having a great time of it all.]
[This isn't the first time he and Bianca have been in an awkward position. It definitely isn't the first time they've been seen in a compromising manner. But it is the first time it's been the crossbow, and not Davri herself. The faces that greet him on the other side of what he can only comprehend as an advanced Eluvian tried to explain the cause. Varric only waved them off.]
[He wasn't particularly keen about signing the documents he's offered (especially considering it isn't a signature at all -- though what it actually is he isn't sure. Normally he'd have witnesses and would take hours to flip it through. But the faces seem more than eager to move him along, and so he presses his thumb to the device and moves along.]
[Once he has a moment to think and breathe, he sets to cursing each and every person he knows. The Inquisitor for fade portals. Hawke by virtue of being Marian Fucking Hawke. Blondie because he always managed to be the catalyst for everything. Occasionally he broke his tirade to swear at his back, which itched and made walking through doors just a little more annoying.]
[He really wasn't having a great time of it all.]
That is...definitely an unsettling smile. Not enough to deter Mettaton from what he intended to do though. He wasn't intimidated by Chara.
He wasn't.
So when they tear another flower away from their body, he lets out an annoyed sound, moving forward and extending an arm so as to grab Chara's.
"You need to stop it, or I will make you!" he snaps.
The fact is that he's extremely attached to Asriel, and knowing how upset the young boss monster would be at seeing Chara again, this time self-brutalized and covered in blood and flower petals...it's what motivates him right now.
Asriel's been hurt enough. Mettaton won't allow this without at least trying to stop the outcome! What sort of friend would he be if he stood by?
He wasn't.
So when they tear another flower away from their body, he lets out an annoyed sound, moving forward and extending an arm so as to grab Chara's.
"You need to stop it, or I will make you!" he snaps.
The fact is that he's extremely attached to Asriel, and knowing how upset the young boss monster would be at seeing Chara again, this time self-brutalized and covered in blood and flower petals...it's what motivates him right now.
Asriel's been hurt enough. Mettaton won't allow this without at least trying to stop the outcome! What sort of friend would he be if he stood by?
[A wise person might hesitate to approach the irate, thrashing woman with the helmet covering her face and a gigantic needle on each arm. The Doll is driven by her compassion, however, not wisdom. And she has no such sense of self preservation.
She looks on for a moment, as Big Sister attempts to free herself from her helmet - not to assess danger, but to make sure that she understands what the poor woman really wants.]
...you are trapped, Good Hunter?
[She asks from a distance, not wanting to upset the girl further. Her voice is calm, kind, and steady - but as she speaks, her lips do not move.]
I may be able to help you, if you wish.
She looks on for a moment, as Big Sister attempts to free herself from her helmet - not to assess danger, but to make sure that she understands what the poor woman really wants.]
...you are trapped, Good Hunter?
[She asks from a distance, not wanting to upset the girl further. Her voice is calm, kind, and steady - but as she speaks, her lips do not move.]
I may be able to help you, if you wish.
[ STEPHEN, YOU'RE NOT FUNNY.
Tony turns to squint at Strange as various people are milling about, the poor taste in pop culture references catching his attention, because goddamn if everyone else around here isn't uncultured swine. ]
Actually, yes.
[ He answers with such dead-eyed resignation that it is nothing but believable. (The answer is no, of course, but when literal science fiction characters from his childhood are waltzing among them, it's not like it's too far off.) ]
Tony turns to squint at Strange as various people are milling about, the poor taste in pop culture references catching his attention, because goddamn if everyone else around here isn't uncultured swine. ]
Actually, yes.
[ He answers with such dead-eyed resignation that it is nothing but believable. (The answer is no, of course, but when literal science fiction characters from his childhood are waltzing among them, it's not like it's too far off.) ]
[ Tony gives the dog more of a lingering look than the man himself - is that Kitty? It looks exactly like Kitty - but when he speaks up, Tony is gracious enough to actually look at him.
And then raise a slow, lazy eyebrow. ]
The amount of optimism you possess is positively adorable.
[ He makes a vague whole-armed gesture at the surrounding landscape, which mostly involves barren wasteland and the occasional evil hell portal. ]
And then raise a slow, lazy eyebrow. ]
The amount of optimism you possess is positively adorable.
[ He makes a vague whole-armed gesture at the surrounding landscape, which mostly involves barren wasteland and the occasional evil hell portal. ]
"The answer to your question is 'no', unfortunately."
Giorno thought a moment before answering. Not that he was slow but he wanted to carefully pick his words as to not reveal too much. Not that it was a hassle but for someone in the mafia, it was better to keep tight lips than take things too far.
"Despite that, is there something you need help with? I'm in a similar situation but I may as well offer."
Giorno thought a moment before answering. Not that he was slow but he wanted to carefully pick his words as to not reveal too much. Not that it was a hassle but for someone in the mafia, it was better to keep tight lips than take things too far.
"Despite that, is there something you need help with? I'm in a similar situation but I may as well offer."
[It's easy for him to say when he's not the one who thought his brother was dead for over a decade! Sure, Sam had probably wondered what he was doing, how he was...but surely he'd had faith. He would have, if he'd been in Sam's place. He likes to think so, anyway.
Pull it together. Right. Funny choice of words, when he feels like a hole's just been filled in.
He's grinning when Sam pulls back, beaming, and then scoffing a little.]
Oh, thanks. What, did you expect me to lift weights for the last twelve years?
[Climbing was a much better workout.]
Pull it together. Right. Funny choice of words, when he feels like a hole's just been filled in.
He's grinning when Sam pulls back, beaming, and then scoffing a little.]
Oh, thanks. What, did you expect me to lift weights for the last twelve years?
[Climbing was a much better workout.]
[Adam wonders if something is wrong with him when Andyr starts to stare. Did his face suddenly do something strange? It wouldn't surprise him, not anymore. Nothing would surprise him at this point.
Okay. That is probably a lie.
And it turns out to be because the next words out of Andyr's lips shock Adam.]
Ronan... he's here? [He couldn't help the way his voice turned hopeful. Maybe this was a dream? And maybe Ronan had gotten out in time or... well it was all still an illogical mess but if this person was talking of Ronan that meant he had to still be okay, right?]
Okay. That is probably a lie.
And it turns out to be because the next words out of Andyr's lips shock Adam.]
Ronan... he's here? [He couldn't help the way his voice turned hopeful. Maybe this was a dream? And maybe Ronan had gotten out in time or... well it was all still an illogical mess but if this person was talking of Ronan that meant he had to still be okay, right?]
[Hawke is a natural wanderer. She's been that way since she was a child. As soon as she was able to, she'd wander further and further from home, testing her limits, seeing if being further from everything gave her any relief from whatever was causing her misery at that time.
So in the face of the crash, the destruction, the death, wandering is a respite. She and Kitty traverse a dark wasteland, where try as she might, she never seems to find anything.
Then suddenly she sees a figure in the distance. A man with a staff and wearing robes. A mabari is at his side.
It's like a fucking dream. She steps closer, her body feeling weak and heavy like she's in some sort of daze. It can't be. This place is fucked up but it can't be that fucked up.
What has she done to deserve this?]
Father...?
[Her voice is small, so much so that it doesn't sound like her, but it rings clear in the silent air.]
So in the face of the crash, the destruction, the death, wandering is a respite. She and Kitty traverse a dark wasteland, where try as she might, she never seems to find anything.
Then suddenly she sees a figure in the distance. A man with a staff and wearing robes. A mabari is at his side.
It's like a fucking dream. She steps closer, her body feeling weak and heavy like she's in some sort of daze. It can't be. This place is fucked up but it can't be that fucked up.
What has she done to deserve this?]
Father...?
[Her voice is small, so much so that it doesn't sound like her, but it rings clear in the silent air.]
"Don't worry about it. You need to take it easy right now." Fareeha settles herself next to Mei, being cognizant of her jets and the bulk of her armor.
"How are you doing otherwise? It's a lot to take in." She could onl imagine how disconcerting it might be to wake up out of Cryofreeze in the same world, but she knows firsthand how it is finding oneself in an entirely different universe altogether.
"How are you doing otherwise? It's a lot to take in." She could onl imagine how disconcerting it might be to wake up out of Cryofreeze in the same world, but she knows firsthand how it is finding oneself in an entirely different universe altogether.
[There's something familiar about this guy, but Nate can't quite place it. Something about the way he looks...or the way he wants a drink. Heh, it reminds him of Hawke.]
I hate to tell you this, but our bar died when the ship crashed.
[It was the greatest tragedy.
He's suddenly distracted by the familiar dog.]
Uh, pardon my bluntness, but why do you have Kitty?
I hate to tell you this, but our bar died when the ship crashed.
[It was the greatest tragedy.
He's suddenly distracted by the familiar dog.]
Uh, pardon my bluntness, but why do you have Kitty?
True. The monsters that invaded the ship could have made it down with us.
[Nooooot helping, Nate.]
You just got here, right? I haven't seen you around. Things aren't usually this fucked up.
[Nooooot helping, Nate.]
You just got here, right? I haven't seen you around. Things aren't usually this fucked up.
[A voice rings out in the quiet air. Female, lost, and scared. Hawke turns towards it, curious. She hasn't heard any sign of life out there for as long as she'd been wandering.
Maker, she can't resist a lady that needs rescuing. Her dog, a massive mastiff at least 150 pounds leads a few paces ahead of her towards the voice. Then at the bottom of the hill she sees a woman, dressed in something that definitely doesn't seem like it was made for traversing this sort of terrain.
Hawke walks towards her and then drops down into a crouch, offering a small but calloused hand.]
Hello! Welcome to... wherever we are! We weren't here a bit ago but there's been a crash and now we're here. So unfortunately, that is the most I can offer you. Aside from a hand, though it's a bit much to take in. Maybe you want to stick close to the ground.
Maker, she can't resist a lady that needs rescuing. Her dog, a massive mastiff at least 150 pounds leads a few paces ahead of her towards the voice. Then at the bottom of the hill she sees a woman, dressed in something that definitely doesn't seem like it was made for traversing this sort of terrain.
Hawke walks towards her and then drops down into a crouch, offering a small but calloused hand.]
Hello! Welcome to... wherever we are! We weren't here a bit ago but there's been a crash and now we're here. So unfortunately, that is the most I can offer you. Aside from a hand, though it's a bit much to take in. Maybe you want to stick close to the ground.
He reaches out to grab them. That's when they move, and only then. They stand, a swift and immediate motion that allows them to step back and away from him, their smile as curled and permanent as a mask, as if fused to their features.
They let the latest of their floral growths fall limply between their fingers, fluttering to the ground to join the rest.
"Will you?"
They seem terribly amused at the threat. A threat, yes, because that must be the only language that creatures like them will understand. Violence, and the way they must be controlled, restrained, kept from doing terrible things.
There's a glint in their eyes, something akin to a challenge. They have no weapons - no Real Knife glinting in their hands. But they do not need weapons to find. One doesn't need a knife to wound.
Asriel taught them that lesson better than anything, and over their grave no less.
They let the latest of their floral growths fall limply between their fingers, fluttering to the ground to join the rest.
"Will you?"
They seem terribly amused at the threat. A threat, yes, because that must be the only language that creatures like them will understand. Violence, and the way they must be controlled, restrained, kept from doing terrible things.
There's a glint in their eyes, something akin to a challenge. They have no weapons - no Real Knife glinting in their hands. But they do not need weapons to find. One doesn't need a knife to wound.
Asriel taught them that lesson better than anything, and over their grave no less.
[ He honestly use to think he was. /dedcat
Stephen squints right back. He sees you, Mister Tony "I AM Iron Man" Stark. Either that or it's a doppelganger. Who knows, maybe it is. ]
No, you didn't.
[ Don't bullshit him, sir. ]
Stephen squints right back. He sees you, Mister Tony "I AM Iron Man" Stark. Either that or it's a doppelganger. Who knows, maybe it is. ]
No, you didn't.
[ Don't bullshit him, sir. ]
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