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I SHALL HAVE MY REVENGE...

[blkcuervo]

nothing pt 2

___ For a few seconds, he was too stunned to say anything. Apparently, she was too as they stood staring at each other, wide-eyed for a few seconds, both of their hands still on the doorknob to the house. Finally, she narrowed her eyes and sneered, “Move it, nerd.” She shoved him out of the way and stumbled out of the way, still recovering from the initial shock.

It didn’t take him long to recuperate as he held both hands in front of himself and shoved her back with even more force. “No.”

In Miracle City, he would have forced himself to take it for the sake of not losing his temper and drawing suspicion to himself. But this was a new start. A new beginning. And he was ready.

Now it was her turn to almost fall over. “What did you say to me?”

He felt smug, seeing the stupor on his former school tormentor’s face at the one time he fought back. “I said no. You move it.” He hardly got the last few words out as his short moment of joy ended and he was tackled to the hard pavement.

As they wrestled in the front yard of the house, they were too occupied to notice the front door open and a middle-aged man step out. He watched them uncertainty before clearing his throat.  “Excuse me, excuse me! I haven’t seen you kids around Pelican Town. Are you new or just tourists?”

“Who are you?” Zoe asked.

“I’m the mayor of this town, but just call me Lewis. Do you need directions? Or perhaps--”

“I’m here to buy the farm!” they both shouted at the same time. Then, they faced each other and exclaimed simultaneously,” WHAT?!”

“It’s mine!” shouted Zoe as she wrestled with Diego, throwing him through the mayor’s flowerbeds. “I came here for it.”

No way would he be turned away after that long train ride. He needed this more than anything. Someone like Zoe would not be the one to get in the way of him. “It’s not up to you!” and it took awhile for that revelation to sink in, but when it did they stopped fighting and turned to the older man still standing before them.

Perhaps it was the menacing look in both of their crimson eyes or the way they grit their teeth in a fierce determination to own the farm they had both traveled so far from home for that led Mayor Lewis to begin to sweat profusely and scratch his neck nervously. “U-Um…”

And that’s how the nightmare began.

“I can’t believe he sold it to both of us.” Diego groaned, running his hand down his face. There were two cabins, but everything else they’d have to share including the 20 acres of grossly overgrown farmland. A thick line dug into the soil with a shovel separated the land evenly. 20 acres was probably too much farmland for him anyway, but now that he was told he couldn’t have the full 20, he wanted it desperately.

They didn’t hang out much in school for obvious reasons, but he was 100% sure she wouldn’t be easy to get along with. The obvious solution would be to give up the farm and go find another place, but both of them were far too stubborn for that. “This is the worst.”

“...Did he charge us both full price?” Pause. “I’m going to kill him.”

He wanted to march back to town and argue with that dumb mayor and unleash Dr. Chipotle Jr. on him. That would surely get the farm to himself. But he restrained himself. This was a new start, he told himself. But a new start would be a lot harder than he thought.

[blkcuervo]

nothin

It was supposed to be a new start. Villainy was great, but he found himself more days than not, wishing he had something more in life. Robbing the same bank and museum for years got old. The superheroes these days weren’t even good. If he had a dollar for every time a new kid with a bedsheet tied around their neck came to try to stop him, he’d have enough to move out… which is exactly what he did. At least temporarily.

When the ad for a farm in Pelican Town showed up at the front door of his lair, he took it as a sign and impulsively packed his bags. The next day, he was on a train, ad clutched in one hand and his one suitcase, in another.

It promised a fifty acre farm that was a bit rundown, but promised a great amount of potential. It was 20,000 pesos, which he had stuffed in his suitcase, along with a small bit of emergency money and a few changes of clothes. Other than that, there was nothing. It’d be pointless if he brought everything with him, after all.

His father and grandfather didn’t seem to care much when he told them about his plans, which only solidified them.

His legs ached as he took his first few steps off the 4 hour train ride. He stretched his back and glanced at the ad again.

TALK TO MAYOR LEWIS IF INTERESTED.

His suitcase rolled behind him as he followed a winding dirt path that he hoped would lead to the town.

Pelican Town was very different from Miracle City. It was mostly empty, with a lot of green grass and small-village-like buildings. Every so often, a person would walk from one building to another. A few of them offered friendly smiles and waved, though most didn’t seem to notice him.

Diego realized how unphased by crime Miracle City had left him. There was no sight of a county jail or civilians getting beaten in the streets. The skies were also clear with no super villains or heroes in sight. Part of him missed it already, but another part longed for this and what might lay ahead.

A bulletin board, overcome with dozens of papers pinned sloppily on top of each other caught his eye. He walked closer to it, inspecting one message in particular. In big red handwriting, it read, “50 ACRE FARM FOR SALE. LOTS OF ROOM. TALK TO MAYOR LEWIS IF INTERESTED. ->”

It seemed far from official, but Diego had nothing else to go on, so he followed to the arrow to a white house that seemed to be larger than even

Diego reached for the doorknob, but at the same time, his hand fell into contact with another with a familiar fingerless black glove and dark nail polish. He knew before he even looked, but he did so anyway, praying it to be a coincidence.

“...You’re joking.”

[blkcuervo]

hey i’m inactive prob forever. i still love el tigre + zoe aves with all my heart + rping is still really cool. here’s my contact info if u wanna chat or say hi though: main tumblr: @sonahara side el tigre gif blog that’s totally active: @eltigregifs discord: Wretched#9426 twitter: @kyamotto​

thanks. that’s all for now!

[elcucharon]

[cithara-musing]

　　　　i hope you кησω ησω that it’s ɴoвody'ѕ ғαυlт but Y҉̵O͠UR̡̧S̢!

[blkcuervo]

introducing chavez cont.

a different tone, but sort of somewhat a continuation of this which was written like over a year ago i think. 

They shut their eyes tightly. Their whole body shook with anger, with fear.

Cuervo had to get out of this and fast. She felt constrained with him. The body she was in wasn’t her own. It felt foreign and she only had partial control over it. It was the most unbearable thing she could imagine.

Cuervo needed to get out of this mess. This was probably one of the worst things that could have ever happened to her. She was literally stuck indefinitely with Chipotle.

“I can’t do this,” she admitted bitterly through their shared mouth. (How did eating even work?! She hoped they wouldn’t get hungry anytime soon. She almost didn’t want to know.) “I don’t want to be here. How long will it take you to build another machine to reverse this?” She had SCHOOL and an alter ego to keep up.

“...I don’t know,” they answered. “A few days at the least. It’s hard to move like this and I still need the right parts. I’m sure I can build us something to get, uh, unfuse us.”

They grit their teeth with frustration and balled their human fists, digging their red talons into their gloves. “I CAN’T WAIT THAT LONG!” they shouted. “I HAVE THINGS TO DO! I CANNOT BE LIKE THIS!”

They could feel a tugging at their human eye and a tear forming. “No! No! No! No!” they repeated, covering their eye with one of their hands. They couldn’t cry. Not in front of them. But they could feel their emotions about to be set loose. They couldn’t possibly cry. They weren’t allowed. Not now.

“...I’m sorry,” they managed to choke out and held back a sob. Their body sank to the ground as they wept silently. It was nearly impossible to tell which one of them was crying. Perhaps both. But they stopped sobbing as a sudden warm presence overtook them. They could almost feel arms around them, pulling them into a deep embrace. They were... comforting each other.

“I didn’t... mean for this to happen. I didn’t want to get stuck like this,” they began, sniffling. “I didn’t mean it.” They felt like a child, listless and weak. And they hated it. The fused being sighed and wiped their face with the back of one of their hands.

“Let’s just figure this out.” Their voice came out gentle and they found themselves feeling significantly more calm than before. “It will take time, but we can do it. But I can’t do it alone.” They felt a red flush come to their face as they admitted that. Neither being was used to being so reliant on anyone. To say it was uncomfortable would have been a gross understatement. But what choice did they have? They would both have to cooperate to get this to work. This time, there would be no running away or turning back when things got heated and tense or just plain awkward.

They shut their eyes and exhaled. “Yeah, okay,” they agreed and nodded.

[blkcuervo]

((did you get my last message? we can talk more privately on skype, unless you want me to log into manny again >_> ))

skype works

[blkcuervo]

(( awesome! Do you want me to message you the link to join/more info/questions thru anon when ready or do you want me to message you elsewhere? You haven't been on skype in a long time so idk.. ))

yeah that’d be great!!. skype i think. i have a new skype and idk if youre on it?? im live:therapeuticspector

[blkcuervo]

((that's good. *hug* OH YES, also. i'm going to be dm'ing a spooky horror game soon, it'll be my first time acting as DM and someone's helping me. trying to see if there's any interest rn, so far there's 2 people. would you be interested? it'd be two sessions at most.))

yeah maybe!!! i think so that sounds exciting

[blkcuervo]

4 @cybernetic-arm-of-villainy​

so i pretty much wrote this when i was really into this rp blog. like 2013/2014..??? i think??????? i remember writing this during class during like finals week when we were just watching movies. i wrote this along with like a black cuervo one i think. and i was going for a whole other style or something.

and it’s sort of more complete than i thought it was. it was literally called dgo.word or w/e  obviously my take or w/e is going to be pretty different than anyone else’s because so little was given but yeah

Diego

The First Crime

Dr. Chipotle Jr. was created by accident in a lab.

It was quiet in the old laboratory. The past scientist that had worked there had long ago abandoned it along with everything in it. Perhaps he was eaten by one of his own experiments or simply disappeared off the earth one day. No one really knew and very few remembered him, but maybe that was for the better.

Among the broken beakers and flasks and the overturned tables, the only living things in the building were the mold in the air and the vines that had crept in over the long time.

There was also a boy. He had wild dark hair that stuck out in all directions, having never once seen a brush. He was wounded, hurt, bleeding from a large gash on the side of his leg. The child had only one eye, but it was wide and had a crimson iris full of dirty tears that ran down his pale cheek, although he had no memory of crying. He had no memory of many things. The weak string of memories he did possess seemed to be unable to be knit together to make any sense. He stayed huddled in the corner of the room, his back against the cold wall.  He tried to remember.

His earliest memory was a painfully bright flash accompanied by a loud buzzing noise. The next thing was the unending scream, shrill and painful to hear. But as it continued, he came to realize it was his own and he was unable to stop. His throat grew raw and his limbs felt weak. He was unable to move.

He was in the same humid environment, surrounded by the same mold and musk that he had been in for all five years of his life.

He stayed in a tight ball, huddled in the corner with his back pressing against the cold wall. The building was abandoned, run down, dilapidated. He spent the majority of his days and nights like that, moving only to retrieve a mysterious soft substance that could be found on the other side of the room. He used it as food.

The other eye of the child was mechanical and glowed red. It functioned almost as a dictionary, targeting and reading objects, giving him the name of things and their function.

From a distance, it appeared a thick, cold, metal coil was wrapped around him like a snake. However, upon further examination, one could see it was his own arm. It matched the robotic eye and was cold to touch.

“Diego…”

The young wanted to stay in the safety of that old building. It held good protection, but it was a dull pain in his stomach and a throbbing in his head that made him leave.

Slowly, he crawled out of his safe place he had been hiding in and crawled slowly towards the light.

It was unknown how long he stayed there.  It was probably years. Years, he had survived in that building, but he had no memory.

He had an off-white  sheet-like piece of cloth draped over him with beige stains put there long ago. It dragged behind him as he walked, picking up more dirt.

As he exited his lair, pulling away some of the vines, he squinted at the sudden bright light. He would have screamed in fear, the sudden shock of having the darkness taken away from him so abruptly, but his throat was still raw. It still hurt from that time so long ago.

“Diego…” rasped a deep voice, unlike his own and then that an overwhelming blinding light overtook him, similar to the light that came down upon him now. “Diego…” Then, pain.

Just like then, he braced himself for a familiar pain, but none came. There was only the comparitively light discomfort in his head and gut.

"Diego, my creation..."

Who was that? Who spoke those words so long ago? He was scared and lost and he lurked in the shadows because he was afraid of the beings that roamed freely around in the cities. They usually paid him no attention, but the rare times they did, it was a look of scorn. They’d shake their heads and walk on.

And he realized the dark red cartons they’d hold on the streets, full of round objects that people would take. They’d converse for a while and there would be some kind of exchange and the person would walk away with a round object.

Diego didn’t know how to converse and he had nothing to give the people.

“Thief! Thief! Someone, catch that thief!” And they’d start running after him. Before he got a chance to bite around it, he ran too. He ran quickly. He had never run before and it hurt him. It hurt his legs and he felt them stretch and reopen closed wounds. But he kept running in fear what would happen in case he would stop.

//////

Diego’s first crime was being born. His second was to keep on existing. Illegal human experiments didn’t have a place in the world, so he chose not to participate or show himself to the world. He lived in that old building until mold grew around him and the air grew thick and musty.

Vines had just begun to break through the broken windows, clinging to the remaining glass fragments.

The young boy loathed his creator. He was an irresponsible adult who had chosen to bring Diego forth and shove him into this rotten building... and then leave. He was the man who simply discarded his failures.

As he sat in his filthy rags he had found in a cabinet, solely for warmth. They hadn’t helped much.

There were a few jars on the shelves that contained various body parts in formaldehyde. He wondered if one of them belonged to him. Maybe that eye and maybe his original arm was around here somewhere too. Not that it mattered anyway. It’s not like he had any intention of tearing his metal arm off and gluing the old one back on or something. It proved more useful than the human one and he had no idea how to navigate without it.

[blkcuervo]

((hey, ky, it's manny-mun! i know i haven't been on in forever and idk if i'll ever really come back again ^^; but i just wanted to say that i hope things are ok for you back in florida. you probably weren't near it but still, that shit happened in your state, so.. ))

hi. uh thank you so much!!! it’s nice hearing rom you. i’m like 2 hours away from it, but i’m doing okay. it’s really sad but yeah

[korratea]

oh god but like. the best ships are the ones where they’ve been shown to work great as a team. where the characters balance each other out without eclipsing the other person but, instead, bring out the best in each other to get a job done or fix a problem. if i die young bury me in mutually beneficial partnerships

[askmrtorgue]

LIST OF PROBLEMS THAT CANNOT BE SOLVED BY PUNCHING

ARM TIRED FROM TOO MUCH PUNCHING

CERTAIN SUDOKU PUZZLES

END OF LIST

[gleneth-paltrow-deactivated2018]

PROBLEM ONE CAN BE SOLVED BY USING YOUR OTHER ARM?

[askmrtorgue]

WE ARE IN A BRAVE NEW FRONTIER

[evilrick-deactivated20181029]

[itwasntrainingyet]

[blkcuervo]

[girlware]