Memory in Death - Archive

“That would be the ideal but you never did strike me as the laughing type anyway,” more like the sense of humor of a corpse.

“Well, you’re right about that.”

There’s another laugh, his shoulders shaking a little.

“Nothing? You? What, you’ve learned to be stealthy while I was away?” he’s teasing him.

#*facedesk*#Alex..#you are dense

“Should I be laughing?”

“Thought not,” he can’t help but let out a little laugh at that, calmly striding over and perching on the edge of the roof in which they stood. At least the night was quiet for once.

“… What about you?”

#I do have a character that's similar to Alex so that's a plus

“I have done absolutely nothing of interest.”

Another brief pause and the phoenix huffs, shifting back to human shape with a burst of flames and a wry smile.

“Not much to talk about on my end… unless listening about a round trip over miles of water is your idea of a conversation.”

#Well I kind of just leave 4 to collect dust #I only have one consistently active one

“Yeah, no thanks.”

There’s a pause, a moment used to groom the feathers on his chest.

‘There is something to talk about?’

#ditto #my laptop died and I was stuck with only my phone so I started to RP on Twitter. In short: I made 7 RP accounts.

He shrugged. “No, but it seemed like you wanted to talk.”

“…”

#long time no see #what's up?

“Are you just going to sit there? Or are you going to talk?”

“...”

#ic

//Guess who’s back? Okay, so it’s me. Anyway, who missed me? Sorry for being away. Laptop crashed and I started RPing in some other verses on Twitter on my phone. Anyway, laptop is semifixed, although I lost most of my data and the guy who ‘fixed’ it backed up the virus as well onto my computer, but I’m here. So... what’d I miss?

#OOC post is OOC #ooc spam

gentek-co

[Hiatus]

Due to my lack of method of replying in a proper, organized way, this account and my main blog will be on hiatus until I get my laptop is either fully repaired or replaced, it hardly works, it has a virus, and the sound’s broken. Besides, I’d rather be replying in a neater form than off my phone. Until then, just stay tuned for more info. Thank you.

#OOC post is OOC

heronswing

Hey Crime fiction writers. Here’s an oft-cited reference chart to show you what different bullets look like going in and coming out.

weapons-grade-spork

"I am a writer…" I whisper as I reblog this.

basilleed

"I am a murderer…" I realize as I reblog this.

sparkedboar

"I am both…" I realise as I reblog this.

gayghostkid

"This is just really cool…" I whisper as I reblog this

#((Fuck... Getting shot sucks. Especially if you're Alex...))

meaty-bicycle-deactivated201601

What doesn’t kill me should run, because now I’m fucking pissed.

(via muddiedpaws)

#;thoughts

Pokedex Entry: "THE CREATOR OF BLACKLIGHT WHICH FUCKED UP ALL OF NEW YORK AND RUINED MY LIFE." (//I'm so sorry, she is just looking to fight with someone. Might as well be her creator. Hi friend!)

"Well, I’m responsible for several ruined up lives, in fact, I’ve lost count at this stage. And New York was collateral damage, I didn’t try to fuck it up."

((Eh, he’s been a little deprived of action. He might be a little too snappy. I have no access to my reaction images as I fucked up my computer.))

"You swear what? Your taunts mean nothing to me. If that’s a challenge, I’ve fought stronger than you." He taunted. He could easily kill her. But then again, it’s fun to play with her. She gets so easily annoyed and her reactions were always entertaining.

"I swear if you keep calling me shit like that, I’ll fucking cut you. Even if you’ve fought people stronger than me, you’ll have trouble keeping up with me," she smirked almost in a cocky manner. What was it with people messing with her? It almost seemed like it was on purpose.

"You’ll fucking cut me? Well, that’s the first time I’ve heard that. And the last person who attempted was Heller and that went well for him." He sighed, almost mockingly, "if you’re gonna run, I hope you don’t get tired easily."

"You really are underestimating me. I’m not running, not anymore," she knew she was overestimating her powers. "Don’t really need to now."

"Last chance, dear. I'll even give you a head start." Was he actually going to let her run? Eh, whatever, at least he's get some entertainment out of it. "I'll give you 30 seconds to run."

Pokedex Entry: "THE CREATOR OF BLACKLIGHT WHICH FUCKED UP ALL OF NEW YORK AND RUINED MY LIFE." (//I'm so sorry, she is just looking to fight with someone. Might as well be her creator. Hi friend!)

"Well, I’m responsible for several ruined up lives, in fact, I’ve lost count at this stage. And New York was collateral damage, I didn’t try to fuck it up."

((Eh, he’s been a little deprived of action. He might be a little too snappy. I have no access to my reaction images as I fucked up my computer.))

"Well, excuse me, princess." He retorted. "Either way, the only reason you ended up like that was by chance. I don’t personally single people out. Makes things complicated, especially, when they turn into Walkers instead of Evolved." He shrugged. She just wouldn’t stop, would she? Why was it so hard for people to die and stay dead these days?

She bared her teeth in an almost animalistic manner and growled lowly. “Swear to God, Mercer. STOP.”

Her arm began to start moving under her skin as her anger built. She didn’t mind fighting, but with him, she was still slightly intimidated, although her anger would dull that concern. He may be stronger, but she was still faster.

"You swear what? Your taunts mean nothing to me. If that’s a challenge, I’ve fought stronger than you." He taunted. He could easily kill her. But then again, it’s fun to play with her. She gets so easily annoyed and her reactions were always entertaining.

"I swear if you keep calling me shit like that, I’ll fucking cut you. Even if you’ve fought people stronger than me, you’ll have trouble keeping up with me," she smirked almost in a cocky manner. What was it with people messing with her? It almost seemed like it was on purpose.