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ahardmantokill:
There was surprise within him when he turned the corner, having thought he’d been hearing gunshots…only to find that it was a familiar face. The gunshots, of course, being fists smacking harshly into the bodies of others. He was about to step in and help…but it wasn’t necessary. Just as he rounded the corner, she finished the job with a strong right straight. His footsteps stop a fair distance away from her. He’s not stupid enough to close the distance between himself and someone on the edge. Not when he didn’t have any intentions of striking first.
“You’ve got nothing to worry about from me. You made quick work of those thugs. I’m impressed.”
The voice is familiar, even though it is much OLDER than she remembers. Tired, too. Pharah finally turns around to face the stranger, and she nods a bit slightly. To say she’s surprised is far from the truth of it -- she’s excited, however. A hero of old, grizzled and every bit as she remembers, even though he might be charred along the edges. There is SOLIDARITY with one of her heroes here -- she can’t help but smile ever so faintly. “Good to see you... considering the circumstances.” The unconscious bodies around do not need any more acknowledgement than that. She dusts off her hands. As she turns to fully face the Soldier.
“Do you tend to stick to the alleys? There is plenty of work to do, here most of all. Sorry if I stole your QUANDRY.”
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“Hamilton” starters
There are 117 more under the cut!
“You gotta fend for yourself.”
“Just you wait!”
“You never learned to take your time!”
“Pardon me. Are you [name]?”
“I’m getting nervous.”
“So how’d you do it?”
“How’d you graduate so fast?”
“Can I buy you a drink?’
“While we’re talking, let me offer you some free advice: talk less. Smile more. Don’t let them know what you’re against or what you’re for.”
“You can’t be serious.”
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@invisawolf | STARTER CALL.
“Did you see what happened here?” She is a SOLDIER, despite the lack of her army. There is no stopping Pharah from taking up the reigns when they are needed -- and by the commotion that floods the streets she deems it more than necessary.
@opticallyenhanced | STARTER CALL.
“May I HELP you?” Pharah watches him curiously -- the first couple corners she had turned where he had followed her she had generously chalked up to coincidence. Now -- no such thing, “If you need directions, just say so -- I might be inclined to think you’re FOLLOWING me otherwise.”
@ahardmantokill | STARTER CALL.
There is no JUSTICE here. Pharah has resorted to taking it into her own hands, for better or for WORSE. She hates being restless, and even more than that she HATES that she doesn’t have her well loved and familiar rocket launcher that has become something of her RIGHT ARM. It might mean her punches have much more FORCE than they should. A handful of thugs is nothing, not when they’re form is sloppy and they tire easily. Pharah shakes off the pain and wipes the grit from her cheeks as she hears a set of FOOT PRINTS approaching her from behind.
“Here to finish the job for your FRIENDS?”
“But at the moment, the possibility is in front of me and just the possibility is everything."
"Maybe it’s not supposed to be easy.”
“It sounds like you know a bit more than you’re letting on."
"So what—I just have to keep listening?"
"Are we doing that? … Like, small talk—are we doing that?"
"So, uh, what’s the occasion? What’s going on?"
"Hm. I’m impressed."
"Mm, no. I don’t think that’s a good idea. At least, not until you have a bit more protection."
"I figured that might be the case."
"You’re not gonna need the police."
"Okay. Whatever you like.”
“Why are you having me followed?"
"Why did you wanna meet with me?"
"I want you to stop. Right now."
"Not threatening you, _____. I’m asking you. I’m very willing to bribe you, as well, but something tells me that’s not the most effective option."
"Because you don’t understand what’s happening."
"Stop attracting attention and I’ll consider it."
"How about tell me and I’ll consider stopping attracting attention."
"I think this is it."
"Well, wait. Shouldn’t we have a plan or something?"
"She said it was some "creepy ass shit.” Her words. Not mine.“
"They’re not gonna let that happen."
"I’m not used to it, but it’s become part of me. Like a sickness."
"I—I could take you somewhere."
"It’s complicated. I’d have to show you."
"I’d really appreciate anything that you can tell me—anything at all."
"We can’t go back. Not until the morning."
"We’ll never find our way out of here in the dark."
"The biggest mysteries remain right here on earth."
"What, uh, kind of mysteries are you looking for?"
"What do you want to know?"
"It’s time to sleep."
"I thought you didn’t find anything."
"The nights are the worst."
"I believe it’s following me. I know it’s following me."
"Are you high?"
"Well, I wasn’t that high. Was I?"
"I don’t think that’s a particularly great idea."
"You have no way of knowing it was me.”
“I kinda knew you were gonna say that."
"Wow. We’re really getting to know each other."
"Anyone asks, it was me.”
deathless ♚ sentence meme
You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.
You are going to break your promise. I understand.
You’re lonely too.
It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.
I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.
I am your servant.
I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased.
For you alone I will be weak.
I belong here, and you will not deny me.
I say these things, and the world listens.
I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.
In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.
I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories.
I moved the earth and the water for you.
You will always run away with her.
You will always lose her.
You will always be a fool.
You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear.
You have already done all of this and will do it again.
No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.
We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying.
What we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.
There need never be any rules between us.
Let us be greedy together; let us hoard.
Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me.
I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.
Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.
I can’t abide a poor liar.
You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.
Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.
Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.
Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.
In his own country, Death can be kind.
What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?
Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.
I am no one; I am nothing.
Nothing in me was not made by you.
A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.
Just tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend he told it.
Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.
I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.
If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.
What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you?
Don’t you dare speak to me like that.
I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.
I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me.
I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man.
I have learned to watch everything die.
I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.
Are we not devils?
No one is now what they were before the war.
I have not seen you without your skin on.
Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.
We obsess. It’s in our nature.
I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.
In war you must always choose sides.
If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.
We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive.
My old bones will follow yours soon enough.
It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair.
I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.
After love, no one is what they were before.
I have survived, but I have not been spared.
In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you.
Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.
It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder.
You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.
You will be so beautiful when you are old.
I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.
You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief.
I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.
She said you’d come and I swore to eat your heart.
I still want to kiss you.
My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it.
What happens to anything beautiful?
I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.
@wheresaldor | PLOTTING CALL.
“First thing’s first -- a gun is NOT a toy. There’s no pointing this at anyone you do not intend to shoot -- UNDERSTOOD?” Before handing the toy weapon to the girl, Pharah needs to make sure she understands. Her voice is grave, and warning, though not entirely heartless. She waits a beat before giving Lyra the gun and saying a small prayer. “Alright. Remember -- this is to defend yourself. I’m not teaching you this for fun. Listen carefully and do what I ask of you.”
Slowly Pharah’s hands guide Lyra across the gun as she stands behind her. In this alley they should be safe from hitting anything but the bottles that Pharah has perched on the trash cans at the end of the way, “THIS is the stock. It goes against your shoulder. You’ll need to brace yourself against it, as there is a slight knock back -- no, not like that... Like this. Good.” She guides her vision to look down the barrel of the BB gun, “See those lines at the end of the muzzle? line those up to your target. Close your other eye. It helps.”
Everyone starts somewhere. Some have a quicker knack than others, but Lyra seems like a fish out of water and the Egyptian worries for her safety if left alone. She rests a hand on her back gently, her voice going from a commander to that of an older sister. “Lyra. Don’t be afraid. Be wary, but not afraid. Take a deep breath, focus -- now SHOOT.”
@ofvengerberg | PLOTTING CALL.
“Sorry to interrupt your reading -- what is it TODAY?” Fareeha listens as she takes a short break to drink water greedily and wipe her face with a towel. A short break before she changes from her anaerobic workout to the WEIGHTS. Yennefer’s company is well appreciated, even though her joining the soldier in her workout would be even better. A workout of the body and the mind with the Sorceress of Vengerberg keeping her company. Fareeha enjoys it quite a bit.
“Have you any plans after this? I wouldn’t mind treating you to a nice meal out.” There’s a feast with her name on it after all is said and done, and there are plenty of fancy places in this area where she is certain the raven haired woman would not be bothered to join her, “That is, if you don’t think Strongjaw would mind.” It’s a jest, of course -- she respects them both, but that doesn’t mean FLIRTING is off the table.
@intelligenceof6 | PLOTTING CALL.
She knows him at this point, though it’s only through the battles he fights and the broken jaws he leaves behind. His reputation proceeds him, though it isn’t a bad thing -- he’s a good fighter and a decent fellow -- hell, she’s seen worse fighting for good causes. CHAOTIC ones don’t make much of a difference. Not here, anyway. He’s not doing any more than scratching an itch, and putting men with much bigger egos than they should have in their place. She watches him fight, and she can see his ability. He’s a knack for this, but he could do much more with REFINING his technique. She simply has to wait for the opportunity to arise. And it does.
This time, it’s different. He does not need protecting -- far from it -- but Pharah is a PROTECTOR. She is a fighter, too, and she can see that eight against one hardly constitutes as PLAYING FAIR. Downing her drink, she slips off her stool and steps towards the skirmish. “STRONGJAW,” Pharah calls as she steps in behind him, her flannel shirt doing nothing to hide her muscles as she slowly relaxes into a fighter’s stance, “Keep your eyes up.”
@lacroixdecte | STARTER CALL.
"YOU.” The enmity in her voice is unmistakable. It’s hard to help, but all the same Pharah restrains herself. This is not the time or place to pick a battle. Despite all that the woman has done, there is a proper time to settle the score, to deliver JUSTICE. Through gritted teeth Pharah sighs, “I think it’s wise if any past grudges are left for our HOME. We’ve a common enemy here -- still, step one toe out of line and I will make you regret it.”
@museijikokeno | STARTER CALL.
Familiar faces are not always welcome, but this is the brother of someone she respects. He is wasting his potential and it’s frustrating, but it’s not up to her to say so. ( not prompted, anyway. ) Pharah nods towards the swordsman, her face friendly enough -- there is no war here to fight. “How are you faring here?”
@forwhatyoubelievein | STARTER CALL.
It almost slips out. Only almost. On one hand Pharah can understand where the sniper comes from, on the other the child in her struggles with understanding. The soldier clears her throat to make herself known. Mother.
“You’ve got one of these.... USELESS things too, huh?” For emphasis, Pharah holds up the BB gun with unmistakable annoyance. If this city takes away weapons to ensure safety, giving out firearms of their own seems foolish. Then it occurs to her that they probably took away their weapons for the sake of their own safety. “Better than nothing -- at least, until I can find a suitable replacement.”
without further ado here is pharah!!! like this for a starter, capped at 3. castmates exempt from the cap, however. <3 looking forward to writing with all of you!!
