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historybyviktor :

Unused to the world of powers, Viktor tilted his head to look up at the building before looking at the woman again. “You did this? Very nice. Was hard?” This would be a nice little bit of information for his case, and he was distracted by that. Kota could wait. “Kota made me look like fool. Why lie about that?”

He rolled his eyes, not thinking much of her idea of danger. He’d grown up in a corrupt country, danger was a given. “I am not afraid. I can handle myself.” He liked to think there was nothing he couldn’t handle, confident that his skills at fighting would get him through just about anything. “Blagodarya. Thank you.” He moved out of the doorway, perfectly willing to be polite now that he was getting his own way. “What is your name? I am Viktor Chekhov.” She was more important than Kota was right now, or at least, he was determined not to give into the temptation to go find his ex-lover before he’d done a little bit of work. He was supposed to be an expert reporter, not a fool for a pretty face.

“Not as hard as you’d think, not as easy as I made it look.” Taking things from alternate realities had always been a bit easier than just conjuring things up out of her own thoughts, but it still tended to drain her. “Why do people lie about anything? Because it benefits them.”

She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t amused by how confident he seemed to be. sure, maybe he could handle himself, and it wasn’t like most of them would actively going to screw with him, but they did still have superhuman powers. “Eris. Nice to meet you, Viktor. JARVIS, Viktor here’s with me. We’ll work out a guest policy later, for now restrict access to personal floors.” She gestured for him to enter, studying him closely for a moment. “Welcome to the Academy's shiny new tower - piss anyone off and I’ll shove you through a closet and leave you on the international space station all by yourself.”

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hollwsouls :

ERIS; @erisjameson

luther wasn’t used to having an entire level to himself. back at the academy, he had a room and that was it. that wasn’t to say luther wasn’t grateful but all the empty space was making him feel antsy. he tried to spend as much time as he could either in the common rooms or the kitchen or anywhere else.

it was close to midnight when he snuck down to the kitchen level dressing gown breezing behind him. he had his head so far in the fridge he didn’t hear or notice someone else coming in until he closed the door promptly dropping the tub of ice cream. luther blinked at it, then her, then the door which was firmly on the other side of the room. “did you sneak in here - did you teleport? please tell me we don’t have another five situation.”

for as long as it seemed like she’d been in new york, eris had yet to adjust to the timezone difference - or at least that’s what she was going with. it was easier to explain than ‘oh, i generally only sleep when i’m exhausted enough to pass out’, came with less odd looks or questions. either way, she’d spent the better part of the evening roaming around a few of the common floors before deciding to simply pop into the closest kitchen.

she hadn’t planned on startling the man, she really hadn’t, but when she’d stepped out of the pantry and realized he hadn’t noticed her yet she couldn’t help herself. she managed to stay nearly silent as she waited for him to look up, acting on a knee-jerk reflex to alter the odds and make sure the ice cream didn’t dump all over the floor. “i mean, definitely not a five sitch? it’s not quite teleporting, came in through there,” she gestured vaguely to the pantry with a shrug. “Mind passing the orange juice?"

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historybyviktor :

Viktor leaned against the wall once he’d turned to look at the woman who spoke. “I don’t have home. But when I did, da. Yes. We never locked door.” Of course, they’d had armed guards patrolling the grounds. “I am not stranger though.” Since she seemed confident in her words, he made a guess that she was one of the new members of the Academy. “To you, stranger, to Dakota, I am not stranger.”

If Dakota found out he was using her name to get in, he was sure she’d tease him about it. Say he’d never gotten over her. He hadn’t, but he didn’t really want her to know that. Annoyed at the thought, he frowned. “You already let the danger inside. You can open door for me. I only hurt assholes and I don’t touch what is not mine.”

Eris barely managed to keep from rolling her eyes as the man spoke, instead settling for crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow. “You being a stranger to me is what matters, since I’m the one that did all of that,” she gestured to the tower he was now leaning up against. “Besides, I haven’t seen her around yet. For all I know you’re still just a stranger, using someone’s name to try and soften me up so I’ll let you in.”

She almost let a laugh slip, biting the inner corner of her lip to keep her amusement from showing too clearly on her face. Would he still want in if he knew how many of them had sticky fingers or violent behaviors? “You honestly have no idea. Keeping people out is more designed to keep them, and us, safe than to keep anyone from lifting a few things that don’t belong to them. A lot of us have dangerous skills, and some of us aren’t that great at controlling it. But fine, you want in so badly - move so I can get past you. Please.”

#historybyviktor

historybyviktor :

The miracle of a tower appearing suddenly, well, that could only be connected to the Academy. Like many other reporters, Viktor had gone to look at it, but unlike others, he was brave enough to walk straight up to it instead of just taking pictures.

“Excuse me, sir, but you are not one of the forty-three.”

The disembodied voice made him swear loudly in his native language, looking around for the source, but nothing. He tried to shove the door open again. “My fr- friend is. Dakota.” It felt odd to talk to nothing, and even odder to call Dakota a friend - their relationship had been much more than friendship, at least on his part, and obviously a lot less on hers.

“Come on, open door.” He grumbled, shoving at it again. The presence of someone walking up behind him made him rattle the handle again. “They make big tower, but they don’t share. Not nice.”

At some point after waking up Eris had managed to make it to the tower, alter things so the rest of the fourty-three, Grace, and Pogo would have access - she hadn’t factored in guests, or anyone else for that matter. They needed the security, and letting anyone just waltz right in without them knowing didn’t seem like the best plan. However, after the third alert of a man that clearly wasn’t just going to give up, she was beginning to question her decisions.

“Miss Jameson, the-”

“I get it, JARVIS. I’ll take care of it.” She was already gone before she’d finished, stepping through a closet and out the door of a building across the street. She was tired, and tempted to just walk off and find the nearest coffee shop instead, but she hadn’t bothered to change out of her pjs or even put on shoes and she really just wanted to get back inside.

She spent two whole minutes just watching the man before crossing the street and stopping beside him to study him a bit closer. “Do you leave the front door to your home unlocked? Let strangers wander in and out as they please?"

#historybyviktor

coming back hurt sometimes - an ache in her bones and a burning in her lungs, a reminder that she had died and her body had to fix itself so she would come back whether she wanted to or not. other times it felt like bliss, like she’d woken up from a solid night’s sleep with the windows open on a cool autumn morning. every once in a while it felt like nothing - like she was just gone and then she was there, with no real sensation other than movement. this time? this time hurt.

she whimpered, bit her tongue to keep from letting out the scream she felt bubbling in her throat and squeezed her eyes shut against the tears she knew would fall the second she let them. everything hurt - the sheet draped across fresh skin, the light so bright it shone through her eyelids, the air as she drew in her first breaths in however long. the only relief she found was in the coolness of the medical table she was laid out on, reminding her that she was safe enough for the moment. and then the memories from her time spent dead caught up with her. she was on her feet in seconds, sheet abandoned as she darted towards the office where she knew she’d find cam eating - was it strange to be friends with the woman that tended to her body whenever she’d died during her visits to new york? maybe, but so was coming back from whatever kind of death she went through. a quick ‘thank you, talk later’, a kiss to her cheek, and a bite stolen from her plate and eris had stepped through her office door again and vanished. she’d remembered correctly - the academy was gone, nothing but rubble by the time she stepped through the door on the roof of a nearby building. down the fire escape and across the street, humming faintly as she studied the mess and only half paying attention to the semi-familiar voice saying something about how they no longer had a base of operations and may as well just go home - not like they’d done any good anyways. she was drawing on her powers before she’d even fully thought things through - if she had maybe she would’ve gone to get something to eat first, make sure she had the energy to do what she was about to without passing out afterwards. reality was easy enough to stretch, moving buildings just enough and making it so it felt like it had always been that way to normal people. pulling something out of a different reality was another story, and she could feel the strain as she sorted through to find exactly what she wanted. she hit the ground without a word, out cold - but at least she’d done what she’d planned on doing. they had a base, a place to live if they wanted. ninety-three stories tall, stupidly secure, built in ai that was currently coded to only allow her access - she’d have to change that when she woke up. she’d stolen the avengers tower.

#hey so fun fact - they're not homeless #eris is a thief but it's funny #the new york skyline just changed and it's.......the admin team will not apologize #&& important;#like actually legit important to the rp fojias

tick

she’s moving before she can even think, shoving people as she darts towards the danger instead of away.

#death tw #explosion mention?#idk it's v short and vague but i'm giving up writing anything better #spoiler alert: it's trash #love me anyways

dthlyscrms :

judas could feel his heart beating unsteadily in his chest, it seemed to pick up faster and faster the more he heard the explosions. it was like a pop followed by screams and terror and pain. he covered his ears briefly eyes looking frantically around the room for a second like there might be a bomb going off in the room.

“i - i don’t know, there’s too many of them,” he dropped his hands from his ears running them through his hair and pulling on the strands. the sound wasn’t as bad but it was still loud enough to knock judas off his axis. “i need to listen, i need to go outside,” with that judas stumbled out the room, practically falling over his feet to get outside.

eris couldn’t keep the worry off her face, brows pinching together as her gaze flicked between judas and the window. whatever he was hearing had to be bad, though she couldn’t even begin to imagine exactly how awful - her knowledge of bombs was limited, and she doubted movies were terribly accurate.

“judas- wait, fuck.” he’d taken off before she’d fully processed what he’d said, and without a second’s hesitation she’d followed him out - whatever was going on she knew she didn’t want anyone running off on their own. she could practically taste the smoke as soon as they were outside - too many of them. too many explosions. what the hell was going on?

#dthlyscrms

event thread list under the cut - most of this stuff is saved in my drafts and i’ll be trying to get to it throughout the day. <3

eris

- vanya - hazel - jude - open

ember

- verity - open - open - open

sidra

- ben - ronan - emmi - open

jasper

- alaric - patch - open - open

#all43ooc #&& ooc;#the 'open's are more for me to have a guideline on how many more threads i'll allow myself #&& to be edited;#i've asked for a few other things i think so idk if the open spots are actually open atm ofijdsa #hi my name's daisy and i'm a disaster

dthlyscrms :

event two. location; Xmansion the academy

judas was starting to come around to the idea of the whole team thing. he sat in the kitchen watching as various people came and went. it was still amazing to him that he wasn’t the only one. for the first time in a long time, judas didn’t feel like a freak. he picked up his empty glass pushing his chair back heading to the fridge. he was halfway to the fridge when sound exploded in his ears causing him to drop the glass. it shattered on the floor but judas didn’t pay much attention instead he cocked his head towards the window. there was another explosion, rattling through his brain. sirens, screams, bang bang.

judas turned on the spot eyes wide in panic. “somethings wrong, there are explosions. three - no five. they keep happening.”

eris had nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of the glass breaking, eyes wide as she watched the other and tried to fully process what he’d said. she moved towards the window when he spoke, glancing around to see if she could spot the smoke yet - she didn’t doubt what he’d heard, but she didn’t personally have any sort of enhanced hearing. whatever was going on was at least far enough that she couldn’t see any signs of it yet, but that didn’t mean much.

“can you tell how far from us? were they in a particular direction?” not that there was much she could do at this point, but she’d rather have an idea a little more solid than just somewhere within the city.

#dthlyscrms

ghostling

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confessionsofjustme

Sometimes I get so sad. So sad that I completely shut down. I stare blankly at the wall and it doesn’t matter what you say to me. Because in that moment I don’t exist.

(via thephoenixwrites)

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