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Thomas has never seen Talon up close before, and even as he is hidden behind the simple mask, it cuts an intimidating figure. That’s the intention, of course, along with basic utility - his eyes scrape over the knives that hang on its chest critically. They’re top of the line; the Court knows nothing else.

In the pocket of his perfectly tailored suit pants, a small slip of paper sits, a name written perfectly in black ink: the Talon’s target. Thomas doesn’t bother to pull at it; he memorized the name the first time he looked at it.

This man is not a normal man. That much is clear immediately; no normal man moves like that. He probably thought he was hiding it well, but there is an unnaturalness to it that marks him apart. The mark of someone who knew how to kill and was trying to hide it. Someone who was trying to appear normal rather than just being normal. Curious.

But now they are at a standoff. Was this the man who was responsible for the other Talon? Since the court was destroyed, or at least, mostly destroyed, their Talons were... inferior to the older models. Sure, there were less of them, and they were less sophisticated, but all of the older Talons had a lifetime of training, whereas the new talons were more mass produced.

“That Talon was meant to guard you. Why? You are not of the court.” Every Talon knew the court members. They had to, now that they were discarded, and were hunting them down. This man was not a court member. And yet, there had been a talon nearby. Curious.

Too curious for him to pass up.

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“-tt- They would have broken anyway. What does it matter?” He scoffed. “Speaking well of the dead hardly brings them back.”

The boy stiffened again, his fingers curling into a fist at his side. “Take that back,” he demanded. “Take. It. Back.” It was a sore spot, and it showed, the boy’s reaction downright volatile. “Grandfather would never do that. Do you understand me? Never!”

“Indeed. You are somewhat correct. And why should I? He’s done worse. I have killed his assassins before in the name of the court. You are no different than me. To him, you are just like I am to the court. Tools to be used and expended as soon as they are no longer needed. You know this; you’ve seen it first hand.”

“Be thankful you have the freedom to delude yourself about a person’s intentions.”

raveniings

Raven crossed her arms. She didn’t want to believe him, but she couldn’t detect any of the usual emotional indications of falsehood, so she reluctantly had to let it pass. “They know what I am, and they don’t think they have to be afraid of me. But they are. And they know it.” She shifted. “And I’m not…. not that different.” Except that she was, and it was her own fault. She should have known better how to pretend that she was normal. But how could she, when everyone had so many feelings nearby?

“So does that mean you would like me to kill them?” He could do that. If there was one thing Edwin was good at, it was killing people. Murder was something he was trained to do, trained to be the best at doing. If these people were a threat to her, well then he would dispose of them. After all, the only reason he was interested in her was because of them.

“In any case, it is my experience that when people need to state things such as not being different, it only reinforces the fact that they are.”

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the1989ers:

ANONYMOUSLY TELL ME YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT ME. I CAN’T REPLY, JUST PUBLISH.

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im the dumb bitch mutual. the absolute fucking idiot mutual. people see me on their dash and theyre like “i didnt know u could read”

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guYS IF WE’RE MUTUALS AND YOUR MUSE RANDOMLY WANTS TO TALK TO MINE, TAG. ME. IN. A. STARTER. I WILL REPLY BECAUSE I LOVE RANDOM STARTERS AND CUTE SHIT AND JUST MY MUSE BEING THROWN IN A SITUATION WHERE THEY’RE LIKE “WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO BE DOING?!?! WHO THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO BE DOING?!?! WHY THE FUCK ARE WE DOING THIS?!?!” BECAUSE ITS THE BEST THING EVER. So yknow yeah. Tag me in shit.

The more I write Edwin the more I realize he’s basically the adult chaperone of the Talons

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bad news everyone

i exist

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Jason jumped out about the wall into the abandoning warehouse, God he hated unknown jobs like those, I mean yeah the money was good but like, the amount of work was just a pain in the ass.

Such noisiness. Really, one should be more silent. Of course, if he was expecting anyone to be alive in the warehouse, he would find that to no longer to be the case. Not a living person to be seen. Lots of dead ones, mind. Plenty of those. Professionally done, no mess. And whoever did it was probably close by. Oh, how Edwin hated such interruptions!

“Hoo.” The sound echoed. He was there. Watching. Waiting. Trying to see what this new person wanted.

I need more starters here.

If only Edwin would stop introducing himself like ‘hi there I’ve been stalking every aspect of your life to ensure optimal first interactions.’

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Blood, Gore & Injury Sentence Starters

tAll of these prompts are related to injury, blood, gore, fatal wounding, etc, so if any of that squicks you, please keep scrolling

“What happened to you?” “Why…why are you holding your stomach? Is that blood?!” “Keep this cloth over the wound and keep pressing.” “We’ll get you to a hospital, just keep breathing.” “Oh, oh my god! It was an accident! I’m so sorry!” “It’s just a bit of blood, stop freaking out!” “You’re panicking?! I’m the one who got fucking *insert injury*!” “No, no, it looks fine. Just don’t worry about it.” “I-is that my blood?” “Shh, stay calm, we’re going to get you some help.” “What - what did you DO to yourself?!” “Does it hurt?” “I don’t feel any pain. It’s just…numb.” “*name*? Come on, say something to me.” “Your stomach isn’t going to fall out, just keep applying pressure.” “I-I can’t get the bleeding to stop.” “There was so much blood. I’ve never seen so much.” “We were able to get you to the hospital. Um, most of you, anyways.” “Do you remember what happened?” “I’m so sorry. I should have been there sooner.” “You’re gonna make it, don’t worry.” “No, no, don’t fall asleep. Just keep talking to me.” “It hurts. Fuck it hurts!” “I-I don’t want to die.” “This isn’t how I wanted to go.” “Is that…bone?!” “I don’t have a bandage. Here, use my shirt.” “I don’t have any medical training, but I’ll do what I can.” “How are we going to get rid of these stains?” “I want to help you, but I don’t know how.” “Why are you limping? What happened?!” “They just collapsed in front of me! We have to get them to a doctor.” “I’m okay, it doesn’t hurt anymore.” “Will you stay with me?” “I’m gonna be sick.” “It was the most gruesome thing I’ve ever seen.” “I wish I could forget all of that blood.”

Someone: we need our assassin from the 1700′s to look the part

someone: clearly we should make him a ninja, because that would not draw attention to him in 1780′s America

#ooc #what were you thinking writers #I mean I love him don't get me wrong but the court is not smart

raveniings

She raised an eyebrow at his statement - he couldn’t lie, really? There were more ways to lie than simply speaking something that was untrue - but she let it slide, instead crossing her arms. “They have some idea how my powers work, and it’s their job to hunt people like me. But they don’t know everything about me.” Her powers were stronger than they thought, and she was getting better control of them. She wasn’t going back with them. Not now. Not ever again.

Raven shifted a little, taking a quick moment to check to make sure her powers weren’t leaking at the edges then. She really ought to try to find out how that collar of hers had worked; it would have been nice to hide like that, if a little dangerous. Her abilities were as much a boon as they were a danger. “So what do you want then, if you’re not part of A.R.G.U.S.?”

“I already said. I am observing.” Which was true. He was watching and waiting, but not acting. Strange, unless you understood how Edwin thought. He was a detail oriented individual, obsessed with them, and he watched and observed to see what she would do.

“Indeed, I suspected you were different based on how you carry yourself; and the appearance of these other individuals made it even more curious for me. Of course, they are quite bad at being stealthy; they move about like giant beasts, without realizing that they are being watched.”

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“I sacrificed pawns for a rook. They were recruits sent to rescue a man with potential. If they were too weak to survive, then the training would have broken them anyway.” It was what his Grandfather had told him, and the words fell easily from his lips. From the mouth of a child.

Damian stiffened dangerously at the reminded - you are the third - and he glared at the Talon. “My Grandfather has groomed me as his heir. I will lead after he is gone. Even he cannot live forever.”

“What use is a rook without pawns? Without pawns, the rook is exposed and cannot maneuver. Indeed, the pawns are the most important pieces, acting as the wall to force the enemy to maneuver around them.” Some would have been put off by the boy’s words, but a Talon knew them well. Talons were trained from children using harsher measures than the League of Assassins did; the league could only wish they could produce warriors as good as the Talons.

“I fail to see your point. He has groomed other heirs before; you’re hardly new. And men such as he have no interest in giving up power. Rumor has it that your existence was to provide him a new body; if true that means you as a person are irrelevant. If true, you’ll lead nothing. You are, as you said, a pawn, which means you will be sacrificed for the king, correct?”

“Pride is a pointless and dangerous thing. It blinds you to enlightenment. Perhaps it is painful, but then you should be able to endure it, since you claim you are not too weak to survive.”

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“That is the nature of chess, is it not? You sacrifice a platoon of pawns to protect the king.” Damian straightened up and huffed. “I am no mere recruit. I am the heir of the Demon. The League is mine to command.”

“You remind me of the more modern talons. So flushed with unearned senses of superiority. Furthermore, if we speak of chess, you fail to see the long game. You sacrificed a platoon for one man, one man who could be easily replaced. In doing so, you depressed recruitment, making people less safe as a result. No one would care if he perished; he had no family to speak of. Those other men did, and you sacrificed them. Is your sense of superiority not built on the idea that you are above the callousness of a talon?”

“In any case, you are but a recruit. The League is owned by Ra’s Al Ghul. It will always be so. He would sooner slay you and his daughter before giving it up. Men such as him do not go quietly into the night. And he can always have more children.”

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Damian smirked. “It sounds like you’re still sore about losing to a child.”

“Not at all. I am merely remarking that your victory required you to sacrifice an entire platoon of men to save one man’s life. Does that not seem rather backwards? Had you simply let me slay him, only one man would have died, and those others would still be alive.”

“Furthermore, you only managed to defeat me when I was focused on my quarry. On your own, you were no match for me. Though I confess you possess some skill. The league of assassins does manage to give most of their recruits basic training.”

Me: looking up 1700′s sayings

Me: what the fuck they’re literally all the sayings we use today only at the time they made sense

like dressed to the nines or a big shot or pull out all the stops or a square meal or dessert

did you know the word dessert comes from the 1700′s century? I didn’t.

#ooc

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