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SLAYINTM.

i do love me coffee . christ , that accent reminds sam of home . if she wasn’t swimming with adrenaline right now , she’d be a blushing mess . ahh , a wild night and a gorgeous woman who’s willing to play nurse . what more could a slayer want ? sam’s gaze is all dilated pupils and reckless hunger when nic steps back . and she flexes and unflexes her fingers at her side to remain cool . show some respect , you dumbass . she ain’t here to be your eye candy . “ soz , love . it’s … it’s been a wild night . “ no shit , right ? once the nose is set , sam’s gonna splash cold water on her face until the personality shift subsides .

speaking of the nose . sam braces herself for the crack then giggles in response to it , as another shot of adrenaline courses through her veins . “ me ? i’m fucking fantastic , pet . “ time to nudge past her companion and twist the cold tap on . sam cups her hands under the faucet then begins splashing the liquid against her skin . it soothes some of the heat , at least . “ give us a chance . i’ll take you for the best coffee you’ve ever had . “ oh sam , no .

“ guarantee y’ do that more than I do, ” nic remarks. wild night. hah. does sam even know the half of it ? how did I go from minding my own business to this ? she thinks to herself with a smirk. her gaze follows the other to the sink, waiting until her back is turned to rub a hand over her forehead. the giggle rings in her ear, brows furrowing with concern. it’s such a bizarre turn of events that she simply feels like packing up and going home. I’m off to bed. however, something keeps her rooted in place.

the offer catches her off-guard, undeniably, though her wit’s swifter. “ I’m from the militareh. my standards f’ coffee are very low. doubt it’ll take much t’ top it. ” she approaches the sink beside the other and begins washing off the blood that had gotten onto her hands. “ that and I’m not sure I want you around any caffeine. ”

#rps #slayintm #main verse.

HANDSIGNED.

HOPE COUNTY IS A DIFFERENT KIND OF WAR ZONE THAN THE ONE ROOK HAD BEEN TOSSED INTO ON HER TOUR, but it still curbs the urge to fight that rushes through her veins every time she dares to let herself relax. it’s something she suspects nic understands; they’re one and the same, the two of them. fresh out of one conflict and jumping back into another, but where the medic has a reason to fight, rook DOESN’T – not really. she doesn’t have personal stakes in hope county. while she’s gotten to know the people who live here and genuinely wants to help them, at the end of the day, being a deputy is her JOB. the circumstances here are not normal, but that’s the sole reasoning behind most of the things she does. she chews on her bottom lip, pensive. it’s not something she says out-loud, not wanting to seem SELFISH or UNCARING but she fears that the others see things in her that she just doesn’t have. “ you as well, “ she says, unable to accept nic’s praise easily, even when it does warm her cheeks. “ the work you do isn’t easy – i sure as hell couldn’t do it. everyone here appreciates your help. “

everyone here appreciates your help. her smile tightens, tongue pressing against the backs of her teeth, it’s not praise she struggles with - but rather, the constant disappointment that she could be doing more. it’s a flaw that’s followed her through her years in the military, ever since the incident. if I had done this, that wouldn’t have happened. if I’d have been quicker, they wouldn’t have died. if only I’d have known. paid attention. pushed that little bit harder. she’d been told it was related to her ptsd; her mind a turbulent maze, constantly searching for a way out, reassurance, justification. survivors guilt, consuming her from the inside out. everyone here appreciates her help, meanwhile, her brothers out there somewhere - rotting in a fucking cage. it’s not good enough.

“ just doin’ what I can, ” she shrugs, pleasant tone now like a smeared painting. a lack of energy riddled within it. “ thing about bein’ a medic is - y’ learn t’ make do with what you’ve got as best y’ can. ” it might not be easy, but lives are at stake. difficulty seems to disappear by that stage. your sole purpose becomes keeping them breathing, no matter what. “ ‘ow long you been in the counteh for then ? ”

#rps #handsigned #far cry 5 verse.

SURVIVEDEMPATHY.

THAT CRACKS A BIT OF A GRIN, barely there, the quickest twitch of his mouth at her words. He knows people are WARY around him, he doesn’t blame them. He’s gained an idea of how the bliss works and being CLOSELY INTERLINKED with Faith isn’t something good. But it’s not like he can do anything, he’ll be on his arse before he can even do any damage to anyone if Faith were to try to control him.

Perhaps his SHITTY HEALTH is a blessing in disguise, and he never thought he’d think of it that way.

“Ach, I’ve had m’ fair share TROUBLE,” he shrugs, and but would much rather not elaborate on exactly what. “Mostly ‘cause I care t’ much. Wanna help everyone. Don’t really think before I act when it comes t’ that.” He doesn’t miss the CURIOSITY in her voice, his head nodding in response. “Aye, Detective Inspector, specifically. Was called in from across the pond after having solved a fairly prolific case.” He confirms, giving the super short version that really doesn’t cut it, instinctively patting at his empty pockets out of HABIT to pull out his badge.

He lets his hand drop, coming up empty. “Always hated paperwork,” he agrees, “mostly waitin’ f’r EVERYONE else t’ finish off on it so I could sign it all.” There’s a bit of growing humor in his voice. A certain fondness.

the quickest twitch, perhaps, but she picks up on it anyway. trained eyes, attentive to even the most minuscule of details. when he brings up caring too much, nic finds herself relating to his words more than she’d like to. however, the military teaches you that you can’t save everyone. no matter the effort and time you put in. “ then it’d seem you an’ I ‘ave somethin’ in common, detective, ” she states, arching a brow as she tilts her head back. amusement shrouds the pit of anxiety in her stomach. “ think I’d rather be around someone that cares too much than too little though, eh ? ” she’s met people like that. commanding officers seemingly wholly apathetic. detached - and she can understand it. in a job where you have to make the kinds of decisions they do, that she does, sometimes it’s better to not be emotionally involved. that doesn’t make it easier, though.

“ I see. so you’re the bloke waitin’ on everyone else ? ” both brows rise this time, a vague tease of his words as she hums. “ sound a bit like my captain, ” don’t misunderstand. the man could be a child when he wanted to but more often than not he made a point of waiting on the others in her team. her mind drifts to her previous point, about caring too little. “ sometimes y’ . . . have to ‘ave a bit of fun, don’t ya ? go stir crazy, otherwise. ” the image of young girls in explosive vests haunts her, pregnant women crossing the line between life and death. the things she’s seen, without the ability to distract herself, she’d never escape them. “ sounds t’ me like there’s a certain someone makin’ your job difficult. y’ mentioned a miller ? ”

#survivedempathy #far cry 5 verse.#rps

WONTROT.

He was on a supply run with a few others from Jackson. Traveling out farther than they had first planned. Miles wanted to know if there was anything else to scavenge while the others agreed with him. It was a silly idea but, they didn’t all want to go back empty handed. The look on Tommy’s face would kill every point he gained, so Miles refused to return without something to prove that they did their very best. Yet, that meant being away for longer than planned as well. He knows there’s a scolding coming from a certain person, a promise that she wouldn’t be too happy over this. Nevertheless, he moves with his group, equipped with a pistol and a bow with a dozen arrows. They agreed to split for a few moments to cover more ground faster. There’s an odd number of them, so Miles offered to break by himself. He felt experienced enough that. ❝ Meet up in twenty. If I’m not back, go without me. ❞ It’s a joke, as he smirks. He always makes it back.

He’s moving quietly yet casually through the building, keeping his pistol lose to him with the safety off. And that’s when he hears it, the mumbling of solider jargon in a quiet whisper. There’s a small ping of fear that boils in his stomach. His body stiffens, leaning back against the wall as he listens. But there’s only one of them. He could take him out quickly, unnoticed. He quietly pulls the silencer out of his bag that he once nicked off a hunter aways back. With a quick move, he fires. The bullet flying straight into the back of his head and right out the front. So much for making it look like a suicide, he thinks walking over to the body and searching it for anything he could find useful. He moves back up toward the main hall when he hears more of them.

Miles shuts himself off into the darkness, listening closely. They weren’t expecting to receive the full force of a rogue solider, huh? He waits, waits, listening to her slow movements to turn the corner. That’s when he acts, the element of surprise. His hand over her mouth as his other holds his loaded, silenced weapon to her head. ❝ Do you want to die, captain? Do you want to return home? Then you’ll shut up and corroborate. If not, you and your boys will die. ❞

the moment she hears them speak she ceases her struggle. it’s not an infected. a weight lifted, however, panic still races down her spine and causes her to tense. these days, humans were to be feared more than the dead, her heart thundering - adrenaline coursing through her. it’s not the threat to her own life that has her halting, but the threat to her team. not again, she thinks. she’s not losing another team.

the radio on her pack strap crackles, mcclyde’s voice rumbling through. can’t see you cap, you good ? “ they’re gonna come lookin’ f’ me, ” she states through gritted teeth. the idea of risking her life to let them know of the straggler’s presence passes over her, acknowledging that they may very well kill her before she gets out the first word. “ if I don’t respond, they’ll know somethin’s up, ” nic struggles, having lost her footing when she was grabbed. she knows how to disarm someone, knows how to escape the suffocating grasp but she just can’t risk it.

“ why a’ you doin’ this ? y’ don’t have to. you can let me go and we’ll talk about it. I can give you whatever you need. y’ can come back t’ the safe zone with us. y’ don’t have t’ do this, ” shut up and corroborate, his words repeat through her mind. talking’s saved her life countless times before, she has faith in it. despite how muffled her voice sounds against his hand, she tries urgently to appeal to his better nature. times have changed, but even nikki can see when fighting back won’t help a damn thing.

#wontrot #rps #the last of us verse.

SKIESKING.

“Most people can tell it’s me in the air. Like t’ think it’s my distinctive style. Probably ‘cause I’ve got the only bright yellow plane around here, actually, but same difference. Although it’s not always helpful being so recognizable, now that I’m thinking it over.” Much as he liked to throw ‘round benefit of the doubt, Nick couldn’t blame the newcomer for being cautious. It seemed like years ( almost a decade now ) since anyone felt safe in Hope County. If someone hadn’t been taken by the cult, they’d probably already had to deal with the more trigger-happy locals, and he couldn’t imagine it being any different for her. Still, he can at least offer some company that isn’t either of the two if nothing else.

most people. the corner of her lip quirks upwards. he makes it sound like he’s some kind of local legend, and judging by the way he drives that plane - it comes as little surprise. “ it’s distinctive, alright, ” she agrees, shifting her weight. “ guessin’ the not-so-good guys are better at recognizin’ y’ ? ” it’s a mighty shame to think these people aren’t able to live their lives to the full extent because there’s always the overshadowing threat of being shot down or attacked.

“ ‘ow long ‘ave they been here ? ” there’s little she knows about the group that took the primary. in fact, everyone seems to know different amounts, some having been closer to the cult than others, others having been here longer than some. any information is useful - as long as it’s genuine, she thinks.

#skiesking #rps #far cry 5 verse.#hi i also ly and ur nick

MULTASCRIPTURAE.

it is the 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐓 that makes him who he is , the practice hard - wired into his dna , as they say . for as far back as his father can remember , cohens have come at the beck & call of the maladied . ( from plague doctors to brain surgeons ! ) acting as 𝚄𝙽𝙲𝙻𝙴 𝚂𝙰𝙼'𝚂 son & bodyguard —— that is borne from a desire wholly his own . good for the sake of being good , as someone once described , though he , self - effacing , can’t help denying praise come his way . as he sees it , people need his help everywhere , & the skills he needs are sorely needed in parts of the world the general population takes precautions to avoid .

this isn’t to say the work is effortless & the journey it takes to get here facile —— it’s undoubtedly the opposite , meant only for the most UNDAUNTED men & women . he takes comfort in knowing he isn’t the only one with ache in his arms & fatigue in his shoulders . on the contrary , every boot at the table belongs to a world - weary medical practitioner .

among them , a woman , not much younger than he , who in her royal army uniform , falls victim to so difficult a foe : exhaustion .

❝ yeah , sorry , ❞ he laughs , ❝ i was just askin’ if you could hand me that water bottle next to ya . ❞

the medic blinks, lips parting and then sealing as she turns to look at the bottle the bloke’s on about. she gives a nod, forcing a warm smile as she lifts and passes it to him. “ ‘course ! here ya go. ” there’s no denying she’s a little flushed, although no one likes being caught zoning out. especially not nikki. she prides herself on her focus and alertness. to be found without it is like being under fire without a helmet.

humming, a hand runs down her face as she tries to physically remove the weariness from her features. “ ‘ow’s it goin’ ? you doin’ alright ? ” when in doubt, talk. a distraction - no doubt for herself more than the other. conversation keeps her steady, silence not deafening but gut-wrenching. silence reminds her. the sickening stink of burning flesh. the crackling of fire her only company. loss. alone. she clears her throat, reapplying her smile, concerned that it’d crumbled from a split second. “ strangeleh nice ‘avin’ the companeh of other medics. ”

#multascripturae #rps #main verse.

SLAYINTM.

she’s hardly a stranger to bloody , painful wounds . her nose is broken , and there’s a gash across a high cheekbone . honestly , she looks like she’s been in a drunken bar fight . she’s had much worse , though . like the time a demon stabbed her in the abdomen , or the time a vampire actually managed to chow down before she staked it . flesh wounds and broken cartilage ? no big deal . though , she’s not gonna argue against being cleaned up and checked over by a pretty medic .

“ how would you prefer to meet ? “ the confidence of a successful slay is swimming through sam’s veins . it takes every bit of willpower to keep flirtation minimal , just out of respect . sam knows she’s under the influence . wouldn’t be so mouthy otherwise . “ i’d argue that this … “ chin is lifted and skull tipped back . sam focuses on the mirror behind her companion’s head . “ … is more fun than colliding at a local coffee dive . “

pause . sam furrows her brow .

“ y’fancy re-setting my nose ? it’ll heal by tonight , so … “ gotta make sure it heals properly , right ?

nic’s not blind to the confidence radiating from the other, but she’s resilient to it. being a female soldier is no mean feat, especially when you spend your days surrounded by rootless men. trust that she’s experienced worse. nevertheless, she gives a humoured huff and rolls her eyes. “ can’t say I agree with that. I do love me coffee. ” despite being the adrenaline junkie she is, nic’s got a healthy respect for the calm and easy-going lifestyle. something she prefers to savour when it’s offered to her. upon her company’s request, she takes a step back - placing the tissue beside the sink as she gazes in wonder. it’ll heal by tonight. “ just who on earth are ya ? actualleh, y' know what ? on second thought, think I’m better off not knowin’. ”

a hand rises, hesitating for a moment, debating whether it’s the right thing to do before maneuvering it into position. “ alright. on the count of three, yeah ? three. ” without another second delayed, she resets it, the sound that follows prompting her to grit her teeth to keep from grimacing. “ shit. think that got the job done. you alright ? ”

#slayintm #rps #main verse.

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there’s an air about her, irritation mostly because the pathway she’d been needing to use was blocked off. no explanation. just a bunch of local plod blocking the way with their crossed arms and squared shoulders. accepting defeat, she attempts to find another way around when the unmistakable sound of gunshots can be heard in the direction of where she’d just come from. shouting follows, civvies in a state of panic and excitement and her vision begins to blur. fight or flight plays no part, take cover an order programmed into her as she sprints into a nearby alley and ducks behind a large dustbin. adrenaline courses through her, hands shaking as she attempts to regain her train of thought, mind racing. ironically, it’s not the gunshots that spooked her, but the chaotic noise that came after. shouting, screaming - she finds it stressful. a trigger for the overwhelming worry that overtakes her. especially when it's unexpected.

deep breath in, deep breath out, she goes to push herself up and away from the stinking trash when something moves behind her. skittish, she staggers back against the bin, hands instinctively searching for something to grab onto as she tries to see what’s happening. it's a . . . body ? they’re moving. making sounds, actually, and at the sight of blood she races over to them - before even getting a look at their face. “ oh god, hey ! can y' hear me ? are you injured mate ? ” / @rvennt / starter call.

#rvennt #rps #eyes on ; ( starter. )#marvel verse.#flips #i hope this is okay !

she doesn’t know what’s harder to believe. that the woman at her side just took on what she claims to be an actual demon, or that this woman is capable of taking damage. some crazy shit like that and you’d surely think she’d be invincible. nevertheless, she had been swift to notice the blood dripping from the other’s nose, not to mention the wounds littering her features. nic had dragged her into the nearest bar, making the odd comment about a fight outside in an attempt to suffocate suspicion as they entered the toilets. snatching a few pieces of tissue paper, she wets them at the taps, gesturing for the other to come over. despite any objection, nic firmly grips her shoulder and starts dabbing the tissue at the cuts, tilting her company’s head back to wipe away the blood from her nose. “ need t’ stop meetin’ like this. ” / @slayintm / starter call.

#slayintm #rps #eyes on ; ( starter. )#yells #main verse.#im pretending they've met before ok

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to a degree, joint exercises feel like secondary school all over again. and the sentiment is agreeably similar, albeit not life threatening. pull your weight or everyone gets thrown in the shitter. regardless of their safety, nikki amps herself up nonetheless, adrenaline pushing her on. it’s paramount that she, above all others, keeps up the moral. if health deteriorates, that’s on her and so she keeps her head down - war is war, exercise or not it counts as deployment. she’s been assigned to a group, every face within it unknown to her. however, unlike your average introvert, nic’s nerves push her out of her shell. they stick fairly close, some taking point, others covering the group’s six but she becomes aware of one of the members at her side and gives her a warm smile. “ ‘ow long you been in the militareh for then ? ” / @winebleeds / starter call.

#winebleeds #rps #eyes on ; ( starter. )#main verse.#there we go