Wake Me Up

Emery Driscoll [ NECROSIS ] Thief, Con Artist, Assassin. Thirty || Rogue || Pansexual Death-Force Manipulation: Mediumship; Death Sense

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“You always were such a spoil sport. Can’t you ever have a little fun Emery?” She sighs dramatically, starting to skip down the road strewn with rubble. “C’mon teammate lets go check out this warzone of a city. Maybe that way you’ll be able to lighten up.” She smirks deviously, glancing over her shoulder at the male. “Fine but when I’m at the top of the food chain with the clown himself and your down here cryin’ your ass off because you didn’t join the A team when I offered don’t come knockin’ on my door babe.”

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“I have fun. I have fun stealing things. I have fun watching crappy tv and going to social events. I have fun at bars. I have fun having sex. I just don’t see the fun in going after a psychotic killer clown.” He shrugged. With a sigh, he followed behind her when she decided to check out the aftermath further. “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m fine down here.” He was only competitive when he needed to be. When it was a matter of his life. Em then suddenly moved up close beside her and leaned toward her ear with a smirk, “We both know I only come knockin’ for one thing.” He always was crude with her. But she was the same way with him. “I wonder, when you’re oh-so high up, will you come knocking down here?” He teased, mocking her somewhat. 

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By some miracle, she’d been outside the blast radius when the bomb went off but she hadn’t stayed there for long, her mind was too caught up in what it meant for her city and her soul burning to help in some way. Feet pounding on the pavement as she ran, Devon couldn’t get closer fast enough. Adrenaline had flooded her system and her heart raced from equal parts the mild exertion she was putting her body through and the panic over how many lives had been lost. Coming to a halt somewhere just within the blast radius, Devon took a look around her, seeing broken, shattered building everywhere, no doubt mimicking the heart of every citizen because her own was breaking for her city. Eyes scanning for any signs of life, the brunette had immediately gone over to help a man she’d spotted emerging from the rubble. Only once she heard him speak she stopped in her tracks, rendered motionless by the memories that flooded back. “Em?” 

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There was one thing he could do as he stood there. He could see the spirits of those that had just died. He could see as they roamed - a more desolate, muted version of the living world though the living were all around still. It was a bit hard for him to explain what it looked like, his ability to perceive and discern the dead. Maybe he shouldn’t have ignored that extra sense of his though. He often turned it off, tuned it all out. Perhaps he might’ve known something was about to happen if he’d bothered to pay more attention. He could have sensed the upcoming deaths of those nearby. But what good would that have done? They all would have died regardless. You can’t cheat death when it comes for you. He turned abruptly upon hearing his name. The sight he was met with left him baffled. “Devon?” His brow furrowed though his eyes remained full of disbelief. Was she dead? Emery blinked rapidly, breaking the trance he’d been in and returning to the world as it was - loud cries and smoke and debris and the smell of blood all around them. “What are you-how?” He could hardly get his thoughts straight. There was a moment he thought that maybe he had died. Or that he’d hit his head far harder than he realized. Was he even conscious? This was beyond surreal.

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how many people have u killed?

“However many I’ve been paid to.”

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Ever been in love?

“No.”

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Whats Kats bra size

“Really?”

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‘ Thinkin’ is overrated, theres nothing like pure chaos. The Joker seems to have that going for him so why the fuck not? ‘ Grin twists crimson stained lips at their corners. Of course she’s the first to decide to team up with the one man who has managed to cause such destruction. She knows her siblings will not disagree with her choice, especially her twin Elizabeth. Hues roll at his decision, of course he’d decide not to join the chaos. ‘ You always were scared of being ambitious Emery, not surprised your not taking the opportunity to do some damage. ‘

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“See, that’s why I don’t play well with others. There are people like...you. And then there’s the people with the do-gooder’s zeal that, frankly, get on my nerves sometimes.” He may not have done things by the book but he wasn’t looking to go completely off-the-rails either. Staying ambiguous - off everyone’s radar so as to not become a target on either side - was in his best interest. “I’m plenty ambitious, Katherine. My ambitions just lie elsewhere. Mostly with wealth.” He liked living comfortably. Okay, more like extravagantly - but not in an obnoxious way. He did so humbly. Flaunting it would only draw attention to himself. “I stay outta the clown’s way, he doesn’t seem to bother me personally. Simple as that.” Perhaps his morals were more askew then he realized, or cared to contemplate. 

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“What can I say? I’m a changed woman.” Now it was her turn to be sarcastic, everyone knew Katherine Dimitrov had never changed in her life, not for anyone. Even her siblings. It was as plain as black and white for her, being evil was in her blood. Nodding in agreement at his batman comment arms fold over her chest as she eyes the taller male. “Death wish, insanity, who cares? I’m sick of this circus act. You never were a team player. I’ll do it on my own then, maybe even become friends with the prick for a laugh. Who knows maybe he’s got some sense behind his spectacles after all.”

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He laughed, truly amused by her sarcastic remark. That’d be the day. He’d known her long enough to have learned how she was. Katherine Dimitrov, a changed woman? “That’s almost as funny as your pitch to go after the Joker. ‘No plan? No problem!’ Really Kat, you gotta think some more before you open that pretty mouth of yours.” There wasn’t a particular reason that Emery was being so antagonistic with her. It must have been the explosion. The inconvenience. The throbbing in his head. And Katherine only added fuel to flame. But then, that’s just how they always seemed to operate together. “No ‘I’ in team and I don’t really see it going well for me so...” He gave her a look and a shrug. It wasn’t like he hadn’t made his stance clear. He’d never wanted anything to do with the ongoing conflict.

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How many guys have you been with? And women?

“What, you want statistics? All you really need to know is that I’ve been with and enjoyed both. It’s less about what and more about who for me.”

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Wince left plump lips as he dabbed her face, rather harshly in her opinion but she kept quiet. Trying to keep some sort of civil air between the two because she knew how fervent they could get. Pearly whites bit her tongue to hold back the spiel of insults that threatened to spill. “Batman was an amateur, with a latex outfit and a cape. This psychopath is a sad old man wearing make up and dying his hair green all we have to do is out think him. Which shouldn’t be hard. Besides he has his unstable mind and I have the power of pain, what more could we want?”

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Emery was understandably on edge in the wake of the bomb. And for him that meant temperamental. Especially upon adding Katherine into the fold. He couldn’t help but take her unusual silence and taunt her with it - as she had done to him for his act of kindness. “Holding back? Now that’s not your style.” She was opinionated and volatile, fierce. He expected more out of her. “Batman was an idiot,” he stated rather matter-of-factly. He hardly had high opinions of costumed heroes. “Out think a psycho? Nah, shouldn’t be too hard. Just remove all logic from the equation. And predictability. So, where do we start?” Em shook his head, chuckling ironically. He wasn’t buying into her reckless behavior. “If you're seriously entertaining this foolish idea then you must have a death wish - or maybe you’re just as nuts as he is.”

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Neutrality.

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I ship you and Devon

“…Uh, what? Who?”

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Dust in the Air | Open

Tommy had arrived in Gotham Square shortly after the explosion happened, but wasn’t quite prepared for the complete carnage that had broken out. Dust and ash filled the air, an civilians were running to and fro, not quite sure where they were going. When he received word of the blast, he sprinted home and pulled on his costume, racing to go and help out anyone he could.

Looking around, it seemed like everyone was in need. He stood calmly and pointed people to the safe zone that had been set up, he felt a little odd being out in the open with his costume, but it also felt kind of right. Especially when he was helping people.

Moving closer to he origin of the blast, he looked around before accidentally bumping into someone, composing himself and standing straight, he went to apologise. As he opened his mouth to speak, he quickly reached up to his cowl and flicked on the voice changer. Relaxing a little, he actually spoke.

“Sorry, I couldn’t really see you- y’know, with all the dust.” He made a note to work on his hero demeanour, as so far, it sucked.

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It wasn’t very often that Emery found himself in the wrong place at the wrong time. At least not in such a spectacularly disastrous way. He was rather good at planning for and avoiding catastrophe He wouldn’t have survived this long otherwise. He prepared for numerous scenarios, thinking of so many factors that could go awry. But he had no way of planning for or predicting a bomb would go off in the square. And so he’d found himself stumbling through piles of wreckage, a bit dazed by the blast.

He blinked when he finally stopped to really taken in the scene around him, forcing his eyes to focus and willing his disoriented mind to catch up. He felt slightly light-headed the longer he was upright but ultimately ignored it, adrenaline still pumping through his veins.

Suddenly something collided with him. His fight or flight instinct had already been in full-force given the situation, so he whirled around, ready to take whatever action necessary despite the staggering of his movements. Em was a bit too shaken up to really make sense of things at the moment. He was rather relieved though, albeit unimpressed, by the sight of the costumed hero before him. 

Emery waved a dismissive hand at the other’s statement. He didn’t hold contempt for hero types, but he also didn’t quite find the appeal in dressing up and running around helping others. Not when the odds continually stacked up against you - by both villains and governing society. Plus, Em was more about self-preservation. No one helped or saved him when he needed it. He did it himself. “Seems to be an off-day for everyone around here,” he mumbled in poor taste. Leave it to Em to make some sort of crude joke in face of something like this.

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I ship you and Katherine

“I like lions and hyenas but I wouldn’t put them together.”

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Hand raised to touch her face, staining slender digits with crimson. She hadn’t realised it before, nor did she care. She was concerned about her sister and brothers. Where were they? Were they alive? Safe even? All these questions running through her mind came to a halt as Emery brought ripped fabric to her face, brow raises. She’s confused the last time they’d seen each other it’d been much different. Neither of them were kind people and together? They were toxic. “Don’t play nurse Emery, we both know thats not your style.” Words had come out more venomous than intended but that was the thing with Katherine despite trying so very hard to be nice she’d always be evil. “Then quit whinging and help me end the bastard. You and I are agreeing on somethin’ for once, might as well take action.”

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So Emery wasn’t the warmest of people, but he wasn’t entirely callous all the time either. It was honestly dependent on circumstance and company, which presently, happened to be someone he clashed with far more often than not. Katherine was difficult, vehement and seemed to bring out the worst in him. Perhaps they brought out the worst in each other with their disagreements. There was no denying the tension between them, even now. He scoffed and rolled his eyes at her dismissal. “Shut up and stand still, Kat.” Em was uncharacteristically trying to help and that was the thanks he got? He kept the cloth pressed to her head, applying more pressure than necessary just to spite her for her remark. “Oh yeah, sure, we should get right on that..” He was of course being sarcastic. “Batman dies trying to take out that clown and the two of us are just gonna swoop in and end him. Just like that. Sorry sweetheart, but I like living.”

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Have you used your power to talk to a deceased loved one before?

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business.”