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as my last reblog said, i’ve dropped from the group. feel free to unfollow this blog! i’ll probably revamp it in the future or something or go indie once i’m not exhausted. no idea at this point.
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i realized i'm going to need more time than a hiatus allows, so i'm dropping bad girl (house 110) and jeane (condo 418) from no more heroes. i apologize to those i was threading with.
Both have been dropped!
– ⋆ betelgeuse
s i g n a l. (nmhforever.)
bateleurtuxe:
he knew that just yelling directions at her would eventually be the end of both of them, especially if one that he couldn’t see decided to invade because of the noise as well. charging into a sprint, he dashed at a high speed towards the creature, who was still focused on the human. he kicked off a broken stone platform to leap up on its back, claws bared, and jabbed them into its shoulder before jumping off.
”over here, dummy!! this way!!!”
he started to lead the beast back toward the hole he had been hiding in, in an attempt to isolate the creature in a location where the human would, hopefully, has a closed enough space to not miss a hit. or until she ran off, either one. judging from how she grabbed the sign immediately, he had a feeling she was the type to go in sword-drawn and banner-flying.
There wasn’t a feeling she could name seeing a cat talk and try to fight this unseen creature at the same time. Surprise, maybe? Shock? She was also wondering if it just called her a dummy of all things or was calling to the creature, but she left that thought to her tired mind.
A fight is there ahead of her, and she isn’t going to run away no matter how badly she feels like laying down in the inches of water and curling up. Weapons training is a foreign concept, but she knows enough from watching movies and playing games that anything like the sign could do enough damage if it landed the right hit.
Tightening her grip, she swings the side of the sign itself into where the creature should be. It hits something with a crunch and she hears an unfamiliar cry from it. Did she wound it? Not wanting to wait, she swings the pole around in her hands and jabs it forward for a quick stab to the creature.
gracefieldorphan:
Emma had not yet figured out the nature of the event. Or that it was even an event at all. To her, all she knew was that people were dead. And someone she knew could very well may be among the pile of corpses she keeps seeing.
Even so, the calm words of this stranger seem to calm her down.
“Can’t you see it…? They’re all– dead… Every single one of them…!!!”
She doesn’t want to be unkind to her, however different their visions of the same city are. Looking beyond her, she tries to imagine where the corpses might be. The same places where she sees hazards, maybe? Not about to launch into how it might all be harmless, she offers the child her hand.
“Come on. Let’s get out of here, okay? I can explain when we get somewhere safe.”
There was also the monsters to think of, and she wasn’t looking forward to fighting them with a child around.
madetodoevil:
If one were to ask Rosemaster what exactly has her captivated by the other woman, she wouldn’t know how to answer. Perhaps she simply recognizes beauty when she sees it - even when it’s wearing an odd mask over its face.
“Ah, yes,” she says. “A creature that’s related to a horse. Of course.”
“And I certainly know what that is,” she says, smugly.
Spoiler: she does not.
“Of course you do.” Though if you were able to see Jeane’s face under her mask, her expression would be one of disbelief and amusement. Mostly amusement.
“Have you ridden one before?” She mostly wants to see what she says and how long she keeps it up. A smaller part of her thinks it’s cute that something like a horse is so uncommon to her. “I hear it takes a lot of talent to ride one so well, since they’re so strong.”
anglerfishnabe:
Does he? No. Of course not. He’s not really afraid of the reaction either though.
“ No… It doesn’t really matter to me what you think about it “, he says, very as-the-matter-of-factly.
“ But normally people do… And if you know and won’t warn anyone, isn’t that a little ‘weird’ too? “
After all if someone knows of a crime and doesn’t tell they’re ‘withholding information’. Hyakunosuke doesn’t know of the dream after all, so he’s a little intrigued.
“ Why…? “
He looks down, thoughtfully.
“ She says she wants to see father… But father won’t come… He’s got his own family. Grandma told me. “
And he doesn’t care of his mother anyway. He would have come if he did. It can’t really be helped.
“ He might come to the funeral. “
“Good. I’d be more worried if you did care what I thought.” She’s no one here, after all. Why should she have say in this, as awful as it seemed?
“Maybe. Even if you’re a child right now, this seemed like it was for the best, didn’t it? To get your father to come, to get your mother to stop. It’s a child’s thinking that ends it because adults won’t intervene.” She leans her elbows on the table to watch him. “I wouldn’t blame you completely, though I probably should. Your mother was in pain because of your father and you just wanted it all to stop, right? I wanted the same for my own mother once.”
Waking up from an impromptu nap, she could already tell something was different. Not in a “the kitchen trash is full and it’s your turn” way, but in an actually important and “actually it’s not my turn after all” way. Either way, someone has decided to make her day with a skateboard of all things.
Testing it outside, it’s just like when she was a teenager in Destroy. Just with less scraped knees and falling on the scorching hot blacktop. Though, when taking it to the streets, she finds something else has been gifted to her. A simple push to get her faster winds up with her moving faster than the light that she had just seen. She’s nearly in the next district when she’s able to stop, she feels just a little out of touch with an ability she hasn’t had in months. Still, it’s a start. It’s something.
DWARF -> SUBGIANT
s i g n a l. (nmhforever.)
@nmhforever.
of course there was a downside to being here. why wouldn’t there be? why would anything be happy and normal for once in life?
the other day, right in the middle of people living their lives, the monsters showed up. the city’s structure and appearance changed drastically over the span of minutes, and though most inhabitants were fearful and confused, and rightfully so, some inhabitants weren’t as much. some were even quick to act, ready for combat, as if something like this happened before.
so was this a normal thing here? morgana had several questions about that, especially since the way he envisioned this apocalyptic world looked…entirely too familiar for comfort.
he found out the hard way that somehow, some of these beasts were invisible. luckily, zorro was able to replenish his health, but not much. morgana had been forced to hide for the next day, recovering. the good thing about being small was that it was easy for him to find a place to hide in plain sight, while still being able to see around him. a small opening in between collapsed bricks served as his fort, and he was not eager to leave it as long as this was happening. he could only heal, he had no method of fighting back or even defending. and his friends were out there, he hasn’t seen a single one, so the cat was writhing with anxiety.
however much he didn’t want to draw attention to himself, a movement caught his eye. there was a woman close by, searching through the wreckage, but she seemed completely oblivious to the beast hurdling toward her. did she not see it? were they only invisible to particular people…? he had to act quick. he stuck his head out from the hole.
”behind you!!!! monster at seven o’clock!!!!”
This area seemed quiet. She hadn’t seen people in what seemed like days when it reality it had been hours. With the recent pocket of radiation she had encountered, she had to be vigilant. All she wanted to do was lay down and let the radiation poisoning take over her like it would a normal person. Yet, she kept herself up. She hydrated and ate what she could find when she could find anything at all. There were so many people, so of course they were taking food first. Not that it mattered. Her body just refused to keep it down this time.
So she found herself kneeling in the rubble of what she thought was previously a bodega. She would give for anything that she could just drink and keep down. One of those food groups that were prime for people constantly heaving, even. Just her luck, it was peanuts. A tin of peanuts, to be exact.
“Shit.” She hastily opens it and nearly chokes on the peanut she had just popped into her mouth when she hears a voice yelling somewhere behind her. Was she so out of it she didn’t notice another person so close-by?
She’s grateful at least, moving out of the way in time for whatever creature to knock into the rubble and crush it to dust underneath its feet. If it had feet. Jeane shakes her head of the thought and reaches for the nearby street sign she had spotted earlier. Its base was softened from all the water damage in her version of the city and came up easily, even in her slightly sickened state. Taking a breath, she charges forward, swinging the sign at where she thought the creature had been last.
@nmhforever || event s.c
Too wide eyes are filling up the windows of a nearby home. There’s five or six people in there, they think pressed up to the windows with faces and palms against the glass. It’s uncomfortable at best, and disturbing at worst, so Amalie is stuck staring, tilting her head and wondering nervously if someone in there has a camera. Oftentimes, at least at home, there is one, and Amalie is left wondering what unflattering image has been hidden away for safekeeping.
Stock still, Amalie is quite aware that there are other people on the street who have stopped and turned to stare. Fidgeting, she ends up glaring at a fellow across the street, expression a snarl and bright eyes feeling a little bit watery in this moment.
Spotting someone else who doesn’t seem so enraptured, Amalie slowly, carefully, inches over, still watching the individual across the street while they continue to stare.
“Do you see that man across the street?” Amalie speaks lowly, hands folded and eyes narrowed. “I can’t tell if he’s been following me.”
It takes her a minute to register who they were talking about. She didn’t happen to see anyone nearby, and at first she worried the person was hiding from them both, especially now that she had taken notice. Gripping the metal pole she was carrying tighter, she narrows her eyes at the windows across from them. Nothing revealed itself after a minute and realization hit her. “Oh. I’m sorry, I can’t see anyone over there. At least, I can’t see the man you’re talking about.”
There wasn’t anyone around for what felt like miles, though she had met other people in the city still after their vision of it had changed. It was enough to drive someone crazy with differing visions of the same damn direction, of all things. Not seeing the same beings, or people, or destruction. They were so alone in this, despite the irony of being right next to each other.
“Did he... do anything? Say anything? I think I encountered something similar, but it wasn’t a man. The person I was with couldn’t see it either, like now.” She hadn’t thought anyone would see people as these... things, but it made sense didn’t it? People could be absolutely terrifying.
♛ — Does your muse believe in luck? What about fate?
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She believes in a certain amount of luck. Sometimes, luck can happen whether you’re wishing for it or not. If it works out, good. She’s certainly had a lot of lucky breaks in times that were hopeless for her.
With fate, she doesn’t believe in it as much as she believes in following what you were programmed to do and reaching the limits of that. There is something they programmed or made you for, and whether or not it’s clear, you’ll eventually fulfill it by yourself or through other means, like a writer or retcons. Sometimes it’s a cycle. Sometimes you reach the same limit over and over and are expected to be happy with it. If you can manage to move past that at all, you’ll be free from your limits and programming. For some, it’s more clear cut than others.
‘ never underestimate yourself. but also do not overestimate yourself, that’s bad too. ’
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“I mean, one sounds a little better than the other. You know?”
“Applying it to training, overestimating gets you hurt and then underestimating makes you accomplish more sometimes. But outside of that, thinking and acting stronger than you are is good. It’s like... confidence being faked, in a way. I think some of us might need it. But I also think you’re a little guilty of that too, aren’t you?”
INTERVIEW THE MUSE
“Let’s just get this over with...”
► ARE YOU SINGLE? ➭ Yes. And? ► ARE YOU HAPPY? ➭ It’s called depression. But I mean, I guess I am more often these days? When I’m not being forced into anything like an apocalypse scenario. ► ARE YOU ANGRY? ➭ Maybe. Maybe not. Why is that important? Can’t a girl be a little angry? ► ARE YOUR PARENTS STILL MARRIED? ➭ They never were in the first place. Small miracles, I guess.
NINE FACTS.
► BIRTH PLACE ➭ Santa Destroy, California. ► HAIR COLOR ➭ Platinum blonde? White? Blonde? I like the first two better, personally. ► EYE COLOR ➭ Red. ► BIRTHDAY ➭ January 18th. ► MOOD ➭ Tired, but mostly down. Calm? ► GENDER ➭ I’m... Sometimes a girl? Sometimes not? I’ll get back to you when this isn’t just a meme. ► SUMMER OR WINTER ➭ Summer. The sunsets are the best during that time, and it feels like the days last forever. The beach is always open and there’s way more to do at night. Even if the days are hot, at least there’s a ton more sunglasses options. ► MORNING OR AFTERNOON ➭ Mornings. Early mornings are valuable training time, duh.
EIGHT QUESTIONS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE.
► ARE YOU IN LOVE? ➭ Ha. ► DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT? ➭ That doesn’t exist. What are you, a child? ► WHO ENDED YOUR LAST RELATIONSHIP? ➭ She did? She did. Yeah. If you can call it that. ► HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN SOMEONE’S HEART? ➭ Do you mean literally or figuratively? I’ve probably done the most obvious one. ► ARE YOU AFRAID OF COMMITMENTS? ➭ I mean, I don’t think I am. I just haven’t thought about it in a while. ► HAVE YOU HUGGED SOMEONE WITHIN THE LAST WEEK? ➭ Sure. Not in a romantic way, though. ► HAVE YOU EVER HAD A SECRET ADMIRER? ➭ You mean people who break into the place where you’re couch surfing and monologue about how they’re going to kill you so they can take your rank? And it’s like, romantic to them because they’re a deranged man and you’re a woman, even though you’re gay? Yeah, sure. ► HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN YOUR OWN HEART? ➭ It’s too big to break.
SIX CHOICES.
► LOVE OR LUST ➭ I don’t mind either. I don’t think one is better than the other or anything like that, but they’re pretty equal depending on the situation and person. ► LEMONADE OR ICED TEA ➭ Both. The ones infused with other fruit, or even like, tea lemonade? That’s what’s up. ► CATS OR DOGS ➭ I do like dogs, but I haven’t really had the chance to pet a cat or be around one before. They look cute, though. ► A FEW BEST FRIENDS OR MANY REGULAR FRIENDS ➭ It’s a little tiring keeping up with so many people, but I probably gravitate towards the few best friends. ► WILD NIGHT OUT OR ROMANTIC NIGHT IN ➭ A wild night out. If I really wanted to, I could do both, but I’m not a boomer or whatever so why waste time just staying in all the time? ► DAY OR NIGHT ➭ Both, but you can’t get sunburned at night. And night is when all the fun fights happen. There’s no daytime fight club unless you’re into masked wrestling.
FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS.
► BEEN CAUGHT SNEAKING OUT ➭ A few times, unfortunately. I made sure I wasn’t caught ever again. ► FALLEN DOWN/UP THE STAIRS ➭ Tripping up them when I was in a hurry, sure. That or I stepped too hard and my foot went through the steps, so I fell. ► WANTED SOMETHING/SOMEONE SO BADLY IT HURT? ➭ Wanting someone to suffer so badly it hurt? Sure. ► WANTED TO DISAPPEAR ➭ Plenty of times. But sometimes, your programming and piss poor plot has other ideas.
FOUR PREFERENCES.
► SMILE OR EYES ➭ Eyes. They’re generally more truthful than smiles. Smiles you can practice to make mean whatever you want, but it takes a special talent to do that with your eyes constantly. ► SHORTER OR TALLER ➭ Taller. Short girls are cute, though. ► INTELLIGENCE OR ATTRACTION ➭ Both? Why is it one or the other? ► HOOK-UP OR RELATIONSHIP ➭ I don’t really mind either one currently, as long as it’s stable.
FAMILY.
► DO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY GET ALONG ➭ Henry and I did, or do?, plenty. I wouldn’t mind seeing him again and catching up. He’s pretty level-headed. With Travis, it’s different. I’m not sure. There’s too many variables and too much up in the air. My mom’s dead, so I guess it makes that easy. ► WOULD YOU SAY YOU HAVE A “MESSED UP LIFE” ➭ If you call a life that was basically made for a shock value plot twist that wasn’t dwelt upon eleven years later even “messed up,” then yes. But I feel, it’s disturbingly and sadly pretty normal. These things happen more often than people want to admit without throwing assassins or superpowers into the mix. ► HAVE YOU EVER RAN AWAY FROM HOME ➭ During the period I was... “taken in” by my sperm donor, I didn’t really have a home. I ran away from a place that was anything but that and I didn’t look back. ► HAVE YOU EVER GOTTEN KICKED OUT ➭ The closest was being asked not to come back by people I was couch surfing with, but I understand them being weirded out by all the people trying to break in to get at me during the time.
FRIENDS.
► DO YOU SECRETLY HATE ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS ➭ Oh, that’s funny. Also pretty passive aggressive wouldn’t you say? Personally, if I was just using someone to get something or using their status I suppose, I wouldn't consider them a friend. ► DO YOU CONSIDER ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS GOOD FRIENDS ➭ I’d like to think so, though I can’t speak for them about me. ► WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND ➭ I don’t really think I have one right now. And if I did consider a certain person to be, I wouldn’t want to pressure them into being friends with someone older than them. ► WHO KNOWS EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU ➭ Absolutely no one. Not my creator, not my writer. There’s so much not talked about and unexplored even after I’m not broken down to an “evil bitch” anymore. But isn’t that exciting? Just existing now gives me so many possibilities, and so many ways to change what’s already known.
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*MUSE SURVEY: BATTLE EDITION
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DOES YOUR MUSE, WHILE FIGHTING …
fight honorably / fight dirty / prefer close-quarters / prefer range / chat during / go silent / low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance / attack in bursts / attack steadily / go for the kill / aim to disarm / fight defensively / strike first / provoke easily / provoke their opponent / tease / get visibly frustrated / shout while attacking / use strategy / focus on their battle / experience conflicting thoughts during battle / rush in recklessly / try to read their opponent before fighting / fight wildly / fight calmly or apathetically / fight with anger / fight with excitement / fight because they have to / fight because they want to / fight without regard to wounds / run away when wounded / hide wounds / take a blow to protect another / prefer a blade / prefer a gun / prefer a bow / prefer a shield / prefer a spear naginata / prefer a personalized weapon / prefer magic or spells / prefer brawling / their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional / transform for battle / fight as they appear / rely on strength / rely on speed / use everything they have / hide their full potential / exhaust quickly / high stamina / doubt their strength / proceed with caution / behave arrogantly / brag after landing a hit / belittle their abilities / use psychological tactics / use brute strength / avoid civilians / strike down civilians / damage surroundings / avoid damaging surroundings / signature fighting style / making it up as they go / mastered skillset / learning their skillset / fancy footwork / sloppy footwork / messy fighter / elegant fighter / accept defeat / refuse defeat / beg for mercy / compliment their opponent / insult their opponent / use unnecessary movements ( flips, twirls ) / move efficiently / barely move / prefer to dodge / prefer to block / defend their blindside / has no blindside / use all available advantages ( ex; use a gun but also throw punches, kick out while blades clash, etc. ) / strictly use one main method / play around / hold back / fight ruthlessly / show mercy / wait for opponent to be ready / strike when opponent isn’t ready / fear death / fear pain / fear killing / has PTSD / avoid fighting / has lost a fight / has won a fight / has killed / refuses to kill / want to die standing / would succumb slowly.
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@lordspeaker paused ∣∣ for an event starter!
“Move. Move! Hey, move!”
She was coming up fast on a stranger unfortunately in her running path. Unfortunate for them both, the reason she was running happened to be a static crocodile. Grunting, she picks up a soggy lump of concrete as she passes by it and heaves it at the static creature before nearly slamming into his shoulder as she tries to get by.
“Sorry! Sorry!” Considering the circumstances, he shouldn’t care about a shove, but who knew with how people acted here? Picking up an iron rod already starting to rust, she throws it as you would a spear, hoping it hit the creature from the noises it makes. She’s already searching for something else to throw instead of finding out.
“You should probably, um, get out of here?” Most people did. “Or just go!” She was far too panicked to actually suggest he help her. He probably had people he cared about to save, places to not die. Her fingers sink into muck as she tries to pull out a heaver piece of rubble to throw.
@blazinghell paused ∣∣ for an event starter!
There was a sense in calmness in being reunited with one of her newest friends during a so-called apocalypse. So far, they hadn’t been attacked or attracted anyone who was using the event as an excuse to act upon violence. Even just thinking about it was a way to jinx themselves, but she’d worry about that later. Perhaps when their so-called gods weren’t feeling so merciful and decided a little action was needed.
Back in the present, she leans on the street sign she had taken from her vision of the island. Twisted and rusted from the water, it still holds her weight as she applies sunblock to her peeling nose for what feels like the tenth time. She could only imagine what it looked like to Ann. A tree branch maybe? An iron rod? Maybe even a normal street sign she could have plucked from the ground in more normal circumstances.
“So. I think we may need to do a supply run.” She hated saying it like that. It felt like something someone in a survival horror game would say. But still, they needed supplies. Food, non-irradiated water, more sunblock. Just things to hold them over until they blinked or looked away and the world returned to normal again. “See anywhere that’d be good for it?”
@nmhforever
Running as fast as she could. Crying.
She skillfully evaded obstacles like falling rubble, and what she perceived to be the corpses of children- with gymnastic skill that shouldn’t have been capable of someone her age.
When she saw another person, she stopped- trying not to cry to the point where she couldn’t be understood.
“You have to run! It’s not safe!!”
There’s no use in asking what’s wrong in this situation. Having looked around again after hearing a noise, her field of view has transformed yet again. As much as she would like to see what Emma does so she can understand her, she knows it’s futile. From what she saw from afar, there wasn’t much in her own vision that she could be dodging besides irradiated water, more minor whirlpools and the odd, rusted rubble.
Still, she places a hand on the younger girl’s shoulder and tries to calm her down. “It’s okay. Tell me what you saw, and we’ll run together, okay? I won’t leave you behind.”
blazinghell:
It’s not that Ann was holding back, keeping it a secret. It’s nothing to be ashamed of – at least that’s what she thinks. But still, society wanted her to keep her mouth shut. To stop her from sharing her story. And even if the setting was different, the effects were still long lasting. A brush of tears won’t wipe away the suffering she’s been through.
❛ It’s not that.. I mean. I just.. I’ve never talked to anyone about this before. I mean, anyone who wasn’t originally part of everything that happened. ❜
That’s what made her so close to the Phantom Thieves, after all. A rag-tag group of teenagers forced to band together to steal back from the society that already stole so much.
❛ You really think so? I’ve always beat myself up thinking I could’ve done more.. Should’ve done more. I’ve never been more angry, and felt more helpless than I did then. ❜
Verbalizing her feelings if harder than it seemed. Ann can hardly stare to look at his disgusting face, but she keeps her eyes up long enough to see Jeane throw a punch or two. Nothing but smoke. Nothing that could hurt her now.
She gives a small bit of a smile to the blonde, laughing at her remarks. It’s a wonder how she hasn’t already upped and left, helping Ann throughout her trauma as if it was her own. She can’t emphasize how much she appreciates it.
❛ Oh, definitely! We can take turns throwing punches… But I’m more handy with a whip. ❜
“Things like this are hard to bring up to some people.” To say the least, speaking from experience. “They’ll either be angry at you for bringing it up, pity you, or just not believe you at all. But that’s just some people. I find that it’s easier to talk to people who have had similar experiences, if they want to. After the fact, it’s still something that happened to you, and you should be able to talk about it if you feel you want to.”
It’s taken so much for her to even believe that herself. Almost as if the weight of it had materialized, she hunches over briefly, hands on her thighs. It’s tiring. After being struck down for speaking about what had happened, hoping for the best, there’s nothing else she could do but tell whoever would listen. To speak her truth and help others who are struggling. To make those who hurt them absolutely suffer for it.
“I do think so. You’re so young and you did all this to bring him to justice. The adults in your life should have been doing more, after you did all you could. They should have been paying more attention.” The worst thing of all is that strange learned ignorance adults in power have, even when they know others are suffering because of it. It’s so preventable and mundane, it makes her sick. “They should have helped you afterwards at least, instead of rushing to cover their asses.”
Recovered, she straightens up again, catching Ann’s smile. “A whip, huh? Just a normal one, I’m betting. Those things really can cause some damage even then.”
