19 Deaths and Counting

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It’s Sinday! Send 💋 to straight up kiss my muse!

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📚 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆'𝐒 𝐈𝐓 ( 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟔 ) 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ↳ change pronouns as necessary.

❛ looking for something in particular ? ❜ ❛ what are you going to do with him ? ❜ ❛ but, like they say in the soaps, what does it all mean, dear ? ❜ ❛ i feel like i am on the edge of understanding it all, and then it’s gone. ❜ ❛ it took a long time to get it just right. ❜ ❛ that’s what i’m supposed to do, right ? ❜ ❛ you used to go around mumbling it to yourself. ❜ ❛ you must have wanted to please them very much. ❜ ❛ i don’t remember ! i just don’t remember. ❜ ❛ you’ll be a lot sorrier if i catch you doing it again. ❜ ❛ best not to talk about some things. ❜ ❛ i want the same thing you want. ❜ ❛ i told you i haven’t seen them and that’s the truth ! ❜ ❛ but i can’t do it without you. ❜ ❛ we can keep things quiet for a while. ❜ ❛ a drink is the last thing i need. ❜ ❛ i believe you mean to go after them. ❜ ❛ if he wanted you along, he’d have said so. ❜ ❛ don’t do something you’ll regret later. ❜ ❛ jesus, i feel so fucked up. ❜ ❛ no reason not to tell you. ❜ ❛ if you tell the right people, what you ned to get along will get along. ❜ ❛ i’ll blow someones balls off before the sun goes down. ❜ ❛ but be careful, all the same. ❜ ❛ the not knowing has filled me with a kind of desperation. ❜ ❛ isn’t there ever any getting away from it ? ❜ ❛ i don’t want you to make a career out of running away. ❜ ❛ what it all comes down to is that you have to be careful where you take your stand. ❜ ❛ maybe we won’t find anything. ❜ ❛ but, what is power, anyway ? ❜ ❛ it would have killed me, too ! ❜ ❛ you’re gonna find out life ain’t always this easy. ❜

dazaismemes

Muse talking about the mun

Send me a symbol for my muse to answer these questions about the mun!

👀 Do the mun and you get along?

✌ Is there anything you dislike about the mun?

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✍ Has the mun some special talents beside writing?

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☀ Does the mun have other muses beside you? What is your opinion on them?

the hella sweet munday meme

because honestly, I see so much negativity go around everywhere and I can’t help but to feel it makes the dash feel kinda down. so! here’s for lifting up our spirits!

♻ Any advice on improving Tumblr RP experience?

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☎ What do you think about bias lists?

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☕ Is it often you hear people complimenting your blog? Characters, writing, theme, icons, etc.

☂ What’s your best RP experience?

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★ What fandom do you consider welcoming?

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☉ What fandom do you believe needs improvement? What could you do to do that?

♦ How has roleplaying on Tumblr improved since you started out?

♨ Have you ever roleplayed with someone that has been problematic but offered critique and then watched them improve?

⚓ Are there any small details you tend to like in roleplays?

⚡ What are the good sides with duplicates?

☀ What’s the best thing about roleplaying?

⛵ What genres do you like writing the most?

☺ What tends to bring out your muse the most? What inspires you?

Stranger Danger

ob-noctius

“Wendigo,” Meadow nodded sagely, as though the words meant something to her. They didn’t, and this much became apparent as her next few actions were to say, “Wendigo” progressively more softly and nod slightly less sagely as her expression became more and more muddled until at last she threw up her hands. “Yeah, no, ain’t heard of that one before.” She shrugged.

“Nah, it’s not weird. How can it really be my body if I’m up and walking around, right?” Meadow brushed off Izel’s concern. MAC, for his part, decided to refrain from commenting, likely because he seemed to have the exact opposite opinion from Meadow on everything, and he didn’t want to confuse Izel with their incessant bickering.

“I mean, statistically, yes, weird. I imagine both immortality and Wendigo-ality are uncommon ailments. They simply happen to intersect neatly at a point most people–” she stopped, and shook her head. “Look, we can rationalize all we want, but at the end of the day, you need to eat and I need to not leave a trail of myself around the city. You get guilt-free human meat and I don’t have to deal with an endless stream of red tape the moment two morgues process my remains.”

Though she spoke of pragmatic, day-to-day concerns, Meadow’s expression was one of compassion. Her eyes met Izel’s, but didn’t demand to be met, and her mouth curled softly upwards at the corners, welcoming without being over-eager. “It’s like both our lives had holes the shape of the other, and we just didn’t know it until today.”

“You usual reserve the sappy stuff for me.”

“Wendigo- a being from Native American mythology. Commonly considered an evil spirit or demon that would feast on the flesh of humans- could possess another human if they ate the flesh of fellow man. Destroyed only by fire. Immortal. Cannibals.” Izel listed off, trying to mask her surprise. Never had she met someone who didn’t know what a Wendigo was. “… Otherwise known as ‘demon that scares the crap out of people in ghost stories’.”

“… Because- your- soul-….” Izel trailed off, holding her head and shaking it for a moment. Oh… Gah… That was complicated. Too complicated for her. Far, far too complicated. She sighed, trying to focus on anything else.

She nodded to Meadow’s words, still finding the ideas strangely hungering but also painfully disgusting all at once. Izel breathed in, then out. Images of the body she had seen earlier kept flashing through her mind- how much had actually been lost by engaging in this conversation?… No, no. Don’t think about that. Rational human being. Human being. Not Wendigo.

That expression… Was absolutely terrifying. At least to Izel. No one ever looked at her with any joy anymore- not as an owner of a memorial business, not as a pseudo-hero, not as herself on the streets. She was avoided. Frowned upon. The smile froze her momentarily.

“… You’re not wrong, that is incredibly cheesy.”

“Oh. Well that’s...interesting.” Meadow furrowed her brow at the explanation of Wendigos. “Honestly, and I know this might sound harsh, but the reason you gotta eat human flesh doesn’t matter to me as much as the fact you do, an’ not because it’s bad or anythin’. The lion eats the gazelle and nobody complains, after all.”

Meadow shrugged. “It’s somethin’ you gotta do and you’re a person which means we should try to facilitate it...humanely.”

“You mean by gifting her a lifetime supply of you-meat.” MAC interjected.

“Yes, exactly.”

janehopperra

HELL’S ISLAND SENTENCE STARTERS

This is a bunch of highlights from a discord server of mine.. turned into a sentence starter pack. Enjoy this, ya hooligans.

“My last brain cell died a few hours ago, I guess.” “Wait I’m the last person who should have any power.” “There is no motif, only chaos.” “Professor, what comes outta the nips?” “Nobody needs nipples.” “The power of Christ compels you, thot.” “We can fuck them.” “They were made to have that option.” “Was it the tentacles?” “You killed me but I’m back as a ghost.” “Monster fucking is valid.” “Basically _ is the relative no one wants to invite.” “SEE WHERE THIS TOMFOOLERY BROUGHT YOU?!” “This place is what happens when everyone with one braincell is thrown into one place.” “Bold of you to assume I have a brain cell.” “Who else wants the kinky bitch role?” “My soul is in pain.” “This has been _’s sleep deprived cooking tips, I will soon pass out.” “I love that whenever I start something like this, y'all act like you’re on a search and destroy mission.” “This is either the world’s best or worst scavenger hunt.” “I hope by tomorrow morning each and every one of you is thoroughly ashamed of themselves.” “What he lacks in looks, he makes up in his power to ram.” “It’s only 1am here, I have little excuse for this.” “How can I add myself in to this session?” “To keep them apart, always remember this: Switzerland is better than Sweden.” “Am I in the baby jail right now?” “You’re in the shame corner.” “–Then you get into all the OTHER SHIT.” “It has an asshole.” “They got a booty that pops.” “Why does he have balls for a head.” “AUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.” “This sounds like the beginning of a self-insert fic.” “I want my precious fat son to remain untainted.” “Oh no, that does not look enjoyable.” “You sound like a quitter.”

#ooc #askmeme #hostile memes #nsfw meme #nsfw

leneemusing

less cringy NSFW/intimacy memes

ACTIONS: (add + to reverse who does the action)

✦ to finger my muse ✧ to give my muse oral ☆ to get caught doing something sexual in public ✻ to catch my muse masturbating ✸ for a drabble about my muse having a sex dream about yours ❆ to tease my muse ❁ for our muses first time ✶ for something awkward to happen during sex ♢ for something to make our muses laugh during sex ♤ for my muse to help yours undress ☽ for my muse to have trouble taking off an article of clothing ♧ to guide my muse’s hands where yours wants to be touched ♜ for my muse to kiss an area where yours is insecure ♞ my muse gets a cramp during sex ♦ my muse sneezes during sex ♟ my muse says the wrong name during sex ✪ for our muses to be intimate in nature © for morning sex ✘ to eat food off of my muse ♕ make your own scenario

WORDS:

“god, you look so good” “fuck—” “i got you, baby” “you’re being so good for me” “i promise i’ll be a good” “please” “you have to be quiet if you want to cum” “say please?” “are you gonna be good for me?” “shit— i have to pee” “wait, that hurts” “not there” “that feels so good” “touch me here” “did you just yawn?” “you make me feel so good” “do you like this?” “i want to hear you when you cum” “i’m so close” “i need you” “how much do you want to cum?” “turn around” “your fingers feel amazing” “i’m yours” “you’re mine” “tell me you’re mine” “you sound so pretty when you moan” “harder” “wait—” “is this okay?” “say it again” “i love you”

Stranger Danger

ob-noctius

“Oh I didn’t mean you’d eat my living body!” Meadow said. “I just..die a lot! And I’ve been meaning to find a cleaner anyway, cuz believe me I think the Metropolis morgue is starting to catch on there might be an immortal in their midst and I don’t want to suddenly have to testify for every single death I’ve been involved in.”

“You’d die of old age before you got through the red tape, and then they’d put you on trial for that!” MAC remarked.

Meadow sighed. “Look, I know I’m a bit…unorthodox…but if you’re…whatever you call what you are…and I’m whatever you call what I am, then we can help each other. I’m someone who doesn’t really die when she dies, which means you don’t have to worry about the morality of eating me flesh, and I get to have an ethical, consenting way of disposing of the many, many bodies I leave lying around the city!”

“Would you keep your voice down, darling, there are police officers just a few stories below us!”

“…. Wendigo…” Izel muttered, rubbing the bridge between her eyes. “… I’m part Wendigo, which means I have an eternal appetite for human flesh…” How on God’s green Earth did she even end up in this conversation…. Izel slowly began pacing, trying to come to terms with what precisely Meadow was offering.

She honestly couldn’t believe it.- Someone just straight up- offering- to be eaten (dead of course and thank God) on a daily basis… Or however often she died, jeez. Izel shuddered at the idea, but her mouth still betrayed her with the added saliva from such a thought.

“…. You do realize that if I went through with this- and that’s a big if in of itself- you and I would probably still talk on occasion, correct? Wouldn’t it be awkward to interact knowing I was- literally- eating your corpse whenever? Does it technically count as ‘corpses’?…” Izel trailed off. Ah, the joys of issues.

“Wendigo,” Meadow nodded sagely, as though the words meant something to her. They didn’t, and this much became apparent as her next few actions were to say, “Wendigo” progressively more softly and nod slightly less sagely as her expression became more and more muddled until at last she threw up her hands. “Yeah, no, ain’t heard of that one before.” She shrugged.

“Nah, it’s not weird. How can it really be my body if I’m up and walking around, right?” Meadow brushed off Izel’s concern. MAC, for his part, decided to refrain from commenting, likely because he seemed to have the exact opposite opinion from Meadow on everything, and he didn’t want to confuse Izel with their incessant bickering.

“I mean, statistically, yes, weird. I imagine both immortality and Wendigo-ality are uncommon ailments. They simply happen to intersect neatly at a point most people--” she stopped, and shook her head. “Look, we can rationalize all we want, but at the end of the day, you need to eat and I need to not leave a trail of myself around the city. You get guilt-free human meat and I don’t have to deal with an endless stream of red tape the moment two morgues process my remains.”

Though she spoke of pragmatic, day-to-day concerns, Meadow’s expression was one of compassion. Her eyes met Izel’s, but didn’t demand to be met, and her mouth curled softly upwards at the corners, welcoming without being over-eager. “It’s like both our lives had holes the shape of the other, and we just didn’t know it until today.”

“You usual reserve the sappy stuff for me.”

Stranger Danger

ob-noctius

“Here’s a thought,” Meadow said.

“Don’t you dare. I know where you’re heading and don’t you dare.”

“You could just…eat me, right?” She smiled at Izel as though this were an entirely normal suggestion. “You gotta eat people, is what I’m gathering. Nothin’ else really makes witnesses a problem. And I’m people, just I’m people who don’t actually die when they die.” She furrowed her brow, momentarily confused by the strange wording she’d employed, but pushed onward nonetheless. “You get filled up. I die a horrible, painful death, and no one actually gets hurt.”

“You get hurt, darling.” MAC noted.

“Not in any way that really matters,” Meadow countered. “I literally died like six times today. What’s one more on top of that?” She smile widened into a full-on grin. She looked like she’d just solved one of the universe’s greatest puzzles. And in a way, she had. “Lookit that, huh? You get to eat, I get to die. It’s a wonderful cycle!”

“Darling, we have really got to talk about your priorities.”

“I-” Izel shivered, forgetting completely about exiting the alley. Her hands pulled back towards herself, frankly absolutely repulsed by the very idea. “What the absolute heck???” Despite her clear disgust, her mouth decided to play unfair and water at the idea. “No! What kind of sicko do you take me for???”

She could not believe the suggestion she had been offered. Izel found even the idea of having to eat another human absolutely repulsive, but it was the only way to stave off her roaring hunger for even a short time. She had already resolved to eat what remained of the body parts in the other alleyway. Those wouldn’t scream or flail or stare as she devoured them.

“There is no way on God’s green Earth that I’d willingly eat another living human being!” Okay so technically she’d be eating the corpse of one…. But that was a different argument entirely. It took less than a millisecond for Izel to realize she had just technically admitted to her own fault. Son of a….

She rubbed the bridge of her nose.

“Just… No!”

“Oh I didn’t mean you’d eat my living body!” Meadow said. “I just..die a lot! And I’ve been meaning to find a cleaner anyway, cuz believe me I think the Metropolis morgue is starting to catch on there might be an immortal in their midst and I don’t want to suddenly have to testify for every single death I’ve been involved in.”

“You’d die of old age before you got through the red tape, and then they’d put you on trial for that!” MAC remarked.

Meadow sighed. “Look, I know I’m a bit...unorthodox...but if you’re...whatever you call what you are...and I’m whatever you call what I am, then we can help each other. I’m someone who doesn’t really die when she dies, which means you don’t have to worry about the morality of eating me flesh, and I get to have an ethical, consenting way of disposing of the many, many bodies I leave lying around the city!”

“Would you keep your voice down, darling, there are police officers just a few stories below us!”

Stranger Danger

ob-noctius

“It’s…weird. Took me a good long while to figure out all the rules, but the short of it is if I die, I come back. Outside of danger. If my body was intact, I usually keep it. Otherwise, a new one just kinda happens.” She shrugged as though that explained not just anything but everything about her. “Theoretically, a nuke could go off and I’d just pop up outside the irradiated zone once the blast was done being a horrifying existential threat to humanity.”

“But we’re getting off track. Yes, it can be difficult to find places where it’s quiet, but if Mr. Hol–er, my detective friend can find sensory deprivation chambers, I’m sure we can get you a place to bed down without overloading your senses.” She smiled at Izel.

At that moment, abruptly, a British sounding voice seemed to erupt from near Meadow’s hip. “Oh very well, if we’re going to be taking on strays again, I might as well say hello.” MAC’s voice sounded like what might happen if a stereotypical British butler somehow merged with Winston Churchill to create the most iconically stiff-lipped British man in existence, while managing to convey a level of exasperation that extended beyond mere annoyance and into the territory or well-and-truly-done. “Ms. Izel, my name is MAC. I’m this dynamic duo’s voice of reason. I’d say it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance but I don’t want the first thing I say to you to be a lie.”

“Don’t mind him, he’s just being crotchety because I’ve completely upended my previous goal of investigating LexCorp in favor of finding you a place to get some well-deserved rest.”

“I-…. Uh…. Okay- then.” Izel was surprised but only somewhat. Okay, so eating was beyond out of the question. She exhaled for a moment, before nearly jumping twenty feet in the air when the sudden British voice started.

Her eyes had finally adjusted, but the sudden voice threw her off. She did leap- although it was much shorter of a height than she could have gone. Izel- despite knowing that she had probably given away a bit of her abilities already- did not wish to be fully discovered.

“…. Well, it is… Interesting to meet you as well, MAC.” Izel blinked when Meadow brought up giving up a present goal to help her. The last time someone ‘helped’…. She took a reflexive step back. “… I’m good.- You two get on with your mission.” She waved towards Meadow. “I can find my way back to my home from here, so I’ll be fine.” Izel did not bring up that such a seperation would give her a chance to eat from that corpse- goodness gracious- NO. Not eating from the corpse!

Decent human being, dangit!!

Izel sighed, placing one hand to her forehead and trying not to groan in exasperation. Her hunger was so painful…. Gah she just wanted to eat!… But she couldn’t. Not with a witness. Eating was- messy…. Always so messy.

“….. Look….” And now she knew she was going to say something she regretted. “….. If you want reckless, being anywhere near me is the equivalent of standing next to a ticking bomb. I am absolutely starving right now, and being in the presence of another- especially a human- is the fastest way for me to go absolutely insane. I need to be alone. I’ll find a place to de-sensitize later, I promise, but for now I’m worried about the police and/or ambulance workers stealing what may be my only meal for the next few months.”

Yep, she regretted it before she was even done. Izel pulled her hand away from her face, only to slap it back over herself. She had just… She- son of… Why had she even said that??? What kind of idiocy was she trying to play??

“Your friend is right- you’re being too reckless by interacting with me. I’ve got to eat, I’d rather not have witnesses, listen to MAC please, forget you ever saw me.” Izel waved a hand towards Meadow, attempting to side-step the woman so she could travel towards the alley’s edge.

#asylumofinsanemuses #[okay meadow's not usually this gung-ho about dying]#[but she's ALWAYS gung-ho for helping people]#[and this is what happens when helping someone means getting eaten]

“Here’s a thought,” Meadow said.

“Don’t you dare. I know where you’re heading and don’t you dare.”

“You could just...eat me, right?” She smiled at Izel as though this were an entirely normal suggestion. “You gotta eat people, is what I’m gathering. Nothin’ else really makes witnesses a problem. And I’m people, just I’m people who don’t actually die when they die.” She furrowed her brow, momentarily confused by the strange wording she’d employed, but pushed onward nonetheless. “You get filled up. I die a horrible, painful death, and no one actually gets hurt.”

“You get hurt, darling.” MAC noted.

“Not in any way that really matters,” Meadow countered. “I literally died like six times today. What’s one more on top of that?” She smile widened into a full-on grin. She looked like she’d just solved one of the universe’s greatest puzzles. And in a way, she had. “Lookit that, huh? You get to eat, I get to die. It’s a wonderful cycle!”

“Darling, we have really got to talk about your priorities.”

Stranger Danger

ob-noctius

“It’s…weird. Took me a good long while to figure out all the rules, but the short of it is if I die, I come back. Outside of danger. If my body was intact, I usually keep it. Otherwise, a new one just kinda happens.” She shrugged as though that explained not just anything but everything about her. “Theoretically, a nuke could go off and I’d just pop up outside the irradiated zone once the blast was done being a horrifying existential threat to humanity.”

“But we’re getting off track. Yes, it can be difficult to find places where it’s quiet, but if Mr. Hol–er, my detective friend can find sensory deprivation chambers, I’m sure we can get you a place to bed down without overloading your senses.” She smiled at Izel.

At that moment, abruptly, a British sounding voice seemed to erupt from near Meadow’s hip. “Oh very well, if we’re going to be taking on strays again, I might as well say hello.” MAC’s voice sounded like what might happen if a stereotypical British butler somehow merged with Winston Churchill to create the most iconically stiff-lipped British man in existence, while managing to convey a level of exasperation that extended beyond mere annoyance and into the territory or well-and-truly-done. “Ms. Izel, my name is MAC. I’m this dynamic duo’s voice of reason. I’d say it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance but I don’t want the first thing I say to you to be a lie.”

“Don’t mind him, he’s just being crotchety because I’ve completely upended my previous goal of investigating LexCorp in favor of finding you a place to get some well-deserved rest.”

“I-…. Uh…. Okay- then.” Izel was surprised but only somewhat. Okay, so eating was beyond out of the question. She exhaled for a moment, before nearly jumping twenty feet in the air when the sudden British voice started.

Her eyes had finally adjusted, but the sudden voice threw her off. She did leap- although it was much shorter of a height than she could have gone. Izel- despite knowing that she had probably given away a bit of her abilities already- did not wish to be fully discovered.

“…. Well, it is… Interesting to meet you as well, MAC.” Izel blinked when Meadow brought up giving up a present goal to help her. The last time someone ‘helped’…. She took a reflexive step back. “… I’m good.- You two get on with your mission.” She waved towards Meadow. “I can find my way back to my home from here, so I’ll be fine.” Izel did not bring up that such a seperation would give her a chance to eat from that corpse- goodness gracious- NO. Not eating from the corpse!

Decent human being, dangit!!

“Oh dear, I seem to have scared her off, darling. What ever shall we do? I suppose we have no choi--”

“MAC!” Meadow snapped. “You did that on purpose!” She reached out towards Izel. “The mission can wait. With any luck Cl, er Superman will solve the same riddle we’re looking into by the time we’ve got you settled in!” She followed Izel’s movement, being sure not to get any closer than she’d been before, but neither to wind up further away.

“You’re going to give her the doing good recklessly speech, aren’t you?” MAC said. His words carried the impression of rolled eyes and patience worn thin.

“Of course!” Meadow replied. “MAC and I are, well, something of detectives you see. And we believe in doing good recklessly. Sometimes that means walking into certain death because I won’t actually die, and sometimes it means helping the person who helped me just because it’s nice!” She leaned in close and spoke softly. “I don’t care what curse or burden you bear. You’re still a person, and that means you deserve to be treated with kindness and respect.”

“Just for the record, I think she’s doing good a little too recklessly right now.”

Stranger Danger

ob-noctius

Meadow opened her eyes and quickly got her bearings. “Up on the rooftop, click, click, click,” she muttered to herself. If you start calling her St. Nick I’m going to vomit. “How woul–never mind.” Meadow cautiously moved towards Izel, trying to make it clear she wasn’t a threat. She knew full well how easy it was to misinterpret pretty much anything when one was disoriented, and she had no intention of letting that happen here.

“Light sensitivity?” she asked rhetorically. “Yeah, one time I came back and started getting these just terrible migraines. Lasted like three lives, and hoo boy when I stepped outside in the morning it was like I was staring into hell itself.” She gently went to place a hand on Izel’s shoulder. “I know a few quiet places round here. I know, sounds like a fairy tale, but trust me, if you know where to look, you can find places where even this city sleeps.”

“…. Up on th…. Okaayyyy then….” At this point, based on the carnage and Meadow’s words, she could assume the woman’s power was… A sooort-of immortality. An immortality that involved dying. Repeatedly. “…. At least you can reset your body- sort of.” Izel made the statement based on her guess.

She took off her sunglasses- who on Earth even wears those at night- and rubbed her eyes more thoroughly before putting them back on. Her fangs had retracted, the more base of her instincts fading with the fading scent of ‘prey’. The mere thought had Izel shuddering. It was always terrifying, seeing how closely she could be pulled to the edge without toppling over and into madness.

Of course, the starving scream in her stomach still wasn’t fading, but that was a constant. A forever constant unless she fed, and based on this stranger, she probably wouldn’t be finding a solid corpse to eat in private any time soon…. Gah that was still freakin’ creepy.

“…. Are you sure? Last I knew, cities are physically incapable of peace and quiet.” Probably didn’t help that her senses were all augmented far above a standard human’s. Just ignoring the smell of the alley was a painful thing to attempt.

“It’s...weird. Took me a good long while to figure out all the rules, but the short of it is if I die, I come back. Outside of danger. If my body was intact, I usually keep it. Otherwise, a new one just kinda happens.” She shrugged as though that explained not just anything but everything about her. “Theoretically, a nuke could go off and I’d just pop up outside the irradiated zone once the blast was done being a horrifying existential threat to humanity.”

“But we’re getting off track. Yes, it can be difficult to find places where it’s quiet, but if Mr. Hol--er, my detective friend can find sensory deprivation chambers, I’m sure we can get you a place to bed down without overloading your senses.” She smiled at Izel.

At that moment, abruptly, a British sounding voice seemed to erupt from near Meadow’s hip. “Oh very well, if we’re going to be taking on strays again, I might as well say hello.” MAC’s voice sounded like what might happen if a stereotypical British butler somehow merged with Winston Churchill to create the most iconically stiff-lipped British man in existence, while managing to convey a level of exasperation that extended beyond mere annoyance and into the territory or well-and-truly-done. “Ms. Izel, my name is MAC. I’m this dynamic duo’s voice of reason. I’d say it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance but I don’t want the first thing I say to you to be a lie.”

“Don’t mind him, he’s just being crotchety because I’ve completely upended my previous goal of investigating LexCorp in favor of finding you a place to get some well-deserved rest.”

Stranger Danger

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Yes darling. How rude of you to not introduce yourself to this total stranger who is now asking you to close your eyes and trust her. What could possibly go wrong? Meadow sighed and ignored MAC, choosing to instead focus on the situation at hand. Whatever was going on, she was almost certain that it was better to be on this person’s side than opposing her. How she reached that conclusion was beyond even as great an investigative mind as hers, but she’d reached it all the same.

“Name’s Meadow,” she answered, offering her more well-known moniker. “If he ever decides to actually use the speakers I gave him, my hitchhiker’s name is MAC.” Well now that’s just uncalled for.

“You’re asking me to trust you when I know nothing about you, save your name and your seeming willingness to leap into danger at a moment’s notice.” Though the content of her words seemed dangerously accusatory, Meadow’s tone made the sentence sound almost admiring. “Let’s do this.” She shut her eyes. Yeah she’s definitely going to eat you.

“Thank you.” The accusations stung, but Izel did not blame the other. She was… Well, disconcerting. She gently picked up Meadow, easily carrying the woman as though she were little more than a doll. Izel leaped up, her movements so fast that scaling the building was over in a moment. Six stories cleared in the fraction of a second. Izel dashed across the rooftops.

She jumped and landed without a single bump, only the rush of wind being a signal of their passing. Izel jumped from another rooftop, landing on the ground with catlike grace. She set Meadow down then, barely winded by the journey. An ambulance and police car roared by the new alley, of which the two were placed squarely in the center of. Izel released a yelp at the lights, moving a foot away from Meadow to regather herself.

“Those were my eyes, dangit!” Izel growled, sighing angrily after. “.. You can open yours, by the way…. Darn freaking lights…”

Meadow opened her eyes and quickly got her bearings. “Up on the rooftop, click, click, click,” she muttered to herself. If you start calling her St. Nick I’m going to vomit. “How woul--never mind.” Meadow cautiously moved towards Izel, trying to make it clear she wasn’t a threat. She knew full well how easy it was to misinterpret pretty much anything when one was disoriented, and she had no intention of letting that happen here.

“Light sensitivity?” she asked rhetorically. “Yeah, one time I came back and started getting these just terrible migraines. Lasted like three lives, and hoo boy when I stepped outside in the morning it was like I was staring into hell itself.” She gently went to place a hand on Izel’s shoulder. “I know a few quiet places round here. I know, sounds like a fairy tale, but trust me, if you know where to look, you can find places where even this city sleeps.”

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Meadow looked down, then around at the scattered bits of, well, her that had gone everywhere. Even after her last respawn (she used the term, MAC hated it), her black hair was smoldering a little. She patted it out, wondering what the hell kind of conditioner she was gonna have to get to fix fire damage. She was dressed in her usual: understated, loose-fitting clothing. Which for some reason also reformed every time she came back. She’d once considered how much she could make by dressing in gold filigree and dying a bunch of times. Then she read a single book on economics and decided not to repeat mistakes made by Colonial Spain.

“Well Izel, it’s wonderful to meet you!” Meadow reached over and grabbed one of her own arms, and held it out towards her new acquaintance in a macabre greeting. It was intact…mostly

Meadow, darling, most people aren’t used to–

“Hush now,” she cautioned her computer companion, “I’ve just come back and I can’t handle two conversations at once.” After a moment, she realized that Izel probably hadn’t heard MAC and turned her attention back towards the pale woman in front of her. “Sorry, that was my…friend.” She tapped her head as though that gave any indication what she meant.

“Honestly, it’s been a pretty rough day,” she admitted with a shrug. “Far from the worst I’ve had, but definitely not in the running for the best.” She cocked her head to one side. “But you’re not exactly looking like a prime specimen yourself. I know we’re in Metropolis and all, but you do get outside some of the time, right?”

Yes, darling. Insult the only person offering you aid. That’s sure to end well.

“‘Just come back’?” Izel held out her hand, noticing the splotchy movement in her vision. Her hand met- something. There was no pulse in that something. But it was human. The fangs hiding above her upper teeth began sliding down. Izel forced them back up, swallowing back her saliva.

She shook the strange object, before retracting her hand and pulling off her glasses to rub at her eyes. She would consider herself grateful it was night time at the moment. Izel put her glasses back on, making sure to keep the red of them out of view at all times.

“Two conversations at… Once?” Izel paused, noticing that what she had grabbed was… An arm. A severed arm. Smoldering at the tip, no longer spraying blood. Her fangs shot down into her mouth with a vengeance. She bit down to ignore the yelp of pain it would have released. “… I-…. Are you from a mental hospital?- Oh, you’re like Firestorm, aren’t you?”

“…. Yes, I go outside during the day…” Izel pulled her coat closer to her body. “…. Just don’t like sunlight…” The mutter was quiet and cold. Since her fangs were now down, Izel was keeping her speech to a minimum as much as possible. Was it that obvious?… Jeez, she might have to get a spray-tan to keep up appearances at that rate.

The body parts around her were only more cause for her instincts to scream. She was starving, so starving… So much food around… Fresh, burnt bodies to e- Izel smacked her arm. The action probably looked more like hitting a mosquito (of which there were little in the city), but it did ground her momentarily.

“How about- we get out of this alley?”

“Like Firestorm?” Meadow asked. She had a vague understanding of the hero as two people merged together, and she was certain MAC was about to fill in the details if she didn’t keep the conversation moving. “Not…really. MAC is my…he’s a computer assistant. My oldest friend really.” Aw, thanks darling. She threw the arm over her shoulder. You do see the fangs, right darling?

“What ever are you talking about, MAC?” Meadow wondered aloud through gritted teeth. And she’s terribly pale. Just look how she responded to your ridiculous handshake. Do you really need me to spell it out for you? “MAC, buddy. I know we’re usually really nosy, but this girl really does not seem like the kind of person I wanna alienate right now!” Meadow snapped at her AI assistant. “Don’t push it, okay?” Alright, but if she starts eating you, don’t say I didn’t warn you.

She returned her attention to Izel. “I am very sorry about that. Yes, let’s get out of the alley.” She looked for an exit, but didn’t seem able to find a satisfactory one. “I’m not from around here, and with all the rubble and whatnot, I’m not sure what doors go where. Unless you wanna just walk out into the street, which I suppose might work.” The sound of sirens had picked up, meaning the police were on their way, or perhaps simply paramedics. Either way, Meadow didn’t want to be around for the inevitable how-are-you-alive-and-also-definitely-dead-right-there-look-it’s-your-body conversation.