Odyssey Marauder

[odysseymarauder]

Iɴᴅɪᴇ - ᴘʟᴏᴛ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇɴ ᴏᴄ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ ʜᴏᴘᴘᴇʀ / ɪɴᴛᴇʀ ᴅɪᴍᴇɴsɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟᴇʀ

Hᴇᴀᴠɪʟʏ ᴅʀᴀᴡs ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ MCU I Sᴘɪᴅᴇʀ-ᴠᴇʀsᴇ I Rɪᴄᴋ & Mᴏʀᴛʏ. Aɴʏ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪɴᴠᴏʟᴠᴇ ᴅɪᴍᴇɴsɪᴏɴ ᴊᴜᴍᴘɪɴɢ. Tʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅs ᴀʀᴇ ᴇɴᴅʟᴇss ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍs ɪғ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴘʀɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛʟʏ. 21+ ᴘʀᴇғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ ʙᴜᴛ, 18+ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇᴅ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴅᴜʟᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs; sᴜᴄʜ ᴀs ɢᴏʀᴇ, ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ‘ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ & ᴅᴇᴠᴇʟᴏᴘᴍᴇɴᴛ’ sᴇxᴜᴀʟ.

Cᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: ᴍᴇᴅɪᴜᴍ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴡ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠɪᴛʏ DMs ᴏᴘᴇɴ & Dɪsᴄᴏʀᴅ ᴀᴠᴀɪʟᴀʙʟᴇ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛ

Tᴜɴᴇs I BIO I Pᴏᴇᴛʀʏ ʟᴀɴᴇ

[odysseymarauder]

⭐️: I.. im thinking of taking a semi-hiatus. Or let’s call it … a really really really slow reply response. Mentally, I am not well. To the point I’m worried i’ll have to go back to rehabilitation. But I’m not sure — I’m hoping upping my dosage and going into therapy again will help. Let’s hope. I’m sorry

[guardian-rocket]

New Uniforms (request from @odysseymarauder)

[odysseymarauder]

Carbon copy prejudice and internal horrors

A doppelgänger of acceptance in being inadequate

Seeking salvation by following imprinted footprints of someone else

Thinking, living as others would be enough

A lost shell of a hermit, just wanting to find a humble adobe

Using the remnants of others past

The shell fits but, it’s not their own, not really.

[rp-ask-memes-deactivated2026012]

-- GENTLE REMINDER | PSA

there are days where you just can’t write properly. you have the muse and motivation, but the words won’t come out the way you want them to, and that’s OKAY. it happens with every writer, every roleplayer. you do not have to feel bad for having off writing days. if you don’t want to work on replies but work on your blog, it’s fine. don’t worry about it. everyone gets these days, and it’s okay.

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[odysseymarauder]

✨ We are infinite ♾️ ✨

into the great big unknown we go 🚀 🌌

Gift for the lovely @raccooncapitaine — Thanks for dealing with my shenanigans

[odysseymarauder]

Blasting through the cosmos, the clicks through the intergalactic jumps was astounding. Not enough to alter or disfigure their molecular structure but, just enough to stop the gal from hopping about. Taking the time to find some receptacle to hug just in case. Not taking a chance with her queasy and sensitive stomach.

“Bl-urgh, that gets me every time. Don’t know how you guys do this.”

Still hugging onto the item for dear life, like it was some friend, she gazed toward the steel and glimmer fortress of a planet. That would even put the battlestar galatica to shame. A line of spaceship set up in a pretty row to some gaudy Las Vegas like sign that said ‘ Peep show’. Which wasn’t going to be like any type of peep show on earth.

“ Okay, that’s a funny way of hiding out in plain sight.”

Metal jarred gates opened and slammed with violent approach, showing their only entryway in and out. Morgane drifted to tap at the glass to direct his line of vision. “ So like I said, our card has some sort of binary code to allow access. So those doors don’t slam on us like some Venus fly trap. It’s also access to all the levels. We are what they call, exclusive VIPs.”

Her stomach began to rumble but, was able to pull back the reigns on her flipping stomach. Now her nausea more directed to the task at hand. The tension of if the card would work also causing their stomach muscles to tighten. The slams getting louder and louder till get into slamming region. Ringing in the ears and violent intimidating to the view. Their eyes sealed firmly shut for what would occur next.

And what did happen was. Nothing. Absolutely nothing, as the ship was maneuvered into a safe zone. Making it to port, and passed the first of many obstacles.

Once finally inside, the idyllic pillars of what would be marble refracted with glamorous gems. Water rising and falling in extravagant shows of boundless rivers. Gravity not taking hold of them as they were designed like Celtic emblems. A vast and grand line of stairs, escalated in a moving motion to the door. A door made of an electrical current. One that if not allowed, could vaporize you into ash in a blink of the eye.

“ Okay, now don’t freak out. I’m going to hold your hand now. Just want to make sure this thing doesn’t zap ya.”

Morgane then placed the card key into the bosom of her dress, taking his hand in a careful touch. Which she apologized for softly under the breath on multiple occasions. Her compulsion to this hand holding was also a way to not make them flinch. Even if she was a seasoned actor, Morgane still had stage fright. Rocket could probably tell how nervous she was. She just needed a foundation to find comfort and give strength. So not to show any signs of weakness.

“ Man, you have no idea how much I would kill for a drink right now.”

[raccooncapitaine]

     HE SEES HER clutching for dear life while the jumps occur, and he can’t help but let out an amused laugh, especially at her comment. “ Hey, I’ve survived 700 consecutive jumps once -- this is baby food for me. “ Pause. “ Don’t recommend doin’ that t’ build a tolerance by the way. “

     When they do get there at last, he’s scanning their new surroundings, the lights of the numerous signs casting reflections in his eyes. “ Wow, “ he comments as soon as he sees it. Casting a glance at her in the other seat, he says, “ Y’know, when you were describin’ it, I was almost expectin’ one of ‘em white, shiny mansions. With one of ‘em fancy pretentious gardens or somethin’. “ He turns back in his seat again, shaking his head. “ Gave this guy too much credit, clearly. He’s a bigger jerk-off than I thought. “

     The pilot drifted through, following the directions that guided him to the entrance of the place. He spares her a glance as she explains precisely how their card works, listening intently. When she mentions that they’re classified as ‘exclusive VIPs,’ he goes, “ Ohhh, I see. So we’re gettin’ in with some of the worst of the worst in that case. Gotcha. “

    As he approached the gates, he appeared unfazed, even as said gates frighteningly opened and slammed shut like the awaiting maw of some beast. While not experiencing this precise thing exactly, he’s certainly dealt with ENOUGH to be able to say that he’s seen far more worrisome things. So while she was worried that something would somehow go wrong and they’d wind up a bloody mess, he just sort of…casually slipped through without a hint of concern at all. The gates did precisely as they were intended to do -- that is, not crush them -- and he proceeded onwards.

     Sometime shortly after that, they found themselves on that escalator, with Rocket taking an ever so brief moment to double check the schematic she provided him when they got to the back of the line -- and just as quickly put it away when his sensitive ears picked up the slightest sound of others approaching behind them to get in line as well. Despite how short his look was, he already had an inkling of how he could execute the plan required to get past security and reach that device. It is then that she grabs ahold of his hand -- an action which clearly takes him by surprise.

     “ Uh, “ he attempts to protest at first, trying to flinch away at first. “ Ya’ sure that’s really necessary ?  I mean, no offense, but I’m not really-- “

     Cutting him off was the sound of an ear-piercing ZZZAP !  which caused the procyonid’s fur to stand on end with wide eyes. If there was any shout from the poor soul that attempted to sneak in, it was cut off before they could make any sound. When he peered at the front of the line, he could spot the ash, which seemed to be quickly blown away by the contraption so as to not get all over the upcoming patrons.

     He immediately grips her hand after seeing that. “ Actually, this is fine, “ he promptly decides. While he certainly wouldn’t describe himself as NERVOUS -- again, he’s certainly been through far worse than this -- let’s just say that that violent display was enough to put in the slightest bit of humility in him. Though he’s MOCKED the villain that they’re attempting to thwart, it’s at this point that he mentally acknowledges that this guy still ain’t screwin’ around. It’s a good reminder to have, quite frankly, that they’d certainly have to be cautious lest they get themselves along with billions of other lives killed.

     “ Feel that, “ he murmurs, just moments before they pass through the electric current -- which makes the procyonid pin back his ears, bracing himself as the static electricity briefly courses through him but ultimately does not burn either of them to a crisp. Even still, he shakes his head and twitches his ears, as though it agitated him. Thanks to all of those metal cybernetics, the brief contact with the electricity left him with a slight buzzing feeling, akin to the feeling one gets when a limb falls asleep. Morgane didn’t need to know that though; he just shot her a smile, now that the two of them were officially IN, safe and sound.

“ We’ll get t’ that later, though -- as you promised, “ he jokingly reminds her. Now that they’re homefree as far as entrance security goes, he slips his hand out of hers, taking a moment to smooth down his puffed up fur. “ Gotta get through this scut first. “

[odysseymarauder]

“ — Not really, what?” Morgane had more or less being half-listening in the commotion of things. Slightly distracted as many would. No matter, she was too immersed in the fact that residual electric current was sparking off her fingers. Green little sparks generating in the sound of the candy pop rocks trying to shake them off. It was like a little firework show in the palm of your hand. Never in her life did she saw something so peculiar. When the circulation jarred Rocket into discomfort, she let go finally to hover over the scruff near his whiskers so to brush off as much of the static on his coat too.

“ You okay there?”

Yet, only caused the electricity to jump and pass onto her, to get shocked. Which she jolted back to place a finger in their mouth at how it smarted. Not exactly what she had planned but he was an incredible conductor with all that metal. Holding so much power and his little body packed a punch.

“ MOTHER FRIDGE! Scratch that.” With her signature apology, the accidental brush got them to propel into walking over to the elongated cathedral halls. Built expansively to have mirrored angles that made the walkways infinite, and the doorways never ending. This place was a real Winchester house, as anyone could get easily lost without the proper guidance. The only source, was an instructed singular pod of a bot with an auditory processor. This bot waiting for each group as their genetic code was analyzed and scanned just like the entryway to be set to the designated spot. The small white orbed creation projector beeped a green glow processing until a ding set off, turning around.

“ Welcome, Bloody Mary and +1, you’ll be partaking in the Iron Maiden quarters. Congratulations, you have been selected to the master in T-minus one hour. Enjoy, and enjoy our complimentary gift baskets.”

From out of the beam, the bot crafted two wicker baskets with odd torture devices. All wrapped in a pretty bow, which made Morgane cringer inwardly. Rocket was so right, this guy was the biggest nut job of the bunch. As the responded to the alias from the dark web with a proper bow.

“ Thank you, we look forward to his hospitality and venue.” With that, the bot beamed off for them to follow, making sure that the two were in close proximity and range. Using it’s green light to access different panels and switch hidden walls to bring them to a place drench in red light. The room was dark, ominous, and not packed; at all. Where were all the guests? There were only so few that she could count them on her finger.

So she decided to take this time to set her watch and lower into a whisper into his ear, “ — that orb, you need to hijack and change its objective. Get the orb, create a virus. Spread it so we have complete take over. You do that, and I’ll —“ She shivered to roll her eyes back in slight disgust she tried so hard to hide. “ — keep the Roblox distracted.”

[odysseymarauder]

“ Then we make new pieces. Just like so.”

Thinking his words were an analogy of a puzzle, an idea sprung in that cranium of hers. Gathering a handful of items to be shielded away from the view, talking in a sing song tone.

“ No peaking.”

Now scribbling on a piece of cardboard. Making sure to not let him see this masterpiece in motion. As with a little bit of marker, scissors, and imagination there would be actual makeshift pieces.

Within time, she stuck one singular puzzle upon them.

“ — cause we don’t have to face the truth. Not yet. This should hold you for now. Keep you together until we find them.” Each second she was starting to place more of the pieces upon him, set with tape.

“ Missed a spot. Oh no! There’s another — can’t leave that unattended.” If she continues any further he’ll become more of a mosaic than a completed puzzle.

[raccooncapitaine]

     “ WELL-- YEAH, “ HE replies with the slightest shrug. “ I guess. I mean, I’ve sorta already-- “ Been doing that is what he’s about to say before she suddenly becomes preoccupied with something or other. He had admittedly tried to lean over, a brow raised, when she suddenly instructed him not to -- which only served to puzzle him even more.

     “ What’re you up to n---- “ he starts, interrupted only by her suddenly reaching out and shoving something on his chest. It takes him off-guard, naturally -- ears perking forward in surprise, eyes quickly darting down to see just exactly she did to him. He tugs at his shirt, pulling it forward by the strap, to get a good look at it. He’s too baffled to even think about removing it.

     “ …What the hell is th-- hey ! “ Interrupted once again by her sticking another on him. Before he could attempt to inquire again what exactly it is that she’s doing, her words reach his ears. Which is good, because it helps him to finally make some sense of her reaction. And it’s certainly a KIND SENTIMENT, to be sure.

     “ Y’know, that’s not really what I m-- that’s not wha-- th-- “ Poor guy keeps trying to speak only to find another oddly shaped piece of cardboard stuck to him. Which eventually leads to him sighing in equal parts somewhat defeated as well as, perhaps, a hint of amusement towards the ridiculousness of it all, shaking his head with a barely suppressed smile.

     At last, he’s had enough -- shooting his hand out to grab her wrist lest she continue with this playful assault of hers. “ Alright, ALRIGHT, I get it ! “ he says sharply, though it’s not quite a reprimand and it doesn’t even sound all that annoyed, as much as he’s attempting to feign it. Sparing another glance at his own person, he adds, “ D’ast, you’re like Groot when he was a baby. “

[odysseymarauder]

“ You mean — terribly gifted and a talented artist?” Rocket could practically see the glitter from the inward pride while standing majestically in the nonexistent wind. All she needed was a fan and flowing golden locks to really sell this deal. If only.

“ Just wanted to drag you out of the funk you’re were starting to stew in. I know that look from a mile away mister.” The grip though strong didn’t stop the waggling index finger to meet his eyes.

“ Anywho — just keeping it real.” Morgane clearly had no intention in stopping, and he knew that, as her eyes read that she now conniving to figure out how to put as many pieces on his body without his knowledge. Yet, maybe she’ll do that at a later date.

“ What I lack in stamina, strength, endurance … intelligence, powers —“ She was going on and on with the list of how all the things she thought she didn’t have. At least not compared to most super hero’s or vigilantes. “ — shooting skills, medical knowledge, and yada yada, I least have this going for me. Now I’m curious if Groot still draws? We should totally tag team in an art piece.”

[odysseymarauder]

“ I mean —“

A whisked raspberry sounded out of her lips to show her true interest in training. Not exactly a fan but, willing to do so if for the betterment of others. If were a last resort or option. Seemed here, that was the case.

“ — not really but, I guess I’ll give it a go. If it’ll help improve my current outcome.”

[goatfateda-deactivated20231206]

[⛧] "In order to gather the tokens, you'll have to defeat those guarding them. They are powerful beings that will do everything in their power to keep the Soulstones with them." Hopien dipped his head to her, seeing her displeasure to having to do fighting. "I apologize, but I will teach you all I know, so you can better defend yourself."

[odysseymarauder]

“ Defeat. You mean, just tap them on the back of the hand and send them on their merry way, right?” Obviously she knew what that meant but, she was still trying to find her loopholes in not destroying anyone. Dang, seemed their was always a ‘but’ to every story. What a catch.

“ — there is nothing to apologize. You are only doing what you are told. At least I have the freedom of choice. And — and I’ll appreciate anything you can afford to give.”

[odysseymarauder]

Flat out, there she lays their feelings on the table for vultures to feed on. Ready to be picked to bare and bone. For someone so optimistic, with herself, they were their biggest critic. Judge and executioner of her own happiness. Expecting the worst, and doubting the best. As eyes softened incredibly to a vulnerable state under confused knitted brows. Truly she was in a state of shock.

“ What? You’ve got to be out of your blooming mind —“ The tone was feathered with weak fluster with no path in which way to go. Completely stupefied to the point her words were lost. She was lost. A deer staring in headlights. A poor bab’ abandoned in a forest. As fingers shook in a twitch when raising to their face to hold themself in place. As if removing her hands would unravel the mask upon themselves that presented everyday to just get by with a unsteady laugh.

“ You can’t—you can’t be serious. Really.”

It’s almost as if she preferred him to say that he was better off without her. Having someone who WANTED to take the time with her was daunting. No one made that effort. The effort, scared her. Mortified her. Cause she felt the same; wanting to stay, and be around them. So odd to have the same feelings received.

“ Really?” The hope echoing in the shaky question, more for herself than him. Questioning everything and even life. Her expectations have been so relentlessly broken and squashed before. Which is why his words were probably the most endearing she heard in a very long time.

“ No take backsies?”

[raccooncapitaine]

     THE PROCYONID FINDS himself inspecting her expression, and also finds himself-- …well, relatively unsurprised that SHE’S surprised, he supposed. Again, he understood her worries on multiple different fronts. Both on a personal level -- aaand on a SELF-AWARENESS level as well; he’s certainly not ignorant to the fact that his own demeanour can come across as disapproving.

     “ Maybe ! “ he replies rather jovially with a shrug. “ Ya’ wouldn’t be the first person who’s said that t’ me, sooo. “ He tries to-- not brush off the fact that she’s clearly taken aback by his response, but he hopes that his nonchalance about it is enough to convince her that he really, REALLY doesn’t care about that sort of thing. Though, of course, that doesn’t mean he isn’t looking, that he isn’t paying attention.

     While she seems to struggle to wrestle with the fact that he really ISN’T kidding about this, he simply stares back at her, that nigh smirk remaining on his features for the majority of her stammering and questioning. Though, again, it does waver and even fall slightly -- a slip of his casual mien that briefly showed just how close to home this conversation was hitting.

      He shrugs his shoulders again. “ I mean, if you tried to -- oh, I dunno -- BLOW ME UP or somethin’, then mmmaybe I’d reconsider. Maybe. I dunno, hard t’ say; I’ve nearly gotten blown up thanks t’ the folks I hang around before yet we’re still friends, so maybe that’s a bad example. You’ve SEEN the people I hang out with, right ? “ He’s rambling. He’s not really sure where he’s going with this -- there’s a point in there somewhere, but he’s not articulating it all that well. He exhales a small sigh.

“ Lemme put it this way: people are usually dyin’ to get away from ME and my sparklin’ personality -- NOT the other way ‘round. So. Take that for what ya’ will. “

[odysseymarauder]

“ Right.” Oh how she knew. Just finding how amusing his brigade of camaraderie was more like rivaling siblings in competition. Just lighten the mood at the thought of it.

“Oh come. We both know if I tried to blow you up, you’d be a wee bit impressed.” She elbowed him softly when kneeling in a hunch to kid with a playful smirk. Being that was his shtick, it would probably be a proud moment that someone was following in his footsteps. Yet, girl didn’t know a lick of machinery or explosions.

“ Though no one can compete with you in that department.” In the crouch, she settles in just squatting position along his side just gazing outward into the big unknown of the cosmos. How easily he could settle her worry was beyond her. Something about him brought an inner calm. Truly was a gift.

“ —and those schmucks — don’t know a good thing if it slapped them right across the face.” It was a nice change to see she wasn’t the only one that didn’t go on a rambling spree. The effort was extremely appreciated, that it just soften the edges on the walls she put up. Now giving a steady few pats on his shoulder for the support.

“ You are some kind of wonderful, you know that? Maybe — just maybe, we should give ourselves a little more credit? A little more leeway to just be us? Cause the real ones are worth letting in. That’s for sure. By the way, have you eaten? We should catch some grub. Or — whatever. We can just hang too. Whenever. Like, seriously — any time. Just have to call me.”

[odysseymarauder]

“ Aw man. For real? But, the party was just getting started. Can’t we at least bounce about to another pub along the way?”

The brute of a mans injury already forgotten and tossed to the wind. Apparently finding the next drink was more pressing matters.

One thing about Morgane that could be incredibly irking was once she got going, she was rolling. A perpetual force in motion. All or nothing type of gal. Which in hindsight, may not be the best for drinking. As with a dopey pout of the bottom lip, was practically begging Rocket with clasped hands. Why she needed his approval? She was a grown ass adult after all!

“ Come on at least one more sh-HURK!” Shouldn’t have turned her back to them, as blind and impaired caught their collar in the blindness rage! Yelling in a mighty battle cry when choking them out. Yet, in a chain reaction, cause Rocket was holding the arm, they became a human tug of war. Her fingers sliding under to try and release some of the restraint. Getting a little bit hard to breath.

“ -o-okay I see your point.”

Indeed, the ambulance had come in grand time. Along with the bundle of oafs that were looking like they were waiting to pick a fight. Including the man with no hands! Having had one of his mates duct tape knives in their place. A humorous but, deadly presentation and welcome. Morgane pointed at the repurposed hands man, with a wheezed laughter that wasn’t helping the situation. “ HA-HA what kind of lame ass replacement is that? What are you edward knivehands? Freddy Krueger’s deformed and challenged twin? Don’t run with knives! You’ll poke your eye out!”

Sure shut up really quick when the tug caused them to choke, her windpipe sealed tight with the aggressors grip. Starting to look a little purple there as the goons took this time to get closer to pin the two in a closer half circle along the bar. The bystanders slipping through real quick, including the girl that whined some more.

“ I’m SO not paying for that. Better put that on her tab!”

[raccooncapitaine]

     “ NO, NOPE, “ ROCKET quickly interjects as she’s trying to convince him to keep the fun night going.  Again, he recognizes trouble when he sees it, and oh -- THEY WERE IN DEEP, right now. “ We gotta head out, right n---- !! “

     He’s interrupted whenever he’s suddenly yanked forward at the same time she’s yanked back. The hold on her doesn’t exactly last long, given that he’s standing ( and somewhat swaying ) on an unstable seat; as soon as he’s pulled forward, he loses his grip and lands facedown on the floor. Which, by the way, DEFINITELY didn’t feel good. He definitely just banged his muzzle right off the floor when he did that -- quickly sitting back up and clutching onto it with a muffled groan. He’s distracted from his own pain only when he happens to glance up and notice that she’s currently in a chokehold.

     “ Hey, hey ! “ he shouts, getting back onto unsteady paws. “ Let her go !  C’mon, man, this is completely--! “ Her burst of laughter startled him a little, and her point prompted him to swing his head around to see what she was looking at. His ears pinned back in realization -- oh, yeah. That was definitely an unhappy crowd. They have definitely overstayed their welcome.

     “ No-- quit provoking them, please ! “ he tries to tell her ( at which point he can’t help but wonder when he suddenly became the voice of reason !? ), only to find himself narrowly getting hit with a glass from across the room, causing him to instinctively duck. He looked briefly at the bright liquid that splattered on the counter wall behind him -- BIG MISTAKE. By the time he turned around again, he suddenly found that he was being grabbed by some vexed patron.

     “ HEY ! “ the procyonid yelled angrily. Obviously he didn’t much appreciate being manhandled -- instantly reaching up to claw at the guy’s wrist, thrashing in his grasp. “ Put me DOWN, you sonuva-- “ One good thrust, and he swung forward, jutting a foot out and kicking his assailant right in the jaw. It was a pretty darn good kick, too -- causing the man to emit a surprised and pained grunt before dropping him. Rather than falling onto the floor again, he managed to catch and cling onto the counter, scrambling onto it and getting back to his feet. As soon as he was up there, he found himself looking around at the situation once more. Enraged people with beef against them closing in; Morgane notably running out of oxygen during all of this.

     He can’t help out an exhausted sigh, knowing well that what he’s about to do is increeeedibly stupid and is just gonna make things WORSE. And how he managed to do this on a near nightly basis prior to joining the team of misfits that he has, he has NO idea.

     With a single, swift motion, he pulled out the firearm from the concealed pouch near his leg, holding it straight up over his head and FIRING it at the ceiling. Bits of it exploded and fell downwards as debris and dust upon impact.

“ Alright, everybody clear the FLARK out, RIGHT. NOW ! “

[odysseymarauder]

Surely that was the meal ticket to get the patrons off their mob mentality, cause no one wanted to get blasted out of the equation. Mister vision impaired retracted to set up their hands in surrender. Surrender to the opposite direction, which one of his buds had to shift him back to the original spot so he was facing in the proper direction.

“ Okay, okay — we don’t want no trouble.”

Morgane once freed bended forward to let out a cacophony of gasping coughs. The red mark prominent on her fair and delicate skin. Rubbing the area that stung with a fiery irritation. The mark could have been passed as a red choker of some sort.

She too, was putting up her hands as if that wasn’t her buddy. Maybe cause in her clouded brain she assumed she was the one at fault. Yet, only took her a second to realize who was firing up the joint. As she was still letting out a new type of laughter, one of chilling chuckles. Chuckles that just didn’t seem too natural. One that were moderately unsettling and eery in the frighten silence. Having her face bent downward from the world and hair covering any slither of what expression lay upon her face.

What emotion she was currently truly expressing was a mystery. Honestly, was freaking many of the closest out. Many shielding themselves behind the other in cowardice or safety, as the whole bars tension could be cut with a knife. It cut just enough to part the sea of patrons for the two to make through.

As with the longest inhale of air, Morgane composed themselves long enough to push back into standing with a settled smile. Hiding the fact, that she started to see double vision from the centripetal force of flinging themselves to the walk.

“ You bet ya don’t or you’ll get your comeuppance. The whole lot of ya.”

A walk that sauntered over to a fellow, with lulled eyes when giving a good playful smack. The smack the second time around being more firm with a slight snap to its whip. Before deciding his drink was redeemable enough to steal. As they plucked it away to sip with a wink.

“ Anyways — happy trails.” Morgane spun around to cheers the crowd, sloshing some of the contents out before getting a good gulp in at the entrance.

“ Come on Rocket. Let’s blow this popsicle stand.”

[odysseymarauder]

Tough break.

Guess corralling the fib into a more stretched out truth only made them unreliable. Each specified word dragged their heart further into the ground, leaving scuffs into the soul. Morgane personally took all those as truths, and mildly nodded in agreement. She’d take them openly to make ways to improvement, as she has always does. Now retracting themselves out of the bow to stand maturely to take any more lashing. Hands behind their back as a cadet would to speak in order.

“ Yes. Lady Hellbender.”

Morgane now learning that honesty went a long ways for this tamer of beasts. Now shutting her eyes with a mulled sigh; for it would take some time to explain her situation. Not very easy to be simple when your whole life has become unorthodox. Or better yet, unsafe. Her truth would surely be their undoing. Yet, what choice did she have?

“ — my crew. My team. Has a different outlook of who I am. They assume that I am cutthroat as the bunch of them. They’ve grown suspicious. So, I was given the task to obtain something of value to prove my loyalty. From your domain. I can not return to my ship until I bring forth something mesmerizing. Something that you lady hellbender would find worthy or I’ll truly will lose my head.”

Either way, she was in a handful of trouble. Now rubbing their neck to prepare for mutilation from either side. Just two different types of beasts.

“ I was just planning to hide in your shelter for the long haul till they grew bored of me. Then when within that time, slip into one of your charter ships and seek asylum in some world. Yet, seems even that I can’t do right.”

[eievuimultimuse]

     THE QUEEN SCRUTINIZED Morgane diligently as she spoke this time. There was no denying that Hellbender was a woman of her WORD; she was clearly searching for signs that she was being lied to further, for the first WHIFF of a fib would undoubtedly be enough to send her straight back into a merciless rage once more. However, given that Morgane had taken her strict orders to heart, Hellbender naturally found no such deception in her speech.

     “ There you go, “ she practically coos once the other is finished speaking, scarred lips turned up slightly in a smirk ( though, make no mistake, it was far from FRIENDLY ). “ Was that so HARD ? “ Her demeanour shifts in that moment; while she’s no doubt still a predator in how she carries herself, she is no longer on the prowl, no longer attempting to intimidate the person before her. When she makes her strides, she is relaxed, lazily using her oversized weapon as no more than a walking stick.

     “ Well, you obviously are not getting anything of MINE. That much is certain. “ Her words still carry a sharpened edge -- a stern reminder that though her temper no longer flared, this was not an amicable conversation in any sense -- but otherwise, she stated it as a simple fact of the matter.

     She hums when considering Morgane’s actual plan. “ Not your brightest idea, is it ?  Crawling straight into the belly of the beast ? “ she asks in a rather cheeky way, a small bit of laughter in her tone. She soon exhales a gentle sigh, that smile forming into something crueler -- angrier. “ Your crew, on the other hand, has committed a graver offense than you have, if you believe that. You might be the one trespassing, but if they are the ones who proposed stealing from me -- well ! “

     She’s bending down now, so that she can look Morgane in the eye. “ That won’t do. “ She’s smiling still, but her tone is ---- THREATENING, to say the least. It falls shortly before she continues, “ If what you say is the truth -- which I can tell it is -- then I see no reason not to hunt them down and STRIKE THEM DEAD. After all, if they’re ballsy enough to try it once, then they’ll only keep coming, yes ? “ She straightens up again, and with it that grin of hers reappears. “ Now, that would solve BOTH of our problems, wouldn’t it ? “

[odysseymarauder]

Exponentially hard. The eggshells they walked upon were more barbed wire and broken glass at this point. She truly brought shame upon themselves for throwing the crew under the bus. What kind of lily-liveried spineless fool was she to go so low? The blood draining from their face, losing color under the painted features. She was never worthy for the title, captain.

Yet, they were the ones that put her in this slippery slope of a pickle. Karma did have their consequences. So, why did she feel so incredulously guilty? It was practically clawing at her innards. She never wanted to see anyone hurt or be the cause.

“ The belly of the beast? More was hoping on a sense of mutualism or commensalism.” Even though, it would be such an easy off to just leave the team to their devices, she just couldn’t. Humility drawing them to their moral code to scrap anymore courage.

“ — I-it would but, perhaps there is a way to make them peons for your defenses? Why maim when you can gain? Give them a reason to never even consider the notion. They just need to be broken. Crack the whip. Then surely they will be pulled into line.”

Though then again what good would a team be that already had the intent to ransack your prized exotic creatures? “ — it’s just —- if I am continuing on this truth and honesty roll, it’s my civic duty to go down with my ship. Actions speak louder than words and I was the one that acted. Not them. So, I can’t just let that happen. I can’t have anyone’s blood on my hands.”

And she was yet to do so or ever will. A killer virgin. Not a murderer in the least.

[raccooncapitaine]

@odysseymarauder LIKED THIS FOR A STARTER !

     HE CAN’T REMEMBER the last time he would have seen her. Certainly some time before he and his team ventured out to respond to that distress signal. Before he chose to take Groot and go off with some guy he hardly knew in hopes of defeating that purple son of a scut. Before he watched Groot vanish before his very eyes. Before he found out that he lost basically everyone; that it couldn’t be reversed. Before the GUILT of his decision, of his not BEING THERE with them set in…you get the point.

     It’s been well over a year since then. He’s been…BUSY to say the least. Trying to pick up the broken pieces, keeping up his duties as a Guardian. It’s a LOT harder when there’s only two of you, that’s for sure. Especially in a time of crisis such as this, where everyone is suffering, where everyone is in need of assistance as a consequence of these circumstances -- he could only be in so many places at once. Many probably think it a MIRACLE that he hasn’t thrown in the towel yet. And maybe he should have. After all that the galaxy took from him, why should he continue to protect it ?

     ( The answer’s really simple, actually. That d’asted guilt. That heaviness in his aching heart. It won’t allow him to quit. )

     Another impromptu visit to some random location -- some folks whose defenses were severely crippled when half their population went down, leaving them vulnerable to attacks from neighbouring threats. One would think that Snap would have crippled said threats as well, but apparently not enough to make a difference for them ( which-- hey, if that bastard were still around, maybe that’s what he’d have wanted, seeing as he seemed so clearly obsessed with death enough to do something like this ). If his team were still present, they’d be able to take care of it the old-fashioned way. But even as capable as the two of them are, it’s simply unreasonable to get too deeply involved. The most he can do is give them some shiny new parts for their systems and hope for the best.

     He’s sticking around, at least for the next little bit -- essentially waiting on call while they run tests on his tech to see if it’s up to snuff. When he exits the large building, his remaining team member heads back to the ship for the time being while he decides to stay in town. As soon as it’s just him, he’s running a hand down his face, and becomes mildly aware of the bags under his eyes that seem to have only grown deeper with each passing day. He’s started noticing white hairs -- a lot more than usual. It’s clearly getting to him, but he’d never admit it. He’s resigned himself to the fact that he’s going to keep going until something abruptly gives out and he physically CAN’T anymore.

     He exhales a deep sigh through his nose, choosing to lean his back against the wall with his arms crossed. He people-watches, observing how people come and go, how some of them seem to go about their day despite everything that’s happened, how clearly these streets were MUCH busier once upon a time. Watches as they pass by the shops across the street from him, trickling in and out. His eyes nearly glazed over as he did so, until they were nothing more than mere blurs in his vision.

     That was, until he recognized a flash of auburn somewhere in the midst of it. It was enough to snap him out of it, his heart THUDDING harshly in SHOCK in his chest, his eyes lighting up in a way that they haven’t in a while. He’s lost so much, and he hasn’t seen her in such a long while, that he assumed she, too, was likely GONE. He’s almost AFRAID to give himself hope right now. But he’d recognize her anywhere. He KNOWS it.

     Before he even registers his own movements, he’s rushing forward, darting across the street ( and, somehow, despite there being fewer vehicles on the road, there’s one that stops just short of hitting him, blaring its horn right at him. He doesn’t care, though; he pays it no mind ). He’s grateful for how thin the crowd is when he does reach the other side, because it means that he hasn’t lost her in the confusion, and he doesn’t have to shove past so many people to even get in earshot. As soon as he does, the name leaves his mouth in a shout -- desperate, elated, voice nearly BREAKING yelling it, like he’s very nearly about to CRY ( and hell, he very well still might, because holy crap, he didn’t know she was still out there somewhere ):

     “ MORGANE !? “

[odysseymarauder]

The holsters on her straps clanked on the battered battle suit the woman wore, when the sound of something lost rang from a distant memory. In the inner crevice of their own soul, from the darkness of her mind, it drew them out from the mundane task she routinely crossed. Having day to day not strayed from this path. Not even to create conversation or initiate some variety of creativity that she once possessed. An empty shell of ones self that was just another person in the crowd.

Having turn in an almost robotic fashion along with the few gravitating to the attention of the noise. Her eyes glazed in an almost absent stare towards one she considered precious. The eyes bore no glimmer of life that still continued to process what was before them. The body yes, was there but, was the mind?

Thanos created much more psychological dilemmas within the woman, causing an emotional distress and collapse to the psyche. It was like an inner switch turn off anything that would cause them to be wrung up in anymore despair. Her past drawing them inward to continue to bury the hard truth. She assumed all was normal, that the population hadn’t been cut exponentially. That everything was what it should be. Nothing had changed and found solace in seeking this comfort. A false comfort.

A life where Rocket did not exist or was never involved. He was just as real as an imaginary friend. Or so she thought.

This comfort was the last slither of hope that was unraveling by a slither of a single thread, which he provoked. Just by the sight of Rocket alone. What should have been absolute joy given his way was wild hostility with a madman’s fear. Finally cracked and lost it, when her firearm quickly raised to his direction.

“ GET BACK! YOU AREN’T REAL! YOU ARE IN MY HEAD! YOU AREN’T REAL! NO! NO! NOTHING IS REAL!”

All the others around knew to take shelter or run away, as Morgane began to tap her the weapon to the flat of their cheek. The other hand covering the other side of the ear in a continuous pat. Muttering soft nonsense of insanity of reality being an obstruct of the mind. Upon the facial features, showed the truth that not all could handle the baring weight and stay strong like Rocket could be. Walking backwards away while shouting for everyone to stay back as she took this opportunity to flee.

Flee from what she couldn’t control or handle. Change was a burden, even a joyous happy one. If she were left alone long enough after this, she was surely forget all this had occurred and go back to repeating the same walking cycle. A dull, routined, and normal life.

[themasquemacabre]

There had been a disturbance in the night, one that woke him from his slumber like a knocking at his door. But this was no mere rapping of knuckles upon wood. An unknown someone encroached upon his lands and the Labyrinth had stirred in warning. He had wasted no time in rising from silken sheets, taking the form of an owl to glide on silent, moonlit wings. What could it be? No Fae would wander so close unannounced, and none had been invited. No mortals had summoned him, no babes taken in years. An enemy scout, perhaps? He was not at war, but that did not mean that he did not have enemies or rivals who might seek to do him and his kingdom harm... But one would think that they would have done better than to be detected immediately upon entering his kingdom. He was powerful, but there were always ways around wards. As the Labyrinth's king flew over golden walls and perfect, trimmed hedges, he cast a glance downward. There was little movement below; most of the denizens of his kingdom slept on, unaware of the intrusion. Not for the first time, he felt a flicker of frustration and worry. It was a good thing he had erected magical defenses and alarms to warn him of potential danger; the Labyrinth might have presented a challenge to enemies, but his citizens were bumbling, his army disorganized. He wasn't a fool. The only things that stood between them and annihilation were him and the Labyrinth itself. He followed the pull, his bond with his kingdom guiding him to the spot just outside of its walls. There, on the edge of the decrepit forests that ringed the Goblin Kingdom, he could see a woman with auburn hair. A mortal? He supposed it wasn't unheard of, a human wandering into the Underground, but it certainly was rare. How had she come to be here? Rather than throw caution to the wind, he alighted in the branches of a nearby tree to observe. One could never be too careful. As a master of traps and tricks, he knew better than to risk falling into one himself. He would wait and see how she behaved when she believed herself to be alone. @odysseymarauder

[odysseymarauder]

Morgane clearly had no designated plot or plan; from the looks of it, she was bumbling just as the citizens. Her aimless wandering led them to be hugged tightly close to the crumbling cobble stone that led into a quarry. Just doing the best to just focus at the problem at hand; just get across. The vines playing a crucial role to reacquaint with some stability to find more ground. She assumed on the other side, things would be a better; for the grass was always greener if you were determined enough.

One more step cause then to let out a frighten gasp as her footing was lost, dangling dangerously off the expansive plummet. Feet blindly tried to touch the next able brick with reckless abandon.

Legs ached, the spinal chord throbbed, and blisters accumulated all over the ankles. In this strenuous trek she did her best to muster a grumble in reassurance. “ Don’t worry Morgane. On this other side is a bed with a working shower. With an elaborate banquet of treats and a medical kit with all the bells and whistles. Yes, that’s it.”

A far stretch of hope, with way too much optimism, but, did get them to push just a little bit more to swing and hoist themselves on the reworked path. One that was night and day from before. At least, one that she could walk on without held breath.

Her perspiration was gargantuan, as the work out got them to swipe away accumulation on the upper brow. She could just kiss the very ground she stood upon! Yet, time was of the essence.

It was best to press on. Get closer to the castle. For a king resided in the center, or so was she was told. A great one of skills and magic beyond imagination that could bless her with a wish. Her sought off reason for not just staying stationary in the village where it was most safe.

“ Oh yes — back home with my loved ones, back to a normal routine. No impending doom at every corner. Comfortably cozy in my silly pajamas with dogs on bikes that I love so much.”

For someone who went to so many dimensions, she just couldn’t return back to their own. Morgane needed answers! She had to at least find out the truth that she so desperately craved.

[raccooncapitaine]

@odysseymarauder | CONTINUED.

     HE TWITCHES AN ear at her words. The jab ( what he perceived as a jab, anyway ) at his atypical appearance didn’t faze him -- you have any idea how many comments he’s received over the years ?  Enough to accept that it’s quite monstrous, even by most INTERGALACTIC standards. ( He does briefly wonder if he should inform her that he’s technically hairless, though. As funny as it’d be, he decides against it. ) It was more the mention of ‘MY’ Rocket that prompted the ear twitch, actually. And, what’s more, his confusion actually seemed to subside somewhat when she stated that, his quirked brow lowering into a slight furrow.

     “ Ah, flark, “ he mutters under his breath, shaking his head. “ You’re one of them MULTIDIMENSIONAL TYPES or whatever, ain’t ya’ ? “ Judging by his reaction, this wasn’t the first time the possibility of other worlds ( along with other versions of HIMSELF ) have been mentioned around him. If anything, he almost sounds exasperated the moment he catches on. Gold eyes appear to momentarily scrutinize her while she continues to speak, narrowing them and tilting his head slightly, seeming almost distrustful.

     This scrutinizing is briefly interrupted only when his gaze follows her turning the crook over to check for signs of life -- something he’s also fairly used to, frankly. Who could blame her ?  He gave those guys a pretty darn good beatdown; they’re probably lucky to just have some busted limbs and missing teeth, all things considered. He doesn’t even bother reassuring her that he definitely didn’t kill them -- more often than not, no one takes his word for it anyway, so.

     “ No, “ he answers straightforwardly. “ Though, I’m sure that won’t stop ya’ -- rarely does for other people. “ His tone, surprisingly enough, isn’t annoyed; it seems he’s more just stating a fact than anything. He crosses his arms -- a position that is clearly intended, if even on a subconscious level, to close himself off from her -- and spares another glance at her up and down. That suspicion in his eye seems to ease up, if only a touch; he tilts his chin upwards at her.

“ So…ya’ weren’t lookin’ for ME specifically, then, I take it ? “ There’s almost a hint of relief in his tone at the prospect, having caught on that if she wasn’t even aware of just WHAT exactly the procyonid-hybrid was, then his services weren’t being sought out again. “ ‘Cause, lemme tell ya’, if ya’ were, I’d have t’ tell ya’ that I ain’t interested. “

[odysseymarauder]

“ Guilty as charged. You got me. Take me away to inter dimensional jail. If there is such a thing.”

Proudly jesting arms to oneself and span out to the world, leading to them preparing the figment cuffs ready to be applied on the wrist. Wasn’t long before she swayed them down to dance along with her body motion. Rising and falling on the balls to the points of their toes in a seesaw. Acting very nonchalant and at ease with the fellow even with the scene. She just wanted to make sure he got the point that her intentions were none of harm, aggression or, elusive flattery. Just a being catching up as if they’d known each other for years to come. After all, she felt most comfortable around the raccoon for his realist approach. How different was this one? A curious matter to investigate.

“ Just know I won’t ever do anything that you don’t want. Never do.“

Her eyes smiled with impish delight before turning their back to them. Another sign she was giving that she was willing to lay exposed to an attack and show their submissive state.

“ Well, not intentionally that is.”

Better time than ever to tell a random fact —

“ Y’know, my shifts in dimensions are completely at random. One day I wake up, and just POOF appear. Different time. Different place. Different universe. It doesn’t matter. If it has the living, my body will follow into the unknown. Guess the fates decided that today you need my attention. What luck.” With that, she is doing just that. First cupping under the pits of the one they previously nudge with a grunt. Dragging them along to hoist them into a place not so out in the open.

“ Suppose the first order of business is — to rearrange the scene as if isn’t some battle royale. Wouldn’t you say? Then let’s reconvene to bumps heads on the next set of plans.” She plops the attacker in his unconscious state on a stoop. Now looking more just like a drunken partygoer passed out than one that just got humiliatingly annihilated in battle.

[odysseymarauder]

What does you pain look like?

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