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ʙᴜᴛ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ʜᴀʟꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ…

ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴ’ ᴅɪᴀʙᴏʟɪᴄᴀʟ.

ᴀꜱ ꜱᴋɪɴɴᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴅᴀɴɴᴀ

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𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

ᴴᵉᵃʳᵗᵇʳᵉᵃᵏᵉʳ, ˢᵒᵘˡ ˢʰᵃᵏᵉʳ, ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘ…

𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚

【ᴿᵉᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵈᵘᵉ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᶜᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵉˡᵉᵗⁱᵒⁿ】

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uccisore‌:

❛ 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐃𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄. you went from being intimidating to being a coward. ❜

irony; ———- the hunter becoming the hunted. is that nerves showing? as though she had felt a moment of fear when realizing that jane was someone [ or something ] that was beyond the power she wielded. the ceo smirks further as she made a slow approach to the other, gloved finger curled around the trigger that was just begging to release a bullet. a light chuckle escaped as jane narrowed her eyes.

❛ is that your way of asking for help? you have no manners and i have no patience for people who try to make me feel things they have no right to control. but, i’ll humor you; how do you need my help? because if you’re asking for help in becoming a new test subject then you’re already well on your way on becoming one. ❜

No. She had worked far too hard and waited far too long to become a mere toy to a mad scientist, a fate for which she had evaded for onward ten years. The very thought of that twisted the corners of her

“Well I’m not entirely looking to die. That hardly benefits me,” Vanessa spoke honestly, albeit with that flair of arrogance she always wielded. She kept both of her eyes on Jane firmly. The gun didn’t bother her so much as the woman who wielded it. If she was shot, she would have no way to get out of this. There was no retaliation she could perform on this...inhuman woman.

“I need to find someone. I need documents. I need connections. You have a hand in the filth of society, right?” Yet now she had no means to physically force her to grant her what she needed. What then, she could only rely on, was her tongue to worm her way to where she needed to be. “I need that filth.”

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arirna

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i-bring-the-thunda-mothafucka

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uccisore‌:

𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘, 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆. the repulsive claw of pain that breathed down their neck, the atrocity of being looked down on as though jane davis was the weaker of the two. the power of her own began to ripple, body no longer human bound would allow what was once tender flesh would be machine. waves of eletronic waves bounced from their own body as they turned their back to face the other one on one.

a smile ———- or was it a snarl? ❛ i don’t care if your feelings got hurt, but if you want to pick a fight when you don’t have the balls to do it in my face, then i won’t mind sparing you a few moments so i can tear your throat out. ❜ and from the confines of her purse would a gun be pulled, soon to be pointed to the other in absolute need to drive her wrath down the woman’s throat.

Vanessa froze. She actually froze. Never once had her abilities fallen to uselessness like this. Jane should be writhing on the floor, shrieking in agony against the dirt and pavement, not standing here with a gun in her hand. What she’d bore witness to seemed as though it came from within her very body.

“How did you do that?” she breathed. What have you done to yourself? Are you even human anymore?

This had gone south and fast. If she couldn’t be used or manipulated, then she was better dead. Thing was, Vanessa never had use to carry around weapons on her person with an ability such as hers. That left her barehanded against a woman with a gun and whatever ability that was. She could always numb herself to pain and then rush her down, fight for the gun and then take care of things. But she’d probably be shot in the process at least once. And where would she go for treatment? Being a wanted criminal made things a little more difficult. This just was not her day.

“Listen. I was just trying to talk to you. I need your help.”

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uccisore‌:

❛ —— NO. you aren’t someone i am interested in talking in. ❜ the steps out of the large building made a pleasant sound as their own heels tapped away on the pavement. purse, and gun underneath, resided beside her coat while gloved hands pushed back hair from her shoulder. eyes as sharp as steel narrow to the woman, a look of annoyance masked with neutral stare was given as the ceo gave a small lift of her own head at the other’s direction with mild curiosity. only a few moments was spared before jane turned away from the other, walking down the street with one gloved hand waving behind her to dismiss the woman.

❛ unless you are planning on pulling something out of your ass to grab my attention, i think i am fine without starting a conversation with you. ❜ it was always hard to find someone worth talking to and with the amount of money jane had, it wasn’t hard to escape sticky situations, so whatever she did pull, jane most likely had a counter. ❛ don’t hang around my building. it’s weird. ❜

The complete and utter rudeness of Jane Davis was taken in relative stride. No matter of comeback or flare of fury to be seen despite the blatant disrespect this woman would cast upon her. It was fine really. No, it was more than that. It was almost expected. Well, not quite like this but evident enough. Someone like this wasen’t going to be pleasant to deal with. It was just a matter of figuring out which kind of creature she would be dealing with. A scorpion it is.

Rather than giving Jane an option to cease, as she was quite certain she wouldn’t even if Vanessa bothered to call after her, instead she removed all fallacy of choice entirely. A burning, electrocuting pain would overtake her for a breath, and then another. Decidedly, she kept such vile, overwhelming sensations going for at least 15 seconds. The increased vibrations flowing through her from the agony she was causing was satisfying. “I don’t appreciate being treated like some matter of trash on your doorstep, Jane.”

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“You think, you think you’re pretty smart, But I can cause a little pain, She wraps the cord around her arm, Tries hard to find the little vain.”

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lietulietas

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deliciousfear‌:

IT blinks big eyes at her,

“IS it the height? I hear it is rather unsettling for some.”

@painweaver // closed

“Maybe so.” True enough she’d never encountered someone as towering outside of prison before, but it didn’t bother her. The way she held her level gaze when speaking with the taller, rather becoming gentleman gave impression enough of that. It was the way his vibrations felt to her. It was the smallest of differences, but a difference nontheless. She wondered if there would be an difference were she to cause him great pain. There was no true business in it nor purpose. Curiosity was what brought about preying eyes and she was never one to deny it when such a welcome feeling parted the waves of utter apathy or the ceaseless craving for absolution.

“Or maybe I just find you interesting.”

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afirethatneverburnstoembers‌:

@painweaver

░░░ ◦ ◦ ◦ ⽕ ! ░░░ ❝ I guess you heard right– I can track down just about anyone, yeah? ❞ Hotaru spared a small glance towards the other woman, a hint of curiosity in her eyes. She looked her up and down to judge just what she’s dealing with; nothing of a threat, she thought. ❝ Whaddaya need? ❞

Silently, Vanessa pulled forth a single 6/8′’ photograph from the pocket of her pants and presented it to her. It showed a comely young man of indiscernible age with thick, smooth brown hair and large, warm honey eyes. He could easily be mistaken for a celebrity of some kind with such handsome, youthful features.

“His name is Eli Cardale.” A steely texture came about her otherwise pleasant voice as though she were caressing a blade’s edge with it. His lips pulled thin as she smiled sardonically.“These days he goes by Eli Ever.”

Jealousy of the alliteration she’d had of her name, such alliteration she thought more comical than pleasant, seemed inane. But Eli was aweful inane, it turned out. Of course he would wish to take that from her too. Use her for parts and toss away her memory. Earn your powers and your tragedy then throw me to the wolves, dear Eli. She hoped it wouldn’t have been that easy, though she was certain he tried.

“You may have heard of him before. He thinks of himself as the voice of God.” He performed sermons and ‘miracles’ on a computer website called Youtube to a large following. We’re talking millions of hits every video. When she’d first set eyes on the program, no words could be spoken. Was she supposed to laugh? To cry? It all felt very surreal. She didn’t do anything of the sort, though. She just sat, and watched. The programs were recorded in secrecy without a real live audience but the miracles he’d performed upon himself were true enough, just as it was true that this boy who looked no older than a high schooler was as old as she. Vanessa was able to discern it was somewhere with plenty of sun by his warmed tan and, judging by his increased lust for attention, somewhere with plenty of people. But other than that....With no funds to speak of, having been cut off from her family from the moment her freedom was seized, there was little she could do on her own.

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nuclearchacs‌:

“All that is not understood is deemed mad.” The minds of rabid dogs drifting through life like little drones, could often not fully comprehend the scope of such horrible things, even with proper context the things were, by design, incomprehensible to the small and feeble minds of mankind. Eyes keep focus on her, as an uncomfortable silence takes hold between the two of them for a moment.

“It is not a mad prophet screaming profanities to the wind. It is what those who growl like rabid dogs utter and profane about. Lurker in the darkness, o’ great nuclear chaos before it all.” It hummed, not a delightful or contemplative sound. It’s a maddening drone as it closes some distance between the two of them, soft bony digits raising to cup the face of the woman, having no mind or respect for whatever personal space.

“Interesting abilities you have.” The altered structure of DNA, the way synapses fired, it all gave way to an ability that Azathoth theoretically could have use for in a pledge if it so chose to bestow such an honor– Though it’d never end good for whomever pledged to it. “Speak your name, or it will read it from your mind anyway.”

Vanessa did not feel things like most people, and this had nothing to do with the fact she could control pain like a thermostat either. There had always been a disconnect between that of what she thought and what she felt that left her emotionally barren behind a wall that could be seen through but never touched. She was not without emotions, but never would she experience the full vitality they offered others. She had long supposed that may lend itself to sociopathy, but what, exactly, could be done about that if it was or wasen’t? Despite how badly she wished she could feel for others and herself on the scale that everyone else had been able to, it would would only ever be a drop in sink to an overflowing bathtub.

So it would come to a great, undeniable surprise when she felt her heart throb with something twistedly uncomfortable. She’d felt something like it once when she’d killed her best friend, again when she’d been arrested for the very first time. That was years ago now. A decade here and gone. So maybe it was the time muffling the sensation, but Vanessa was quite certain she’d never felt it to such a degree before now even in those moments. Over this woman here.

Decidedly, she chose not to share her name just to see if there were any merits to this play, but she had a feeling that it would prove true just as it would prove that that pang of terror was not baseless. The vibrations under her skin thrummed loudly.

“It’s rude to touch other people without asking and then demand a name from them. I don’t even know who I’m talking to.” Her long, lithe hand sets upon the other’s and gently pushes it down to move it from her flesh. ”Tell me your name and I’ll tell you mine.”

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@crimescupid

“I’m not interested in imprisoning you, Harleen. I want your help.”

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“The liquor here isn’t very good, is it?” It was a rare moment indeed for Vanessa to engage in small talk. She had been known for most of her life for her quiet nature, for which had become even more reclusive since her time in prison, but there was a thing to that. She had also learned how much even someone as separated from the rest of humanity as herself required something other members of her race did. Company. And, my, she must have been in sore need for it to engage in it at a bar of all things. Oh well. If it turned unfortunate, there was plenty of liquor at hand. Or, there was the option to least whilst their gums flapped. As was the symptom of a mind such as hers, it was constantly moving in many directions at once without fail with thoughts entertained and discarded more often than the beats her heart took.

Vanessa shifted on her stool, leaning a bit inward as though she were sharing a secret though there were at least 2 stools between them and didn’t change her speaking voice in the least. “I think they may be mixing their bottles with bilge water.”

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