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[savioresque]

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃   SAVIORESQUE   ⁝   a multimuse writing hub for @capehood. explicit mature content will be present, containing themes of violence and sexual nature.

ACTIVE ROSTER.

legion, levi wolfe // aaron johnson. maestro, shephard lord // belmont cameli. kagami, akeno kureha // mackenyu. killswitch, fallon zilkha // fabien frankel. warlord, saint gutterson // charlie hunnam. galahad, wilhelm godkin // stephen kalyn. checkpoint, taylan kezkin // oktay cubuk. gambit, hollis navarette // michael cimino. primetime newscaster, bellamy churchyard // jesse williams.

RETIRED / KILLED IN ACTION.

renaissance rogue, salvador luz. hive, oleksandr valentin.

[heroescue]

（     •°•  ⚠  •°•         /        ⭑      ）suffice  to  say,  shit  has  been  hectic  in  the  span  of  the  last  week  or  two.  and  shanii  felt  like  something  from  hell  had  made  it  out  from  the  bounds  underground  and  up  to  earth.  which  is  why  they  went  to  check  on  the  one  person  they  feared  already  suffered  religious  psychosis  to  a  slightly  troubling  extent.  but  they  do  not  come  just  to  lick  their  wounds  and  soothe;  they  have  very  prominent  news  to  share  as  well.  but  first,  the  twister  calamity  does  check  in,  giving  their  assurance  of  shep's  losses  in  regards  to  their  famed  puppets  in  the  horde.  “  I  heard  you  lost  father  and  sister  …  I'm  sorry,  shep.  ”  they  knew  single-handedly  that  the  living  puppeteer  put  a  lot  of  blood,  sweat,  &  tears  into  executing  the  designs.  but  shanii  would  let  those  puppets  become  wood  chips  if  it  meant  that  the  maestro  of  them  was  still  breathing. 

“  but  don't  worry;  you're  gonna  have  a  lot  more  material  and  upgrade  to  remake  them.  you  probably  haven't  heard,  but  there's  a  new  leader  of  the  overlords.  ”  facade,  or  leif  by  their  own  relationship.  “  we've  …  I've  done  some  business  with  him,  and  it's  been  very  lucrative.  now,  we've  got  a  very  extended  spot  to  join  it;  he's  got  most  of  those  false  masker's  resources  and  firepower.  ”  just  to  show  the  benefits  right  up  front.  “  we  wouldn't  have  to  worry  about  funds,  placement,  or  resources:  we'd  have  it  all.  ” 

@savioresque. 

[savioresque]

🪆           *           ﹕ㅤㅤ    it was a sad thing to lose something that belonged to him so such a long, long time, but oddly enough, shephard didn't feel too beaten up about it anymore. loss wasn't new, since he had been shunned by the people who raised and lifted him up to the same pedestal he fell from, since he had pushed away the best friend he ever had from such a tumultuous childhood. and shephard was perfectly fine with this life with dune and typhoon, as they understood one another better than anyone else could, so maybe he saw loss as just a new door now. another beginning. " nothing to be sorry about. everything happens for a reason, " he responded with a small smile, repeating the same words he hoped his father had told him, instead of disowning him from the radiant revelations. and shanii didn't have to ask twice, because he would've followed regardless. because he would've followed regardless. and shep was almost certain dune would do the same. but still, he listened, nodding along. " facade poaching all those people is bound to cause tension with whatever remains of false mask society, " it wasn't really a word of warning, just an inevitability he saw. and if anything, his eyes gleamed with excitement at the prospect. conflict with villains had always been more exciting, so devoid of that sanctimonious self-righteousness most heroes possessed. it was just some raw fucking opposition of interests. " but if it affords us better resources and better connections, then why the fuck not? i need to get my hands on those illegal synthetic alloy from the black market anyway. real expensive stuff. i heard the biddings go up to millions, but they're nearly indestructible. "

[savioresque]

🚬           *           ﹕ㅤㅤ    it was already quarter after nine, and yet he still stood just outside the bar's entrance, shoulders pressed against the old brickwork, a cigarette burning betwixt fingers, while his other hand held onto a paper cup of coffee that had stopped pretending to be hot long ago. of course, the informant was late... some fucking twitchy accountant who apparently used to work for hive, so desperate to grow a conscience, but also so desperate to stay alive after realizing the remnants of syndicate might consider loose ends to be simple biodegradable trash. but fallon waited anyway, decided to give the man another ten minutes before deciding he was either dead or terrified, or both. but then somebody screamed. which was far from surprising since this was halcyon after all, and yet it was almost automatic how he cursed at himself under his breath and took one last prolonged drag of his cigarette before his legs took him closer to the danger. curiosity   was   going to   get   him   killed   someday, fallon was fucking sure of it. because no matter how much   people   loved   to   romanticize   that   trait   in   people like him, it   was   just   another   flavor   of   self-destructive   behavior. same   shit   as   him smoking a pack of cigarettes a day,    except   probably somehow   worse   for   his   life   expectancy. and the closer he got, the more it became clear what people were running away from⸻ a man manically laughing as blackened   portals   spread   across   the   asphalt   in   wet - looking pulsing   circles,   with   thick   tentacles   forcing   themselves   upward,   like   the appendages of a giant octopus except covered in some kind of gelatinous green slime. disgusting. there was almost nothing he could do, especially with how espers seemed to operate in entirely different rules than his power nullification, the tentacles already grabbing people and dragging them across the road. but he supposed he could at least help get people out of there, running toward a nearby priest who was just standing nearby. " c'mon, gotta fuck outta here, padre. " fallon said, clicking his tongue in urgency. because what could he do anyway, throw a bible at that wretched esper? " gotta let   the   heroes   deal   with   this one.    don't think this is   really   something   you   can   pray   away   to   jesus. " @lacemasks

[halcyonsboys]

˙ ˖ ✶ Shephard

Arden felt the shift in Shephard, the moment his body stiffened to something akin to stone, and how he blamed himself for this sudden change, for the thing that would've never happened had he just been there. The room for comfort was painstakingly small, and as he untangled himself from Maestro, he saw the internal struggle in the man, palpable in his eyes, and in the way words seemed to be caught in his throat, as if he were in excruciating pain. A man is only a byproduct of his circumstance, and Shephard's fall had forced him to become something else entirely, shards of his former self put back together with in painstaking efforts to not crumble entirely.

"You were trying to help those people, and heroism isn't pretty, it isn't glamorous, and I know for the rest of the world you seemed to have crossed a line, but when it's do or die, you did all you could." The words felt as if they were torn from his throat as he yelled back in frustration, not caring if the monsters heard. "If a mother died protecting her child and you used her body for her to keep fighting to protect that life, that mother would thank you. It isn't pretty, but it's real, and I just can't accept that you're not my Sheppy anymore, not the same boy who held me when I was nothing but a scared little kid."

"The way you're talking, you're making it seem as if this is goodbye." Arden's words were barely above a whisper as he looked to Maestro, hoping he'd take it all back. Even the Pleiades remained quiet for once, feeling Arden's heart slowly crumble to pieces as Shephard kept closing his fist around it. "I can't," he managed through a choked sob. "Y'know, I had planned to surprise you by joining your team when I came back. I had dreams of all of us making memories together, so now I'm back to where I was when that plane fell, alone and scared."

"At the very least, kiss me one last time."

[savioresque]

🪆           *           ﹕ㅤㅤ    shephard saw this coming, the denial and bargaining instead of accepting his word as truth, how arden always had the stars in his eyes when it came to him. and it had helped him survived their childhood in that commune to have such unconditional support, and although that unwavering belief and kindness had always been what shephard loved about him the most, he couldn't stomach it anymore. he couldn't let arden put him on that pedestal when he wasn't the savior they all lifted him up to be anymore. something inside him had rotten months ago, and he had embraced that feeling⸻ it was either to be food for the worms or spread that rot, and he chose the latter. but at least he wasn't alone, at least he still had dune and typhoon to start over with, to make him feel like he wasn't all by himself in his growing indifference against humanity.

and he knew arden would follow him if he asked, but he'd never do that to him. he never ask him to abandon his morals just because he lost his own. " you can justify it however you want, but it looked wrong. because it was wrong. " there weren't even bodies once he done once the battle was over, and the world saw it⸻ corpses used as shields, as weapons, all obliterated into nothing but gore and scraps of flesh. their loves ones saw their bodies be mutilated and desecrated, like they didn't matter at all. and some nights they talked to him in his dreams, begging and crying, admonishing him for giving their friends and family nothing but a few pounds of flesh to bury. " we're not kids anymore. and i know this isn't what you want, and god knows i didn't want things to be like this either⸻ " shephard shrugged, didn't know what else he could say to push him away, to make sure he wouldn't be tainted by that poison inside him. " ⸻but shit happens. things fall apart. and life takes people in different directions no matter how much they want to stay together. "

he looked away, turning his attention to a toy clown on a nearby shelf, how its smile felt like it was taunting him, but it was better than looking at arden and seeing his heart break apart. it was cowardice, but maybe he needed arden to look at him that way, to think all the worst things about him so he wouldn't come looking for him anymore. " i'm sure we'll see each other again. " just not on the same side. and not as friends. and if arden would need to be the one to take him down, then let it be. " you can still make those memories. you can still have a great life. just not with me. and that's okay. we both know you deserve better. "

and then, he shook his head, another nail in the coffin to make arden hate him. " i'm not going to kiss you. it's better we walk away from this without anything tying us together. "

[taleofendless]

"I knew a great king once." Long, long ago. Leonidas was the sort of man that people would just follow without giving it too much thought. Charismatic, just, always worried about the people rather than his own power. How else would someone inspire such unwavering loyalty in 300 soldiers that followed him to one of the most epic battles that history had ever seen? Yes, Lars had taken some time to inspect the legends regarding his own people and his fallen king a few times in the course of centuries. Leonidas was always painted as a warrior, a king worth following. A legend. He would probably be proud of his prowess as a fighter and leader but definitely pay little to no mind to his current status as a legend. "People nowadays assume it's all … what is the expression?" He paused for a second, a frown forming on his face as he tried to remember that line he had seen on the magic box he now knew it was called television. "Fine and dandy?" Truly, he had seen the weight of the crown. The responsibilities. The politics. It was a lot better to just not rule or follow the commands of a capable king rather than sit on a throne and proclaim a few laws. "I am not saying you would be incapable. You would probably be a nice king from what I could gather. But the pressure would eventually crush you." He had brought other kings and rulers to their knees. History was filled with events like that. "Or you'd become a tyrant - which I doubt since you wield the legendary sword." Another chuckle and before anyone could react - like a viper ambushing a prey - Prometheus lunged to Galahad just to test his reflexes and see how quick he would parry a proximity strike. "Always watch your opponent's feet. It takes a lot of experience to feint with a stance. But considering not everyone uses swords…" From what he could tell, law enforcement and other protectors of the common folk used guns. Long gone were the days of swords, spears and bows. "When dealing with those carrying weapons, the priority is always to keep moving and not provide a window of attack. Disarm them quick. Swords have no place in a gun fight… unless you know how to use them." At least they didn't have to reload those things. "I never liked firearms. Makes the whole fighting point impersonal. Maybe it's my pride as a Spartan talking but I like to be the one guiding my weapon to the target rather than allowing bullets to do so." But then again… bullets wouldn't bring him down, unlike others. "If anything, use me as a shield. Not like firearms can do that much damage to me."

[savioresque]

👑           *           ﹕ㅤㅤ    he might be the wielder of excalibur, but wilhelm had never seen himself as an actual king. sure, the godkin name carried a lot of weight these days, but its power would never fall on him⸻ the company passed to his mother by her father, and then it'd be passed down to wilhelm's older brother once their mother finally had enough dealing with such unruly heroes. and he was perfectly fine being the spare, how it afforded him so much freedom, and so he didn't think too much prometheus' sentiment. he'd never be crushed under pressure because he was always surrounded by his friends who'd never let him carry any burden alone. he'd never be a tyrant, not just because of excalibur but because of the people who inspired him to be good every waking hour.

and he'd never be king, because he failed to see himself as different, as inexplicably better, as the protagonist of a grand self - mythology just because he had a legendary sword. he could be a worthy leader in his own right one day, but wilhelm would like to be followed for his own deeds and strength of character than some divine title passed down to him. " you're wise, but you're also wrong. the pressure won't crush me, " the younger blond laughed, mostly joking and lighthearted, though there could also a sliver of truth in his argument. " hubris is the most common downfall of kings, how they insisted on carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders... " and like muscle memory, the sword suddenly felt lighter in his hand, but he rose it just in time to intercept the surprise attack, redirecting the attack past his shoulder. " ... but i'm not prideful. i let excalibur guide me when i don't know what to do, just like now. i ask for help when i need it. so if i ever somehow become king, which i won't, you better be awake because i doubt anything could crush me if i had a wise old warrior by my side to help me along the way. "

and he listened to the rest of prometheus' lessons and sentiments, shaking his head lightheartedly at the comments about firearms. wilhelm definitely agreed with how those marksman needed to be disarmed as quickly as possible, but his real worry came from the same vein, but much harder to deal with. " people with guns are definitely annoying, but not as annoying as those calamities and malignant espers who don't need guns to hurl shit in your direction, " wilhelm pointed out with a chuckle, sheathing excalibur into its scabbard before walking toward the bench in the corner to grab his water bottle and drink. then, he threw the bottle at prometheus, wasn't even sure if the immortal needed hydration to survive, but it was the polite thing to do anyway. " but let's put a pin in it for today. the sweat's making me feel filthy. " wilhelm said with a ever-sunny smile even when he was tired, rolling his aching shoulders, proud of the work they'd done today. and prometheus surely knew how to put him through it, couldn't ask for a better teacher.

[glossandglory]

dean was more than happy to do something like this. helping making food while everyone pitched in and worked together to get the city back up and running. dean, honestly, spent the last few days completely terrified and not being able to be much help of anything. considering he has now powers or combat skills, he decided that simply staying in a shelter was best until things died down. which, thankfully, it was.

"yeah, pretty much," dean admits with a chuckle and a slight flush to his cheeks. "i like to discuss heroes powers and their strengths and weaknesses. are they a combat hero, a rescue hero, should they divide time between both? and for villains i like to try to keep up with their powers and crime activities." maybe it was unhealthy, but he just thought miracles were cool. regardless of if they were good or evil.

"that's hard to say," he admits when the other asked who has great potential. "some heroes work better as a rescue hero, and some work better as a combat hero. both of which is equally cool to me." dean admits with a shrug of his shoulders and a smile. unlike the other, he was talking so much that he wasn't counting how many sandwhiches he made. odds are they'll all be devoured anyways.

[savioresque]

⚔️           *           ﹕ㅤㅤ    a part of him would never really understand the worship and dedication everyday people put into miracles, but he supposed it was better than the alternative he had witnessed⸻ the religious zealots who saw them as abominations, the maniacs who'd rather cure or exterminate them, so many people out there who'd rather harm than understand. nonetheless, he'd rather miracles be treated like anyone else than be venerated as idols and false gods. but that might just be a senseless dream now with the whole miracle-industrial complex, billboards and advertisements of miracles present everywhere they looked. hell, even his favorite brand of herbal tea was now advertised by some guy called lotus. still, akeno wasn't here to make the guy feel bad about his interests, especially when it seemed harmless, so why not give him a little demonstration instead? he took off his plastic gloves and grabbed a clean butter knife, gaze transfixed on the other volunteer as if wordlessly asking him to pay attention. " i wonder if you'll find this cool, " akeno said as he placed his free hand flat on the table, didn't need to say that he was a miracle when he could just show him. and so he raised the knife, then drove it down with as much force as possible into the back of his hand. and yet, there was no dent, no cut, the point of the knife just sitting on his skin, as if there was an infinitesimal thin barrier refusing to let anything harmful truly touch him. " you try. " akeno chuckled, handing over the knife to dean with a smug smile on his lips. " as hard as you can. "

[killertwhips]

@savioresque

perry stood in the center of his new apartment. one bedroom. one bathroom. all his very own. olympus heights was an apartment located in the heart of halcyon city, and the perfect place for gossamer to set up his web of operations. if he wanted to fight crime he would need to be able to spring into action at the drop of a dime. furnishing the place had been easy thanks to levi who acted as a one man moving company. he had assured levi over and over again that he hadn't needed help, but the man had insisted. now that he was feeling better after the endless night, perry was happy to get levi up and moving again. an entire day of worrying about the logistics of moving had distracted gossamer enough to not dwell on his vagrant memories. he turns when he catches movement behind him. levi had stuck around to make sure perry got settled, no doubt. he turns to smile at him, " when you get tired of fighting crime you should really think about opening a moving company. you can name it 'levi, levi, and me.' you'd make a killing. " perry says, flopping down onto his couch with a sigh of relief. he holds out a hand, gesturing levi to take it so he can tug him down and onto the couch with him. " I won't even charge you for the name. you're welcome. "

[savioresque]

🎭           *           ﹕ㅤㅤ    it almost felt too good to be true, to spend his day for something so domestic, those bothersome miscreants and misfortunes on the back burner of his mind for now. and he was weary enough now to know such bliss wouldn't last, always something terrible brewing somewhere, but he couldn't let the future get in the way of the present. so he took perry's hand, letting himself be pulled down, letting his entire bodyweight fall onto the ex-assassin, a melodramatic sigh to feign being more exhausted than he really was. " i'm welcome? you haven't even paid me for the whole move... " a half-joke and a kiss pressed to the crook of perry's neck, because helping perry start over should be nothing but a kind gesture, though he could think a few ways could pay him back⸻ all options involving them being this close and intimate with each other. but maybe later, once they'd caught their breaths from all the going up and down the stairs and carrying furniture. " contacted my buddy in the department of miracle affairs, and i might have pulled some strings by the way... " levi said nonchalantly, didn't want it to be a big deal, but it was still a small win to celebrate. " you get six-months probation and monitoring, but you'll only have to report to some suit bi-weekly... and my buddy's going to handpick someone nice. you also get to keep your identity a secret from the general public since you'll have protected status for getting rid of hive. " he wished perry didn't have to go through all those legal hoops and supervision, but it was better than spending years in prison. and maybe this was better anyway, as levi wouldn't want perry to feel like he just got away from everything scot-free, even if he couldn't remember it all now. " they'll probably keep on questioning you if you remember the identities of the other false mask society members, but you don't, so you can just keep on saying that. " but enough of that for now, kissed perry's cheek, then the corner of his mouth before pulling back just enough to look him in the eyes. " but y'know, people usually go on their first dates before they actually help the other move to a new place. our timeline is real fucked. " and judging by the impish smile curling levi's lips, he had other indecent things in my mind to mess up that imaginary schedule just more. " ...what's our future kids going to say? "

[notbuckybarnes]

AARON TAYLOR JOHNSON Fuze (2026)

[savioresque]

➰           *           ﹕ㅤㅤ    if voss or any of his lackeys asked, then he was definitely using his conditional release permit to be productive and gather information about the current events in the city, like the good little lapdog they expected him to be. but whims always had a way of conducting him, such poor impulse control for someone with a bomb injected into his throat. and for the past few hours or so, taylan had been creating a masterpiece with a dozen cans of spray paint and a great imagination⸻ a mural of the sovereign seven getting fucked by a bunch of demonic creatures slowly coming together on the sidewall of a bakery, born from the sadness that he was stuck inside during the endless night while everyone else was having the time of their lives, because there was nothing like fight or flight to remind someone they were alive. and for hours people had tried to stop him, only to be threatened or sprayed in the face, until he finally stepped back and admired his artwork : neutron double-penetrated by demons, warlord's lips obscenely stretched around a humongous veiny red cock, terminus leaking demon come from every possible hole, etcetera, etcetera. " beautiful, isn't it? " taylan asked as he heard footsteps getting closer, not even sparing them a single glance with how completely engrossed he was in his own work. " you can just feel the emotions, can't you? terminus looks like he has never experienced a greater joy in life. it's palpable, you can see it in his eyes. "

[herohood]

LOCATION : THE NIGHTMARKET.

"       we   had   a   deal,   samurai.   i've   got   your   data   right   here       ...       "                       with   a   smirk,   gridlock   pulls   two   small   thumb   drives   from   his   pockets,   dangling   and   jingling   them   in   front   of   the   other   man   like   keys   in   front   of   a   baby.   he   takes   in   the   sight   of   his   "date"—well,   if   anything,   at   least   he   was   honest   about   being   shitty   with   disguises       ...       and   with   having   green   hair.   just   when   gridlock   thought   he   was   weird   with   his   silver   hair,   mister   jolly   green   comes   in   with   hair   that   is   certainly   not   noticeable   among   the   criminals   here.   no,   not   at   all.

but   before   akeno   can   even   take   the   drives,   gridlock   flicks   his   wrist   and   they   are   gone   again.   they   do   have   a   deal,   and   he   won't   be   denied   his   reward   for   this   little       ...       exchange.        "       ...       and   you   owe   me   dinner   and   a   drink.   i   won't   give   them   up   until   i   get   what   i   want.   unless,   of   course,   you   don't   want   them   anymore       ...       "

closed starter for @savioresque / post event.

[savioresque]

⚔️           *           ﹕ㅤㅤ    for someone who could come out of almost any situation unscathed, the universe must still somehow thought he was a masochist, always finding himself face to face with people he shouldn't be compatible with at all. but he needed gridlock, or at least his intel, and that didn't make akeno any less annoyed that the watchdog was so cognizant of being in the driver's seat in this situation⸻ a small annoyed grunt escaping him when gridlock took away the thumb drives just when he was about to reach for them. but akeno had never gone back on a deal, and he wasn't about to give the deadly sins a bad rep now just because gridlock wanted to be wined and dined. " you're annoying, " akeno said matter-of-factly, but the slight curl of his lips meant he didn't mean it too seriously. maybe he was even entertained, but he wouldn't admit that out loud. and with an exasperated sigh, akeno walked a few steps away before looking back at gridlock. " come on then. i know a place, " the words rolled off his tongue nonchalantly, almost as if he wanted to be over with this sooner than later, though that was just how he always talked. nothing personal. " hope you're not expecting some michelin star restaurant. because if i'm going to eat then it might as well be filling. none of those portions for children for hundreds of dollars. "

[savioresque]

🚬           *           ﹕ㅤㅤ    when the last time he slept? yesterday? a couple of days ago? it didn't even matter because one he had his attention fixated on something, fallon couldn't really stop until he had discovered a big lead or breakthrough on a case. the current file? a man with only a fragmented recollection of the last month, and believed that he was under the control of a miracle he described to be a middle-aged man in a black suit, whose skin turned the same color of red cabbage whenever he spoke a command or suggestion. and memory might be a fickle thing, especially one stitched up for scraps, but fallon could hear the fear and confusion in that man's voice, how he just wanted to believe he wasn't crazy. and that was all fallon needed to to commit himself to find the purple bastard. and for the last twenty hours, or maybe twenty-six, he'd been scouring the police database ( with stolen credentials ) to find similar cases, daylight becoming dusk becoming dawn, and then camilo was already back while he still hadn't left his desk. " had a good sleep? " fallon asked as soon as the other walked into the office, giving camilo a quick glance before he sipped on his third cup of coffee in the last day, lukewarm at this point with how he kept on getting distracted. " and please tell you got laid, like i told you to do. at least one of us needs to get some ' round here. " @heroescue

[savioresque]

[   oktay  cubuk,  bisexual,  cis  man   +   he/him,  retroactive  immortality  ]  taylan kezkin  is  a  twenty-six  year  old  miracle   mercenary  known  better  as  checkpoint  to  the  general  public.  corporate  bigwigs  and  mafia  bosses  have  hired  them  after  hearing  of  how he was thrown into a commercial meat grinder by some loan sharks,  and somehow woke up alive and unharmed the next day, mad enough to try to kill the people who killed him, just to be killed and resurrect again, then took care of the rest! but  i’ve  heard  rumors  that  they’re  actually  free-spirited  &  ingenious at times  while  the  dudes  from  capebook  call  them  hot-tempered  & impulse-driven  their  page  on  the  dark  web  say  that  they’re  very  good  at  hand-to-hand combat and marksmanship, as well as his miracle ability to always come back to life no matter how he dies,  with each death granting him permanent small boosts to his physical conditions in exchange of the decline of his sanity, but  reviews  from  previous  clients  say  they  work  best  with  protocol x.   god,  i  just  wish  i  had  the  money  to  hire  them! 

MORE INFORMATION SOON!

[savioresque]

[    fabien  frankel,   bisexual,   cis  man   +   he/him,   power  nullification    ]   fallon  heskel  zilkha  is  a  thirty-two  year  old  miracle  vigilante  known  better  as  killswitch  to  the  general  public.  they  are  most  well-known  for  being  a  former  decorated  police  detective  before  growing  jaded  due  to  the  lack  of  progress  in  taking  down  shadowy  organizations  such  as  false  mask  society  and  the  overlords,   and  has  now  recently  joined  a  private  investigation  agency  to  be  able  to  play  outside  the  rules  more,  but  their  most  adoring  fans  love  them  more  for  their  persistent  &  calculating  personality  while  their  critics  have  called  them  exhausted  &  non-committal.  the  pageturner  previously  praised  their  ability  to  project  a  20-foot  radius  area  centered  around  himself  that  can  weaken  miracle  abilities,  as  well  as  being  able  to  temporarily  turn  off  a  person's  power  with  his  touch,  reports  say  that  they  are  often  seen  with  invidia  blvd  agency  patrolling  the  city  from  the  shadows.  god,  i  just  wish  they’d  launch  a  capebook  page,  but  i  heard  they  are  more  concerned  about  solving  the  problems  of  halcyon  denizens  and  although  the  agency  is  not  exactly  a  typical  vigilante  team,  they're  still  snooping  where  they  shouldn't  so  he  has  to  be  lowkey!

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[savioresque]

[     stephen  kalyn,   bisexual,   cis  man   +   he/him,   wielder  of  excalibur  ]   shhh,  is  that  wilhelm  chrystian  godkin  ?  the  twenty-three  year  old  might  look  like  any  other  mortal  but  they’re  actually  a  neutral  good  esper  whose  expertise  lies  in  wielding  the  legendary  excalibur,  king  arthur’s  magical  sword  that  can  only  be  used  by  the  pure-hearted  and  has  the  ability  to  vanquish  evil  from  the  world.  there  are  rumors  that  they  are  personable  &   kindhearted,  but  i’ve  been  told  they  are  actually  obsessive  &   codependent,  so  i  wonder  what  they’ll  do  now  that  the  secret  about  espers  is  out  of  the  bag.  the  mortals  are  definitely  in  for  a  shock,  especially  with  how  they’ve  been  an  expert  in  archaeology  and  history,  with  a  particular  interest  in  welsh  kings  and  leylines,  eventually  finding  the  excalibur  in  one  of  his  caving  expeditions,  and  being  approached  to  be  under  illuminati’s  tutelage  after  the  sword  bonded  with  him,m so  it  just  makes  me  wonder  how  the  people  react  to  galahad.  gods,  i  just  can’t  wait  to  see  how  magical  they  will  be  out  there!

more info coming soon!

[taleofendless]

Everyone had heard the legend of Excalibur at one point or another. A magic sword was stuck in a stone, and whoever would wield it would become the new king of England. But legends were not all black and white as that. Prometheus - or Lars as he went by nowadays - had seen and heard many legends and not all of them were as accurate as people assumed. The battle of the 300 against King Xerxes was legendary but not due to mystical means or supernatural occurrences. Just soldiers. Brothers. All of them followed a king whom they would gladly die for. And they did. All but one. And since that time, many legends have come to be. Some true, some false. Some a mixture of both. "Are you sure you didn't have classes before?" Prometheus chuckled as he twirled his own sword in one hand. There was a cut on his left arm that closed virtually instantly after the metal of the legendary sword met his skin. Galahad - or Wilhelm - was doing better than he expected. Not perfectly… but that was why they were doing this. Back in Mistborn's mansion, in a training room where neither of them would be interrupted. It made sense for the oldest warrior among them to train the sword wielder. "You are still giving away your position on the way you roll your hip to attack." No mockery, no arrogance. Just stating a fact with a smile on his lips as Prometheus motioned to the other man's waist. "You want to catch them off-guard. Fewer chances for a parry. Also - I am curious…" The Spartan warrior paused for a second, head tilting to the side as he gave Galahad a mocking bow. "Am I supposed to call you something like Your Majesty? If the sword legends are to be believed, you are the king of England. Shall I drop to my knee or… that legend is not as the books say?"

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[savioresque]

👑           *           ﹕ㅤㅤ    truth be told, but wilhelm's proficiency with excalibur had been more luck than it was skill, as well as this mystical invisible guidance that often steered his body, like muscle memory from all the previous wielders passed down to him. and maybe that was why he'd been so excited to meet a real master, a literal ancient warrior that he could really learn from⸻ to really master the way of the sword and wield it with his own expert hands. just as expected, prometheus was a great mentor, already absorbed so much information and today was only the beginning. " i took fencing in high school but that hardly makes anyone a warrior like you, " wilhelm replied with a grin, twirling excalibur the same way prometheus did just to show the ( much, much, much ) older man that he was paying attention. because he might not seem like it, often confused to be more simple-minded, probably because of the spiffy blonde hair, but wilhelm considered himself to be an erudite, always willing to learn, always perceptive of how he could please someone. so he made mental note of the advice, then slowly displayed how he'd do it differently in an actual fight, sword swung at prometheus though he didn't let it touch, just wanted the other to watch his movements, more conscious that he didn't give himself away with the motions of his hips. " is that more like it? " then he paused for a moment to think about the warrior's questions, never really thought of it that way before. " i mean, i don't think the royal family's just going to secede the throne because of a few myths and legends, but it would be funny. " he chuckled, amused by the idea of the monarchy abdicating the throne to some guy with a sword, as if a magical artifact was a more legitimate cause for succession than the law and constitution. " realistically, however, they might see me more as a madman with a sword seeking to destabilize the nation by claiming to be the spiritual heir to king arthur. so no need to drop to your knees... " unless it was for another occasion, but there was no need for his mentor to hear that obscene intrusive thought. " plus, who wants to be king anyway? think i'm fine just the way i am. "

[savioresque]

🚬           *           ﹕ㅤㅤ    there was no doubt in his mind that life was just one whole goddamn perpetual mess, but the events of the few weeks had be the cherry on top of the shit cake. people had been blowing up the agency's phone all day, and fallon wished he could help them all, but he also knew that half the disgruntled callers looking for their missing loved ones were people who couldn't stand the obvious truth just yet⸻ that whoever they wanted to be found were probably just one of the corpses yet to be unearthed from the rubble. and maybe he should be less cynical, less jaded, so he excused himself for the day, went straight to the backlight for drinks and it wasn't even 5pm yet. but tragedy seemed to follow him everywhere, his favorite spot already crowded with daydrinkers and mourners, nowhere to sit and relax, leaving him to stand outside, leaning against the brick facade of the bar with a glass of beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. and the fresh air should be good for him, if only it didn't bring the dust of wrecked buildings with it. " i wouldn't recommend it, " fallon warned as his gaze followed the person making his way toward the entrance of the backlight, then taking a swig of the beer before a drag of the cigarette. " it's like a tin of sardines in there. packed with people either sweaty from all the clean-up or looking for a shoulder to cry on. " said as smoke billowed from his mouth with every word, the slightest smile of amusement curling the corners of his lips. " you're better off getting a six-pack from the bodega and drinking somewhere quieter. "

[savioresque]

checkpoint tag dump.

checkpoint﹐ character study.

checkpoint﹐ threads.

checkpoint﹐ countenance.

checkpoint﹐ aesthetics.

checkpoint﹐ tasks.