Shadow Lords

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[hiddendarkrosesx]

Jake had many restless nights. It was either the city keeping him awake or nightmares, but when he would get restless, he would leave his apartment. HE was thankful this place was open late; it was nice to be able to go somewhere without having to stare at the walls in his place. "Oh yeah, go for it. No one's sitting there." Jake told him with a nod. "Guessing you can't sleep either? Seeing what time it is."

[shad0wl0rds]

Frank took the seat next to the person. He had come here many times, so before he could even ask, a cup of coffee was placed in front of him. "Some nights are better than others," Frank said as he sipped on the coffee. "What about you? Racing thoughts or escaping nightmares?"

[hiddendarkrosesx]

Rumi didn't really go to bars much, nor did she really like them. However, she promised herself that she would try something new at least once a month, and here she was. She moved to take a seat, not realizing that her bag had knocked the other's drink down till she felt something wet on her leg. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that..."

[shad0wl0rds]

Maul stayed quiet for a long moment, looking at the drink on the floor. If this had been where he came from, he would have had a much different reaction to what just occurred. Instead, he threw on a fake smile and looked up at her, "That is quite okay, is your bag okay?"

[hiddendarkrosesx]

"Nah, there isn't. Go for it, buddy." Louise told the other, popping a fry in her mouth. It wasn't her father's burger, but it certainly was helping the homesick feeling she was having, missing her family. "Glad to know I'm not the only loser up so late."

[shad0wl0rds]

Frank sat down. He didn't order food, but he did order a cup of coffee. He looked over at the person as they spoke, "Well, what is keeping this loser up so late?" Frank inquired, curious to escape the thoughts of the weird dreams he had lately.

[playernctpuck]

Spencer wished to be alone most of the time. Spencer knew he needed it because if he didn't get it, what would happen? His mind would go right back to the past. He'd start thinking that he would never see Alex again, and with that, it wouldn't be long until he just lost his mind completely. She was dead, she was gone, but he couldn't make peace with that kind of reality. So, Spencer threw himself into keeping busy, not giving the past or Montana or the ranch a single thought. When he noticed what happened? He cursed, giving a shake of his head. "I'm really sorry 'bout that. I wasn't on my right mind. I can get you 'nother drink to make up for it?"

[shad0wl0rds]

Maul gave the man a stern look. He could feel the man had not done the action on purpose, but it still irritated Maul. If this were anywhere else, this scenario would have gone very differently. Maul wiped the remaining wetness from his arm. "If you will be imposed to do so, I'll take another soda water."

[shad0wl0rds]

Frank found himself not being able to sleep once again. While it wasn't a constant, it tended to happen more than he would have liked. He had tried counting sheep, pacing, and about everything else he could think of. Eventually, he gave up and checked the time. Two hours before, he even had to go in for the day. He sighed and realized there was only one thing he could do. Next thing Frank knew, he found himself at his favorite diner. The coffee they had there could fuel him for the day. When he walked in, he saw there was only one seat open at the counter. He approached the person sitting in the seat next to it, "Is anyone sitting there?"

[shad0wl0rds]

What is Missing? | Frank Castle's Intro

Was that [JON BERNTHAL]? Oh no no, that was just [FRANK CASTLE], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [MARVEL]. They are [FORTY-FOUR] years old, use [HE/HIM], and [ARE NOT] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

How long has your character been here?

Frank has been here for a handful of months.

What is your character's job?

Frank works at a local nonprofit helping those with PTSD.

Where has your character been pulled from in their fandom?

Frank was pulled immediately after his escape in Born Again.

Has any magic affected your character?

Yes, Frank is unaware that he is not originally from Washington. He actually believes he has been here all of his life, including not remembering his family.

Any other information that you might find useful for us and other members to know

Frank is a mix of both his MCU and comic book canon.

Frank remembers his past as part of the CIA before leaving the organization to work at the local nonprofit he now works for.

More information to come...

[hiddendarkrosesx]

"Ah, shit man. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that." Glenn gave an awkward smile as he looked over at the other. "Um, could I offer to buy you another one? What were you, uh, drinking?"

[shad0wl0rds]

Maul could not sense any ill will in the person who stood before him. That for once concerned him. It either meant that whoever this was had the skill to hide it, or he found himself in a place where everyone else did. Maul spoke coldly, "A soda water."

[absolutecarnage]

"Oops." It wasn't a particularly convincing display when matched with the accident, but Cletus wasn't a particularly apologetic man. He was much happier when things went wrong for everyone else. Just don't insist that they go wrong for him! "Sorry, pal. Didn't mean to show up an' ruin ya evening. How about it, huh? 'Nother one on me!" Clapping them on the shoulder, he added, "Don't look so sour, now. You'll have me feelin' guilty 'bout the whole thing." But of course by now they both were well aware that Kasady was capable of no such thing.

[shad0wl0rds]

Maul quickly gave the man a stare that would scare anyone else off, but Maul could tell that whoever stood in front of him wasn't anyone else. Maul sat up straight and looked at whoever this was over. He didn't seem to be the usual crowd Maul would find in here. He was too careless for Maul as well, especially with his sarcasm. Maul softly moved the hands that were clasped onto his shoulders. "Most are haunted by guilt. But I sense you feel...nothing," Maul said sternly.

[shad0wl0rds]

Into the Shadows | Maul's Intro

Was that [BEN BARNES]? Oh no no, that was just [MAUL], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [STAR WARS]. They are [THIRTY-NINE] years old, use [HE/HIM], and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

How long has your character been here?

Maul has been in Washington for about the span of a month.

What is your character's job?

Maul does not have a job in particular. He has been trying to make a name in the underworld. He is hoping to use it to amass power and influence.

Where has your character been pulled from in their fandom?

He has been pulled out almost immediately after Maul Shadow Lord.

Has any magic affected your character?

No, Maul is aware he is not originally from Washington. As far as the force goes, he is still very much connected to it.

Any other information you might find useful for us and the other members to know.

Maul had thought he had lost his ability to have his revenge until he had seen that Sidious was the vice president. He believes if Sidious is here, who is to say Kenobi is not? He does not have it confirmed, but he has a strong suspicion of it. Revenge is Maul's main and only goal. He will do anything to have it, even if it means uneasy alliances or even easier betrayals.

More information to come.

[shad0wl0rds]

Power and influence were everything. It was something Maul was in a constant cycle with. He would find it, lose it, but he would always manage to find it again. This place was no different. He had a mission. Revenge was not a want but a need for Maul. He found himself in the cantina constantly. He was always trying to overhear conversations. He was always looking for some form of knowledge that was to be had. He found himself again there on a particular night. He sat there at the corner of the counter. He tried to be as discreet as possible. No one tended to bother Maul while he was there, but this particular night, someone had decided to. They sat next to him, knocking his drink onto the ground. Maul looked up with a look of offense.