You were blessed with the Touch of Life, resurrecting any body you touch. This makes your job as an assassin infinitely more interesting.
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@sneakish-ninja
You were blessed with the Touch of Life, resurrecting any body you touch. This makes your job as an assassin infinitely more interesting.
Minor Angst
So my depression seems to be rising back up again, and I don’t feel like I’m good at anything, no matter what I try or what I do
GAHHHHHH
Partially finished chapter 2
Hey so anyone who wants to kinda keep up with this, I can’t sleep well atm so that means WRITING! and a lot of wanting to scream into the void, with more emphasis on the latter, but anyway, here’s some chapter 2, it’s very much a WIP
It took me 3 days to heal. I’m more annoyed at myself than headquarters is though, the wound closed up quickly. I’ve got a new set of scars to trace, I find myself doing exactly that as the elevator cruises to the operations floor.
“Charles, excellent timing” I turn my head to see Jim striding over with a case file in hand. He’s one of the case handlers who has a tendency of being in the right place at the right time.
“Jim, what’s the situation?” I take the case, leafing through the file to see if anything jumps out. Only to find a second file attached to the back, I point at it to Jim.
“Ahh yes” he says, not as cheery as before “Yesterday, we sent a team in, all three K.I.A. Two good agents and a Demi” I had heard enough, before either of realise, I’m halfway to the lift, on the comms to Network. Entering the lift I turn to see Jim stare at me for a second before nodding, he understands. I punch the button to the roof.
“Network, can you get the helicopter ready to go, and give me the details” I catch Network off-gurad with this, it seems I’d overridden another call.
“Charles you can’t just do this, you know I have other jobs” his tone inferring he was more frustrated than anything else.
“Which. Demi. Was. Killed?” no time for games, I want to get down to business.
“Okay, well let’s take a look. The file says she was a child of Barachiel, you know how they like to keep agents secret” I stop in my tracks, my blood runs cold.
“Scarlet, her name was Scarlet” Network goes quiet, realising I’m not talking about colour. “Her Tether? What does it say about her Tether?!”
“Charles, buddy, I want you to keep calm. But there’s nothing mentioned about it I’m –” The line goes dead as I cut him off, without her Tether, Scarlet will be trapped. I will not let that happen. My chilled blood regains its heat, and begins to boil. I storm through the armoury, grabbing my gear and strapping myself up. Walking onto the roof I see the other operatives giving me a wide berth. Good. I nod to the pilot while climbing onto the Icarus IV, as we take off I close my eyes. Remembering how I first met Scarlet.
15 years prior, in the unit’s infancy, we got a call about a new power spike. Normally with such spikes there is a slight amount of build up as the power is summoned, there was no such build up this time. Thus Diana sent me as this was the first time we have encountered such a signal. We track it down to an old warehouse.
Entering the storage facility, it’s clear something big has happened here. Charged air fills my lungs and I feel the latent power jolting through my system, something very big happened here. As move towards the centre of the building, I feel more power seeping through. The source is close. I ready my blade as I open the door to what I can only assume is the origin point.
The door swings outwards as my second blade is brought up to mirror the first. They’re brought down almost instantly at the sight before me.
So it’s exam season right now, and I have an exam in 8 hours, and out of the blue my depression has kicked in and I’m really low and kinda wanna curl up in a ball and not wake up and I feel I’ve just taken 10 steps back in progress
Fuck.
*has to fight Kilgrave*
*calls in Hawkeye*
Kilgrave: throw yourself off that building
Hawkeye: WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT LEAVING?
So yeah I finished a chapter
Hopefully you guys like it, I can’t sleep much, so this is actually getting work
This is always my favourite part of the job, I know where he is, but he doesn’t know where I am. This was a bad day for him to work into the evening. I stare at his back from the other side of the office, silently stalking towards him. He’s tapping away at the computer like a good little banker. I misplace my step, a pencil crunches under my boot. My quarry turns, curious about the noise, he sees me for the first and hopefully the last time. As always the first response is of silent surprise, they never expect to get caught.
“Can I help you?” he nervously asks.
“You know why I’m here” I reply, readying the tools of my trade.
“Look I know I lost some money, but I have a system! I can get it all back” he tells me, his voice clearly tinged with fear. This actually catches me off guard, then I remember the file. I never really have been a stickler for detail. Especially on the smaller jobs. All I know is, his name is Jake, and he needs to go down. Luckily my minor daydream appeared to make me look more menacing. Jake backs up.
“Please, I can get the money back, just give me a little more time” Jake’s voice, desperate now.
“Oh I’m not technically here for you” I smirk as I move my hands towards him, too late he sees the black patterns on my wrists, swirling onto my hands. His eyes flare orange as I strike.
The runes on my hands light up on contact with Jake. For a moment nothing discernible happens. Then as quick as it appeared, his eyes return to their normal brown. A pulse of light emanates from the lines on my hand. I hear a thud from behind Jake. It worked.
“What?” A barely conscious Jake mutters, I push him to the nearest chair where he promptly passes out. I have bigger fish to fry. The source of the thud stands, an identical twin to Jake, slowly deforming, the lesser demon starting to revert to its true form, no longer attached to its host. I throw off my coat, the chains coming from the mechanism at my back, ready to hook into any of the weapons at my belt.
“Do you even know what you are fighting? I am a manifestation of avarice!” The demon snarls at me. I notice the spine elongating, bone structure becoming more pronounced. Teeth and nails, extending in preparation for the oncoming fight.
“Do you?” I retort. I get a snort of derision as my reply. As this walking embodiment of greed advances towards me I raise my hand to my wrist grabbing my armlet, muttering a silent prayer to my Patronage. A well-known warm spreads through my veins as the powers of my father are imbued within me.
My target is three steps away from me.
My blood mixes with ichor, my muscles strengthening, senses heightening, all aspects of me realign.
Two steps away from me.
Feathers slowly begin to emerge from my back, pushing through my flesh. I close my eyes as everything gets brighter.
One Step.
The light behind my eyes is released as I open them. Wings spring from my back. This blast of angelic power forces the demon back, the halo of light in my eyes rivals the newfound terror in his.
The beast flails at me, claws arcing down at me. This is a blind blow out of fear, I step while coiling for my strike, chains fly up striking the demon across the chest, the blessed side of the metal burning as it strikes the torso. The force of the blow knocks him off balance, the strike veers to one side, widely away from me. I duck back to dodge the wild swipe, hooking a blade onto my chain. Blades fly at the creature, my fingers tracing runes on the chains as they fly away from me. The first blade is dodged, however the second hits home, thunking meatily into my target’s arm.
“ARGH” Greed bellows as the skin around the cut starts to blister, the seraphic etching on the blade’s surface burning the beast’s flesh. The blade is quickly removed. A savage blow to my left is the riposte, I roll out of the way to see the demon’s claws slice through a computer monitor. However luck isn’t on my side as the second blow comes in, a clawed hand slipping under my guard, talons sinking into my torso. It appears to be my turn to scream in pain, I comply. However I see a new opening, quickly taking it I ram blade deep into the wound I created before, I feel muscle part beneath my blade, and hear the crack of a bone as my blade finds it’s mark. I am awarded a grunt for my efforts, and talons retract, as they are removed however I realise this is a deep wound, I need to finish this.
“Why are you here?” the creature calls to me, I am minorly taken aback at his choice of timing to talk
“This is not your world, you should not be here so I have to send you back” I respond, pressing my hand into the wound in an attempt to aid the healing process. This sparks something within my foe, he charges, ignoring pain and injury. I need to think fast, he will beat me down in a straight fight, I need another angle. I breeze shifts across my back through my feathers. I have my angel. Fluttering my wings, I rise up into the air briefly enough to deliver a kick to my target’s chin, he flops onto the ground, ready to rise again. I am determined not to give him that chance. Weapon change, I lock a hook and a serrated blade on. Whipping my chain around my head, building momentum, I throw. The mark stands a little too late and my chain hits home, wrapping lightly around the demon’s torso, burning him as it loops round. The leverage is used to pull him closer, onto my second blade, it sinks deep. I twist.
I push him off my blade and unravel my chain, it is clear this enemy is defeated, blood pouring from the abdomen, mirroring my own damaged form. A blow like that will not keep a demon down for too long, but it gives me a window to send it back.
“Home time” I say to the demon, readying a crystal from one of my pockets, the demon stares at me angrily, but stays down. I throw the crystal, it shatters upon the wall, creating a portal back down to hell.
“No!” the beast screams, eyes wide with fear “don’t send me back, I’ll won’t say anything, just don’t make me go back”
“Too bad” I state, as I start to drag him towards the portal, fighting him for every step.
“You don’t know what it’s like down there” More frantic this time
“I’m sure it’s hell”
“You don’t know what’s down there, the monsters that creep in the dark, in the gaps!” it sounds strange to me, but I don’t want to listen to him anymore, it’s pointless. I throw him through the open portal, thanking my angelic strength, closing it behind him. I open up communications to headquarters.
“Hey boss, that’s another one done, send in the clean-up crew”
“Excellent work as always Charles, see you back at the hub” the voice responds. I revert to my human form, the worst of the damage from the fight healing up, although a few cracked ribs may remain, Jake is still out when I look over at him. Another job completed.
My comms unit goes off, I answer.
“Charles, Network here, we’ve found you another one, the file is awaiting your review at HQ” The line goes dead.
“Well, no rest for the wicked” I grunt, hoping this one has a little less bite.
So I've started doing viking reenactment (a group where we train in viking weapons and fighting styles) and aside from, bruising most of my right arm, having a tooth nearly knocked out and being stabbed in the cheek in my first 3 sessions alone, yeah IT'S FUCKING GREAT
Life updates
So right now my life is a little odd. To sum it up, if you have my URL I know you personally an can trust you, if not you don’t know me personally so you know, eh. Basically for the last 4 years of my life I've bound my life force to someone I deeply care for, for safekeeping, however this year I haven’t found anyone I feel that close to, so I have not renewed it. This technically means for the first time in a few years, I am free to end my own life as I choose.
However it is one of the first times where I truly do not wish to, I am currently surrounded by a mix great people who I know I can spur onto great things, and them to me. This is also a small thing aswell, but for once, I have plans, long term plans of the career potential variety, and I want to live to act them out.
In short, if you are reading this, you’re great, chances are I would fight through hell and back if you asked, or even just did nothing but sit with you and watch the stars.
You’re awesome and I have a good feeling about the coming academic year.
let’s stop seeing sex as the biggest thing you can do to show someone you love them
everyone knows that the real way to show someone you love them is to find them a really cool rock. not a diamond. just a neat rock that you think they will enjoy
honestly ? you’re so right
Home alone, time for some slightly drunk bass playing :D
I have made a hORrible miSTAKE
I think you mean, the BEST MISTAKE
YOU ARE NOT OBLIGATED TO CONTINUE DATING THE PERSON THAT YOU ARE DATING
THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS A “BAD REASON” TO BREAK UP WITH SOMEONE
DATING IS A TRIAL PERIOD
IT IS A TASTE TESTER
IT IS NOT MARRIAGE. YOU ARE FREE TO LEAVE A RELATIONSHIP AT ANY TIME WHETHER IT BE BECAUSE YOU WERE CHEATED ON OR EVEN BECAUSE YOU JUST DON’T CLICK ANYMORE
IF SOMEONE BREAKS UP WITH YOU DO!! NOT!! HARASS THEM AND SEND PEOPLE TO TALK TO THEM!!
RESPECT THEIR RIGHT TO NOT DATE YOU!
this also counts for marriage tho like divorce your partner if they’re shit or you don’t love them anymore
I honestly want to say this applies for all relationships, romantic or platonic,we change, and yeah it's hard, but there's no point making it more difficult
Today I learnt
How to extract Cyanide from cherries
hmmmm...... may try it out
The Weekly Graar
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So I was driving home at like 9:30 pm a couple of nights ago, really dark night going down some country roads, hear that carry on my wayward son comes on, look down to see I'm wearing my leather Jacket, my first thought?
welp, this is basically an intro to supernatural
So we’re meant to be having this kick ass meteor shower, I went out with the dogs, saw 4 then went to kill stuff with my guild on Guild wars 2, nailed it!