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[wired-for-trouble]

"You can't hate Blitz forever, don't you know?"

"CHALLENGE ACCEPTED FUCK FACE! CHALLENGE - FUCKING - ACCEPTED! OUT OF SPITE AND HATE TOWARDS YOU I WON'T EVER EVEN CONSIDER FORGIVING HIM! YOU STUPID FUCK JUST RUINED HIS CHANCES!"

@blitzbuckz mentioned

[unhinged-greed]

Just noticing an imp singing. With a clear of his throat-...

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" ♬

[lalannaoronir]

@sunaerie - Krile

"This is something you need to do yourself, Lalanna. I'll find us a room at the inn in the meantime. Come find me when you're done."

"But--" Lalanna started to protest, but Benedict had already turned away. She had half a mind to take off her slipper and throw it at his head, but restrained herself. She knew he was right, and yet the sight of him walking away made her anxious.

No, she told herself, shaking her head. He's right. You have been preparing for this, Lalanna. This has been a long time coming.

Nearly two years, in fact. But now, perhaps, she could finally have the peace she had so longed for. She could have this damned Echo removed, or quieted, and she could return to Thavnair. Home, where she properly belonged. And perhaps...perhaps Benedict would like to come with her. If she badgered him just right, at least.

Feeling more motivated than ever, she took a deep breath and moved towards the building in question. The double doors led to the bar that she and Benedict had heard of, which as mildly buzzing with patrons; no one even seemed to notice her, aside from a bard in the corner that only shared a brief little smile.

She averted her gaze, holding her breath as she made her way straight across the room. What if someone stopped and questioned her? The possibility made her hands tremble, but suddenly she was touching the next set of doors -- and then past them. The doors shut a bit too quickly behind her, and she startled at the heavy clattering at her back. But the din of the bar faded but to a soft muffle, and again, no one came running to stop her. She waited for a breath before she continued down the flight of stairs, which led to a room that opened up and looked far more friendly. It even had another bar of its own, and sitting areas, and...storage?

But the room was empty. Somber, almost. For a moment, Lalanna worried that she had been led to yet another empty building. Was that why no one bothered to stop her? Was she just --

A door to her left creaked open, and a Lalafell woman emerged wearing the most endearing little yellow coat. It was almost a comforting sight!

"Ah, h-hello!" Lalanna greeted her nervously, offering what she hoped was an approachable smile. She gave a brief nod of her head before approaching. "I apologize for the intrusion, but I vas hoping to speak vith the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. Minfilia, specifically! I am from Thavnair, I vas told she could assist me."

[aleksanderlebedev]

I was feeling a little chilly this morning.

-Xoxo

[mechamn3]

The break room could often be a communal hub of nonsense, what with the overlap of superheroes (and former villains), dispatchers, and the handful of those in between such labels.

Robert Robertson had claimed one of the small round tables for himself; slender fingers tracing lazy circles around the rim of the SDN branded mug full of hot coffee while tired eyes watched the comings and goings that moved past the open door of the break room. There was no shortage of colorful characters; including handfuls that he had never ever seen.

The vending machine hummed softly in the background, the presence of its cheap snacks slowly chipping at what self control the Dispatcher had been attempting to exert. A pack of twinkies was not lunch. It wasn’t. There was no need for him to dip into his embarrassingly tight funds to purchase the overpriced treat.

One of these days, when he got his shit together—ha. He’d start brown bagging a lunch. Real throw back. Smashed up peanut butter sandwiches with potato chips crushed into the layers for a nice crunch. SDN and Blonde Blazer were still working on the logistics of his pay. Most of it was going to the Mecha Man suit. Which was fine. That’s how so much of his life had always gone. Every spare cent and then some, went into that suit. There was a lot of legal paperwork. Hoops to jump through, numbers that needed to crunch without raising too many eyebrows.

So yeah. Maybe money was still tight until all of that was sorted out. Maybe he was existing on spite and free coffee—the occasional shared snack from Chase when he could whittle Robert down into accepting it.

The sound of footsteps entering the break room drew him from his dilemma and he blinked. Once. Twice. Before glancing up and offering a tired little lopsided grin towards the new entry.

“If you need me to fuck off so you can eat in peace, just say the word.”

[citadelofroses]

[ fun relationship chart thing ]

[melancholicblossom]

"where is my boy! where is my boy!"