Apr 24
Hey, I totally meant to send this earlier, but forgot to actually press send! Heard the anons omegaversed you too and just wanted to check in! How you holding up?
@syncretic-experiments
I'm holding.
Could be worse. Could be better.
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Hey, I totally meant to send this earlier, but forgot to actually press send! Heard the anons omegaversed you too and just wanted to check in! How you holding up?
@syncretic-experiments
I'm holding.
Could be worse. Could be better.
The door swings open. She stands in the room, her breath shakily rattling from her lungs. Her shaking arms decorated with rows of rubber bands.
It's like there an invisible itch under her skin, invading her muscles and veins. Like a spoiled brand of adrenaline flooding every impulse.
"Hey.." she greets quietly.
@syncretic-experiments
"Hey."
Jake extends his calloused hand, ungloved. His black leather gloves sit hanging in his back pockets. The portal behind him is wide open, offering a clear view into Marc's apartment.
He offers a gentle smile.
"Let's go."
Please tell Nuria that it's still self-isolation even if it's accidentally and she's not "technically" by herself. She's stubborn as hell. -A/ Cathedrals
@syncretic-experiments
You got it, boss. I'll pass on the message when I see her.
So, what does "-A/ Cathedrals" stand for?
Need this dual bastard to let me go home so i can celebrate the Ides of March,,, actually made being half mad will add to the celebration
@syncretic-experiments
Who's this dual bastard I need to stab so you can go home?
"Hey moon man! Slightly odd question, would you mind helping out with some forensics study of this avatar mess? - syncretic"
A note stuck to a wall reads, stabbed in what with seems to be a small black dagger. The address to a small crime lab scribbled on the back of the paper
@syncretic-experiments
Marc grabs the note from the wall and reads it over. He shrugs mentally. Yeah, why not?
He's already in his white suit and mask that he never seems to take off nowadays. Then again he doesn't find the need to do so when it feels like its fabric has melted into his skin, becoming a part of his integument system.
Marc taps the address into his teleport watch and activates it.
He holds up the piece of paper between his middle and pointer finger.
"I got your note."
"Dissociative issues and gods rattling around in your head too, huh?" she starts, tapping her temple with a tired scoff. shooting a quick glare at a an empty space over her shoulder.
"oh hush, you said yourselves Khonshu wasn't gonna snitch to the other gods" she mumbles to the space.
@syncretic-experiments
He jumps down from the support beam he'd been standing on where he watched the interlocutor.
"Snitch or not does it look like it's gonna matter?"
She'd called for some meeting—details to be expunged—and it called for some secrecy so, he figured, it might be related to some high priest duties but who knows? He's just here to service anyone who wanders the night.
Moon Knight is relaxed where he stands.
"PTSD and godly interference aren't that rare in this world."