#(closed starter;)

[lovecreature]

She had felt the crown break, she was there even before the pieces had fallen onto the ground, and for a moment she still knew: she knew she had been destroying the city and its inhabitants, she knew the man with the scar had just stopped her from attacking more, she knew the soldiers with the Empire's colors were willing partecipant in the Esper experiment, and that Kefka was waiting for her to come home to tell her who else to kill. She knew, and so, instead of powering machines, she turned to the soldiers, lifted her hands, and felt the other power, the scary one, rise: a blinding light and deafening noise, and suddenly the soldiers were falling to pieces, screaming as they died, and with them the ground, the trees, even the air felt dead. But it ended there: the buildings and the remaining citizens were spared, as was her savior, and Terra's last thought was that she should have warned them not to step on the now poisoned ground, before darkness engulfed her and she passed out, her memories locked behind a door.

She opened her eyes to see an unfamiliar ceiling and sat up, startled, vaguely aware her wrists were supposed to be cuffed; looking down to see them free, she turned to the presence she felt, a big scary-looking man. Not Kefka.

"Where... where am I? Who are you?"

@sircrocodillian

[supeladies]

"What's up with the cape, homie?" Maybe her mother didn't mean that when she told them to go ahead and get to know each other while she was gone, but it was the best Lynn had. No way she could control her face, though.

@h0mlander

[savsvane]

location: xio's place

time: late evening

status: closed for @xiocuervos

"soooo, were you waiting in pure anticipation for my arrival?" savannah let out a playful giggle as she laid out on the edge of xio's bed. dressed in an oversized band tee and short shorts, her choice in outfit was intentional. hanging out with xio was fun, their last few encounters not being short of flirty and playful. "sorry i was a little late, rhia wanted to read one too many books tonight."

[lightsideofseoul]

closed starter for: @hwangjunh0

“ why would you say something like that..? “

Amira had mascara running down her face from crying, she didn’t know if he actually MEANT that… if what he said was TRUE.

” you really think I’m not good enough..? Or did you only say that out of anger..? “

[justaprankhan]

Hannah is overwhelmed by emotions, in a way she has not been since finding the Sanatorium and having the chance to think, because not only can she now easily guess that all the commotion she's heard happened because the others are back - some or all, who knows - but the monsters are around, people must be dying, and she's found Jessica, Jessica of all people, bleeding and possibly freezing down the mines.

The others are here. She's scared for them. She's scared of meeting them again because if she does, that's it, it's really true that this is her life, this is who she is now, and she's not ready. She has to protect them. She hates them. She wants to go home. She won't go home until she gets to kill the Big Monster. It has to die.

"Jessica, hey... it's me," she puts down her flame-thrower and the dufflebag she always carries around just in case, so she can take her coat off to give it to her; Jessica is wearing only a t-shirt and jeans which is just not enough, especially because she must be in shock and shock makes you cold, doesn't it? Her thoughts are about to spiral back into old memories, but adrenaline brings Hannah back to the present, "We have to go somewhere safe, can you stand?"

At the very beginning, back when she was kinda delirious from the pain, she has let herself be lulled by fantasies of going home and somehow finding in herself the sharpness needed to tell them to go to hell, to fight, to blame them. Now all Hannah knows is that she's not letting a girl her age be torn apart and eaten, even if it kills her. But it does suck that it's Jessica.

@fcllmoonlight liked for a starter

[rivenrose]

@thetoaddaddy || plotted starter

This one was easy. A little charm here, a little eye contact there, and any man’s restraint folded like wet parchment. Especially this one. His hands were everywhere before she’d even had to pretend to think about it. Not that Astaria minded, in fact, she even went so far as to encourage the approach, catching his wrist and bringing it to the curve of her breast with a smile that said yes, exactly there.

For a moment, it was pleasant enough. His touch was eager, his pulse quick, his skin warm against hers. She could almost forget what she was.

Almost.

Then his lips neared her face, and it felt like a holy slap of all things pure for a man so tainted—sharp, acrid, unmistakably garlic. A stench powerful enough to strike her like a freight train. Freeze her on spot and wrinkle her nose before she could hope to school her expression. Gods above and below, of all the ingredients…

Had the man eaten an entire bulb? Raw?

Every time Jiyara drew closer, she would inch away like a magnet avoiding its equal. Leaning back as he leaned in, head turned slightly to the side, but somehow, Astaria managed to paint it all with the grace of a playful tease.

“Erm… darling…” She hesitated. “Your breath, it—” Then laughter, brittle and bright. “It’s certainly memorable.” It smelled like the death of romance. And it also put an end to her dinner, if his blood was infused with the stuff.

What a farce. The grand seductress of the night, undone by someone’s kitchen seasoning. Most mortals simply thought it unpleasant, no one liked garlic breath. But for her, it was instinctive, primal revulsion. Her body remembered what her mind would rather not.

“Perhaps…” Astaria eased into it, gently pushing at his shoulder. “We should… slow down a little?” There it was again, that sweet irony of how quickly she could go from predator to retreat. As if she hadn’t been the one to start this in the first place.

[crackingwaves]

@silverymusings - Ton

When she saw multiple beasts come, she felt it was her lucky day: more chances to try her new moves, and see if she could do it without so much as a hairline fracture. She didn't know if the guy was a victim or an adventurer who had chosen violence like her, but she was mindful not to let her shockwaves reach him, focusing on the creatures instead. Laughing, she dispatched the last one with a particularly strong hit, and was beyond pleased to find that it hadn't required breaking anything of hers. "Well, that was fun!" she all but declared to the corpses, hands going to her hips, "So... what the hell was this about?"

[smiletimeisrunningout]

@musesforthedamned - Sayid Jarrah

Now, Hurley was not a suspicious man, but finding out early on that Kate was the fugitive had made him more receptive to potential danger among the survivors; Emma may not be directly dangerous for them, but she was definitely not someone who 'entertained sick children at the hospital' for a living, not with the muscles and the look in her eyes whenever the Others came up. Once Claire had been taken, he could see she had totally lost it, and the way she went on tracking and trying to find her was definitely not clown-like. She blamed herself like she was supposed to be able to do something, and when she got frustrated her mask slipped a little. She did call him moon-pie and baby and sweetie-pie which was nice, she was one of the nicest people he had ever met, always looking after the 'less trained' members of the group, gathering supplies for Claire and Shannon in particular, but Hurley had accidentally spotted a ton of weapons in her tent, and Charlie had told him that once they had found Ethan, using Claire as bait, Emma had fought like a Mortal Combat character before letting Jack take the lead. Hurley suspected she was some sort of non-evil serial killer. But then, Charlie had shot Ethan many times, so Charlie wasn't the most well-adjusted person either, and he was still his friend, so Hurley wasn't about to let that stop him from going to the woman who kept bringing him food and called him sweet names.

Whatever she was, a couple of days after Claire's return, Michael had mentioned suspecting some Others-activity up north, and Charlie had tried to join Sayid, so Hurley had declared he had someone better in mind - which Charlie, the person who usually had the 'let's guess what Emma is' talk with him, understood on the spot - and had guided Sayid into the forest, where he knew Emma went to train in the morning.

She was there, had just started doing pull-ups on a branch, when she saw them and let herself drop back on the ground. "Hi, sweetie-pie! Oh, hey, Sayid!" entirely different tone for the latter, even her smile was suggestive, and Hurley could never tell if she was joking or really that amusingly shameless, "What's up, boys?" "Michael thinks the Others may be somewhere north from the caves, or at least some of the Others," he started explaining, and felt a shudder at the way her nearly permanently smiling face turned glacial and calculative, "Charlie wanted to go with Sayid, but I thought-"

"Ah, hell no, leave Charlie where he is," she interrupted him, back to normal, "Give me just a sec." Hurley watched her stride to her backpack, and winced when he actually saw her back; she was wearing a sports bra, so the skin was visible, and it seemed like people had hit her with several different weapons, many, many times. She hid it under the tank top she had gotten from the backpack, and then he saw her get a gun ready - another reason he thought she was scary. Who had a secret gun? Well, not exactly secret, she had checked it in like Locke had done with the knives, but she had refused to tell Jack why she had one in the first place. And Locke was not the most reassuring person on that island.

*****

Emma put the backpack on, but not before taking out a knife as well to keep closer, on top of the one hidden on the bottom of her shoe, and turned back around. Hurley, who was her cutest of friends, was giving her an earnest "dude" over the gun, which she ignored with a big smile, and Sayid - oh Sayid, no way she'd let him go after the Others alone. Sayid, to her, was one of the biggest sweethearts around. Sure, he had tortured Sawyer for Shannon's inhaler, but he had actually felt so bad about it that he had left for a while. And for someone with his background, he sure as hell was soft-spoken and patient. Kind, even. Yeah, she liked Sayid. He was also hot, which definitely put her in a great mood. "Sayid, light of my life, let's go before Charlie changes his mind and joins us. He's too trigger-happy." He had killed Ethan before they had been able to interrogate him, after all. "Do you think we should look for that Rousseau woman too, one of these days? I can't stop thinking about her, all alone on this island…"