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One way to make Mars happy is to just give him something important to do or entertain him by talking to him while you’re doing something. Skittles could literally be sharpening a weapon but if she’s not annoyed he’ll happily talk her ear off while watching her do it, pretty sure his eyes would light up if she asked him to help with whatever she’s doing too.
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Dale Wicker
Username: NightBlood
Class: Warrior
Level: 70
Guild: Bloodoath former Circus memeber
Position: Battle Strategist
Dale new what war looked like, he knew how to fight. Knew how to hunt and knew how to kill. He was a killer, snapper in the ninth regiment. Dale had made a profession living out of killing some of the worlds most dangerous people. He was a soldier; give him a reason to fight ( other then making money) something that he could get behind. That he could belive in and he would go after a target. In all his military life he had only missed one target.
A stain on his other wise glowing track record.
Velia had been suggested by his therapist. A way to help him get through his PTSD. Honestly, he hadn’t thought a video game would help with that. In his mind, he was far too broken. A dangerous animal that couldn’t be tamed… and a part of him still believes that. Because when he entered the game he joined circus. His blood lust had no bound and since he figured that they couldn’t kill anyone - thanks to his beta testing the game early - research in the hopes that this would be a viable option for other soldiers who suffered from PTSD. He didn’t think anything of it. He killed with abandon and relished the fact that he became one of the first to get a red cursor.
A perpetual need for violence fuled him. But once he found himself trapped in a game and seemingly in a guild that was out to kill you. Survival instincts took over. For the next two years, he killed for circus, he killed player after player with no remorse because if they didn’t then they would kill him. He happened upon Lizzy out on a floor on her own. Running from players that were hunting her down. He sat on his perch in a tree and watched as the predator players got closer and closer.
If you ask him why he did it, he would simply say “ they were an easy mark.” In truth, the sight of Lizzy running for her life had set off a barrage of images. From Afghanistan to Kuwait; images of women and children running for their lives. Dale, desperate to help them. His first kill had been to protect them, his whole point of joining the military - to help those who couldn’t help themselves. It had awoken something in him. Something he thought he lost a long time ago,
A conscience.
Lizzy held his hand as she led him into the guildhall of Blood Oath. Taking him to their Leader; Jupiter. Retelling the story of the hero that saved her life. Hero, he could have laughed when he heard her say the word. Could have laughed at all of them as they gave him praise and thanks for what he’d done. What he’d done was what he had been trained to do… kill. Jupiter told him if he ever wanted to join them he would be welcome there. Why? Dale wasn’t a brain but he knew the other man didn’t trust him. Could see it in his eyes, in fact Dale detested men like Jupiter. It all seemed like a big farce to him but none the less he told him that he would think about it.
Two months later, a bloody and wounded NightBlood limped into the guildhall asking to join. After being ambushed by two of his own guildmates. Not that he would have known since they wore no colors. Circus faught for themselves and while at one point NightBlood would have thought the same, his encounter with Lizzy had changed him.
He is still a killer, he will always be a killer. The only difference was he had a reason to kill.
He’d kill to protect the girl, that had saved his life.
in my defense i was left unsupervised. (Wolverine)
Kali had just walked into the training room in HQ, a loud crashing sound coming from inside. Her eyes scanned the room before landing on a pile of toppled weapons and practice dummies, with a very sheepish looking Wolverine. She had barely open her mouth to ask what had happened before he presented her with an excuse. Frowning a bit, she shrugged and picked up a lance from the ground, “I didn’t see anything.”
winding down (Viv)
send “winding down” for a starter where our muses are leaving a party together in the early hours of the morning.
“We could also… leave,” David suggested with a shrug.
He’d gotten into an afterparty for a concert he’d been reviewing, where he had immediately been drawn to a woman with captivating eyes. The two spent the night tucked away in a corner, sharing joints. The staff just brought on the house lights and it was 4am; they were getting kicked out. “Not to be That Guy, but I am staying at a nearby hotel and am drunk enough to want to order room service desserts.”
“ it’s better to expect disappointment. ”
Kitty looked at her friend with a frown, hating the truth in her statement. She didn’t want Skittles to be right, but it wasn’t exactly easy to get people to want to join a guild with a rep like Circus. “I hate that you’re right.” Dramatically, in true Kitty fashion, she wrapped her arms around Skittles shoulders continuing, “But I hope you know Erebus is going to kill me. Enjoy all best friends perks while you still can.”
loop and kiss-on the cheek ( venus)
it was an unofficial official meeting, which is what mars was calling it because achilles wouldn’t admit that it was. mars walked into venus’ store only a few minutes early, looking for her while window shopping the shelves. when he came upon his favorite shop owner, he draped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close and swiftly kissing her cheek before she could swat him away, “beautiful day isn’t it?”
“I’ve seen the way you look at me” (venus)
Illicit A Response
“Oh?” David asked, tucking some of Venus’s hair behind her ear. “How exactly is it, love? How I look at you?”
What’s your zodiac sign? Do you think you fit the general characteristics of that sign?
Simple & Soft Asks
23. What’s your zodiac sign? Do you think you fit the general characteristics of that sign?
“So I’m a Capricorn, December 26. I guess I’d say I do, given that they’re all mostly like.... practical, persistent, hard working, disciplined - all things I really strive to be, especially here. I wouldn’t say I’m money-motivated, though.”
