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[babiibats]

The blond shakes off the purple substance from his hand, and yet it keeps flowing. Annoyance laces his expression, but when he realizes he's not alone—he waves to the midnight stranger before dressing the small wound. " What... never seen purple blood before? "

ཐི ( ᶠᶸᶜᵏ ᵧₒᵤ! ) ཋྀ ︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ⊱༒︎                  ❝ Did you eat a fucking Smurf ? ❞ He couldn't help but run up to get a better look --- and biting back his other remark about eating out Grimace. Now in the other's personal space, Aluin places his face really close and sniffs the unusual colored blood, extremely tempted to LICK him.

                      ❝ Can I TRY it -- ? It's not every day someone's offering free grape juice... or is it like poisoned or something? ❞

[magnusalterum]

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A quiet beach with an even quieter town. A small, insignificant shell over dark, unknowable innards once pulled out && tossed into the sea. An altar sat inside a sea cave. Inside, a statue depicting a man with the lower half of an octopus sat atop an altar decorated with runes. At the the foot of the stature were freshly prepared seafood dishes, clothing made by hand && decorated with greens && blues, && different carvings of the very statue that sat below.

Something, not beast nor man, trasped across the beach, watched by stormy eyes just above the top of the sea. Never had the creature seen the being in the sand, four-legged && small with golden yellow fur that shone in the sunlight. Yet it was no animal. Almost like a man, but not. It was something between, unlike anything the creature had seen deep in the abyss.

They followed the being into the sea cave that held the altar, curious. Mass of tentacles became two unsteady, green-tinted legs. They hobbled through the mouth of the cave, claws gripping along the wall for support. The creature paused just next to a flaming torch, observing the strange mammal take something between its teeth.

❝ Ymg' ah hup mggokaog ya? ❞

[capobambino]

" what do we got to be standing outside all day in the cold for? " - from airin!

ᴅᴏɴɴɪᴇ ʙʀᴀꜱᴄᴏ 1997 ► accepting

"I dunno, ask the mannequin chick." Franco never properly learned her name on account of her being absolutely terrifying to be around. The other assets he could deal with, this one beside him included, but her? No. He'd rather stick a fork through his thigh than talk to her. She was weird and creepy and just... She was worse than anyone else in here, according to Franco.

This was her trial, at least, it was mainly hers. For now, it was a special event Easterman did on occasion that allowed all the prime assets out into the field. Usually, only two were ever allowed, maybe even three if they were feeling generous, but this time they were all allowed to roam. It made it a little cramped in some spaces, but it was to 'provide the reagents a little more therapy', or whatever excuse the big wigs used to justify this. Still, this was annoying. Had he known that he'd be heading to the coldest part of the damn facility he might've worn something to keep him a bit warmer!

"This shit sucks..!" He hisses, sniffling. "I wanna go inside, I can't stand it out 'ere!"

[littlefenrir]

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no sword wall, only sword bag

the rest are all blunt swords for training. Some padded. Some... not.

and pile of javelins

and Big Ben, the greatsword

[doppldangr]

〝 hey, he's annoying as hell but you diiiid kind of abandon that entire project && kill his product line, so like... something something justified? 〞

[deductiions]

Airin taps the man's notepad. " No, no... I also stole a snickers bar. All the other shit is irrelevant in the grand scheme of things. " He shakes his head sullenly. " I'm not me when I'm hungry... "

INBOX CALL. // @airxn

Sterling glances up, his brows furrowing slightly as his notebook is tapped upon. He's silent for a long moment following Airin's words but when he does finally speak, his tone is stern.

"Right. I'm going to have to ask you to put your hands behind your back, otherwise I will have to use force."

[scperbark]

❛  just stay put, i'll be there in a minute.  ❜ - airin .u.

The white shepherd was truly in a pickle this time; he was wounded, badly, and he knew it. He’d never BEEN wounded before. Dr. Calico must have done something to his invulnerability when he shocked him and snatched Penny away.

Airin’s familiar, accented voice came to him, and at first Bolt was puzzled, but then remembered… his friend had electrokinesis!

The super-powered canine tried to get to his feet for the second time, and he succeeded… but he realized for the first time that blood was dripping from his nose and running down his right flank. He swayed, barely managing to stay upright.

Bolt sat, fighting for air, and let his head drop.

This was not normal. He was no longer invulnerable- that power had been ripped away- and he wasn’t going to admit it, but he was actually scared.

What if he couldn’t save his person…?

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[wylkstone]

HE RECOILS IN VISIBLE SHOCK, his hands retreating to the straps of his rucksack while he's forced to process what just occurred. There's a lot of things Nata is still learning about the world, and he hadn't necessarily expected the quadruped to speak. Now he feels bad for having assumed. I guess that makes this creature, what was the word? Lynian?

"Oh . . . s-sorry . . ." The apology stumbles out awkwardly. Nata doesn't even try to justify it; he just feels sheepish and guilty.

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