#bitchheroine

[asgardianhammer]

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( @bitchheroine smacked the hammer )

[ ϟ ]— ' Of course I could smite a man by merely looking at him, but why in all of the Nine would I want to?'

[kxllerblond]

❝ Okay, so let me get this straight, @bitchheroine... ❞ The table with littered with a variety of supplies, namely documents and maps. Schedules, brochures. It was an organized pile of absolute chaos and all for a matter that Clark hadn't even fully committed to.

❝ There is some ancient dagger from... well, I suppose where's it's originally from doesn't matter. But this dagger was stolen from its sacred spot by some hack of a petty thief and somehow made its way to an auction-house. ❞ As he spoke and narrated, he let his fingertips drag forth appropriate visuals: a picture of the dagger on display, a brochure advertising the upcoming auction, etcetera.

❝ It may or may not be some instrument of the end of the world and even if it IS it's useless until it, what? Decides it's the right time to work? And you want it because...? ❞ He gestured to her, splayed fingers and palm skyward. It was a rhetorical question though and he finished for the demon.

❝ Because other people want it and you don't like that. And so now here I am because... ❞ He gave a vague and helpless gesture because Clark did not know WHY he was here and involved and a conversation away from planning a goddamn heist with Meg for an old, rusty dagger. No, he knew why. Their friendship aside, this was too good to pass up. Out of everything he'd done-— the blackmailing and the high-tier career crimes, the dark dealing. Everything he had done and nothing had come close to being anywhere near a genuine, movie-grade heist.

❝ Well is it meant to be the two of us or do you have others to bring on? Or am I meant to do that as well? ❞ As if Clark wouldn't vet anyone brought in regardless of who exactly had brought them on.

[untilthcyrot]

❝ You know, I was already possessed by a demon once. ❞ The deadite hunter clicked her tongue against the back of her teeth, her pearly whites secluded behind dark purple lipstick. ❝ I'm not really interested in it happening again. ❞ She pointed Ruby's dagger at the demon in front of her. ❝ This better be good, or this is gonna go where the sun don't shine. ❞

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[demonstigma]

"Someone shorted me on my change, I think. I counted the green slips that I was supposed to get back, and it's less than what it should be."

Never mind that he's thinking of this in terms of one dollar bills and not looking at the amount printed in the corner of these bills that indicate he has been given the right amount back out of a hundred dollar bill.

"That means they have to die, right?"

@bitchheroine // sc

[orphanedshadow]

@bitchheroine asked: "Why do you keep pushing everyone away, even those who care about you?"

Kara couldn't keep the growl of frustration from emerging, the pain enough for her to bite her tongue. There were times when she needed to be alone, things she did not trust anyone to see, not even her closest family. "Because I am going to die, and I prefer to do that alone."

[eclipsecrowned]

"Oh, good, company," Hel notes, tilting her head in greeting. The sigils upon the floor bind them to the spot, but at least Hel doesn't have to endure the moment alone any longer. Rubbing at her arms, she drags her eyes up and down Meg. Their surroundings, a dingy garage, offers little explanation for their presence.

"As best I can tell, the our host is throwing everything at the wall and seeing what sticks. Bit... Dweebish," Hel confesses conspiratorially. "Amazing penmanship on his runes, but not in the mood for conversation. Tries to make demands. Fancies himself a Faust, I think. Meddling with what he can't easily dismiss, expecting gold and oil..." Her expression is chagrined as she looks back to Me. "I fear it's my fault you're here -- I said these things were more the purview of your folk." // @bitchheroine

[dutyworn]

                                @bitchheroine    /    cont. from ↷

Wren moves towards the other nearly blindly in the dimness of the rubble, feeling her way around with one gloved, one bare hand. She’s limping, but she tries to ignore this. At least she can walk.

❝ Great. OK. Second question. ❞    She leans against a wall, or something solid that feels like a wall, now near the other woman.    ❝ Do you know where here is? ❞    They might be underground, or inside some collapsed building. Wren doesn’t know; the last thing she remembers is using the Catalyst to fire the Crucible. Are they among some ruins on the Citadel...?

[helreginn]

@bitchheroine saw the skin of a killer, Bella.

The forest, deep and quiet almost reminded Hel of home. It was more green and transient than the Iron Wood that raised her but no less wild or willful. She smiled and hummed a happy little tune as she wandered. No place to go, nowhere to be. Just the peoples she checked in on sometimes and the solitude of nature.

Or.. almost solitude.

"Fancy meeting you here," The giantess half smirked, watching the tree the demon stood behind as if it were glass and could be seen right through. "Are you trying to scare me?"