#blastimpact

[hexsreality]

@blastimpact inquired: “It seems that a lot of people are pointing the finger in your direction lately.” / from jason!!

MOVIE SENTENCE STARTERS: 80S EDITION ⤷ Accepting!!

"Something I've been accustomed to for a long time," Wanda said with a shrug and a dismissive wave of her hand. She was blamed for something, and it was standard procedure for Wanda to be a scapegoat for something and someone. "Who is it this time blaming me for something?" She cupped her chin in the palm of her hand and turned to look at Jason with slight intrigue in her expression. Jason's statement did catch Wanda's attention, especially the vagueness of it, though she wanted him to be upfront about whom this person would be, as she didn't like guessing games.   

[hexsreality]

@blastimpact inquired: “Gummi bear? It’s been in my pocket; they’re real warm and soft.” / from tim 🥺

MOVIE SENTENCE STARTERS: 80S EDITION ⤷ Accepting!!

Wanda was dead silent with a stoic mask to hide her true thoughts and emotions regarding the boy and his offering. Amethyst eyes shifted from Tim's face to the bag gummy bear that was clenched tightly in the boy's hand. From what she could gather, the snack-size bag of gummy bears was still sealed, something he must have packed for his patrol with Wanda. After a long moment of silence, Wanda released a long sigh of defeat as she extended her arm out, a gloved hand facing upward, cupping her palm to accept an offering of a gummy bear. "Just one will do, those are your snacks, and you need them more than I do. Though it isn't a very healthy snack for you."

[iobartach]

@blastimpact [ramattra] asked; “Don’t force my hand. This is your last chance to stop yourself.”

extremely exhausted starters

Within seconds, a dubious air takes charge between them, held in check by accords forged in secret. He does not require any additional convincing to know that the omnic's words were shared with every intent to take action, to go through him if needed, their hatred for humanity as well documented as the liberation group that they presided over.

Harbouring no such wish to see himself be met with a grisly demise, Miguel resigns himself to casting a jaded glance in Ramattra's direction, battling through fatigue to stay engaged with them. Impede them, even, as the last orders he had received from Talon instructed him to do. "You know that I can't do that. This was part of the plan." Schemes that gnawed upon what remained of his dwindling morality, and yet, he complied. To keep safe his brother that Talon had kept firmly in its crosshairs.

"I don't want to fight you." He had half-suspected, even as he spoke, that the Council had potentially factored that possibility into proceedings. To extract him from the familiar setting of a lab and straight into a field mission, if only to see how he'd handle himself, without Mauga around. Unable to tell for certain, a heavy exhale sees his chest heave as he eventually firms up his stance, preventing the omnic from proceeding any further. "So don't waste the effort. Hell, I'm not even human anymore."